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auspicioustidings · 5 months

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Firewatch Part 8

Summary: An unspoken ceasefire takes place and you struggle with sleeping arrangements.

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CW: as always, this fic is reader falling for captors, but nothing specific in this chapter

You just existed around each other the rest of the day more or less quietly. They treated you like a housemate for the most part and you finally felt like you were settling down. It had been the worst 48 hours of your life and there were only so many high emotional outbursts you could go through without needing some quiet from your thoughts.

When you got out of your frigid shower Kyle said Price had went to pick you up some things. Neither him nor the asshole with the mohawk sitting sipping away at his coffee mentioned the sudden cut off of hot water or how you had screeched about it. Price came back with bags full of clothes and toiletries for you. They were your size and you decided you were not going to get into the fight that you wanted to over the fact that the shampoo, conditioner and soap in the bag was what you had used at home. Maybe it was just a coincidence that he had went to the expensive store in the town where everything was handmade by what you were fairly certain was some sort of witch and somehow managed to pick out the specific products you liked.

It felt nice to be in soft new clothes that fit even if there was a small pang of something at stripping out of Price’s clothes. When you saw the wet spots you bristled and scrubbed at them, wringing out the offending item as best you could before folding it and leaving the bundle of his clothes on the bathroom counter.

You called Dosia a traitor at least 4 times before dinner for how she slunk over to get scratches off of Price. You cooed at her just as many for when Soap tried to pet her and she treated him with complete disdain.

“Ye should have got a dug” he grumbled after another failed attempt to endear himself to your cat.

“What? So you could have a litter mate?” you shot back before going back to coo at your cat.

“Woof!”

Kyle made dinner and you asked if he always cooked (“only when we want something edible” “oi! I’m a braw cook I’ll have ye know!”) before scolding yourself for the umpteenth time for being so casual and curious with them, but once again you just let it go. You could start thinking about how to get out of this situation again tomorrow, you really could not put any more brain power into being angry and pushing them today. It seemed to be an unspoken understanding that they felt a little the same way with nobody really pushing at you or getting into your space.

You weren’t about to look a surprise ceasefire horse in the mouth so you ate dinner, even gave Kyle a quiet thank you for cooking and Price an even quieter one for clearing away the table. There was one glaring issue that you were avoiding thinking about, the small matter of where you were going to sleep. Would they let you take the sofa or where you doomed to wind up in someone’s bed? You didn’t know how you’d fare with the threat to this shaky peace if one of these men nestled under blankets with you and held you the way Johnny had been when you had woken up.

You worried that as tired as your brain was from fighting and plotting and a thousand emotions happening at once today that you wouldn’t even stop them. That you’d take the comfort. And it would just make things so much worse when tomorrow came and you had rested and were ready to push at them again.

It had not occurred to you that there was actually a much worse option until Price told you that you could take Simon’s bed and left you in his room. It was simple but it had touches of the enigmatic man. A cute little crocheted skull on the dresser (had he been gifted it? Bought it himself? Made it?), a thriller book on the bedside table well worn (he must be the type of person to break books spines and dog ear them), a few sets of dumbbells in the corner that were disrespectfully heavy and a photo in a simple frame of him with the two Johns, Kyle and a man you didn’t recognise. If another handsome man walked into this cabin you would lose it, so he damn well better have just been a visitor.

The thing that really sent your heartbeat into overdrive though was right there lovingly pinned to a corkboard on the wall. Drawings. They were clearly from children and they showed their crude versions of him in his gear holding hands with them. These were what was taking pride of place in this simple room, these were what mattered to him.

You gently traced your fingers over one, trying to reconcile the drawing with the man in the closet who had left the mark still throbbing dully on your neck. You paused over a detail you had missed. The little skull sticker on the helmet. It made sense then the little crochet skull, but it also gave you such a vivid flashback that you heard a strangled sort of sound leave your mouth.

You had seen that little skull sticker before, on the man who had saved you. You thought it had been Kyle, but it was Simon. Simon was the one who carried you through the fire and laid you gently on the ground outside, whose eyes you had stared into and thought ‘oh, he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen’ when you realised he was there and real and you were alive. It came flooding back with such force that you had to stumble away from the pictures and sit down.

It was only after a breath that you realised you were sitting on his bed and you flexed your fingers a few times, feeling the softness of the duvet. You wondered what blanket he would be using in the tower. It was boiling during the day but freezing at night, would he be cold? Certainly the sofa wasn't going to provide the same support as this mattress. It probably wouldn't even fit all of him, he'd have to curl in.

You couldn't. You could not sleep in this bed while he was in the cold, uncomfortable and barely getting any sleep at all, tossing and turning before getting up and looking out for any sign of trouble before repeating it again. No amount of telling yourself he was a bad person was going to let you do that with those kids drawings staring down at you.

So you stood, straightened out the duvet, wrapped yourself in the throw that had been draped over the dresser and curled up on the floor.

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Price was on wake up duty. They had discussed sending Gaz since you seemed to trust him the most, but he had argued that in order to get you on side it was him you needed to trust the most. He reluctantly agreed when he thought about it, he was this teams Captain at the end of the day. And you were part of that now, his team.

He also did feel annoyed with himself at how he had dealt with you yesterday. He should have known better than to think it would all be easy and you'd be predictable. At least after a good night's rest he had settled a bit. It was strange how his feelings toward you had changed. They were more intense somehow, maybe a little rougher around the edges and complicated. But he was a problem solver and the way to solve this one was by trying to get on your good side, figuring out who you were when you weren't spitting mad at him.

There was a moment when he opened the door that he felt his heart stop. The bed was empty. And then he heard a soft sigh of discomfort and followed it to see you shivering away on the hard floor. It was then that John Price knew he cared about you. Not the you he had made up in his head, the you that had annoyed the life out of him yesterday and kept fighting him on every little thing. He hated seeing you almost whimper in your sleep from how cold and uncomfortable you were.

Why the hell hadn't you just slept in the bed? Were you trying to rebel by making him feel awful? Or could you just not stand the thought of sleeping in Simon's… oh. It was Simon's bed, you hadn't wanted to take Simon's bed. You felt guilty. Even through all that rage and exhaustion you felt guilty. Ah fuck, had to go and be a good person despite everything didn't you? You'd win the bet if he was a better man.

Soap and Gaz didn't question him when he emerged with you bundled in his arms still sleeping. It wasn't difficult to tell you hadn't slept well and while they did want to get you into a routine they had all the time in the world, one morning letting you sleep in wouldn't ruin everything.

He had considered just putting you into Simon's bed, but somehow that felt cruel. Instead he carried you to his room. Warmer than Simon's, more cluttered with years of knick knacks. It had a set of wingbacks with a table between that held a bottle of whiskey and some cigars. Price's room was where his boys could come for refuge if they needed someone to just listen.

You roused a little when he gently manoeuvred you under the blankets, instantly letting out a little sound of panic and trying to get up.

“Steady on little bird, it's my bed. Not making you sleep in Simon's. That a girl, go back to sleep” he said, as gentle as he could manage.

“I don't…” you murmured, not sure what you wanted to say.

You needed to talk to someone, you needed to get it off your chest, but there was nobody here but your captors. Nobody in this room with you but their Captain whose soft coaxing had made you relax despite yourself. It was pathetic and you knew that, but somewhere in the exhaustion it almost felt like this was a dream. Like what you said here didn't count in the real world.

“He's a good man isn't he? I could tell, from his room.”

Price hated how torn up you sounded, as if the idea of any of them being good men was breaking your heart. And while he wouldn't go as far as to call himself one, he knew with a fierce certainty that his team were the best of men. Would it hurt you to keep discovering that? Would it help you want to stay?

“Simon Riley is a good man” he confirmed, sitting himself on the edge of the bed and sighing as he ran a hand over your hair, soothing. “But he was rough with you for no good reason little bird, even the actions of good men have consequences. It isn't your fault he isn't here.”

Christ he should be trying to guilt you instead of this. He should be manipulating you into begging him to let Simon off of 24 hour watch. Twisting things until you loved them. He thought when they first decided to keep you that it would come easy. He never knew you'd be so hard to hurt.

You only made a soft noise in acknowledgement. You felt bone tired, completely wrung dry. You just couldn't find that fire within you right now that you had planned on stoking when you woke up. It wasn't fair for them to be good, for them to show you kindness. For them to be human.

You thought maybe a bit more sleep would help as you drifted off with John's hand petting your hair. That was what you needed, some proper sleep in a proper bed and then you could find that fight again. You hoped.

#mhairiwrites #cod #cod au #fanfic #tf 141 x reader #Noel is the big brain who suggested fire fighter Simon would have kids drawings in his room btw #I am nowhere near creative enough to have come up with an idea that cute #john price x reader

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diyahatnight · 1 year

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Genshin men head cannons

Warnings : Small warning. Complete fluff and a little suggestive!

Pairings: Venti, Zhongli, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Xiao, Diluc, and Itto as your boyfriend/ husband.

Any audience

Summary: These are just head cannons and and how I think they’d actually act if they were your boyfriend.

Notes: This is a modern au with phones and sending text messages. Please excuse my grammar mistakes <3

Venti would send you random pictures of stray cats while he’s casually strolling around Mondstat.

Before Venti preforms on his Lyre, he would send you videos of him playing that specific song so he can get your feedback.

Venti is constantly drunk so he sends you drunk texts very often. That’s when you know it’s time for you to go and walk him back home.

Zhongli likes to spoil you with the money he does not have. Before you wake up he’d go out and get you coffee and danishes for breakfast. But because he’s old and needs his beauty sleep you still wake up with him by your side with your sleep mask on, but food on your night stand.

Zhongli never has his wallet on him, so the one time he took you on a date and actually payed, the entire restaurant applauded like he just proposed.

Zhongli loves you enough to let you play with his long hair even though it’s not professional. What’s professional about letting your wife touch you anyway? (definitely loves you enough to put a ring on it!)

While Ayato is busy with work he’d send some guards to check on you while you’re out on a walk in Inazuma.

The way Ayato proposed was weird. He sent a guard to do it with an expensive ring and note reading “(imagine me down on one knee) will you marry me my love?” you said yes obviously but you didn’t understand why he couldn’t do it when he came home.

When Ayato is getting ready for work, you would see him in the bathroom with your headband on to keep his hair out his face while he is doing his skin routine.

Childe would send you photos of him pulling his shirt up to show his abs and his pants pulled down enough to see his hips and his re growing happy trail. Messages read “Is it orange down there too?” and he replies with “You should know by now;)”

Childe makes his Fatui co workers set up cute dates for the two of you. He either beats them up or gives them money.

Childe likes to be little spoon.

Cyno texts you to tell you what time he gets off and when he gets home y’all are sleeping together. You text and ask him “baby what do you mean by sleep together?” he replies with “Whatever you want it to mean, i do as you please.”

When Cyno first met your family he made a joke and your father absolutely loved him and his dad jokes.

Cyno didn’t confess to you before you two started dating. Candace had to force him by telling him that she will hide his tcg cards.

Xiao loves it when you touch him. Anywhere. Even though he knows his Karmic debt can harm mortals he knows you’re different so he doesn’t warn you as much.

Xiao doesn’t like when you do commissions on your own so he’ll ask Venti to watch over you for him if he can’t.

Xiao is new to love so he is trying his best. He’s just happy you are patient with him.

Diluc Likes it when you play in his hair and put it in a ponytail for him.

While Diluc is closing up the winery he sits you on one of the counters and makes you wait for him to finish cleaning up.

Once Kaeya switched Diluc’s grape juice with red wine. He kept asking for more without realizing, and he came home drunk. After taking a warm bath with him you two sat on the couch as you babied him.

Itto let’s you know how much he loves you by sending pictures of him beetle wrestling and saying “Fighting for my one and oni” it’s corny but cute.

Itto doesn’t wear shirts often so you tried to get him to wear a dress shirt and it nearly ripped off of him.

Because Itto stays shirtless he’s constantly cold and sick “My extremely large man baby.” is your name for him in your phone because he acts like he’s dying when he’s sick.

I hope you guys enjoyed! i’m probably gonna do genshin girls or genshin 4 star men! :)

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bumblinv · 1 year

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--- omaticayan (house) cats ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

feauturing neteyam, kiri, lo’ak, tuk

headcanons of them as literal house cats bc the entire omaticaya clan are just 3-meters-tall, walking, blue forests cats with bows. change. my. mind.

: ̗̀➛ tuk ; tabby kitten

“what breed is she?”

“just a little girl”

you don’t know her exact breed

no one can blame you tho, she was jus a baby left by her mother in your backyard, that you took in

could be a mix of all sort of breeds, but to you, tuk was your little girl

the moment you took her in, she was severely malnourished. so you feed her with your own hands, bathe her, sleep with her each night

she was like your own child

and you’re ready to fight every single person in this planet if someone dare to lift a finger againts her

the bravest little kitten you’ve ever know

but the silliest too,

her entire body went wet as she got in, headfirst, into her bowl when she first learned to eat wet food

and one time she jumped into your aquarium to ‘catch’ the fishes

she would snatch pieces of wings from your plate and holds on it for her dear life when you tried to take it away from her </3

you would crochet matching hats for you and her

overall, the best lil girl ever

: ̗̀➛ lo’ak ; bengal cat

do i need to say more

he’d run all over the house, pouncing at every moving thing in sight, playing with his toys for hours, and getting to high places you never knew he could reach

one time he somehow got to the house’s roof. it freaked you out

you were convinced that this little bundle of energy is literally a cheerful puppy in cat’s clothing

with his adorable little coat, that took some time to put on, you take him to the park each morning. this is mandatory, or else he’s too energize to sleep at night and would start knocking things over at 3am (wich you learned the hard way)

at the park, his curious self would sniff everything and anything. a tree, a man’s leg, until he got too curious to a little winged fella, that a pigeon once pecked him on the head

he befriended every single dog and cat around the park, but would get a little salty if new people tried to touch him

at night, when finally, his energy went to 0%, he got cuddly. really cuddly, he sticks to you like glue

and i know he would sleep on your chest and suffocates you in your sleep

: ̗̀➛ kiri ; persian cat

she so bougie ngl

and a little moody too

you wont need an alaram clock, cause every morning, at the exact same time, she would sit on your face and starts screaming for food

i hope your wallet thick as hell cause i know she would only eat whole foods, like those healthy (and super fucking pricy) food rich cat persons feed their cats

kiri right there eating salmon and chicken breasts, and you’re left slurping your sad instant ramen

things we do for our cats ammirite

half of your life savings went to her

from grooming money, for buying her expensive foods and vitamins, to all her essentials like her high tech self cleaning litter box(?)

she spoiled as hell

but i know she still has the audacity to scratch your hand and legs

don’t get me wrong, she loves you. the two things she dislikes the least was you and the big blue fish living in your pond (it was rotxo)

: ̗̀➛ neteyam ; golden retriever

I KNOW I SAID CATS

but none of yall could deny

even as a person, he got that golden retriever personality

always have a smile on his face, tail wagging every time

calm and loving,

would befriend every other animal you foster, you sometimes find them all cuddled up together

have i mention that he loves cuddling?

but remember he’s huge

would crush you every time he cuddles into your lap

but you never minded, cause he’s the sweetest, most gentle giant

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar headcanons #avatar cats #avatar as cats #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #lo'ak #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak imagine #kiri #kiri x reader #atwow tuk #tuk #tuktirey

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 7 months

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not to flood your inbox but... what if the mercs found a freaking cat on the battlefield or base.... i saw that video of soldiers playing with a lil kitten... i gotta know what the boys (and also miss pauling) would do.... would it be an immediate ceasefire so all 16 grown men can play with a kitten... would they use a merc's room to house it.... its ligerallyy a kittycat omg ....

What Would The TF2 Mercs (+ Miss Pauling) Do If They Saw A Kitten Mid-Fight?

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Long title but cute idea!

Also never apologize for spamming my ask box, I love it, it helps distract me from the fact that I have no original ideas!

This is going to be a mix of on the battlefield and if they decide to keep the kitten!

Also rough because I only have a short blurb for the Blu team (sorry 😭)

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Red Team (+ Miss Pauling)

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Demo is the first one to see the kitten. I already headcanon that he has a cat he manages to hide from the other mercs, so he's ecstatic. Like eyes filled with joy, hopping up and down, and seeing kind of ecstatic. Immediately finds a way to get the others to stop fighting, if anyone dared to try and continue the fight he'd kill them immediately. Pets and comforts the poor cat because it's all scared :(

Engie is also very excited! He loves kittens, he would protect them with his life. He lays around and plays with the kitten once it's calmed down. Is already sketching out a cat tower and new room for the baby. Has made the executive decision that the Red team now has a team pet.

Heavy is right next to Engie, holding the kitten when Engie goes off to start sketching. Puts the cat on his lap and immediately almost starts sobbing when it curls up and starts trying to nap.

Medic comes over and I'm not going to lie this man is internally melting, it's adorable! But he's also slightly (insanely) worried because his birds always come first, and is always worried when anything threatens their safety. The other mercs eventually calm him down, swearing on their lives that his birds will be okay. He holds them to that, and eventually let's the other mercs keep it.

Scout is also a mix of super excited and sobbing "It's a fricken kitten! Look at it!" Definitely giving the kitten like a million kisses. Is acting so silly, and doesn't care. Booping it's little nose, slow blinking at it, showering it with love.

Sniper is indifferent at first until Scout steals his hat, turns it upside down, and drops the kitten in it. Then he has fucking heart eyes, a single tear running down his face from under his glasses. Turns away and just says fine to the idea of keeping it.

Spy is so against keeping the cat. It's going to be messy, it's going to be loud, and it's going to be expensive. No one else is going to take care of it. Classic dad does want a cat act. Guess who falls in love with the cat after one day?

Soldier is the most excited, hands down. Is so happy about the cat, it's so cute, it's so fluffy, it's just a baby! He's playing with the cat, giving it love, doing the most out of all of them. If the cat can't be found, you know he's with Soldier.

Pyro. Come on, of course, they're thrilled! Will let the cat crawl all around them, and also let it sleep on their gas mask. Just ugh, they're so cute together. Buys the cat little outfits and buys rainbow cat toys, dumps so much love, treats, and toys on this cat.

Ms. Pauling nearly tears down the door of the base after the match to come and see the cat. She is such a cat lady. She makes sure the cat is okay and even takes the cat to the vet to get all of it's vaccines and a microchip, ignoring Medic saying theirs no need, and claiming he can do it. Definitely began to visit the base more and more often, claiming she's only making sure they don't kill the poor thing.

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Blu Team

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I'll be honest, I don't think the Blu team would do well with having a cat. I headcanon these silly guys as dog people, they would probably be willing to give the cat over to the Red team for the benefit of the cat. They'd call off the match to keep it safe. All the mercs would sit and play, love, or cuddle with the cats with the Red mercs. Honestly, they enjoy the small break from fighting and just enjoy the time with a cat. Occasionally during a battle, they'll ask about the cat inbetween gunfire.

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I was going to work on this yesterday and then I slept instead 😭

I was up until like one writing the anime one but it was worth it to get it out, this one took me a hot minute too, but I kind of love how it turned out, I love cats and love the idea of the Red team being big babies for a kitten. Also! I love adding Ms. Pauling to things, she's such a silly too.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #team fortress headcanons #tf2 hcs #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro

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xlynnbbyx · 7 months

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Before I post photos of Jensen from the con last weekend I wanna make a post to apologize for the lack of posts here. Normally I’m on top of anything Jensen & Jared during con weekends. But last weekend was a scary weekend for me. Last Friday I noticed my handsome boy Scooter was peeing blood. At first I wasn’t too sure it was blood I just knew it was not Casper. He tends to pee in the corner of the litter box. Scooter pees in the middle of the litter box or sometimes on the left side of the litter box. For the record before I go on yes I have 1 litter box for 2 cats. I know you are supposed to have 1 litter box for each cat plus an extra. So technically you should have 3 litter boxes. Well I don’t have the space for more than 1 litter box. Plus I can’t afford to buy litter for each box. So I have 1 extra large litter box which is enough for both of my boys. They each have a side of the litter box and I never have any issues with them sharing. Plus it is easy to monitor their bathroom habits/leavings.

Anyway back to Scooter I didn’t know it was blood until I saw him come in and actually pee blood in the litter box. At first I was going to wait til Monday to take him but when he started straining I knew it couldn’t wait. I took him to the emergency vet Saturday. Turns out he has what the call feline lower urinary tract disease basically an UTI. His bladder was full of blood which was scary. He wasn’t blocked but if I had not gotten him there when I did he could have become blocked. Which would have been fatal. The vet was originally talking surgery and a 2 to 3 day stay in the vet hospital. Which would have cost up to $6,000. No way I could have done that so my choice would have been surrender him and they would have gave him a new home after he was better or put him to sleep. So either way I would have lost him and that was NOT an option. The vet said it could be possible to avoid that if his kidney were functioning properly. Luckily his kidneys are normal and functioning properly. So the recommendation was a 24 hour stay to over hydrate him to flush his bladder out. I hated leaving him there cause I didn’t want him to think he was being abandoned. They let me see him before I left. I told him I love him he needed to get better and I was not leaving him that I would be back.

Next day we got a call that he responded well to treatment and he was ready to come home. He was sent home with antibiotics and for some reason 2 pain medications. He does have to be on prescription urinary dry & wet food. This will prevent crystals from forming causing stones which will cause him to get blocked. Thursday he had a check up and he is doing good responded well to the antibiotics. I asked if he could have Purina urinary food cause it is cheap and easy to get. Vet said nope it has to be either Royal Canin or Hill’s prescription food. Over the counter urinary foods don’t have what he need. We went with Hill’s but sadly it is very expensive. It’s $32 for a 4lb bag & $2 or $6 a can for wet food. But I have no choice if I want to prevent him from getting sick again. The vet said it was even safe to have Casper on it too. Cause it’s easier to transition them to the same food than to separate them. I can’t believe it’s been a week since everything happened.

Sometimes I doubt myself as a fur. Sometimes I think I get paranoid when it comes to my 2 cats & pup. But I’m glad I went with my instincts when it came to Scooter. Everyone who knows me knows Scooter means the world to me. Scooter was given to me as a birthday gift in October 2018. I was sick on my birthday so I was upset. 2 days after my birthday my dad found this tiny orange kitten who was 3 weeks old. They could not find his mother so my dad brought him home to me as a gift. I raised him since he was 3 weeks. Since he couldn’t eat food yet I bottled fed him. I set up a safe bed area for him. I would help him get to sleep and litter trained him. He will be 5 on Oct 5th as I estimated that is when he was born. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. It will be a struggle to pay for his food but it is worth it to keep him healthy and with me where he belongs.

Sorry this is so long but I needed to let it out. My life this year has been one shit storm after another. I’m just grateful to still have my baby boy with me.

#christen’s personal post #random posts #scooter posts #ginger cat #orange cat #my baby boy #life post

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pluckyredhead · 2 years

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Well I obviously have to ask for Damijon 😌

who hogs the duvet

Neither, actually! Jon doesn't get cold and Damian sleeps very stiffly, with no blanket-stealing tossing and turning involved. I'm never going to be able to find it, but there's a panel from his early Robin days of him sleeping basically like a zombie in a coffin, so picture that, but with a big cuddly Kryptonian octopus wrapped around him.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Jon, because using super hearing and telescopic vision would be rude.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Jon, because he has to be since he's not a billionaire.

who gets up first in the morning

Jon, since he's powered by sunlight and Damian is functionally nocturnal. Jon pops out of bed in the morning like the lead in a musical.

who suggests new things in bed

Jon, because he hears stuff, and also Damian is fairly repressed about his desires - not out of internalized homophobia so much as a kneejerk assumption that anything that feels good is probably bad (thanks, Bruce). I think their sex life is still fairly vanilla, but any envelope pushing is definitely coming from Jon.

who cries at movies

Eventually I will have an answer that isn't Jon! But this one is obviously him.

who gives unprompted massages

Neither, I don't think? Or I guess maybe Jon, very carefully. Damian would need power tools to give Jon a massage that felt like more than a gentle caress.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Honestly, both of them. Jon 100% hovers and frets if Damian gets even a sniffle, but on the rare occasions Jon gets, like, space flu or whatever, OH BOY is Damian completely over the top about it.

who gets jealous easiest

FINALLY A DAMIAN ANSWER. But yes, it's Damian, Damian is the most spoiled bratty little prince on the planet and he does not like to share.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Jon is the most basic Top 40 bitch you can possibly imagine and Damian listens exclusively to classical music, so they're both pretty bad.

who collects something unusual

Damian's collections of swords and fine art are extremely rare and expensive but it's just the caliber of them that makes them unusual, more so than what they are. Jon's is "cool stuff I found in space," so, Jon.

who takes the longest to get ready

Damian, Jon puts on a mostly-clean flannel and calls it a day.

who is the most tidy and organised

DAMIAN. He is finicky like a cat. Jon isn't a total slob but he's certainly not organized.

who gets most excited about the holidays

Jon, 100%. Basically every holiday was fun for Jon growing up, whereas Damian either didn't celebrate them or they were...fraught.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

All Jon wants in this world is to be Damian's big spoon, and we all know it.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

They're both pretty bad (see: every issue of Super Sons), but Damian.

who starts the most arguments

Damian. Obviously.

who suggests that they buy a pet

No one, because it doesn't need to be suggested. If either of these boys spots an animal, it is coming home with them. Not bringing Bat-Cow to their first shared (seventh floor) apartment was a real struggle.

what couple traditions they have

Rooftop picnics, watching the sunset in Smallville, flying together or on Goliath. Damian didn't realize any of these traditions were forming until it was too late and he's extremely indignant about them.

what tv shows they watch together

I genuinely cannot envision a TV show Damian would care about.

what other couple they hang out with

It's so hard to sort out who their closest peers are given how messy DC's continuity is. Lian and Colin? Emiko and Wallace? Who knows.

how they spend time together as a couple

Playing Cheese Vikings, walking their 27 dogs, fighting ninjas. You know, the usual.

who made the first move

I could see it going either way, but probably Damian. He's always been the leader in this duo.

who brings flowers home

Jon, and he picked them himself halfway around the world. Damian tells him it's horribly cliche but he can barely bring himself to let go of them long enough to put them in water.

who is the best cook

I think Jon learned enough basics from Clark not to die of malnutrition (Lois Lane does not cook, are you kidding me?), but not much more than that. Damian has always had servants to cook for him and has absolutely no idea how a stove works.

#meme #damian wayne #robin #jon kent #superboy

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Black Flame Candle-Max Dennison-Chapter 5/Finale

Summary: Max Dennison is the new kid in Salem, Massachusetts. On Halloween, his life takes a dramatic turn when his parents force him to take his little sister, Dani, trick-or-treating. He, his crush, Casey Blackstone, and his sister are in for a ride when Max lights the Black Flame Candle.

Series Warnings: Slight Language, Fluff, Flirting, Angst, Supernatural, Paranormal, Canon Deaths. This series is a little more adult than the Disney movie.

Words: 5,929

Tag List: Reblog

A/N: Here’s the last chapter just in time for you to binge for Halloween!! I hope you enjoy! We worked so hard on this!!

Bring some tissues! I needed them when writing! XD Also, there is the part about ‘Clever White Witch’ in the beginning, I was copying the script but you don’t have to pay attention to that. Imagine her however you want, despite her face claim to be Reese!

Comment your thoughts and we might be out with another series soon!!!

Third Person POV

Together, the older teens jump off the counter and rush upstairs, making sure they have the salt container. Being in the lead, Max bursts open the door and they run into the room, looking around. The bed where his younger sister was sleeping is still covered up, making it seem like she’s still asleep. They glance around the room but Casey’s eyes look toward their bed from earlier.

“Max! The book!”

He walks over to the bed, his stomach aching with nerves. He quickly pulls back the blanket and screams when the blonde Sanderson witch jumps up.

“Trick or treat!” She yells, smiling.

The closet door slams open as Winifred, Mary and Dani walk out. Mary is holding the younger Dennison captive while also holding a bag that they can tell has their beloved cat inside. Winifred is holding up the book, facing the unofficial couple.

“Looking for this?” She grins before opening the book.

Much like earlier in the museum, a ball of energy shoots out from the pages, hitting Max directly in the chest. He groans, flying backward into his drum set, forcing him to flip over it and land on the ground. The three witches laugh at his expense as the blonde human rushes forward to stand between them.

“Boy down!” Sarah laughs.

Cas quickly sprinkles a salt ring around her and holds it out toward the witches.

“Hand over the girl and the cat, and we won’t have any problems.”

“Salt!” Winifred says, gasping slightly at the mineral. “What a clever little white witch. But it will not save thy friends!”

Cas immediately starts pouring some into her hand.

“I said…Hand over the girl and the cat!!”

“No.” She says, looking toward her sisters. “Come sisters, the candle's magic is almost spent. A dawn approaches!”

“Max! Cas!” Dani wiggles, trying to get out of the witch's grasp. “Put me down!”

Angrily, Cas throws the salt toward the sisters causing them to jump backward.

“Imbecile!” Winifred screeches. “Sisters!!”

The three of them rush up toward the window seat where their makeshift brooms are waiting. The blonde human rushes after them but doesn’t make it in time. The witches burst through the small tower, forcing the young woman to be knocked back from the power. She groans as a bunch of planks of wood lands on her.

After a few seconds, she pushes the wood off of her and runs back up toward the large hole they created.

“Dani!” She screams, looking through the sky, trying to find them. “Shit!”

She runs back down the stairs and rushes to Max, pushing the drum set off of him.

“Max? Max!” She shakes him and gently pats his face to wake him up. “Are you okay?”

He groans and opens his eyes slightly. Realizing where he is, he sits up immediately.

“Where’s Dani?”

“They took her! I couldn’t get her!”

She helps him up but they both pause when they hear soft singing coming from the hole in the roof. Their heads snap up before they both rush up the stairs. In the distance, they see Sarah flying on her mop. Cas looks down at the road and sees all the children in town begin to head toward the cottage as if they were in some kind of trance.

She elbows Max, causing him to look down as well.

“Hey! Hey you guys! Don’t listen to her!” He yells, but nothing works.

“Max, I figured it out.” She says, watching the children for a moment.

“What?” He looks at her.

“Winifred said ‘The candle’s magic will soon be spent. A dawn approaches.’ The black flame candle only brought them back for this one Halloween night.” She says before gesturing to the children. “And unless they can steal the lives of children, when the sun comes up, they’re dust.”

“Yeah, but how can we make the sun come up?” He shakes his head and looks toward the cottage. “They’ve got Dani. We need a miracle.”

Cas bites her lip before her eyes light up.

“Do you parents have a second car?”

“Yeah…why?” He looks at her once again.

“Do you have your license?” She asks, ignoring his question.

“Just a learner’s permit.” He shrugs, slightly confused.

“Perfect!” She quickly rushes down the stairs.

He raises an eyebrow but quickly follows behind her, wondering what her idea is.

After almost running over the large group of children, they finally pull in front of the cottage. The entire way there, they spoke about her idea which Max is praying works so he can get his sister back. He rushes out of the car and toward the building while Cas gets their idea ready. He forces the door open to see the three witches trying to force feed Dani the potion from the cauldron.

His little sister is tied to the chair they had her in earlier in the night. In two large cages hanging from the ceiling are his bullies, Ice and Jay.

“Prepare to die!” He says, causing them to look up. “Again.”

“You! You have no powers here, you fool!” Winifred snaps before pushing the large spoon toward Dani, who is holding her mouth closed.

“Hollywood!” Jay yells, trying to get his attention.

“Maybe not!” Max tells them, ignoring his bully. “But there’s a power greater than your magic, and that’s knowledge!”

“Come on, man!” He continues but the young man chooses to ignore him.

“And there’s one thing that I know that you don’t.” He says, staring at them.

Winifred sighs and stands straight, still holding the oversized spoon.

“And what is that…dude?” She says sarcastically, causing her sisters to laugh.

“Daylight savings time.” He says, revealing Cas’ plan.

“Daylight savings time.” Mary laughs at his words, not knowing what it was.

Suddenly a pinkish-red light begins to shine behind Max, looking as if the sun is rising. The sisters scream in fright and begin to run around, trying to outrun the light. Waiting for a moment, Max runs over and unties his sister. The witches scream as if they were in pain and fall to the floor in a heap, ‘dying’.

After helping his sister up, he rushes to the fireplace where they have hung up the bag that contains Binx.

“Hot cat! Hot cat!” Binx calls out as his bag gets close to the fire below him.

He quickly grabs the bag and looks toward the cauldron. He makes a split second decision and kicks it over, spilling the contents all over the floor.

“Hey! Let me outta here!” Jay yells, capturing his attention.

“Hey! Hollywood!” Ice yells. “Help us out of here!”

Max runs over to them but instead of opening their cages, he takes his shoes off Ice’s feet with a smirk.

“Tubular.” He says, gesturing with the shoes before rushing out of the building with his sister, causing the two bullies to start crying.

Dani pauses at the door and glances over her shoulder as Max runs down the stairs.

“Max!” He stops and turns toward her. “I wanna see her turn to dust!”

Before he can answer her, the sound of a sharp whistle enters their ears. They glance toward the car to see Cas whistling to get their attention as she gestures into the car. On the headlights is a pinkish-purple film, making it look like the sunrise the witches thought it was.

“Pump it!” Dani yells before rushing toward the car with her brother. “Cas!”

She wraps her arms around her new friend in a large hug. The blonde hugs the smaller girl tightly before opening the back door for her. After helping her inside, Cas climbs into the passenger seat and Max immediately pulls away from the cottage, not caring about driving through the sign that once stood there, or the kids still approaching the cottage.

Driving as fast as he can without getting pulled over, not that that really seems to be a high priority worry of his tonight, he glances over at the girls with a worried look etched on his face.

“Step on it, Max!” Dani yells out, holding Binx, who is now out of the bag.

“Are they following us?” He asks, glancing at the blonde.

She turns in her seat slightly to look out of the back window and shakes her head.

“No.”

“Good.” He says, glancing at her with a smile.

Suddenly, Winifred flies up beside his window with a large smile.

“Pull over!” She yells, scaring the people and their cat. “Let me see your driver’s permit!”

Max swerves a little from the sudden jolt of fear and panic she caused him, but quickly maintains control of the vehicle. She starts laughing loudly before reaching into the open window. She grabs Max by the neck, trying to pull him out of the car. Cas and Dani immediately grab onto him, holding him in as the three of them scream in fright.

“Resisting arrest?!” Winnie asks, pulling harder.

The teenage boy disentangles himself from her before throwing his arm out, fending off her attack. She screams as he hits her in the face and flies backward, landing in some bushes on the side of the road. The three people in the car cheer loudly while the two girls clap excitedly. It only takes them another few minutes to pull up to the cemetery.

As quickly as they can, they hop out of the car and through the gate, needing to get on the hallowed ground. Max closes the gate behind them, holding his old baseball travel duffle bag filled with the rest of their plan items. Cas, Dani and Binx run forward toward their meeting point when they hear a thunk behind them.

The two females immediately turn around.

“Max!”

Standing above Max is Billy, who has been looking all over the town for them. His eyes widen and he quickly reaches into his pocket, pulling out his switchblade that he grabbed from his side table before they left. Flipping it open, he points the blade toward the undead man standing above him. Billy, not knowing what to do, jumps back slightly, groaning through his stitched mouth.

“Go! Run!” Max hollers out to the two girls and the feline.

Just as they start backing up, Billy grabs the teenager by the arm and pulls him toward him. The two girls and Binx run off, just in time too, as another problem arises. Outside the gate, the three Sanderson Sisters hover on their makeshift brooms, grinning as the male Dennison had been caught. The zombie glances up and twirls Max around, holding him in a headlock of sorts with his other arm, keeping the blade away from them.

“Billy!” Winifred screeches. “Kill him if you must, just bring me that child! That Dani! And put some wiggle in it, you putrid festering sore.”

Glancing down at their hands, the ex-lover of the red-head quickly removes the knife from the young man’s hand. Shocked, Max watches as Billy uses the blade to cut the strings that have been holding his mouth closed for three centuries.

Winifred, giddy with excitement, urges him to do her bidding faster. “Come along now! Kill him! Do it now!”

Billy opens his mouth, coughing slightly, allowing more than a few moths, who have made his mouth, their home to fly out. He takes in a very deep breath glaring up at the witches.

“Wench!” He croaks out, much to his ex’s surprise. “Trollop! You buck tooth, mouth rind, firefly from Hell!”

Billy smiles to himself, glad to finally have gotten that off his chest after all of these long centuries. Winifred gasps in shock, feeling enraged that he turned sides. The zombie leans down toward the teen in his arms.

“I’ve waited centuries to say that.” He whispers, informing the Dennison boy his thoughts.

Max groans and turns his head to the side, trying to lean away slightly as the foul stench exits his mouth.

“Say what you want, just don’t breathe on me.” He mutters to Billy.

“Billy!” The oldest, and only scorned, Sanderson sister shrieks. “I killed you once! I shall kill you again, you maggoty mouth peasant. Hang on to your head!”

With that threat, she scoffs before her and her sisters fly off. Billy rolls his eyes and waves his hand, dismissing her words as he lets go of the teenager. Needing to get back to them before the witches enter the cemetery, Max runs down the path he watched the two girls and feline go, the zombie following close behind.

“Max! Come on, move out of the way!” Casey calls out, holding out a long stick she found as she stands in front of Dani, keeping her safe.

“No, no wait!” He calls out, putting his hands out between them. “He’s a good zombie.”

She watches him before slowly putting down the stick, still unsure if the zombie is actually on their side but she stands straight. She nods slightly, silently conveying that she will play nice.

“Come on.” Binx says, jumping down from a rock. “We’ll have to hold them off until dawn. It’s our only hope.”

The cat along with the unofficial couple start rushing through the cemetery trying to find a safe spot they can fight this last battle. Dani, staying behind, walks over to the undead man and smiles.

“Hi, Billy.” She says, reaching up to take his hand.

He groans out his hello with a makeshift smile and helps her walk through the graveyard after the teenagers. Remembering the one spot they can hide Dani successfully, Binx leads them to the friendly zombie’s open grave. Knowing the witches can pop out any moment, Max takes off his jacket and kneels down to open his duffle bag.

Reaching inside, he pulls out the can of salt Cas was using earlier at his home. Turning toward her, he smiles softly and holds it out, giving her her only weapon. She blushes and takes it, whispering a soft, quiet ‘thank you’. He pulls out his baseball bat and stands up before putting his hand out toward her. Taking it, she stands up with his help and walks over to Billy’s grave.

She begins to pour a circle of salt around the open grave, making sure not to put too much, knowing she’ll need more later. Nearby, Max takes a few practice swings with his bat, not having played since the last season. Finally making it to them, Billy ushers the young girl to his final resting place of the last 300 years and what will continue to be for the rest of eternity.

“You’ll be safe in here.” He says, looking down at her.

“Thank you.” She says, smiling nervously.

“You okay, Dani?” Max asks, walking over toward them.

“Yeah. Fine.” She nods but the group knows she’s scared.

“Alright then.” Billy says, picking her up. “In we go.”

He gently sets her inside of his grave, making sure not to touch the salt below them.

“Here they come!” Binx calls out, jumping on top of a headstone. “Billy, guard Dani! Max, Cas, spread out.”

The undead man steps closer to the grave, looking around while Max walks through a few dead trees toward the oldest Sanderson who flies toward him.

“For the last time, prepare to meet thy doom!” She says, glaring at the teenage boy.

Max swings his baseball back, praying that it scares her away but it just makes her laugh maniacally.

“You little pest, I’ve had enough of you!” She growls slightly leaning forward toward him.

He swings again but gasps as she grabs the top of the bat. He starts backing up, nervously causing her to fly toward him. He turns around and begins to run but he doesn’t make it very far. She throws the wooden bat aside and pushes on his back, forcing him to fall onto his chest with a groan. Cas notices the blonde witch is flying toward her on the dirty old mop and starts pouring some of the salt into the palm of her hand.

When Sarah gets close enough, she throws the salt up in the air and falls to her knees. The ditzy witch screams in fright and pain as flies backward in a quick loop. Winifred turns around and grins down, realizing she’s close to the girl who they’ve hidden. She sees the salt ring and groans slightly before yelling out as she uses her electrical powers to hit the tree branch nearby, forcing it to break and fall halfway into the circle.

Billy growls as he glares up at his ex-lover.

“Go to hell!” He yells.

“Oh, I’ve been there, thank you.” Winifred grins, putting her hand on her chest, pretending to be bashful. “I found it quite lovely.”

He growls and stands straighter, ready to fight against her to save the young girl next to him. The red-head screams and holds her arms out as she takes a nose drive toward him but at the very last moment, she curves her broom. Billy’s eyes widen when he realizes what is about to happen. For the second time tonight, his head is knocked off his body causing Dani to let out a loud shriek.

His head rolls down a small hill, far enough away that it will take some time for his body to find it. Nearby, Sarah takes another shot at Cas but as the young human blonde begins to pour more salt into her hand, she realizes the container is empty.

“Shit!” She looks up and sees that the blonde witch is too close.

She falls down to the ground on her stomach as the witch flies above her with an irritated yell. Cas jumps up and rushes over to Max to help him off the ground. Taking a quick look around, together, they rush up toward the grave and see…that it’s empty.

“Oh God.” She whispers and sits up to look around.

Winifred, who has turned her broom around again, grins as she sees the young girl helping her ex-lover. She cheers loudly as she begins to swoop down toward her. Hearing the scream, Dani’s head snaps up and she screams.

“Max!”

Hearing the screams, the teens jump up from their hiding spots to see the red-headed witch grab his little sister.

“Dani!” Max yells.

“Bye bye, big brother.” Winifred laughs loudly as she begins to fly away.

Climbing over the fallen tree that the witch had created, Max, Cas and Billy look toward the sky at the young girl and the red-head.

“Alright, you little trollymall!” She says, pulling a large vial of the potion out of her pocket.

“No!” Dani screams before trying to cover her open mouth but the red-head is quicker.

She covers her mouth so the young girl can’t, giving her the advantage of prying her mouth open. Using her teeth, she pulls the cork out of the top of the vial.

“Hold on, Dani!” Binx yells out before running toward the group and up the fallen tree.

“This’ll teach you to call people ugly! Open your mouth!” Winifred demands but the young girl keeps resisting and struggling against her hold. “Open your mouth, I say!”

Using his claws, Binx climbs up the rest of the tree and takes a running leap, landing right on Winifred’s shoulder, making sure to dig the rest of his claws into her. He knocks the vial out of her hand causing it to fall toward the ground. Angry, the red-headed grabs the head of the feline and throws him across the graveyard, forcing him to hit a rock nearby.

“Binx?!” Cas calls out, looking in the direction he was thrown but can’t see him.

“I am…okay…” She hears weakly.

Unsure of his words, she turns back toward the scene before her to see Max had caught the vial before it had smashed against the ground.

“Give me that vial!” Winifred demands.

“Put her down or I’ll smash it!” Max says, glaring up at her.

“Smash it and she dies!” She wraps her arms tighter around the young girl.

He looks at the green bubbling liquid before glancing up at the witch again who puts her hand out for her potion. Making a quick decision to save his sister, he downs the liquid.

“Max!” Cas yells, trying toward him.

“No!” Billy yells, grabbing her and holding her close.

Tossing the vial away, Max smirks up at her. “Now you have no choice. You have to take me.”

Growling, Winifred lowers her broom toward him, holding the young girl in her arms, hovering only a foot above the ground.

“You are a fool to give up thy life…for thy sister’s.” She mumbles out before throwing the young girl to the ground.

She grabs him by his sweatshirt and begins flying upward, his feet dangling.

“Max!” Dani screams from the ground.

“Dani!” Cas says, rushing over to her.

The older teenager wraps her arms around her, helping her off the ground with Billy standing on her other side. They all look up to see Max, now having a gray aura around him, struggling against the red-head’s hold but she doesn’t care. Winifred begins sucking the life out of the teenage boy.

“Put him down!” Dani screams, knowing it won’t work but she has to try.

From the angle that she had grabbed him, Max is having trouble breathing. He reaches up and grabs the red-head by the throat, pushing her backward. She loses her grip on his sweatshirt, almost dropping him but just in time, he grabs onto her broom handle with a light yelp. The witch growls and leans down, grabbing his shirt once again.

Not having the strength to pull him up fully, she leans down further to continue to suck on his life. He reaches up and pushes on her face as hard as he can from how he’s position causing her to lean backward and almost fall off her broom. She screams in fright as she loses grip and her arms start flailing.

“Sisters! Sisters! Hallowed ground!” She calls out, needing their help.

“Winnie! Winnie, I’m coming.” Mary says, finally joining in on the fight due to her slow makeshift broom.

Riding her vacuum, she flies by the group who are still on the ground. Getting an idea, Cas grabs the power cord that was hanging off of it. Realizing her idea, Dani and Billy follow her lead and begin to pull backward, keeping the plump witch from flying.

“Hold! Hold!” Cas calls out, pulling backward as hard as she can.

Getting her grip back on her broom, Winifred growls and grabs Max by the hair, pulling him up again.

He yelps in pain and tries to fight back but she has a better grip on him this time.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” She growls before sucking on his soul again.

“Sarah!” Mary calls out, still being held back by the three people on the ground.

Flying toward her, the blonde grabs at her sister’s hand, holding it tightly.

“I got you!”

She begins pulling on her, trying to get her out of the three people’s grasp.

“Now!” Cas yells out.

Together, they let go and fall backward, Dani landing on her and Cas landing on Billy. They quickly look up to see the two sisters being flung backward into the sky. Finally getting an opening, Max throws his arm out, knocking Winifred backward. Losing her grip, they both fall off the broom, landing hard on the ground.

Winifred growls and slams her hands onto the ground to push herself up. Spitting the grass out of her mouth, she looks around. She grins to herself and crawls over to Max who only landed a few feet away from him. His eyes widen and he tries to roll away, but she grabs him by his sweatshirt. Standing up, she pulls him to his feet and holds him in the air.

He struggles against her newly found strength, but she holds his shirt tight and begins to suck on his life once again. After a few seconds, they both hear a loud sizzling sound. Confused, Winifred looks to her right and her eyes widen as the sun begins to rise. She looks down at the ground and gasps, realizing that she is now truly standing on hallowed ground.

The sizzling that they heard was her feet turning to stone as it made its way up her body. She looks up at Max and his eyes widen, wondering what’s going to happen to him now that he’s being held by her. Together, they take a double take at her feet then at one another. Knowing she can’t do anything about it, she tries one last thing.

“Book!” She sings, trying to summon her companion but she’s too late.

As she sings, her entire body turns to stone. Being caught by her nails, Max wiggles in her arms and flings himself backward, ripping his sweatshirt. He lands on the ground, groaning from the impact. The three humans and their zombie friend look toward the sky, looking for the other sisters. As the sun rises over the hills, the light hits the two flying witches.

“Winnie! Good-bye!” Sarah calls out, waving toward her sister.

Before they know it, she bursts into a flash of purple sparkles, disappearing forever. Mary’s eyes widen and she looks down at the group below.

“Uh-oh…” She whines before waving her fingers. “Bye-bye.”

Just like her sister before her, she bursts into her own flash of red, disappearing as well. Being the last one, despite being stone, Winifred’s statue explodes in a flash of green forcing all the children to shield their eyes in some way. And just like that, the children have fought off the three witches that have tormented them the entire night.

“Max!” Dani rushes toward her brother and falls to her knees next to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” He groans as he rolls to his side slightly. “I think so.”

“You saved my life.” She smiles at him.

“I had to.” He grins before pushing gently on her shoulder. “I’m your big brother.”

“I love you, jerk face.” She throws herself at him, hugging him tightly.

“I love you too.” He chuckles, hugging her to him.

After a few moments, they pull away and she helps him off the ground. They look around the graveyard to see Cas helping Billy into his grave. Together, the siblings approach the hole in the ground and Cas steps up next to them with her own grin. Max smiles at her and wraps his arm around her shoulder, holding her to his side.

“Bye, Billy.” Dani waves to him. “Have a nice sleep!”

Before he can lay down, the older Dennison calls out to the zombie.

“Hey, Billy.” The zombie looks up. “Thanks.”

He nods at him with his own smile before yawning loudly as he stretches. He holds his arms in the air before collapsing back into his grave. Giggling softly, Cas looks around the cemetery.

“Wait. Where’s Binx?” She says, leaving her unofficial boyfriend's side.

Splitting up, they begin looking for the feline. The blonde walks to the area she saw he was flung earlier and gasps.

“No…No!” She runs toward him.

“Cas?” Dani calls out, seeing the girl run across the cemetery.

“Dani! Don’t look!” The blonde says, turning toward her as tears form around her eyes.

Ignoring her warning, she looks around the blonde and gasps. “No! Binx!”

The younger girl kneels down to the non-breathing feline and throws her body over his own.

“Binx! Binx, wake up!” Dani cries against him.

Cas covers her mouth, trying not to let out a sob from seeing the body of her beloved cat. The cat she’s taken care of for over a decade is gone…while laying on top of his own sister’s grave. Max immediately wraps his arms around his friend, allowing her to cry against his chest.

“Dani…” He speaks up, holding the blonde close. “He’s gone…”

“But he can’t die, remember?” The young girl cries. “Wake up, Binx! It’s like last time!”

“Dani…Cas, girls, come on. Please don’t be sad for me.”

Both girls gasp and look up to see the ghost of a young boy, no older than 16. His hair is pulled back into a low ponytail and he’s wearing 17th century clothes. It’s Thackary Binx. He’s finally been freed from the witches’ curse.

“Binx, is that you?” Dani sniffs and stands up.

“Yeah. The witches are dead, my soul’s finally free.” He chuckles slightly as he approaches them but Dani continues to cry, saddened by his death either way. “You freed me, Dani. Thank you.”

He grabs her hand and squeezes slightly, causing her to smile through her tears.

“Thackery! Thackery Binx!” They hear a young girl voice call out, but the older teens know it wasn’t the younger Dennison.

They all turn to see the ghost of a young girl looking through the trees with a smile on her face.

“It’s Emily!” Binx says, excitedly before looking down at Dani. He leans down and whispers in her ear. “I shall always be with you.”

She nods at his words, a small smile appearing on her face. He grins and kisses her cheek softly before looking up at the older teens standing close by. Letting go of the younger Dennison’s hand, he walks over to them, a smile on his face.

“Max, thanks for lighting the candle.” He teases.

The older Dennison chuckles and nods. “Yeah. No problem.”

He removes his arm from the blonde beside him and holds his hand out. Binx smiles and shakes his hand, finally glad he’s able to do something other than meow and kill mice. Lastly, he looks at the blonde who has tears falling down her face as she bites her lip, trying to smile. For eleven years, the Blackstone child has taken care of him.

She made sure he had something to eat and made sure he had somewhere to sleep at night. She even played with a fake mouse with him and kept him occupied throughout the last few years. Having spent almost 300 years alone, he is more than thankful for her finding him in her backyard.

“Max, do you still have it?” He asks, looking toward him with his hand out.

Remembering what happened back at the school earlier that night, Max pats his pockets before pulling out the collar they had to remove so the witches wouldn’t follow the sound. He lays the cord in his ghostly hand to which he nods his thanks. He looks back at the blonde and reaches out toward her, gently taking her wrist in his hand.

“Thank you for taking care of me all these years.” He says, latching the collar closed around her wrist, now making it a bracelet.

She lets out a sob as nods softly, her heart breaking with every second. He smiles at her and squeezes her hand before leaning down to her ear, much like he did with Dani.

“You really are my best friend.” He whispers the words she always tells him before she leaves for the day. “I love you.”

He kisses her cheek and steps back as she lets out another sob as she squeezes his hand back. He grins before letting her hand go. He turns and begins walking back toward his sister who is waiting at the gate. He pauses and looks over his shoulder at his friends for the last time. Dani has approached them, wrapping her arms around Cas’s waist, tears still falling down their cheeks.

Casey wraps her arms around Dani as Max wraps his arm around the blonde’s shoulders, all three having some form of smile on their face. The older Dennison waves his hand, saying his own goodbye. Binx chuckles to himself and waves at the trio before turning back around. He walks over to his sister, his smile never leaving his face.

“Thackery Binx, what took thee so long?” Emily Binx asks, reaching toward him.

“I’m sorry, Emily.” He says, taking her hand and walking with her through the now opening gate. “I had to wait 300 years for a virgin to light a candle.”

Cas and Max let out soft laughs, watching as the siblings walk into heaven. As they disappear, Dani looks up and steps forward, wrapping her other arm around her brother, bringing him in for a group hug. He wraps his free arm around her and gently squeezes as he places a kiss to her head.

“Let’s pack up and go home. Hopefully Mom and Dad will be there.” He says, gently patting her back.

She sniffs and rushes toward her brother’s duffle bag to help them pack up. Knowing that she needs a few minutes, Max turns toward Cas who is wiping her cheeks as she takes a few deep breaths, causing the bell on her wrist to ding.

“Are you okay?” He asks, rubbing her arms.

“I am now. Just knowing that he’s finally with his sister makes me happy.” She whispers, sniffing as she smiles up at him.

“I’m glad.” He smiles and wraps his arms around her shoulders in a hug.

She wraps her own arms around his waist, digging her face into his chest. Swaying to the side slightly, he leans his cheek against her hair, just enjoying the moment. After a few seconds, he decides to bring up what he’s been thinking since they fell asleep on his stairs.

“You know…” He starts causing her to hum, informing him that she’s listening. “We saved our own asses and got rid of the bitches…”

She lets out a soft giggle and nods against him before tilting her head back to look up at him.

“Yes, we did.”

“Does that mean what I think it means?” He whispers, looking into her crystal blue eyes.

“I think it does.” She mumbles, staring into his own ocean blues.

Just as they’re about to lean in, Dani’s voice is heard.

“Come on, guys! Just kiss already! I want to go home!” She whines.

The teenagers start laughing at her words before Max takes a leap of faith. He cups her cheek and leans down, gently pressing his lips against hers. Her lips curl into a smile as she happily kisses him back. He gently rubs her cheek, deepening the kiss very slightly, wanting to make sure not overstep. They finally pull away when they need air and pant slightly as they look into one another's eyes.

“Wow…” They say almost in sync.

She lets out a giggle as a blush appears on his cheeks.

“Come on.” She says, leaning up to kiss his lips quickly. “Let’s get you home.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles and ushers her toward the gate, where his sister is waiting with his duffle bag.

“Hey, Max?” Dani asks, watching him as they approach.

“Yeah, Dani?”

“Next Halloween, we’re still going as Peter Pan and Wendy, right?”

He laughs and nods. “Yeah. You did a wonderful job tonight.”

“Only if I get to be Tinkerbell!” Cas grins, looking down at her.

“I love that idea!” Dani squeals, taking her hand.

Together, the trio exit the cemetery, thankful that their eventful night has finally come to an end. A lot of things have happened but they learned one lesson through it all. Friends will always have your back, even when a virgin lights a Black Flame Candle.

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mariacallous · 5 months

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Gao Xiangjin used to know all the names of players in the American baskeball leagues, but since relations between the US and China soured, once-daily NBA broadcasts are now far less frequent. So Gao started watching China’s men’s basketball instead, until reports about corruption turned him off earlier this year. He now watches China’s women’s basketball, not on television, but on Douyin, the original, Chinese version of TikTok.

Gao is 69 years old, one of a growing cohort of elderly people who have moved away from television and gravitated to Douyin, China’s most popular short-form video app. There are 267 million people aged over 60 in China, according to official statistics, and while China’s government has tried to limit young people’s use of Douyin, worried about its addictive nature, many of the app’s habitual users are their parents, or even grandparents.

“Whenever he’s not cooking, swimming, or sleeping, he’s on Douyin,” his daughter Helen says. “It’s brainless entertainment. It’s better to be playing with a cat, it’s better to be doing anything else.” She’s not a Douyin user herself. “I already have attention problems,” she says. “Douyin would make that worse.”

A former soldier, Gao follows the Israel-Palestine crisis and the war between Ukraine and Russia through videos made by commentators. He shows me one where a political analyst translates headlines from English-language media outlets, such as The Times of Israel. He watches others for their analysis of military strategy.

While television broadcasts the official viewpoint, Gao says that on Douyin there are often videos from different camps putting their views across. The censors might get to them after a while, but it’s possible to witness a spectrum of opinions. Some of them are speaking with inside experience of the Party system, some are academics studying at Western universities, and others don’t disclose anything about their backgrounds; to many elderly users, they carry the same amount of authority.

Douyin is not just Gao’s source for news, but also basketball shoes. “Just look at those green shoes,” Helen says, gesturing to a pair of eye-catching sneakers on a shoe rack by local brand Tebu. “They’re ridiculous!”

Around once every five videos, Gao says, he gets an advert. Swiping on his phone, there’s a news video, then a woman pops up selling something, followed by news, news, news, then an advert for dates from Xinjiang. Gao is happy with his sneakers, paying just over $27 for them. He says that their quality is better than a pair he bought from Japan for more than four times the price.

Li Yongjian, a junior lecturer at Erasmus University Rotterdam who has studied social media use among elderly people in China, says that Covid-19 was a watershed moment. Strict Covid controls left elderly people seeking connection, and they turned to social media. Cheaper smartphones and data bundles have eased peoples’ passage into the short-video world—previously, older people typically eschewed the expensive gadgets that younger generations buy without hesitation (or because of cultural values that reward self-sacrifice, parents would buy for their children, but not themselves). “They think good things are not for them,” Li says.

Now, a bundle of 30 gigabytes of data plus 200 minutes from China Telecom costs as little as $18, and older people have become targets for China’s biggest phone brands. Li says that he’d bought a Xiaomi phone for his grandfather, which cost $50. With a huge screen and a long-life battery, it was advertised as “the phone for your grandpa.” Many apps, including Douyin, were preloaded onto the phone when it was started up. Li did a few rounds of searches on the app for his grandfather’s hobbies—fishing, the military, and cars—so that the algorithm registered those preferences.

His grandfather’s own use of the app has added other facets of his life, like farming, to his feed. He watches videos of others living as he did when he was young: how they harvested, then set up a cauldron in the field to start cooking. “It gives him a sense of being seen,” Li says. “There is still a place reserved for them, not only offline but also in the online world.”

Many older people are picking up technology because in modern China there’s little choice. Navigating what is increasingly a post-cash society is difficult without a smartphone—even those in need asking for donations on the street have QR codes.

There’s also the loneliness that many elderly people experience, as their children live far away from them, having found work or built a life elsewhere. They might have uprooted their own lives to join them, losing soft ties to their community and the familiar faces that accompanied them as they went about daily life.

Those elderly people who leave their hometown for other cities are called laopiao, or “old drifters.” “It’s not every country where grandparents would move to another city just to look after their grandchildren,” says Huang Chenkuang, a ceramics artist in Beijing. Huang’s mother is one of them—she left her community to take care of Huang’s sister’s children.

This part of the elderly population can live limited lives, moving between just three physical locations: the place they go to buy groceries, where they drop their children off from school, and their own community complex.

Huang’s mother didn’t move far. Originally from Jiangxi, she moved to Zhejiang, a six-hour drive away, and the living habits of those two southern provinces are similar. Had she moved to a northern province, “like Beijing, that would have been more difficult for her,” Huang says. Whenever her mother comes to visit her in Beijing, she complains about the dry climate and about how she can’t buy the dishes she eats from her hometown. “She’s not the kind of person who can quickly join people in a new place and dance with them,” Huang says. Instead, she learnt to dance from a teacher on Douyin who had a livestream every evening.

“She would suddenly cook a dish I'd never seen her cook before,” Huang says. Liangpi, a kind of flat noodle usually dressed with cucumber and vinegar, isn't common in the south, but her mother presented her with the dish. Her mother picked up new hobbies, and with them, smartphone habits.

“All the attention is no longer on you, because there’s a highly entertaining toy there,” Huang says. “Sometimes when I go home, I will be a bit worried. I feel we might have chatted more one-on-one in the past, talking about recent events.” As elderly people post content of their own on Douyin, the gap between generations when it comes to online anxieties is closing. “Sometimes she’ll say, ‘I haven’t used it in several days and I’ve lost fans!’” Huang says of her mother.

While other apps, such as WeChat, require users to add friends to be able to comment and view their updates, Douyin makes it easy to connect to strangers and opens up the possibility of getting a response from people outside their normal circles. On Douyin, any user can comment on a video. It pushes recommended “friends” to users depending on who they’ve added already, so it is easy to add new people, and once you become “friends” with someone on the app, you can chat and video call.

The app also encourages users to upgrade their video-editing skills, or develop them. Gao proudly showed me a video where he cut shots of himself diving into a river near his home where he swims in all seasons. It’s the result of a five-day short-video editing course, which he took after seeing an advert on the platform. There, he learned about camera angles and framing; he wasn’t interested in the bits of it that taught how to make money from videos. He places a bowl in front of him and angles his phone. “I make sure it takes up a third of the screen.”

There are now elderly Chinese influencers whose fans number beyond their own demographic. Many more consider themselves content creators, if not for money, for their own enjoyment and mental well-being. They don’t want to be forgotten. “For them,” Li says, “Their grandparents have already faded away.” Li’s grandfather keeps track of when his grandson likes his videos. He’ll ask, “Did you see that I uploaded this yesterday?” Li says. He wants to know that his grandson cares.

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Girl Troubles

Jade fucked up royally, she broke a very expensive vase that was passed down generations in Tori's family. She got scolded and Tori ended up panicking on a phone call to her mom. Jade got sent out and tried to find some gifts, she had a very difficult time because nothing could fix this. She ended up in front of a pet shelter, she walked in with empty hands and walked out with a Chow Chow mix. She had gone to Cat's place and got help cleaning the dog up and got him all fresh and clean. Sam was a huge help, cause Cat just wanted to play with the new dog in her home. "Cat! Focus!" Jade and Sam raised their voices. Cat quickly got back to drying the dog. Jade left the dog with Sam and Cat as she picked up some supplies for a dog to take home.

When Jade got back, Cat had put a bow on the dogs head and gave him a bowtie attached to his collar. Jade rolled her eyes and picked the dog up, she thanked them and left. She was nervous driving home, she wanted Tori to be happy, but she knew this dog wouldn't be enough. She knew she had to do a lot more than just get a dog, but she wouldn't admit it just yet. She walked inside with the dog in her arms, it was 1AM, all the lights were off. She snuck upstairs and quietly opened their bedroom door, Tori was sleeping in bed. Jade smiled wide and walked over, placing the dog on the bed. The dog pawed around, but made his way over to Tori, he jutted his snoot into her ear and started to lick.

Tori immediately sat up, trying to get away. She didn't understand what was happening and fell out of bed. Jade went wide eyed, turning the lights on and running over, helping her up. "Baby, baby! Are you ok?" She asked, panicked. Tori stared at her, bewildered. "What was that!?" She asked, looking over at the bed, seeing the dog. "Ohmygod!" She said tiredly, but there was also some excitement. Getting back on the bed, she started to pet the dog. Jade smiled softly and got on the bed, she kissed Tori's forehead. "I know this won't fix it, but you should have a buddy when I can't make you happy." She spoke softly, watching Tori nod and cuddle the dog. She reached over and pet the dog under the ear, smiling wide when Tori giggled. "You need to name this guy." She added.

The dog licked at Tori's face, pawing at her. Tori thought about it, sitting up, holding the dog. "Hmm, Tony." She said smiling, Jade furrowed her brows, laughing. "Wha- Tony?" She asked confused, but leaned over and kissed her girlfriend's cheek. Tori nodded, cuddling Tony. "Yes, Tony is the name. Remember when Kate and Abby named that dog they brought back? They named it Tony after Tony, you really have to keep up." She said softly. Jade nodded. "Ah, NCIS has your brain right now. Have you been watching it while I was gone?" She asked, kissing down Tori's neck. Tori got comfortable, nodding. "Yes, I may or may not be watching it." She said letting the dog down on the bed to roam around. Tony sniffed around, happily, he barked then pounced at a pillow.

The two girls smiled, Jade cuddling into Tori, pressing her face into the crook of her neck. Tori giggled, holding Jade's shoulders. "You dork, stop, that tickles!" She squirmed, trying to get away. Jade held her tighter, pouncing on her and kissing her all over the face. Tori laughed harder, trying to push her away. Tony took this chance to start to bite and attack the pillows, the couple tried their best to stop Tony but also wanted to keep wrestling. Jade sat up, picking Tony up and holding him like a baby. "Tony, please don't do that or I'll hold you like this." She said to him, booping his nose. Tori awed softly, which caused Jade to get embarrassed and set the dog down. "Shush, Vega." She said tackling her girlfriend.

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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Periwinkle Chp 4:

Darling

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YN got ready to leave and waited for Harry as he insisted on driving them to wherever she had planned on taking him. He's got his own plans too, he said.

She did nothing much but put on a white off the shoulder, full sleeved dress. Styled her hair in a bun, did a soft smoky eye and put on a bold shade of red on her lips. Last thing she did was put on her flats (she couldn't wear heels to even save her life). She made sure there was water for Gus who was sleeping in his new cat tree in her room before she headed down stairs when Harry texted he's down.

"Where the hell are you dude? I am starving," she whined on the call.

"Pulling right up darling," he chuckled as he hung up. He pulled up as he said.

His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw her in that dress. It was something unusual for her to wear aside from her baggy sweat pants and baggy shirts, she dressed like a skater boy basically. She looked very gorgeous.

"You look very pretty!" She gasped seeing him. He had nothing too fancy, he made his clothes looks fancy just by wearing them. And YN couldn't help but swoon over him all over again. He smiled getting out after he parked to greet her properly.

"You look prettiest," he smiled his cheeky grin, wrapping his arms around her middle her pulled her in a tight hug, her being significantly shorter than him, she hand to go up on her tippy toes to at least try and match his height.

YN have figured he's kind of person who rather prefers physical touches, with his hug and gentle touches. And she savoured every moment of it.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just hugging you, is that bad?" He mumbled against her neck as his grip grew more firm around her.

"Not at all," she smiled.

"Where are we going?" He enquired pulling just enough away from her, he planted a soft kiss on the corner of mouth, moving to press his lips to the full of hers.

"Dindian," she said. She was very proud of the name her grandparents came up for their restaurant, which was a mix of two words: Dine and Indian, it still blows her mind how smart her grandpa was to come up with that.

"That's a very fucking expensive place darling," he was surprised.

"Don't worry about it," she assured him and they both got into his car. "It's my grandparents' restaurant."

"How rich are you?" He gasped teasingly.

"Do you mean how rich are my grandparents?" She corrected, "very! And I'm very fucking privileged to be part of their family."

"I thought your grandma only had the salon." He wondered.

"That is her thing, these hotels and restaurants are something both my grandparents started from scratch." She explained.

"My mum owns a cafe back home," he shared, "it's very stressful when it's crowded. Used to help her on weekends."

"Yeah it is, I can understand especially with the Salon. Some people are so fucking rude dude!" She rolled her eyes.

"That's the worse part," he admitted.

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It didn't took them long to get to the restaurant. The hostess actually knew YN, obviously. They got the best table in the house, everything was quite and peaceful around.

The place looked more luxurious than it actually costs to eat there, which also very high for many. Everything was gold and shades of cream and beige making the place look like some sort of Indian royal palace with two dining floors, with very soft Indian classical music playing in the background. But the thing is, they served all different types of cuisines here now. Harry wanted to try Indian food though and they ordered just that.

"Oh fuck no," he sighed.

"What happened?" YN asked and in not-so-subtle way she turned around to find Blake and her family there taking seat on the table right behind theirs. "What?" She asked again picking up the glass of her lemonade.

"She, she is... She is my ex," he said in a hushed tone, YN almost spit out her drink.

"What the fuck!" She whispered yelled, "how long were you together?"

"A year, I told you that," he looked stressed.

"Not him!" Now it was her whining.

"That's her step brother," Harry told her.

"What in the sweet he Alabama shit," she gasped, "what the fuck? Is he really..."

"What do you mean?" Harry's confusion seemed to be the top priority for the moment. "Wait, I know, how do you know them?"

"Sandy set me up with that asshole few months ago, everything was going good until one day he forgot he invited me over. Found them doing the deeds there I never saw his face again and now I wanna throw up," she gaged as if she is really going to throw up.

"No, when was this?" He seemed heart broken. That's when YN realised it wasn't right moment to tell him, but when was that right moment?

"I'm sorry," she frowned.

"No, you're fine darling. Thank you for telling me," he reached for her hand over the table. "We don't have to ruin our night for them. And you own the place anyway."

"Yeah," she laughed. Harry placed a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth.

By the time their food was served, Harry scooted to sit right next to her as they watched funny videos on Facebook as they had got nothing special to talk about. It was compilation of cats being funny. It took everything in her to not scream a laugh as she saw a Lion fall down into the pond as it was walking down on the edge, but it swam right out so she didn't felt bad for laughing her butt off.

"Oh my —" she gasped for air.

"Your laugh is funnier than the video," Harry giggled hearing her antique laugh, he kissed her forehead just because. She stopped laughing which caught his attention making him follow her gaze up to see Blake stood there with a shocked face.

"You fucking whore," she started, already catching the attention kf entire restaurant. "You went after her after breaking up with me?" She turned to Harry.

Harry glanced at YN who seemed unphased by her comment for her, he was confused and froze for a second. As he opened his mouth to say something YN interrupted him.

"Calm the fuck down and please leave us alone, I don't wanna have you kicked out of this place." YN sighed, trying to keep calm. She was seriously considering using the authority she have but she wasn't going to let her anger take control of her.

"Why would she calm down?" her mother butted in. "And angel girl, didn't I warned about this bitch earlier?"

"Yeah, and didn't your angel girl, sweet baby honey girl warn you about what in the sweet fucking home Alabama shit you have going on at your home between your daughter and your step son?" YN cooed, clicking her tongue in pity. Blake's step brother looked like he wanted to disappear then and there. Her step dad looked furious where as her mother's mouth was shut. "Don't you dare call me a whore when you're one to begin with. Now get the fuck out of my face. Fucking cunt!"

"What did you just call her?"

"YN, please let's leave it at tha-" Harry was interrupted by YN.

"No, no, wait," she stopped him, "I called her a fucking cunt, because like mother like daughter." Gasps were heard around the restaurant.

"Let's the leave," Blake's step dad was ready to leave the place. And they all did.

"This is why your own mother left you in a bording school to die, you fucking deserved that you ungrateful bitch!" Blake was pulled out by the security. "Good thing your grandma died before you become a whore that you are!"

And that was like a dagger straight in her heart! She couldn't cry. YN never thought there is anything inherently wrong with crying, it made her feel weak to be crying like that.

Harry on the other hand seemed very embarrassed and upset. Sighing he stood up. "We're leaving too." And with that he walked out.

"What?" YN followed him just to know why he was so phased by everything when nothing bad was being said to him.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked once they were in the parking lot by his car.

"I was standing up for myself," she answered the obvious.

"That's how you stand up for yourself? You called her a cunt?"

"She called me a whore, was that fine with you?" She snapped. "And did you not fucking hear what she said?"

"There was a better way to resolve that issue darling," he argued back.

"Why are we arguing? And what better way did you had to stand up for me when you fucking froze over there?"

"I don't know but there was no need to make a huge scene about it!" He exclaimed.

"Okay," she couldn't believe and nor did she found it worth to argue with him there. "Okay, I get it. I, I get it."

"Where are you going now?" He called for her as she started walking out of the parking lot calling an Uber for herself. "YN."

"Go fuck yourself in a ditch, you fucking son of a bitch! I don't want to fucking talk to you!" She flipped him off and walked off the street.

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No because what the fuck was that night?

She definitely did not felt that she was in wrong for standing up for herself. Why was Harry so embarrassed about it?

YN have never cried this hard in past one year since her Grandma's demise. She was a mess on the floor of her bedroom, her phone was going off in a continuation. Calls and messages from a worried Harry annoyed her the most, she switched off her phone. She didn't wanted to talk to anyone because she knows she won't have any control over anger and not think twice before saying anything. Who would know better how much said words can hurt other than her? She prefered to stay silent and with herself when she's angry. She's never the one who will run away from having real conversations like a grown adult that she is, she was just angry and mad and wanted to stay all her herself. She wasn't wrong there, was she?

All she knew was, she wasn't the one who started it (and she still got in trouble for it later) but she was definitely the one to put the end to it and not let Blake and her mother walk all over just like that.

She has been a complete mess from last two nights, trying to focus on work and school as her final semester was coming up for the hair school. She was graduating early and that's all she should focus on right now. Plus she wasn't able to het good sleep.

Gus was a huge help for her, it was like he could sense her upset energy and purred as loud as he could to ease her down. He was already getting to do his job with that. Today YN was leaving early when she saw Harry approaching the Salon. She'd just ignored him and went to the staff room until he left.

She had a lot of stuff with her, she got new toys for Gus and a another cat tree to put up in her giant living room, and another thing he can destroy and leave her furniture alone. At this point Gus is the only creature she thinks is never going to hurt her (accidental scratches doesn't count here).

She is mad at him for being mad at her that night. It would have been such a quiet and nice night with a glass of red wine, it was all ruined when he was the one saying they don't have to let anything ruin the night for them. She wanted to talk things out with him. It was hard, especially when he can't really communicate properly. She ain't his mother to teach him that. It ain't her fault it happened twice. But she tried to reach out to him last night and the call went straight to voicemail.

He clearly still has feelings for Blake which should be obvious. Which broke her heart into the amount of purses Kylie Jenner have in her closet. It was in shambles. YN just wanted to talk things out now that she is no longer angry but still upset and heartbroken. Mainly about Blake's last comment on her.

YN never shared that part of her life with anyone, not even her closest friends. But she did with the douche she was seeing, that's when she really made it her mission to not ever share the most vulnerable part of her with anyone! Harry was her last and only exception.

She made her way to his flat before work, she knew he'd be home as he said he's off all summer from work. Finally she felt calm enough to have a conversation.

It felt weird to really knock on his door when she knew the conversation can lead whatever they had to very unpredictable direction. He would want to mend things and start of slow again to wherever they were both headed, or worse, he would want to end everything. Even their precious little friendly.

YN knew she fell in love very easily, it was one of her many weaknesses and it happened with Harry. What scared her the most was the thought of loosing him as her friend as well. She'd be honest that she doesn't have more than two friends are loyal and trustworthy, and Harry is one oit of those two.

YN knocked on his door anyway, putting everything on back burner for until she sees his face again.

"Hey," she mumbled seeing him once he opened the door.

YN wouldn't lie she was a little intimidated by him as she stared at her for solid three seconds. Plus he stands like a literal tower in front of her with their actual height difference.

"Oh love!" He sighed in relief and gathered her in a warm hug taking her by surprise, it took her a moment to wrap her arms around his middle. "I was so worried, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry."

"I'm sorry too," she buried her face into his chest, sniffling as the fists of her hands clutched the fabric over his torso tightly.

"No, no it's, it's okay." He stuttered pulling away just enough to look at her only to realise the main door is still wide open. He pulled her in and shut the door behind her, "it's okay, yeah."

"Are you okay? You weren't answering my calls. And, and I came to see you at the salon." He hugged her again, like he's ready to take a bullet for her straight in his heart.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," her voice of muffled against now damo fabric of his black tshirt. "I, I was just mad and didn't want to talk to anyone. I'm sorry!"

"Hey, it's okay. You're fine that's all I wanted to know." He assured her. A gentle kiss was pressed on top of her head. "I know what she said wasn't right, I'm sorry for not defending you."

YN had no idea what to say next, should she thank him for confronting and apologising as well, or should she apologise again? Instead she started sobbing like a kid.

"Hey, come on, it's okay darling." He whispered close to her ear.

"I'm sorry," she kept mumbling.

Harry shushed, "it's just us here, it's okay." He ran his fingers through her hair gently, "I need you to calm down okay? Please?"

She was barely able to make it her saying something about him being mad and her mentioning not answering his calls or texts. It took him too long to put 2 and 2 together.

"I'm not mad okay," he assured her, "can you look at me please?"

"Mhm," she nodded in no.

"Okay," he sighed.

Harry found it was better to give her own time to process everything and just giver her some time in general. He didn't mind standing there for ten minutes holding her close to him. She eventually calmed down.

"We're good now?" Harry asked, his hand running up and down her back. He noticed it was his hoodie he left at hers and never got back that she had on just by the feel of the fabric.

"Mhmm," she nodded pulling away to finally look at him. "I really didn't mean to ghost you. I, I feel guilty now for doing that. I was just angry."

"I know," he assured her pressing a soft kiss on her mouth, "I didn't meant to make you feel that way too lovie."

"No it's okay," she shook her head sniffling and wiping her tears with her sweater paw, "I'm gonna break that bitch's face next time." There you go she was back to normal.

He chuckled, "you look really tired baby, wanna take some rest? We can cuddle and watch you favourite show."

"I, I've got work. I just came to see you," she explained.

"But you look so tired love, can't you take a day off?" He asked and she nodded in no, "half a day off?"

"I don't know," she shrugged.

"Call Sandy and tell her you're sick, she's not going to come here and drag you with her." He assured her, "I won't let that happen. I'll go and set up the TV we can watch whatever you like, okay?"

"Okay," she nodded.

YN just did what Harry asked her to. In all honesty she was emotionally and physically exhausted today. Just when she got off the call, she rushed to Harry's welcoming arms and curled up into a ball as he wrapped his other arm around her.

"Can we take a nap instead?" She suggested.

"Whatever you want darling." He agreed, "you want to go to my bedroom or you want to lay here?"

"It's fine here."

"Okay," Harry made way so they both can lay down comfortably on there as he had her trapped between him and the backrest of the furniture, safely. Letting her use his arm as a pillow which he might regret later when it would go numb. He could hear her still sniffling and his shirt dampening with her tears. "What's wrong sweetheart? Thought you wanted to take a nap."

"Yeah, I do," she nodded her voice breaking up trying to hold back her sobs.

"You can tell me."

"It's just what Blake said that night. She said I fucking deserved to be abandoned by my mother, and, and that my Nani died for good." She couldn't help it but sob.

"No, no, nothing of that was true. You and I know that very well, right?" He crooned, "don't— it's okay baby."

YN eventually ended falling asleep whilst crying. Harry didn't wanted to tell her stop crying, it is good to cry and let it all out sometimes.

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YN woke up to find herself next to Harry wrapped up in his arms nice and warm, though it was middle of summer. He was fast asleep in the same position as before and haven't moved an inch. That made her feel bad, she hopes his shoulder and arm isn't sore after this.

Her trying to get off of him woke him up, "hey you're up angel, how did you sleep?"

"Good," she said. That earned her a gentle peck on her lips. "Oh no, Gus is alone!"

"Don't rush, he ain't going anywhere love." He assured her.

"Do you want to come over tonight?" She asked.

"I was going to go see some friends but I can see if they bail me early." Harry said with a sad pout on his face.

"That's okay, you can come tomorrow." She suggested.

"Yeah? But I'll text you." He gave her a few more kisses.

"Hmm," she nodded.

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YN had just gotten text from Harry saying he'd be coming over with food. It haven't even been five hours he went to see his friends, she just hopes he did not ditch them last minute.

Well, he came earlier than he said he would. YN had just gotten home from pet store to get Gus more food before he runs out. That little chap has been a huge blessing for her.

"Hey darling," he greeted with a hug and kiss on her head.

"Hey," she stepped aside once he was done with his greeting cuddles so he can get in. "I'm sorry I just came back from pet store, I'll be back got to put this away."

"Sure," he nodded. "How is your headache?"

"Good, I feel a bit better." She shared preparing a food dish for Gus. He was sat right there on the counter patiently waiting for his que to dig in.

Harry kept take out bags on the dining table and hurried back to the door to take off his shoes as he'd be kill if she finds he had his outdoor shoes inside. The little family photo wall caught his eye again, especially the photo frame turned fave down. Feeling nosy he picked it up just a little bit to take a peek. It was YN and her Nani. Her hair was not coloured a funky colour and the picture looked like it was taken back in 70s or 80s.

"Harry!" Her voice made him flinch in surprise and he almost dropped the frame. He hurriedly kept it back on it's place before he turned to face her. "Woah! What are you doing?"

"No— nothing." He shrugged.

"I saw," she told him, "anyway come on. I'm hungry." She gestured him to follow her.

"Why do you have your photo front side down there?" He asked now that she had seen him lurking around.

"It's not me," she turned to look at him confusedly.

"This is not you with your Nani?" He picked up the photo again.

"No, that's my mother," she shared, "it was before she left to study at Stanford."

"Oh you look just like her," he smiled thinking it is a nice compliment but YN didn't liked it at all.

She hates that woman with every last cell in her body. But she kept silent and smiled a forced smile.

"Hey I'm sorry," Harry croon following her back to the living room keeping rhe picture frame on it's face down.

"No it's okay," she shrugged, "I get it alot that's why I have only picture of her my Nani kept faced down. I just don't like to be associated with her at all. I'll go get face tattoos now. Or maybe a dramatic nose job or something."

"No you don't have to, I mean if you want to do it for yourself then I'll be there to support you." Harry rushed his words, "I'm sorry again to bring that up."

"It's okay, I forgive you not like you knew she's the one who popped me out like I'm a piece of toast." She scoffed jokingly.

"How do you make jokes like this!" He shook his head in disbelief. Walking up to her he pulled her closer to him with his arm wrapped around her waist.

"Can't dwell on the fact that my mother hates me." She giggled, "she can go fuck herself."

"I'm not going to comment on that," he chuckled. Sighing he rested his forehead on hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes shut like it's on autopilot mode feeling his soft exhales against her skin was different kind of soothing. "YN?"

"Hmm?"

"Be my girlfriend?" He asked, she lifted her head to look at him as she never saw this coming.

"Only if you'll be my boyfriend." She smirked.

"I guess that's how it works," he giggled, "but you know what, it's just been such a short time of knowing you. I've never had anyone show me my place like you do, ground me like you do, no one have apologised to be like you did even though we were both in wrong in our own ways. I never thought I'd fall so fast and so deep in love with you."

"Wait, you, you love me?" She stuttered.

"Yeah, I love you." He admitted.

"Then I'll shamelessly admit to have a massive crush on you since the day I saw you at my Nani's. But like I never got the courage to confess. Plus you had a girlfriend that time so it was meant to go south then." She smiled sheepishly through her explaination, "I, I, I love you too."

"God!" He groaned in contain, "I love you more!" With that he pressed a hard kiss on her mouth, making her gasp her laughs. Harry slotted their lips together devouring the moment.

Like it was expected in the moment, the dinner was ditched as both of them have got huge appetite for something else.

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