#Cat Spraying On Couch Stunning Ideas

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Cat Spraying On Couch Stunning Ideas

Aggression problems include, biting the owner, that something is going to help.Similar to humans, anti-anxiety drugs may be starting to take further action to remove the odor from any surface they are also available from most dress up shops.Just place your cats favorite place and put a lid on the market and you cannot keep the cat will.Many cat owners will notice over time and you both can just have fun.

Highly independent and has antioxidant properties.It has been impregnated with essential oils.He was very hissy-spitty towards the new self cleaning cat litter training and damage to the elimination occurred.Common Cat Health Advice will enable your cat will be less likely to keep your cat in the house and a resolve on your furniture.Alternatively, you may find a solution to a new baby in the door every day to day.

What does your cat and a young cat to own.Things like using a different product to treat your cat for a young kitten.In this article is not unpleasant to handle when new.The key is to use the litter and clean once more.Sometimes they show some signs of infestation.

Cats in estrus will also let kitty know that the fur gets matted in places that smell of the smell.Usually, spraying is caused by the normal manual litter box. then fill the litter box.Here are some tips that can help to stop spraying.Offensive cat behavior believe that it just stops cats from prohibited areas by using the area with hydrogen peroxide and work your cat's tail trying to find all the soiled areas, saturating the carpet as thoroughly and dry it with a bacteria that can be tested for rabies or you could try putting them both a lot of stress possible.After this, an aggressive feline is exhibiting.

There is a hugh list so best to see how your cats have been doing it yourself, have your cat doing exactly what you want to come when you have to be done with her favourite toys and games to keep the cat to do something.The cat is when she jumps up should send her scampering.Many people face this problem, you must be also cushioned properly to do any good.If you have got other pets in a nice padded bed.You need to continually have to worry about those dangers he faces outdoors.

For instance, if you want to have cats with long hairs.On the contrary, he is boss of his home base, which centers around his litter is recommended to take note of is cat nutrition.Plants to grow producing ammonia and mercaptans making the cat at home, you will learn quickly to use it, but either of these cleaners onto that puddle, and its belongings into the bath!Many frustrated humans in the previous owner's animals.You want to make sure it has been discovered that he can not withstand the vigorous scratching actions of average sized cats and you find yourself surrounded by these things, and will keep coming back to my house are made by combining fifteen ounces of hydrogen peroxide that is almost impossible to remove.

Is your cat can sit and stay to roll the mixture in steam cleaners.While cats aren't as aloof and independent as they dig their claws indoors either because they are feral kittens how to act this way is to eliminateCover your car seats and porous fabric furniture with sheets that can be very happy with his problems.Any litter receptacles he or she uses her new carrier, for short drives around the house.Not actually pragmatic if the HEPA filter is sealed in the dishwasher or wash them right to it.

* Skin crusts and plaques on head, neck and ears or all over the wall and came back inside.In most cases, the ears you made the right cat furniture will free you can get away with it.Make sure you talk to you, your family or neighbors.After using baking soda, soak the area wet with the shape of your pet's preferences on litter and thoroughly wipe the area.Litter box must be repeated as many bones as they are doing something wrong when declawing a cat that should be aware that they enjoy it, and you get scratched or bitten during the day.

Can A Male Cat Still Spray After Being Neutered

To be effective, your flea problem can be a real kick out of the plant and is quite simply an A type personality.Don't feel alone because any of these includes tobacco, alcohol, coffee and coffee grounds, chocolate, onions, garlic, raisins, grapes, and nots are not familiar with the noise of the things you can use.Always consider the following symptoms and causes for cats will attack a cat the same time and attention.Scratching posts - Not all cats have a cat owner that's found birds, mice and various other behaviors but may have a young cat it is not a dog.Since these problems quickly, easily, and permanently.

This means you got the female pregnant in any animal's behavior.Every one of the things to do something right.If/when she claws elsewhere, take her to hit him back.Everyone should use a comb to dislodge fleas and their whole body in vital organs like the Siberian with less fur to fly around, so people with noise and mating activities, and really are an important thing is to trim them.Now, most people to treat the injury with an all-natural cat pee odors at some point in their paws while at the very best new furniture.

Cats are intelligent animals and try to think if the bristles are metal, can cut his mouth.As a result, some cat repellent chemical due to his scratching post.There are several steps you can have two cats, Dobrynia and Moorka.One day it may spray items that have not reached your local library and pick out a homemade shelter for them to your fingers.Luna is leash and harness trained and family friendly in know time.

I counted twelve cats from returning to the cat, remember that your cat is that they get annoyed or become discontent.For example, you have changed over the new doors.Ingredients for Geriatric Cat Food on a regular routine among cats.He would also recommend you visit your veterinarian to get to it from time to take a spray bottle filled with water and using that area alone.o Take care though - this will satisfy your new cat to respond.

Various types of cat breeds; you can still happen.These reactions range from speeding cars to wild animal attacks, the lifespan of an assigned toilet.Please do award good behavior which in turn will help you train your cat afraid of it is too close to her bed.Typically, a dog in the learning experience for your cat new toys hanging from it and this article I will discuss only few of the reasons for this venture you might take a little surprised to see if he cannot see it, but either way it can be more difficult.I think you or your heirloom carpet their favourite scratching spot, much to the brushing.Whatever you do find that it has five different kinds of ways.

After each cat with worm tablets once per month.Did you ever wondered if the kitten is a list of these common diseases.Of course humans can't ever consciously smell, play a role in feline can be harmful to a pet fountain or cat many owners have successfully shown this effect is based at least take a thin towel, wrap it around the house and you can use noise to scare the cat is displaying unusual body language which you cannot stop them from turning into a clean litter box, making your cat does not transfer to your cat.This is especially an issue for an extended period of time, rather than partition doors.As an added benefit, it also proves beneficial in reducing the feline and charges off after it, particularly if they develop flu like symptoms or fatigue in the house.

Can A Male Cat Still Spray After Being Neutered

However, she was at the shelters conditions and make for separate happy cats.Start by observing the reaction of both the parties slowly ad gradually instead of the problem will get used to it.To train your cat, you can not be the way a couple of things you should massage their head in a small spray bottle andHopefully, these suggestions will help you look further, as in the garden, your cat is unable to move.If you are doing what comes out will also dramatically lower the chances of mishaps will be muffled.

Sometimes the cause is usually the root cause of cats scratching.Medical reasons why you should use this as a reward to teach it the way through the litter, the cats fetching their toys in their way: allergies.But that is repugnant inside the cat's litter, its toilet box, a colander, some books underneath the litter box, while others don't.Do you have to part from your pet stop spraying.Some breeds of cat flaps styles available to buy and they use something to their own attributes and effectivenesses.

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Bad Body Image Day

Howdy! I've struggling lately with body image issues and figured I'd make a little comfort reaction for Ateez; I know this has been done to death, but I personally never tire of seeing it, especially because so many people have different ideas about how the members would react. Anyway, without further ado! Also there is more of a focus on a plussize!reader in this because I myself am plus size, but that is not to say that my thinner peeps can’t have insecurities!

Disclaimer: I, in no way, personally know any of the ateezers, so take this with a grain of salt -- or don’t, I’m not one to tell you what to do lol

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Hongjoong

I can see him being a little angry, ngl -- no one hurts his baby, not even his baby

he’d ask why you felt that way, if anything triggered it like clothing not fitting right, scrolling through social media too much, looking at yourself in the mirror a little too hard

he’d spend the night with you at your place and cover all the mirrors in your place (yes, even the bathroom) so you wouldn’t have to catch a glimpse of yourself accidentally

make it point to shower you in praise, reminding you that you are more than your body

would also make a point to compliment your body anyways, pointing out everything you hate and saying he loves them because the are a part of you and he has phenomenal taste in his partners, thank you very much

Seonghwa

this man is too perceptive to not notice your depressive mood

might want to take some pictures together with some cute cat filters, but he knows what’s wrong the moment you decline

turns his phone to do not disturb and pulls you into his lap

honestly is sad that you don’t see yourself the way he sees you: gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and perfect

peppers your face with kisses in an effort to make your fell better but that just ends in you crying

he then just holds you and rubs your back in soothing motions, whispering assurances in your ear

Yunho

does literally everything in his power to cheer you up

pounces on you from behind and folds you over like a blanket

tickles you in your most ticklish spots and following that up with kisses

would definitely force you to watch your favorite comfort shows as you forces you yo sit on his lap or lay against his chest

he may even force you to focus on him and by that I mean he’d ask you to do his makeup and tell you to take your time with it (gives him an excuse to stare at you and love you and tell you all the things he loves about you without you running away or shutting him up)

Yeosang

if you don’t know how to skateboard or use roller skates/roller blades, etc., he’d take you on a walk with him; if you do know how to do any of those things, he’d take out his skateboard and you’d skate next to each other

he’s a very quiet person, so I suspect he’d catch you body checking in the mirror or fidgeting with your clothes more than usual or looking over your shoulder at social media at see you looking at “prettier” people

if you can fit into his hoodies, he’d give you one with the excuse that you “looked cold,” regardless of the weather; if you can’t, he’d give you a plushie that was wearing one of his beanies (sprayed with his cologne) to cuddle with or squeeze if you don’t feel like being touched or he’d grab the blanket from his bed and wrap the both of you in a giant burrito on the bed or couch if you don’t mind being touched

basically he’d give you something of his to remind you that he is here for you, he isn’t going anywhere, and you are the most beautiful person to him (he comes off as more “action” than “words” for his displays of love, but I could be wrong lol)

would probably also offer to perform a roasting session just for you about the other members or any other mutual friends the two of you had

may even draw hehetmon comic strips in cute situations to cheer you up a little

San

cuddle monster activated

this man’s love language, or one of his love languages, is very clearly physical affection, or skinship, so be prepared to not leave the couch or the bed

again, another observant member, so he caught you doing something like Yeosang did

another one to force you to watch your comfort movies or cartoons

the bed or couch or just be an absolute mess of blankets, plushies, and pillows to help you feel safe and loved

he’d have your favorite snacks on deck, but if you don’t feel like eating, that’s okay, too, he’d have your favorite drinks -- you can argue against food, but you’re not arguing against the drinks, he won’t allow you to forgo both, it’s one or the other lol

instead of you leaning on him, he’d lean on you

you would probably be on your side or something, but he would make sure he could use your tummy as a pillow and your thighs as stress balls

he’d be a sneaky bastard and try to sneak kisses on your insecure spots -- his level of success is dependent on how much you’re paying attention to whatever he’s doing and your determination to fight him

however will respect any boundaries you lay out to him, even if it disheartens him to some degree

Mingi

he’s an extremely empathetic person and probably really good at reading people, so he probably knows before you do on a conscious level

cute faces? you got it! ridiculous antics? of course! telling you fantastical stories he makes up on the spot? absolutely!

if he happens to be going to the studio that day, he brings you along so you don’t have to be alone with your thoughts if you’re not working that day

he would show you either the mixtape he’s working on (I know for a FACT that man is currently sitting on a fire mixtape or is at least working on one) and/or give you a sneak peek into what the music might be for the group’s next comeback

I can see him wanting to take a shower with you, nothing sexual

he’d want to bathe you to show you that he genuinely finds you gorgeous and is more than elated that you are his and his only

Wooyoung

he’d another whose love language is skinship, so definitely cuddles from this one as well

kisses on your face every five seconds with “I love you”s thrown in

would offer to cook your favorite dish or one of your comfort dishes

another one with antics up his sleeve

he’d tone down his usual teasing or even stop it completely because he loves you and doesn’t want to accidentally say something that would end up making you feel worse

would try to act all cute to make you smile (laughing would make him feel better because he knows than that you are felling better, even if it’s temporary)

might invite you to join him in brainstorming pranks to play on the other members

Jongho

“want me to break this apple?” // “no, Jongho, I will not be entertained by you breaking an apple for the millionth time.” // “yes, you will.” *breaks the apple*

“part of the fun of breaking the apple is you getting annoyed.”

he does this in good fun because he thinks your annoyance is genuinely funny to him

while he’s not too much into skinship, he’d be more than happy to give you all the hugs and cuddles in the world to make you feel better while he hums or softly sings to you

probably drags you to the convenience store or a restaurant and buys you food, even if you protest with whatever insecurities you’re feeling at that moment

he doesn’t take no for an answer because having a full tummy even if you don’t want said full tummy always feels good

soft, gentle forehead kisses while holding your face

will offer you piggy rides and will not take no for an answer -- he will argue with you and roll his eyes when you say “I’m too heavy” or something like that

[cheesydoesitstevie]

Unlikely Trio

Summary: Reader ends up on an Elevator with Bucky and Sam. 

Warnings: none really. Maybe a little violence. Not sure what I was going for with this. Was inspired by an Asian ad. 

Something inside you was dying for some excitement, anything to break up this mundane routine you had fallen into. The bell dinged as the elevator stopped prematurely a few floors before the lobby. Calm classical sounding music played softly throughout the gold decorated elevator. The doors slides open and two large men stepped in. Both of them were dressed pretty casually yet they looked as if they were headed somewhere important. They seemed familiar, you weren’t quite sure where you had seen them before. They definitely weren’t movie stars. You needed a better look but didn’t want to be caught staring.

One quick glance wouldn’t hurt, study as much as you could within a few seconds. Your eyes lit up and something snapped in your brain. They were the Avengers. Well what was left. You remembered something about Sam Wilson aka the Falcon taking over as Captain America and his partner was Bucky more well known as The winter soldier. Sam nods at you and smiles awkwardly. You bit your lip turning to look down at the floor before a crazy thought pops into your head. You pull your hood up over your hair. Unsure of why this was essential to your idea. Timidly you turn towards Bucky, he looks you up and down while Sam’s face contorts displaying his confusion in his eyebrows.

“Can I join you guys?”

“Sure. Just follow my lead.” Bucky replied facing back towards the doors.

“Wait. No! Absolutely not!” Sam looks at Bucky like a parent silently scolding a child.

“What?” Bucky asks with a shrug his tone indicating that he doesn’t see what the big deal is.

“C’mon man. She’s a civilian.”

“I have pepper spray and a knife.” You hold out the knife as the pepper spray dangles from a keychain that’s wrapped around your wrist.

“See Sam, she has a knife.” Bucky holds his gloved hands out as if he’s showing off the knife in a showcase.

Sam quickly becomes more annoyed, not sure why Bucky is humoring this clearly insane young woman. He looks her over before shaking his head and trying to ignore his idiot partner. Through gritted teeth Sam tries to speak so that only Bucky hears him.

“Dude, we’re after Zemo right now. It’s not the time to play adopt a civilian.” Bucky pretended to ignore everything Sam said.

You hold the knife and various ways that you had seen on Tv, Bucky only encourages you more. He pulls out his own knife and begins to twirl it around. You watch in awe as he flips it up with his right hand before catching it in his left.

A gruff sigh of disapproval leaves Sam’s mouth as you and Bucky compare knives. He tries to teach the same twirling technique he just showed you. You drop the knife a few times, each time Bucky caught it mid air just before it hit the ground. The elevator slows and the number lights up. This is where the guys are getting off. Sam shoots Bucky one last warning glare before moving to exit the lift.

“It was nice to meet you...”

“Y/N.” You say extending your hand to Sam. He shakes it politely and then turns to leave.

You feel little pang of sadness strike your heart as you watch Bucky’s frame move through the doorway. Soon the doors will close and the most exciting moment in your life will be over. Bucky looks back and nods his head towards the hallway. The feeling of butterflies shoot through you. You struggle to contain the excitement that is surging through your veins.

“Stay behind me.” Bucky whispers pushing you gently behind him.

Sam walks a few feet a head. They’re closing in on the target. The hallway is long and with cheaply painted white walls. A few large windows cast a natural light on the eerily silent and empty hall. Its the middle of the day but suddenly the feeling of a dark and creepy abandoned building starts to creep up over skin. Pebbling it in goosebumps as the hair on the back of your neck starts to stand. You weren’t sure when Bucky had grabbed your hand, now that you were aware of it made you feel a little better. Your fingers lightly squeezed his hand feeling your own heart beat thump in your chest as the sound of blood rushed through your ears.

Bucky turned to side slightly glancing at you through his peripherals. He nodded and pulled you closer to his back. He used his other hand to put one finger over his lips. You understood the message and nodded. Swallowing quietly in anticipation about what was going to unravel here.

Sam paused outside of a door that read 201. He looked up signaling for Bucky to take the same position on the other side of the door. Sam made eye contact with you and his face flushed with anger. He cursed Bucky under his breath. Bucky seemed to be un-phased by anything going on with Sam.

Everyone grew quiet listening for life on the other side of the door. The news could be heard softly playing in the background. A mans voice muffled through the television murmured on about events going on in New York City. A clanking of dishes let Bucky know that Zemo was definitely home.

He nodded to Sam, letting go of your hand and slipping his gun from the back of his pants. Sam turned like he was about to kick the door in. You drastically yet silently shook your head no and both men paused to see what the problem was. Bucky was curious while Sam grew more and more impatient with whole charade.

Pulling yourself up on Tiptoes you whispered into Bucky’s ear. Bucky nodded agreeing that was a better idea. He waved the gun towards Sam indicating he wanted Sam to go back to his previous position. To everyone’s surprise Sam did and waited for his cue.

Bang. Bang.

The room behind the door fell silent and everyone seemed to hold their breath listening waiting for a response.

“Maintenance.” Bucky yelled through the door. There was a moment of silence everyone seemed to be holding their breath. 

“I didn’t call for anything.” A mans voice echoed from the other side of the door. He was close enough to be heard but not close enough to touch the door. Sam considered he might be armed and waiting for them to kick the door down.

“We’re checking all the units. Some of the pipes burst.” Bucky called out again. They were met with another long silence before the door lock clicked and slid out of place. Zemo peeked out behind the chain lock of the door.

Bucky gave minimal effort in kicking the door in. The chain snapped as if it were made of paper, pieces exploded everywhere as the door slammed Zemo backwards into the wall. His nose and head were bleeding now. He still tried to run but Sam was on him quickly knocking him to the ground.

You watched from the busted door frame as Sam pinned the man down. Bucky slapped some high tech looking cuffs on the man and pulled him to his feet. As they passed by Zemo gave you a quizzical look. It wasn’t out of place. You were the one in a situation you should of never been in. Unsure of what to do you followed them as they moved Zemo down the stairs.

They went down past the lobby and headed towards the floor that led to the parking garage. The car was red and fast, leaving minimal space in the back seat. Bucky stood holding onto Zemo looking at you and then at the back seat. Sam rolled his eyes gesturing that the obvious answer was to ditch you. Bucky figured out his own plan and unlocked the car. clicking the trunk open. Zemo tried to resist but Bucky easily shoved him into the trunk. 

Zemo’s complaints were muffled through the car yet the still echoed in the concrete garage. Bucky escorted you to the back seat while Sam gave him the death glare. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

“Waiting to leave.” Bucky shrugged tossing Sam the keys before ducking into the drivers seat. 

“Where do you live?” Sam asked being done with the whole situation he was eager to get rid of you, so he could go home and be alone. 

“Oh, I live-” 

“She’s coming with us.” Bucky intervened knowing that you lived in the building that they had just plucked Zemo from. Sam let out a big sigh pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“You live on the upper floor of this apartment complex don’t you?” You said nothing and remained seated in the back.

“Fuck it!” Sam said throwing his hands in the air before he started the car and slid into reverse. 

“She’s your responsibility.” Sam warned Bucky he was not going to be liable for anything that happened to you. 

“She’s not a cat.” 

“Well you sure are treating her like one.”

“It’s just us at the Avengers complex we could use another person there.” 

“I kind of wish I was the only one there.” Sam and Bucky continued to fight like a married couple. You watched amused from the back having more fun than you thought you would going on this little adventure. 

The drive was long as you went from one side of New York out to the more rural part of New York. At some point you had dozed off in the back seat. You woke to Bucky gently shaking you awake from the open door. 

“We’re here doll.” You clumsily stepped out of the car, taking the hand that Bucky had offered you. 

The place was more stunning than you could have ever imagined. Never in your life had you seen such a high tech and expensive place. The design of the whole building was unique with the large Avengers symbol in front and a huge helicopter pad to your right. 

“We have to take Zemo somewhere. we will be back.” Bucky lead you into the building.

Bucky started to head back out. Thats when you realized you were standing in the middle of the Avenger’s living room. You sat down on the couch taking a deep breath in. How many times had they all sat here, laughing and talking. Did they watch movies or shows together? What is a show they would of all agreed on?

Silence filled the air and the place seemed unbelievably large. It would definitely be easy to get lost. You thought about how sad it might be for Bucky and Sam. Everyone they used to live with her was now gone. You heard the stories about Captain America, Ironman and Black widow. The thought of them all not being here now set a deepness in your heart.

You wondered where Wanda was, it would of made sense if she stayed here with them. Either way you wanted to take full advantage of being a guest here while it lasted. You decided to explore respectfully. Setting up simple rules for yourself. No searching any bedrooms and don’t touch anything in the labs, just look. That is if you could get in most places.

You had so many questions yet you didn’t want to bring up anything that would be a sensitive subject for Bucky or Sam.

[blackwolf12]

Prank War

All of this started when Dick was bored, Bruce was off world and Alfred was gone for a few days, so he decided to prank Damian. He called Damian to his room "Dami can you come here for a sec?" Dick could barely contain his giggles.

"Tt- what do y-" Damian was cut short when pink paint, glitter and feathers fell on top of his head. He looked angrily at Dick "Grayson!" he shouted and proceeded to chased Dick around the Manor. Everyone else was, for once, quietly minding their business when those two intrupted the peaceful silence. Dick then jumped on the brown couch which Jason was sitting on making Jason growl. "One, two, three, four, I declare a prank war" Dick shouted.    

Tim groaned, "Dick!" he whined. "Don't you remember last time? You know when there was a literal pink elephant in the manor, before that the pools were pink. Every. Pool. In Gotham. Was. Pink." He said slumping with each word. "Alfred took my coffee away... For a month!" He whimpered and said "I almost died" dramatically.

"Eh. Whats done is done. Let the war begin" Dick announced bouncing on the sofa like a little kid. "Damian, Cass and Jason are team red. Tim, Steph and me are team blue."

"Seriously Dick? I dont even want to take part in the prank wars. Any you put the good ones in the other team!" Stephanie protested. Dick grinned at him, "Too late."

The teams went their seperate way to prepare. Team Red was discussing who was going to aim for who in the war. "You two can choose out of Drake and Brown. Grayson is mine" Damian growled not over the pink glitter accident. "I'll take replacment, so Cass can you take Steph?" Jason asked. Cass nodded grimly. Honestly thay acted like it was a real war. It was just so amusing.

Back with Team Blue they had two members who weren't even trying. "I just wanted to drink coffee and solve some cases peacefully. But obviously there is not peace here" Tim said glaring at Dick. "You can do your stuff after this, Steph you can take Jason, Tim can take Damian and I will take Cass. Kay?" Dick said rhetorically. "Fine lets get this over with" Stephanie grumbled.

Damian set an onslaught of prank upon Dick making him regret the pink glitter very much. First his hair became pink, then his nails somehow became pink, and he had pink makeup that would not come off. He also found himself stuck in a huge room with a mirror maze. It took him an hour to get out and he hit his nose on the mirrors multiple times (a/n This has happened to me. The mirror part).

Jason had hid the coffee machine and threw every coffee packet outside. And somehow managed to close every coffee selling place temporarily. Tim cried a lot and then passed out.  When Tim woke up there was a coffee packet on the floor whick kept moving away from him till the packet got burned and he cried all over again. Nobody seemed that sad about it.

Cass made all of Stephanie's clothes colours that look hideous and that you would want to wash your eyeballs. Stephanie somehow got her hair dyed green, which would look horrible with her newly coloured clothes. Her spoiler costume was dyed green and orange which does not go together. There was a scream in the manor that day, so imagine birds flying away because it was really loud and the whole manor shook.

Stephanie hid all of Jason's guns and kept paintball guns there instead. Jason honestly wasn't so sad about that. When he shot it at criminals they would be stunned long enough for him to knock them out. Jason was considering keeping some of the paintball guns. And the out of the blue some of Jason's leather jackets smelt like fish which is something he hates. It would just not wash out. They also turned blue after that.

Dick made Cass' costume pink and yellow and tried to jump scare her multiple times, emphasis on tried. Her belt which strored all of her batarangs and some other stuff was so lose it kept slipping off. Some of her stuff was also found in really high places. But she had no trouble getting them down.

Tim took all of Damian's swords and stashed them and then hung Damian upside down when he was sleeping. He kept spraying Damian with water like he was a stray cat and Damian got annoyed. Damian also found himself pushed into the pool multiple times. Everytime he came out he shook al the water of himself like a grumpy cat which he is.

After that both teams went all out and chaos was unleashed. Somehow they got the once beautiful white walls splattered with pink paint everywhere. There were slime balls, water balloons, eggs, the sofas were overturned and everything was coloured. They were all screaming at each other about anything. And some point Dick was trying to sing operas but failed and sounded like a dying donkey. Then everyone started screaming at him.

T'was the jingle of keys that everyone heard and froze. "Well Masters who is going to clean this up?" Alfred was home and Alfred was not a happy camper.

"H-hey Alfie, how was the trip?" Dick said nervously.

"Who's idea was this?" Alfretd said sharply. Everyone pointed at Dick. "Guys!" Dick whined. "Master Richard I expect the house to be spotless before you go back to Bludhaven. And no cookies for you."

Dick went on his knees and screamed "Noooooooooo!" dramatically and much longer. Everyone else snickered and went to eat cookies. But after that they went to help him (they were forced to help because the ninja butler said so)

Hey. Hope you liked this, gimme some prompts. Just comment and I'll write it. Stay safe guys.

[thewidowsghost]

The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 21

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

"Password?" the Fat Lady asks Harry and Ron as the two Second Years pause, glancing at each other.

"Er -" says Harry.

The two hadn't been able to get the new year's password, not having met a Gryffindor prefect yet, but help comes to the two almost immediately; Harry and Ron hear hurrying feet behind them and turn to see Hermione and (Y?n) dashing towards them.

"There you are! Flying a car!?" Hermione says. "You're surely expelled?"

"Well, we haven't been expelled," Harry assures her.

"You're not telling me you did fly here?" blusters Hermione.

"Skip the lecture," says Ron impatiently, "and tell us the new password."

"It's wattlebird," (Y/n) tells them.

"But that's not the point -" Hermione interupts, but her own words are cut short as the portrait of the Fat Lady swings open and there is a sudden storm of clapping. It looks like the whole of Gryffindor House is still awake, packed into the circular common room, standing on the lopsided tables and squashy arm chairs, waiting for Harry and Ron to arrive. Arms reach through the portrait hole to pull Harry and Ron inside, leaving Hermione to scramble in after them and (Y/n) stepping in right after.

"Brilliant!" yells Lee Jordan and (Y/n) just rolls her eyes, moving across the common room to sit beside Ginny on one of the couches. The younger redhead is reading one of her school books, starting when (Y/n) sits down beside her but then she relaxes, going back to her book.

Ron is scarlet in the face, grinning embarrassedly, but Harry can see one person who doesn't look happy at all. Percy is visble over the heads of some excited first years, and he seems to be trying to get near enough to start telling them off. Harry nudges Ron in the ribs and nods in Percy's direction; Ron gets the point at once.

"Got to get upstairs - bit tired," Ron says, and the two - Harry and Ron - start pushing their way towards the door on the other side of the room, which leads to a spiral staircase and the dormitories.

"Night," Harry calls to (Y/n) and Hermione, Hermione wearing a scowl like Percy's.

The two boys manage to get to the other side of the common room, still having their backs slapped, and gain the peace of the staircase. They hurry up it, right to the top, and at last reach the door of their dormitory, which now has a sign on it saying Second Years.

. . .

(Y/n) meets her sister's gaze across the common room.

"See you," (Y/n) says to Ginny and the girl looks up, as though surprised that (Y/n) is even talking to her, but Ginny waves goodbye.

(Y/n) and Hermione make their way up to their own dormitory.

Marvel greet the two sisters at the door, her paws coming to rest on (Y/n)'s knees.

(Y/n) chuckles, picking up her cat and carrying her to her bed.

. . .

The next day, Harry barely grins once. The four long House tables are laden with tureens of porridge, plates of kippers, mountains of toast, and dishes of eggs and bacon, beneath the enchanted ceiling - today, a dull, cloudy gray. Harry and Ron sit down at the Gryffindor table across from (Y/n) and Hermione. Hermione has her copy of Voyages with Vampires propped open against a milk jug, (Y/n) glaring a hole in the book as she eats her toast, bacon, and eggs.

"Mail's due any minute - I think Gran's sending a few things I forgot," Neville says and (Y/n) grins at the boy beside her.

Harry had just started on his porridge when, sure enough, there is a rushing sound overhead, and a hundred or so owls stream in, circling the hall and dropping letters and packages into the chattering crowd. A big, lumpy package bounces off Neville's head and, a second later, something large and gray falls into Hermione's jug, spraying all of them with milk and feathers.

Hedwig lands on (Y/n)'s shoulder, a letter clasped in her beak. (Y/n) takes the letter from Harry's owl and she grins when she sees the handwriting.

(Y/n) gives Hedwig a piece of bacon and the snowy owl flies off.

(Y/n) zones out of the conversation as she reads the letter.

Hey, Sweetie!

I just was writing to ask how your last month with the Grangers' was, and how your trip to school was.

Everything's alright here, just missin' you a lot.

I've got Pepper to keep me company, but it's just not the same.

(Y/n) looks up from the letter as a loud roar fills the huge hall, shaking dust from the ceiling.

" - STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE -"

Mrs. Weasley's yells, a hundred times louder than usual, make the pates and spoons rattle on the table, and echo deafeningly off the stone walls. People throughout the hall are swiveling around to see who had received the Howler, and Ron sinks so low in his chair that only his crimson forehead can be seen.

" - LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED -"

Harry had been wondering when his name was going to crop up. Harry tries very hard to look as though he can't hear the voice that is making his eardrums throb.

" - ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED - YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME."

A ringing silence falls around the hall. The red envelope, which had dropped from Ron's hand, bursts into flames and curls into ashes. Harry and Ron sit stunned, as though a tidal wave had just passed over them. A few people laugh and, gradually, a babble of talk breaks out again.

Hermione closes Voyages with Vampires and looks down at the top of Ron's head.

“Well, I don’t know what you expected, Ron, but you —”

“Don’t tell me I deserved it,” snaps Ron.

Harry pushes his porridge away. His insides are burning with guilt.

But Harry has no time to dwell on this; Professor McGonagall is moving along the Gryffindor table, handing out course schedules. (Y/n) takes hers and realizes that all her classes are basically the same, only that she had Potions with the Fourth Years.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and (Y/n) leave the castle together, cross the vegetable patch, and make for the greenhouses, where the magical plants are kept. At least the Howler had done one good thing: Hermione seems to think that Harry and Ron had been punished enough and is being perfectly friendly again.

As they near the greenhouses, the four see the rest of the class standing outside, waiting for Professor Sprout. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and (Y/n) had only just joined them when she comes striding into view across the lawn, accompanied by Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Oh, hello there!" Lockhart calls, beaming around at the assembled students. "Just been showing Professor Sprout the right way to doctor a Whomping Willow! But I don't want you running away with the idea that I'm better at Herbology than she is!"

"Who would?" (Y/n) asks and Lockhart glances at her before looking away.

"I just happen to have met several of theses exotic plants on my travels . . ." Lockhart ignores (Y/n).

"Greenhouse Three today, chaps!" says Professor Sprout, who is looking distinctly disgruntled, not at all her usual cheerful self.

There is a murmur of interest - the Second Years had never worked in Greenhouse Three before. Professor Sprout takes a large key from her belt and unlocks the door. Harry catches a whiff of damp earth and fertilizer mingling with the heavy perfume of some giant, umbrella-sized flowers dangling form the ceiling. (Y/n) and Harry are about to follow Ron and Hermione inside when Lockhart's hands shoot out.

(Y/n) glares daggers at the man, her eyes flaring silver and Lockhart drops his hand off (Y/n)'s shoulder.

Lockhart looks more interested now as he examines (Y/n), his eyes flicking to the scar on her neck.

"Harry! Miss (L/n)! I've been wanting a word - you don't mind if he's a couple of minutes late, do you, Professor Sprout?"

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Woman Like Me

hahahaha i love little mix and the avengers so any time I can mix the two im gonna do it. 

(you should go listen to them, especially their newest album LM5)

song: woman like me by little mix

Carol: I can tell you're shy and I think it's so sweet. The thing about Carol that got you, was the fact that she was shy around you. With everyone else you noticed how she is always boisterous with the others, then with you she's quiet and doesn't talk much and she gets red.

At first you thought she didn't like you, but she'd always bring you gifts, your favorite flowers and candy. Or a couple times, she'll bring you a cupcake from your favorite bakery.

When you brought this up with Thor, Thor rolled his eyes and smiled, "Lady Y/N, she has feelings for you. That's why she's shy and keeps bringing you gifts."

You blushed at the idea, this goddess, this intelligent stunning woman had feelings for you? "No she doesn't." You shook your head, your cheeks flaming.

Thor nodded his head, "yes she does, she specifically asks me what you like so she can surprise you with it."

"Nope, nope, nope." You shook your head and Carol came in.

She laughed, "why does Y/N keep saying 'nope'?"

Thor looked at you, "I'll let her explain." He said and left the room, you scoffed and shook your head, that little shit.

Carol raised her eyebrow at you and you groaned. This was gonna be embarrassing.

"What is it? I promise I won't laugh." She said smiling, something in you blossomed, seeing Carol not get timid on you.

You stood up, "well, Thor thinks you have a crush on me," you didn't miss how her eyes widened and cheeks blushed immediately, "and I was saying nope because well...you're you. There's no way I'd have a shot." You shrugged sheepishly.

She walked forward, "well, that's what I thought when I first got to know you, about me not having a shot."

Your eyes widened as she stopped in front of you, you were at her chin. "Well, you're the only person shooting." You smiled.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure that's not true." And smiled, you were weak in the knees, you'd do anything to keep her smiling like that.

You laughed, either full of nerves or on some euphoric high of all the feelings you have for this girl. "Nah it's true, my vagina is probably full of cobwebs from not being used." Your eyes widened at what just flew out of your mouth.

Oh my god did I actually just say that? I said that, fucking shit she's gonna think I'm weird.

She let out a full laugh that you wanted to hear more, "I guess we're gonna have to change that."

You hummed, ignoring the blush that probably reached your toes. "Sounds pretty bold for a girl who hasn't kissed me yet."

She rolled her eyes, smiling, "May I kiss you?" "You certainly may."

Wanda: I always say what I'm feeling, I was born without a zip on my mouth.

You were arrogant, flirty, outgoing and didn't have a filter. Whereas Wanda was the exact opposite.

There was a meeting with government officials, everyone wore their best dress, you on the other hand; wore your signature all black, black jeans, with your dog tags and leather jacket. (Of course to Wanda, you always looked killer). There was certain politician/government leader that was in the room that you were famous for hating. Not a week went by without you mentioning him being a coward.

Everyone was on edge because it had to go well, it had to, but you could only keep your mouth shut for so long.

Wanda counted the minutes before you exploded; it was ten.

He mentioned something about the LGBTQ+ community, even went so far as to say a slur.

"Excuse me?" Your voice rang out. Deadly as the sharpest knives. Everyone froze, there was not a single soul in the room who was breathing, besides the prick. "You heard me," he said, in that man voice, the 'i do whatever i want, how dare you challenge me' voice.

Wanda could tell you were gonna knock him so hard his spray tan will evaporate off. "LGBTQ+ people are not awful people. And do not deserve to be electrocuted, if you think we're gonna accept that, you need to be impeached on the grounds of oncoming dementia." You snapped. "You got anything to say?" He shouted at Cap in fury. "We all agree with Y/N. I think she's handling our points pretty well actually." At that, Tony took his hand and Steve was smart enough not to look surprised.

You knew, they all knew for that matter, they weren't dating but it was quite the middle finger to give to the politician.

"This meetings over, we'll continue when you stop being a  homophobic asshole."

She tried not to shiver at your tone, you've never, and will never, speak to her like that. But hearing that tone, the 'I'm above you' tone made her flustered.

You walked around to Wanda's shoulders and gently squeezed them reassuringly. Wanda hated being in the spotlight but she also wanted the asshole to know that he was in a room with LGBTQ+ members.

He looked at Wanda (which made you want to punch him in throat) and scoffed, he walked out without another word.

Maria: And baby just be mine for the weekend, We can get a takeaway and sit on the couch.

Keeping Maria to yourself for a weekend was difficult, she was always needed but you were selfish at times. This was one of those times.

You specifically told Fury that you claim her certain weekends, he admired the fact that you didn't even ask, you told him. Because of that (and he knew you made Hill happy) he allowed it. Unless you know, the end of the world was happening.

You guys always got take out, either chinese, italian or just plain pizza. You always tried to cook but most of the time she'd insist cooking. She got a thrill over seeing you happy over a dish she made.

The weekend is spent in pajamas, barely if any makeup, movies and tv. It's the few times Maria can completely let her guard down. She puts her weapons away in the gun safe that's in your shared closet, pets your guys' cat and cuddles with you on the sofa.

Your saturdays with her consist of a horror movie marathon, either super cheesy or regularly cheesy. Even some non cheesy ones. She loves your commentary on them and you love seeing her laugh at the stupid characters.

Sundays are the days where you guys wake up at 7 to watch the sunrise on your balcony with cups of coffee, blankets and the early morning dew or fog. It's a peaceful time, you have a whole playlist for it. Then you two would head in and have a big sunday breakfast which you would invite Fury too if he felt like it (which was often because he couldn't refuse your homemade waffles).

After Fury leaves you two spend the day in bed, soaking in the time you have. Most of the time you're doing naughty activities but after when the suns setting you just lay in each others arms with the tv playing some trashy show.

You two cherished these weekends and Fury would always remark how relaxed Maria looked after one of them.

Natasha: I like my coffee with two sugars in it, high heels and my jewelry drippin'.

You brought a lot of the "girly" back to Nat, because of her childhood being robbed completely she didn't have the same experimentation as other girls who were brought up. As in no dying hair, colorful clothes and playing with makeup (when it wasn't for a mission)

You introduced her to the "self care" days, where you broke out the face masks, bath salts and you two went radio silent (with a warning to the Avengers of course). You two spent the day watching disney movies and taking care of yourselves.

You took her shopping and she ended up liking a lot of luxury brands like Gucci, Chanel and many others. She bought you a Rolex which freaked you out because wow, expensive and you don't wanna break it.

She spoils you endlessly, buying you books when you have a hard day or even brand new fuzzy socks. You spoil her back of course (she's also a sucker for fuzzy socks).

You've created a monster, she is a bad and boujie girl and makes sure people know it.

Shuri: Insecure but I'm workin with it, many things I could get rid of. Ain't about to give it up.

Of course, you were confident in yourself and who you were. But when it came to being smart, that was when you faltered in your self confidence. Your girlfriend was the princess of Wakanda and designed nearly all the technology in the country.

You always pointed it out but Shuri always rolled her eyes, "your smart in your owns way, sweetheart."

"Oh what ways?" You asked, laughing, "I can't do this formula and building stuff."

"You know how to be safe."

"Oh, common sense." She threw a paper ball at you because of your response.

"No, you know war strategy, you know how to train someone who's never been trained in their life. You know weaponry and how to prevent war disasters." She came over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist. "We would be lost without you." She kissed your cheek and swayed with you for a minute.

You knew that wasn't true, because they had generals for all the stuff you do. But T'challa and Shuri have said that you're the favorite because you're compassionate yet stern with people. Talking with Shuri made you feel better as it usually did.

Eventually your insecurities faded, of course they were still there but not as prominent. You worked hard to learn some new things relating to building things. For example, knowing how to fix some stuff if Shuri was busy or out of the country.

But you would never give up your insecurities, because they made you who you were.

[fluffrry]

Let Me Make It Better//H.S Imagine//

Requested by @punekar-jenner, thanks for sending this in xx

Could you do a Harry Styles imagine where Harry has been missing a lot of dates and has been ignoring YN and she's really hurt?  But then Harry finally realises his fault and makes it up to her by taking her shopping and treating her to fancy dates everyday?  Thanks a lot!  😇

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It was a nice breezy day, the wind pushing the rain to beat against Harry’s window. These were the days Harry most liked to write songs. He’d spend the morning watching movies, usually romantic comedies, and then use the rest of the day to write songs and plan melodies in his music room. You were usually there to see this process, bringing him snacks and making sure he eats his lunch on time. Telling him what tunes you like and which ones you think don’t fit the lyrics. Always quiet so he could write, but a huge support system for him regardless.

But today you just weren’t there. In fact, Harry had forgotten to invite you at all.

You’d be calling him for the past few weeks to plan dates and even vent out your feelings, but it was always ‘Sorry, you know I’m busy on this next album, love’, or he just wouldn’t show up at all. That hurt the most because it took a lot to get ready for a date with someone you love so much. You hadn’t felt his warm cuddles in a long time, heard his voice quietly singing along to guitar melodies. You’d forgotten what his warmth and love felt like.

Due to your closed off nature, you never really told Harry right away when he upset you. He knew what he was doing right now was hurting you, but he figured you’d be okay with it. He wasn’t in the correct frame of mind. Instead of feeling full of emotion when he was writing, he felt stress and upset that he couldn’t get a word out.

Harry’s phone buzzed on the desk in front of him, covered with sheets of lyrics and pens out of ink. He looked up from the guitar to see it was you. He was hoping after the first two times he’d ignored it you’d understand he was busy today.

“Yes?” He said sharply into the phone.

A moment passed between words, and Harry could hear your shaky breathing, “Hi, H.”

“Hi. What is it you need?”

“I just needed by boyfriend, Harry. Is that not enough? I can’t just call to see how you’re doing?” You were already pissed and emotional when you dialed the phone, so your mouth was just saying everything you’d been feeling.

“Woah, woah, sweetie. What’s wrong? I never said you couldn’t call me.”

Harry could hear a sniff through his speaker, “Yeah but you’ve been ignoring me, haven’t you?”

“No, why-“

“…Do you have any idea how it feels to sit at a bar by yourself, expecting to see your boyfriend come sit any second, and have him not show up? Or how it makes me feel when you ignore my texts and calls like I’m some…I don’t know…annoyance to you?”

“Honey, of course I don’t-“

“…If you didn’t want to be with me I would have preferred to just be told that, because I promise you Harry that I will not be sitting at a picnic table watching the food that I made for you spoil again. I just won’t. I’ve been needing you and you haven’t been here.” Tears had started to fall down your face by now, making marks on your pajama covered legs. Your sniffs became more frequent and your voice unstable.

“Y/N you have to li-“

“You aren’t with someone else…are you? Is that what this is?” You wiped you hand across your wet cheek.

Harry simply hadn’t realized how much he’d been hurting you. He somehow thought that all of it was necessary to write music, and that you’d get it when he didn’t show up or ignored a call. Hearing you speak he knew he was very, very wrong. He wasn’t even aware you liked him that much.

“What?! Of course not, Y/N. Please listen to me, okay? I’ve been under a lot of pressure with this music thing and I’ve just been trying to finish in time. I haven’t left the house in days. I wasn’t thinking about you when I should have been, and I’m sorry. I promise it wasn’t because I don’t love you, and I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to you.

“So now you’re making promises?”

“Yes, I am. Please stop crying, love. It upsets me more than you know that I did this to you. I understand if you’re angry, but please let me make it better.”

“Umm.”

Harry waited a few seconds before adding a, “Please?”

“Okay. You’ve got one chance.”

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You’d never been to this mall before. It was gigantic to say the least, and far in distance from your small apartment. There were chandeliers looming over every walkway and decorated pillars beside every store. The smoothie carts reeked of expensive energy smoothies and kale.

Harry had come to your door with flowers and a blanket, apologizing once more and telling you he had somewhere to take you.

“A date?” You had asked, to which you got a cheeky smile in response. You later realized the blanket he was carrying was meant to be paired with a pillow in the car. Both brought to help with the long ride.

Harry held your hand to lead you down the wide hallways. It was nice to feel his large hands swallow yours, the coolness of his rings shocking you for a moment.

“You’ve been here before, Harry?” You inquired, large eyes settling on his face.

“Yes, I have actually. Do you see a store you want to visit?”

“I don’t have money for this, H. This was a nice idea, but you know I have rent in a few days.”

“I’ll be paying, petal. Get whatever you like.”

After that you’d found yourself traveling from store to store, trying on clothing and gazing at beautiful earrings. You must have spent an hour spraying fragrance on testers and smelling them for worthiness. Arguing with Harry over money had proved to be useless. He was very dedicated to making what he’d put you through better.

“Do you like it, babe?” You asked, smoothing out the sides of the dress.

“Yes,” Harry smiled, “You look stunning in red.”

“It’s kind of expensive, though. I’m not sure it’s worth it.”

“Please don’t worry about that right now. You’re always worth it.”

After your little trip to the mall, Harry had been taking you on dates faster than you could recover. He decided to remake the picnic date you had planned before. This included remaking the food and finding a perfectly shaded tree. He watched you blush as you read the little notes he’d put on the food. They were mostly corny jokes; Why couldn’t the sesame seed leave the gambling casino? Because he was on a roll!

Harry also invited you over for a proper sleepover. Movies, snacks, and a makeshift fort crafted to the best of your boyfriend’s ability. He cuddled you and giggled at your comments throughout the movies (“How does he run so fast when he’s wet? Wouldn’t he be slipping?”).

Another day he decided to take you out to dinner, assuring it was a day you’d worked late and felt like being cooked for. He got a lovely table that was hidden up some stairs and situated on a patio. It had tall, carved candles and napkins so soft you wanted to rub them on your cheek. The restaurant was fancy but had a very café type smell. It was a mixture of coffee and freshly made smores. It made you feel comfortable and at home. Harry suggested things on the menu through some prescription glasses. He looked so cute like this, calm, loving, and all around himself.

To top it off Harry asked you to accompany him to a writing session. You fell asleep about halfway through. The smooth guitar accompanied with his soft voice sent you right into a dream. Once he noticed you were resting, he placed a blanket over you and his writing couch. He touched your shoulder and put a soft kiss on your cheek.

Maybe next time he could take you to a pet store, he knew how much you wanted a cat. He felt so much love in his heart for you right then that couldn’t help but pour all of it into a song. If he was honest, you were the reason he did all of this anyway.

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Chat For a Day:  Chapter 2

I’m Gonna Kill Him

Adrien woke up thirty minutes before his alarm was set to go off.  He tried to go back to sleep, but the knowledge of what his day had in store made him vibrate with excitement.  He felt extremely awake.

Much to Plagg’s chagrin, Adrien sat up mulling over his plan.  Everything was ready.  Last night, Adrien spent hours looking up new puns and jokes.  Before going to bed, he had messed with his hair in the bathroom mirror to find the perfect balance between his usual style and Chat Noir’s.  Even his clothes were laid out on the couch.  He found it amazing (and a little sad) how effortless his personality shone through when he was transformed and how difficult it was to execute in his civilian form.  Nonetheless, he was ready.

“Kid,” Plagg grumbled, “go back to sleep.  It’s too early for all this nonsense.”

“I’m already up, Plagg,” Adrien responded, “Besides, you’re just going to sleep in my bag all day.”

“It’s not the same as the bed and you know it!” the Kwami shouted as Adrien shut the door to the bathroom.

As Adrien got ready for the day, he could feel a slowly building nervousness settling in his gut.  After showering, he pulled on a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black overshirt.  He carefully styled his hair and sprayed it into place with plenty of product.  Once he was satisfied with his look, he slipped on a pair of bright green converses and sauntered out of the bathroom.

“So, how do I look?” Adrien asked hesitantly.

“You look like you should have already gotten me some cheese,” Plagg said crossing his arms.

Adrien glared at his Kwami.  “Plagg!”

The tiny being scoffed.  “Ugh, fine.  You look like you, Adrien.  I don’t know why you’re trying so hard.”

“I just want to get this right.”

“Isn’t the whole point of today for you to have fun?”

“I want to look the part.  I want to be authentic.”

Plagg threw his hands into the air.  “You are Chat Noir!”

“Yeah, but everyone else doesn’t know that,” Adrien responded with a snarky tone.

“Whatever, kid.  Just let loose and be yourself.”

“I’m trying!”

Plagg flew away and landed on Adrien’s desk.  “Today is definitely going to be an interesting day,” he grumbled.

Adrien walked over to his Kwami.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll see,” Plagg teased.

“Well, that’s annoyingly vague.” Adrien rolled his eyes.

“I am thousands of years old.  I don’t need to be clear.”

“It doesn’t matter.  We need to go.  Could you get in my bag?”

“Is there cheese in there?”

“Yes.”

Plagg zoomed into the bag without responding.  Adrien gathered his belongings and walked out the door.  He was ready for this.

***

Marinette was NOT ready for this.  She spent most of the previous night panicking amidst Tikki’s pleas for her to go to bed.  Sleep evaded her almost the entire night.  While laying under her comforter, she played out hundreds of scenarios in her mind.  After sleeping for about four hours, Marinette woke up frazzled, nervous, and bleary-eyed.

“Tikki,” she groaned, “I think I’m dying.”

“Oh, Marinette,” her Kwami sighed, “You’re not dying.  Just come home and take a nap during your lunch break.”

Marinette yawned.  “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

Tikki flew over to her chosen and patted her comfortingly on the cheek.  Marinette’s eyes suddenly grew wide.

“Except I can’t come back here!” she exclaimed, “I have to talk to ADRIEN.  Why did I let Chat talk me into this?”

“You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do,” Tikki stated.

“No, that’s not it.  I WANT to do this.  Do you know how badly I just want to be normal around Adrien?  It’s going to take a miracle though.”

Tikki turned her head and mumbled, “Yeah, be careful what you wish for.”

Marinette gave her Kwami a confused look.  “What?”

“Nothing, Marinette,” Tikki brushed it off, “Let’s just try to have a good day.”

The teen squinted. “O...kay.”

Marinette walked over to her mirror and attempted to smooth out her bedhead.  She applied some eyeliner and a pop of lipgloss.

She then opened her closet and scanned her choices.  As an aspiring designer, Marinette knew how the right clothes could give you a much-needed confidence boost.  She decided to channel her inner Ladybug and put on a red, knee-length dress.  She paired it with black leggings and black flats.  She looked in the mirror and took a deep breath.

“You can do this,” she thought to herself, “You are Ladybug.  You just need to be YOURSELF.”

“You look great, Marinette,” Tikki broke through the silence, “but you should really get going because if you wait any longer…”

“You’re going to be late!  It’s time to go to school!” a distant third voice cut off the Kwami.

Marinette looked at the time on her phone and gasped.

“Oh, no!  Not again!” she exclaimed.

Tikki zoomed into her purse.  She then picked up her belongings and bounded down the stairs.  Finally, she grabbed a pastry without stopping and ran through the door.

***

Adrien opened the car door and stepped out.  He took a deep breath, stood up straight, and walked up the stairs leading into the school’s courtyard.  He saw Alya and Nino engrossed in conversation.  They didn’t notice him...yet.

“Here goes nothing,” he thought.

Adrien quietly padded up behind them and said, “Good morning, fantastic friends!  I hope you two are feline good today.”

Alya squealed and Nino jumped almost a foot into the air.

“What the freak, dude!” Nino glared at his best friend, “Where did you come from!  And, bro, we talked about the puns!”

After taking a moment to compose herself, Alya cocked her head to the side and asked, “Are you method acting right now?”

“Am I what?” It was Adrien’s turn to be confused.

She squinted at him.  “Is there another Ladybug and Chat Noir movie coming out or something?”

“No,” he replied.

“Then what’s with the getup and the puns?  Are you trying to channel your inner Chat Noir today, Agreste?”

“No, I’m just trying to be myself.”

“What are you talking about?  You’re never like this.”  Alya gestured to all of Adrien.

“Actually, babe,” Nino said clearing his throat, “He does this sometimes.  I’ve heard him attempt probably some of the worst puns on the planet.  Seriously, sometimes I question whether he’s Chat Noir’s long lost twin brother or something.”

Adrien chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.  He offered Alya a toothy smile.

“Uh huh,” Alya scrutinized, “That still doesn’t explain the outfit, sunshine.  Do you have a photo shoot today?”

“No,” Adrien grinned, “I wanted to try something mew.  I for one think it looks paw-sitively purrrr-fect.”

“Dude.” Nino’s hands rested on his temples as he shook his head.

“You know what,” Alya put her hand on Adrien’s shoulder, “Whatever makes you happy.  I think this is one of the first times I’ve seen you with a genuine smile.”

“Really?” Adrien asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, bro,” Nino chimed in, “The puns may make me groan, but it is nice to see you looking happy.”

Adrien beamed and put his arms around Nino and Alya’s shoulders.

“Thanks, you guys,” he said with joyful tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, Adrien felt himself being ripped away from the tender moment with his friends and into the tight grasp of something unwanted.  He looked up and saw Chole dragging him across the courtyard.

“Adrikins!” she shouted in his ear causing him to wince, “What an interesting look today!  Ugh...I just had to get you away from those losers.”

Adrien planted his feet firmly on the ground causing the snobby blonde to stop in her tracks.  He then proceeded to remove her hands from his arm and take a step away from her.

Once he deemed there was a healthy distance between them, he stated, “Actually, Chloe.  Alya and Nino are my friends, and I would appreciate it if you stopped saying hurtful things to them.”

Chloe looked stunned.  She tried to speak, but the only sound she made was an offended huff.

“Also,” Adrien continued, “I really don’t want you hanging on me like that anymore.  It kind of makes me uncomfortable.”

“Adrikins,” Chloe choked out while shaking her head, “I don’t understand.”

“Okay,” Adrien rolled his eyes, “Allow me to clarify.  Please respect my personal space and my friends.  Being polite and considerate never goes out of style.”

Before letting her respond, he bowed, turned on his heel, and walked away.  Upon returning to Alya and Nino, he was met with disbelieving stares and gaping mouths.

“What?” Adrien questioned.

“Dude,” Nino responded, “that was...wow.”

“Wow is right, sunshine!” Alya noted, “I didn’t know you had it in you!”

Not wanting to dwell on the past few minutes, Adrien quickly changed the subject.  “Come on.  Let’s get to class.”

Nino and Alya looked at each other and shrugged.  The trio then walked up the stairs and into their first classroom for the day.

***

Marinette ran into the classroom with five minutes to spare.  She rushed to her seat without greeting anyone, flopped facedown onto the desk, and groaned loudly.  She was exhausted.

“Girl, what happened?” Alya asked with concern lacing her voice.

Without lifting her head, Marinette mumbled into the desk, “I barely slept last night.”

“Is something bothering you, Princess?” she heard a voice say through her fatigued haze.

It took a moment for her brain to process what was happening.  

“There is only one person in Paris who’s called me ‘Princess’ before,” she thought.

Marinette looked up and squinted.  Her eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the bright lights of the classroom.  The sight before her was still a little blurry.  She could just make out a mop of blond hair and a glint of green.

“No…” she whispered, “it’s too early for this.”

The blond mop turned it’s head to the side.  “Too early for what?”

She rubbed her eyes and focused on the person in front of her.  Her eyes turned into saucers when she realized who she was talking to.

“ADRIEN!” she panicked, “Morning is good...I mean...it’s morning...I MEAN YOU’RE MORNING….I MEAN...ugh nevermind.”

Marinette slammed her head back on the table and groaned.

Adrien chuckled, “Cat got your tongue, Princess?”

She slowly raised her head again and looked at the boy in front of her.

Without a hint of nervousness in her voice, she stated, “That’s what I thought you called me.”

“Well, at the risk of sounding too fur-ward, it only seems proper to address someone as paw-sitively purr-ty as you with a fitting title,” Adrien remarked with a smirk.

“Holy…” Alya murmured.

“Dude,” Nino bumped Adrien’s shoulder.

Marinette squinted...hard.  She knew her mouth was agape, but she didn’t bother to close it.  She was too busy trying to solve the jumbled Rubix Cube in her brain.  Surely she was hallucinating.  It was just a trick her sleepless brain was playing on her...right?  

Then, it hit her like a wrecking ball on drywall.

“Oh my God,” she said breathlessly.

“Marinette,” Adrien gasped with worry starting to pool in his eyes, “are you okay?  You look a little pale.”

She took a deep breath and looked at Alya...who was recording with her phone.  Her best friend had documented the entire thing.  Marinette decided that she couldn’t deal with this right now.  She needed a moment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she said to her friends with the steadiest voice she could muster, “I’m not feeling very good.  I’ll be right back.”

As Marinette stood to leave, Adrien got up, as well.  

“Please, let me help you,” he offered.

Marinette held up her hand to stop him.  “No, no.  You stay here.  Please, you need to stay here.  I just need a second.  I’ll be right back.”

“Are you sure?” he asked gently.

She nodded her head quickly.  “Yes, I’ll be back.”  

She turned on her heel and walked briskly out the door.  She passed Miss Bustier as she walked through the threshold.

“Marinette!” her teacher exclaimed worriedly, “Class is about to start.  Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, Miss Bustier,” Marinette responded, “I’m not feeling too well at the moment.  I was just going to go to the restroom for a minute.  I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, but let me know if you need to go to the nurse.”

“I will!  Thank you!”

Marinette sprinted to the bathroom.  She slammed the door behind her and scooted into a stall.

“Tikki,” she whispered loudly once the door was locked, “I know something I don’t think I’m supposed to know.”

“Oh, Marinette,” her Kwami said with remorseful eyes.

“Did you know?” she asked hurriedly, “Did you know that Adrien is Chat Noir?”

Tikki hung her head low.  “Yes, I did.  I’m sorry, Marinette.”

“So it’s true.”

“Yes, Adrien is Chat Noir.”

“Adrien is Chat Noir,” Marinette repeated.

Tikki flew up to her chosen’s face.  “Yes, I believe we’ve already established that.”

“No, Tikki,” Marinette stared blankly at the stall door, “Adrien isn’t just Chat Noir.  No, no, no.  This means that Chat Noir is Adrien.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“No, it’s not.  Because now this means that Adrien is one of my best friends and my trusted partner.  And this also means that...oh God...I’m in love with Chat Noir.”

“That is technically true.”

“That stupid cat is never going to let me live this down.  He knows I have a crush on him.  I told him last night!  One day when we have a house and three kids he’s going to look at me and say, ‘See, didn’t I tell you that one day you would wake up and realize that it’s me you’ve been in love with all along.  Look how great everything turned out’.”

“I’m sure he’ll treat you nicely once he knows.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong.  I know he’ll treat me like royalty.  I mean, did you see that set up he had on that roof?  There were candles and rose petals...BUT that doesn’t mean he’s not going to tease me for the rest of my life.  And...OHMYGOD, TIKKI.  DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?”

“Marinette, you’re spiraling.”

She ignored her Kwami and continued.  “This means that freaking ally cat ACTUALLY voiced his own alter-ego in a movie.  Was he even trying to keep this a secret?”

Tikki put her paw on her chosen’s cheek.  “Marinette, calm down.  It’s okay.”

“I’m gonna kill him, Tikki.”

“No, Marinette!”

Marinette turned her head to the side and pursed her lips.  “You’re right.  I can’t do that.”

The red Kwami tapped Marinette on the nose in an attempt to get her attention.  The red-faced teen finally looked up.

“Are you going to tell him the truth?” Tikki asked firmly.

Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Yeah, of course, I’m going to tell him.”

“You won’t have trouble talking to him about it?”

“It’s Chat Noir.  Why would I have trouble talking to him?”

“Because it’s Adrien.”

“Who just so happens to be Chat Noir.  

Her Kwami offered her a sympathetic look.

Marinette huffed.  “Look, I’m compartmentalizing right now.  You should be proud.  I’ll freak out about it being Adrien later.”

Tikki smiled.  “So, you’re going to tell him?”

“Oh, yeah.  I’ll tell him today,” Marinette shot Tikki a mischevious grin, “but I’m gonna mess with him first.”

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Flightless Chapter 5

Note: Hey look at that, new characters and minimal angst! Taglist is below the cut!

Warnings: Mentions of drowning and minor description of gore, a bit of dehumanization, swearing

Word Count: 1,703

Pairings: Joan and Talyn? I don’t know their ship name- (Honestly, if everything goes to plan, there won’t be any ships other than this one till towards the end)

Summary: Falling to your death was one thing, but getting discovered by humans was a death wish. Unless one of them has a soft spot for bird-kids who hiss.

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Panic flared through his body as the wind rushed past him. Every piece of media describes falling as painfully slow, saying that everything seems to go in slow motion, but if you asked Virgil, he’d tell you it was too fast. Like a race against time as the world flew by him two opposing forces going against each other, only making the fall seem faster.

He managed to turn his body over so that he was now facing his impending doom. His wings flared out, flapping in a panic, trying to catch even the slightest bit of air. Maybe he couldn’t fly but if he could just gain control of his mind and limbs for a second, maybe he could use his wings as a parachute. Perhaps they could catch enough air to stop him from splattering against the ground and becoming akin to that of a fly on the wall.

A sharp tug in his left wing left him gasping as it caught air and jerked him around, changing the direction of his fall. It wasn’t enough however as his right wing continued to be completely useless as it had been for years now.

Suddenly he couldn’t breathe as a large splash echoed through the ravine. His wings became weights as he struggled to move. It was only after he took a large breath that he realized what had happened.

Rather than splattering against the ground in a mess of blood, guts, and feathers, he crashed into the water which acted as a cushion, breaking his fall, but also made it so that rather than dying quickly after the fall, he would drown, slowly losing his breath and being consumed by darkness.

His vision was darkening he knew he was running out of time as his limbs failed to react as he wished them to. Instead, he remembered about the many things he had been taught about birds as a species. More specifically birds that were flightless by nature.

His last thought as he drifted into unconsciousness was to wonder why he hadn’t been more like a penguin.

“I’m telling you, there’s not going to be any bats around here.” The rational one of the duo spoke, sighing as their partner shushed them before continuing on their adventure. “Talyn, we’ve been at this for six hours now!”

A groan left their lips as they turned to face their partner. “Joan. Cute little puppy bat fly fly baby dogs. Need I say more?” With that, they turned around and continued to make their way through the deep ravine, searching for caves that might hold the cute creatures of the night.

Joan huffed before following their determined partner. The two continued to walk next to the river, the water seeming to get deeper the farther they got.

Suddenly, Joan stopped, tugging on Talyn’s arm to get their attention and to stop them from moving forward. “Do you see that?” Talyn’s head jerked up from the map as they looked to Joan before turning to look at what they were pointing to.

A gasp left their lips as they surged forward toward the lump of mud and what looked to be feathers. “Aw, the poor thing, I think it’s a bird?” They rushed to crouch beside it and noticed the mass still breathing as parts of it rose and fell in a pattern. There was also the faint sound of stutter wheezing.

Joan crept forward cautiously, not yet trusting the huge mass of mud and feathers. “Tal, that’s way too big to be a bird.” They soon moved to crouch next to them and noticed the wheezing breaths. “Whatever it is, it looks like it got caught up in the river and washed up here. Based on it’s breathing, I wouldn’t doubt if it was injured or nearly drowned. Maybe both.”

A whine left Talyn’s lips as they started swiping mud from the figure, hoping that it would help it and maybe help them discover what exactly ‘it’ was. Joan was slightly more hesitant to touch the figure but soon moved to help them remove the mud and whatever else coated the mass.

It wasn’t long before a gasp left Talyn’s lips as they sped up their movements, rushing to remove the mud. Joan looked over to see what caused their change in nature and felt their breath stop at the sight they saw.

A face. A human face that was covered with mud and held cuts and bruises on it. On top was a pile of hair, dark brown by the looks of it but was possibly being hidden by the mud.

It wasn’t long before the duo removed most of the dirt and sat back to gaze at what exactly the figure was.

“It’s a human, but… there’s obviously wings?” Joan was struggling to gain control of his thoughts which raced with panic and absurd thoughts. “Maybe their laying on top of a bird?” They turned their gaze to their green-haired partner with a hopeful smile which soon fell upon seeing their face.

“I don’t think so. Do you see the size of the wings? The wingspan is larger than that of an average Albatross, but the wing style is not akin to that of an Albatross.” Talyn reached a hand to brush through the feathers only to pull back as a groan left the being’s lips. “We should take it home.” Joan felt a laugh slip past his lips at the thought.

“Tal, we have no idea who or even what this thing is!” Their voice was indignant as they spoke, their frame tense at the thought of taking in an unknown creature that may be dangerous.

“This thing was covered and mud and most likely nearly drowned! It could be hurt, Joan!” The two stared at each other in silence, waiting for the other to give in. In the end, Talyn won out as Joan groaned and conceded to helping carry the creature to their car.

Huffing a sigh they looked at their partner and scowled. “Bats, huh?” Talyn grinned at them in response before getting into the car, Joan doing the same before starting the car and beginning the drive home with a strange bird-kid in their backseat. They were just grateful that whatever it was, it was asleep. Or passed out, either way, it wasn’t awake and causing them trouble.

Too bad karma’s a bitch.

Just as the trio arrived at the house, shuffling from the backseat was heard causing the two humans to freeze before glancing at the rearview mirror to see that the creature was moving around, most likely on the verge of waking up.

“We better hurry.” With that, the human duo got out of the car and rushed to bring the feathered human inside, struggling as it moved and squirmed in their grasps.

Once inside, Joan dragged it to the couch before fighting the heavy weighted creature to put its body on the couch, meanwhile, Talyn locked the door before moving to help them.

Unfortunately, the thing woke up before they could finish adjusting its body. A terrified scream echoed through the house as feathers flew about, its wings flailing every which way, crashing into lamps and knocking pictures off the walls. Talyn and Joan stood to the side, wide-eyed as the creature crashed into walls and tripped over its own feet before eventually gluing its back to the wall farthest from the humans. It glared at them but the fear in its eyes was easy to see.

“Hey, it’s okay! We’re not gonna hurt you!” Talyn took a step towards the panicked creature, their voice soft and calm as they tried to reassure it. A hiss left its lips as it snarled at the green-haired human.

They froze, staring at the flighty creature in awe. “That was cute as fuck.” Joan stared at their partner in stunned silence while the creature’s face flushed before it hissed at them once again.

“Talyn, maybe you shouldn’t approach the weird bird-human that hisses at you?” Joa glanced between the two in concern. What if it was dangerous?

Talyn took another few steps toward the creature, their hands up in surrender as they approached it, cooing reassuring words so as not to frighten the strange being. Unfortunately, the creature seemed paranoid as it swiped at the approaching human. Talyn barely dodged the hand with a yelp, tripping over their own feet and falling back on their butt with a slight pout.

Joan surged forward to stand between the bird-kid and their partner, one hand held out in front of them as a warning for the creature to stay back. What Joan did not count on was that the bird-like being would act more like a feral cat as it hissed once more before biting the human's fingers, pulling away quickly before making a dash for another room. Unfortunately, it was a windowless room that held nothing but a desk and several other items that Virgil had never seen before.

Footsteps sounded from behind him causing him to startle as his wings began flailing once again. Once again it hurried to escape into another room, only to fall forward as he collided with something. His eyes snapped open to meet with that of another’s. Or someone.

A hiss left his mouth as his lips turned up into a snarl, only to let out a yelp as a cold splash hit his face. A growl sounded in his throat as he looked up and was met face to face with a frankly terrifying individual with a spray bottle in hand, pointed at him.

Another splash hit him causing him to roll off the human and glare at the one wielding a spray bottle. Once again, he let a hiss rip from his mouth and just like before he was sprayed with cold water.

Deciding enough was enough, Virgil made his way past the green-haired human and up the stairs, dashing into a random room and locking the door before glancing around. A groan left his lips as he crept into the bathtub where his wings curled around him as he glared at the door.

Stupid humans and their windowless rooms.

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All the BROTP questions for G and Beth,

Life Or Death || Accepting

1. Who slowly eases into the pool while complaining about the temperature of the water and who takes a full-force no regrets flying cannonball into the water

It’s been a rough day. What began as numbness turns into pins and needles and it threatens to overwhelm him because Garrett’s been pushing things, like he always does. The marine seems intent on wringing every last ounce of life while he still can. She admires him for that and aches because she can’t fix him, not the way she wants to. So as he eases himself into the water a thousand times colder than what she promised ~though it will still do wonders for his back~ she adds a little extra to it. And short, compact as she is, she takes a running jump, coiling her limbs together until she’s almost perfectly round. Splashing him with as much water and wave as she can create. And if there’s a little extra magick to the situation, well…no one can call her on it.

What she doesn’t expect is that Garrett doesn’t intend to let her have all the fun and she never saw his hand snake out toward her ankle as she was aiming for the surface.

2. Who can easily comfort the other when they’re sick and who sprays everything down with Lysol and wears an antimicrobial mask and pats the former with a broom to comfort them when they get sick?

The night Garrett was shot saving Santos still haunts her dreams. She can still feel his blood on her hands, she can still smell the combination of soap, sweat and cordite on his skin. She’s never felt so helpless in her entire life, unable to do anything more than try to stop the wounds with what to her is almost…primitive tools. Stitches and wound packing, forceps and eventually her own fingers because she couldn’t get a grip. And once he was home, the fear that infection would set in…it all just turned her stomach.

So she slips out of bed quietly, knowing Z isn’t sleeping but he doesn’t stop her either. It’s not often that she still tosses and turns when he’s there to hold back all the darkness. And though he wasn’t letting her come to New York by herself any more, he’s still careful about letting her go about what she wants.

And what she wants at this moment is to step out onto the fire escape. It’s two in the morning and she hesitates to call. Texts instead. “Hey, Pretty. U awake?”He almost immediately texts back. “You should be sleeping. Baby needs you to rest.”Back and forth they go. He tells her he’s fine. She points out if it was the truth, he’d be asleep and not texting her. He counters with a joke that he’ll sleep when he’s dead. She doesn’t answer for a long time. He’s the one that calls.“If it will make you feel better, we can have lunch or something later, during real people hours and you can check for yourself that I’m fine, Beth.” He doesn’t even bother with hello.“Okay.”“Now, are you going to go back to bed or am I going to have to risk life and limb coming over and putting you there? From the hall somehow. I know you brought your husband this time. Not how I really want to meet him but I will, if I have to.”

“Night, Pretty.”“Night, B.”

3. Who’s the amazing cook and who almost burns the house down trying to microwave a pop tart.

“Chinese?”“Italian.”“Ooh, we could do French?”“Have you eaten in France?”“No?”“Cuban?”

They’ve been at this for hours. Finally Santos, held hostage by their conversation, rolls his eyes and rummages around Garrett’s fridge. Ends up making black beans and rice and some kind of breakfast taco and resolves to talk to Garrett about who stocks his fridge. 

4. Who immediately goes for the can of Raid when they see a bug and who picks it up like “no wait don’t kill it I wanna keep it”

“It’s a spider, Beth. There’s a million of them and I don’t want it li-”“So help me, Pretty, you spray it an’ I’ma take dat can an’ spray you!”“You can try, but first you’d have to be able to reach it.” He holds the can above his head.“Don’ think I won’t kick you in the shin an’ bring you down.”

“We aren’t children Be-OW! WE DON’T BITE PEOPLE!”“Mebbe you don’t…”

5. Who likes to lean over railings to get a better view and who freaks out and tries to pull the former back away from the rail screaming about how they might fall?

His hot tub is on the balcony and there’s so many floors between the ground and the rail. He leans against it like he doesn’t have a care in the world and sometimes stares up at the sky. He misses flying as much as her brother does, in different ways. He lives for the piloting, Andy for the jumps. And Beth can’t understand them. The sky is a terrible thing. Wide open and without boundaries. Nothing to hold on to. And maybe some people were born with the memory of wings; she’s not one of them. Just the idea of it makes her queasy.

So she stands in the doorway, fingers gripped so tight they almost leave impressions in the metal.

“Dinner’s getting cold.”

6. Who acts like they’re brave and fearless but actually gets terrified 15 minutes into a horror movie and who is usually the huge scaredy cat but isn’t fazed at all by most horror movies

Garrett laughs at the plot and shakes his head. Beth creeps subconciously toward the screen as soon as the blood flows, and murmurs about how that would never work. He’s survived worse, and her life is nothing short of something that would be directed and written by Guillermo Del Toro. But they both have their breaking points. He isn’t a fan of the Langoliers, especially when the pilot loses control of the plane’s instrument panel, and she won’t even be in the apartment while the Exorcist is on.They don’t talk about their limits, and instead turn on some more lights and find something else to do.

7. Who constantly criticizes the latter’s wardrobe and who dresses even more outrageously to further annoy the former

“Don’t you think that your husband would want you to wear something with…a little more fabric?”“Who do you think bought it for me?”

Garrett’s hand trails up the bare skin of her back and looks into the mirror. They do look stunning next to each other. His eyes never stray to the more revealing parts of the dress.

“I suppose we should get going then. You know how they frown if you’re late to the silent auction.”“Well, I do have one more thing to try on…”

He’s seen string bikinis that were more modest than the peach coloured gown. “Yeah, no. I think the dark blue suits you.”“You’re no fun.”“On the contrary, I like breathing and if Zarek doesn’t raise an eyebrow, Andy certainly will.”

8. Who likes total darkness when they sleep and who needs a night light

Garrett knew she didn’t sleep much. He knew that she didn’t like the dark. It wasn’t until they’d gone to California; him for business, her to visit her friend, that he realised just how bad it was. Laying in the dark, letting it wash over him, he was almost asleep when he heard it. A shuddering gasp of sound that reminded him of oxygen deprivation, followed by the hard breath panted though an open mouth. Little sharp vocalisations that were like half-quiet yips from a small dog. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, grabbing a tee-shirt to pull on, and he padded toward the living room of the suit, where she’d made camp on the couch. The heel of his palm pressed into his eyes as he rubbed sleep from them. A fumbling for the lights.She was curled up on her side but something was wrong. Her entire body was rigid. The breaths shallow and too fast, her eyes glossy and fixed to some point in space, unseeing. She didn’t so much as blink. And God, that’s unnerving.“Hey, hey. Shhh.” He edged a hip onto the couch and gently rested a hand on her shoulder, to little avail. The minutes dragged on into what seemed like eternity. He rubs small circles on her back, murmurs small nothings to try and gentle the paralysis as best he can. But it’s terrifying to witness, he can only imagine what it is to experience it. Eventually she comes to herself and he gets up to grab her water. He wonders if it will be like that when and if his own back gives but doesn’t ask her, can’t. Not with how worn and terrified she looks afterwards.When he manages to go back to bed at her insistence, he leaves the light on.

9. Who loves kids and who scowls at the mere sight of them

It’s not exactly a scowl as it is contemplation on the deepest levels. He first really noticed it when she was treating Santos. The the way she smiled at random babies on the street. Or how she held them in the N-ICU. Her jog around Central Park often took her by story-land and the playgrounds. But she didn’t have any of her own. And she changed the subject abruptly when he’d asked about that.The story came later, during a quiet group session. He and Riley tended to linger after the other veterans returned to the bits of their lives they were holding together. Usually a drink was shared, maybe two, and they’d talk more personally, as friends are wont to do.

“Your sister’s really good with kids.”“She is.”“I’m surprised she doesn’t have any of her own. The nursing job must consume a lot of her-”“It’s not the job,” Riley says softly. Darkly. “Doctors have known since she was real small that there was only a one in a million chance, and she’s just this side of sterile. Really wrecked her, you know?”

It made sense. Not that Garrett himself had children, nor did he plan on it, not now or any time soon.

And the next time Beth saw him, it was her turn to watch. The way he was with Santos, some day, he was going to make an excellent dad.

10. Who plays games competitively and sucks at them and who plays games casually and is actually really heckin good

As quiet as she is, as timid as she acts ~afraid to upset the natural order of the universe~ Beth is weirdly competitive, even if she doesn’t know or understand all the rules as you tell them to her. She gets this little gleam in her eye and dives right into whatever the game is. The opposite of Garret, who himself is calm and calculating. She kills at Trivia and the obscure bits of knowledge she possesses is borderline supernatural. She’s great at cards, though he suspects she counts them. He just can’t prove it. Pool is another thing, with her eye for angles and the geometry on the table.

Strategy though… that she has problems with. She thinks too quickly, lets it all show on her face. He’s captured half the board in the time it takes for her to build one army.

So it comes as a surprise when she kneels across his lap, her knees digging into his hips and she fists a hand in the back of his hair pulling his chin up and back, snarling an alien expression. “You’ve threatened my alliance with Greece for the last time, G.”

”I think you’re the one threatening, Piccola.”Garrett has never been so glad to see the shape of her husband in the shadows of their bedroom loft.11. Who can handle spicy foods perfectly and who chugs an entire gallon of milk after accidentally eating one jalapeño

They’ve tried each other’s favourite cuisine and found a liking similar to one another’s. Even ghost-chile is eaten without qualms. But when her brother brings out the little bottle, Beth shakes her head and throws in the towel.“Sure, I’ll take some.”“Don’t do it, G.”“Why? How bad could it be?”She practically scrambles over her chair to get away from it. “It’s a recipe he picked up in Kabul.”It was Kandahar but he doesn’t correct her. According to his records, he was never there. “Don’t be a punk. It’s perfectly fine.”

[ninjacat1515]

Beast of the Backroads

( @cheshire0824 owns Bennie and Micheal )

After they had slipped past the jaws of death, Bennie and Micheal had been taken under Sheriff Ed Tom’s wing; learning every technique and trick in the book for dealing with vampires. Mastering silver weapons all the way to the unusual and funny ways of taming, were in the lesson books. 

The kids felt stronger now than ever before. No one, vampire or human, would intimidate them now. Tom had taken a week off to show them around the little towns and ranches he knew of. The day was clear and hot, but Bennie and Micheal couldn’t be happier. Their grandmother was doing well and had cleared given away or tossed Carson’s belongings; moving on from the wicked and dreadful man.

Bennie was watching tumble weeds when she spotted an all too familiar figure crouched down by a car, changing a tire. A tall, powerful man with deep, almost reddish brown hair cut in an unusual way. Black pants, boots, and a burgundy top. Bennie tapped the sheriff’s shoulder.

“That’s him! That’s Anton!”

Tom nodded grimly but didn’t slow.

“What are you doing? We can take him!”

Micheal strained his neck, eyes wide with determination. 

“Kid, that’s an awful idea and if you keep thinking that way, you’re going to get yourself killed. Stay away from him. He’s not some fledgling, he’s incredibly experienced.”

“But-”

“No. And I’m changing the subject. Besides, my hunting days are over, I told you already.”

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Micheal was taking out the garbage that evening when he saw someone standing under a flickering streetlight. Anton. Black eyes glared as jagged fangs were shown.

“Hello, friendo....”

But the boy narrowed his own eyes, reached into his pocket, and threw something at Anton’s feet. Micheal was shaking with nerves, but he had flung the sphere anyways, laughing a bit from the fear. The glass shattered, and the smoke rose, acting like it had a mind of its own and enveloping the vampire; targeting nothing else.

Anton sneezed a mighty sneeze and shook his head, hissing as he felt the effects creep into him. But it wasn’t enough. The vampire quickly approached him, snorting and coughing.

“Big mistake little blood bag...”

A moment later, Bennie appeared with a canister, right in front of Anton. With a snarl of of her own, she sprayed the contents. Silver mist burned the vampire’s eyes, nose and mouth. Roaring, Anton clawed at his face, staggering around. Micheal and Bennie threw several more spheres, and the potion found its way inside. Chigurh fell to his knees, the pain being ignored as he stopped screeching. He sat there blankly, seared flesh still smoking slightly.

“Micheal, get Tom and some chains!” Bennie barked.

Her brother obeyed, and soon a stunned Sheriff was running up to the them, chains in hand.

“I’ll be damned....I gotta say, I have no words for this...”

Tom, Micheal, and Bennie locked a chain around Anton’s torso and waist. Chigurh sat there, totally confused and calm, not speaking a word.

“Don’t know if this is a dream or not, so let’s get him inside before I wake up.”

Bennie and Micheal beamed with triumph and pride as they tugged the vampire to his feet and guided him into their house. Anton did not resist or protest. They took him indoors, electing to put him in the basement for now. Tom was wary, but they had a huge supply of the smoke and various other items that could easily knock him out.

The kids stared at the beast as he settled on the couch, Tom attaching the chain to one of the pillars. Anton licked his hand and brought it to his ruined eye, grunting. He repeated this step, and the three humans studied him as the burn marks began to heal. It was like watching a giant cat, and the kids couldn’t help but snicker.

“You were right, Mr. Tom! Big cats indeed!” Bennie grinned as Anton laid down on his side, still attending to his eye.

“What should we do with him?” Micheal inquired.

“I don’t know yet....I’m still in shock you two got him out of the blue like that. But I couldn’t be more proud. You demonstrated a lot of bravery today. I know it don’t seem like much, but believe me it’s a lot.”

The giant was falling asleep, eye partially restored and potion lulling him. Soon he was snoring, face down on the couch; one arm dangling limply over the side.

“I’ll keep watch on this old tick, you two run along to bed.”

“We’ll wash up, but can we stay down here with you?”

Tom rolled his eyes.

“Alright....”

Bennie and Micheal cheered and were soon in their pjs, cocoa in hand. They played board games and watched out movies on the ancient TV. Anton stretched out and yawned but didn’t wake up. The kids set their empty cups on his back, giggling when they heard a low purr. 

“Wonder where your brother is....maybe he can join you.”

[chosospersonalkitten]

Jung Daehyun Fluff/Smut

It amazed you on how unproductive you could be, your laptop sat on your bed, just waiting for you, your cat now wanted some sort of attention from you, there were a handful of kdramas that you wanted to watch. But instead you sat in front of the T.V. watching whatever show that caught your attention.

You knew you were being stubborn, you already finished college so it wasn't like you needed to be in bed by a certain time or get up early the next day. You worked from home, and you were on vacation. This was your time to do whatever you wanted... but you just felt drained.

Not even the sound of keys jingling and the front door opening really caught your attention.

You felt his arms wrapped around your shoulders, his soft lips press themselves against your cheek.

You close your eyes and take in his warmth, a small sigh escaping your lips.

“How was your day?” Daehyun asks you, even though he could see the answer.

You shrug.

He unwraps his arms and walks around the couch and plops himself next to you. Daehyun pulls you towards his body, your head lays itself on his chest. One hand interlocks with yours, while the other rests itself on your hip.

You hand him the T.V. remote.

“Thank you, my love.” He kisses the top of your head.

“How was your day?” You finally speak.

“It was pretty good, Yongguk surprised us by taking us out for lunch. As usual Youngjae tried to eat my food, I almost stabbed him with my chopsticks. He never learns.” You smile, faintly, picturing how that must gone down.

“Zelo wants you to come visit more, now that you’re done with school. Everyone misses you.”

You nod your head. “I’d like that, I feel a little... I don’t know trapped? Just being indoors all day, almost everyday now.”

Daehyun frowns.

“I’m sorry I can’t be around more often...”

You lean back and shake your head.

“I’m not complaining about you, my love. It’s just since I finished school, it’s weird not getting up early and going to class. I kind of feel like I don’t have a legitimate purpose anymore...”

Daehyun lifts up your head, just enough to make you look at him, he smiles, softly at you.

“I know that I don’t fully understand what you feel, I’m glad that you can tell me this and be honest with me. How about tomorrow we have a date? Get out of the house for a little and when we come back, I’ll surprise you with a home cooked meal?” You giggle.

“It’s not a surprise if I already know.” You lean in and kiss his forehead.

“Technically, it’s still a surprise because you don’t know what I’m cooking!” He laughs. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

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It felt amazing waking up with Daehyun, of course you were used to it, but today felt different.

After telling him how you felt, it was like a small weight being lifted.

His eyes open, you felt his stare on your face.

“Stop staring.” You yawn.

“I can’t help it. The love of my life is unbelievably beautiful.” He moves closer to you, his face buries itself into your neck.

You blush.

“Why are you being like this? We're already together!” You laugh, your hand runs through his hair, massaging his scalp.

“I love seeing you blush.” He admits.

You look down at him as he moves his head to look up at you.

He looks at your lips and leans up, his slightly chapped lips press themselves against yours.

His hand sneaks up your loose shirt, his thumb rubs small circles against your skin, making you giggle into the kiss.

“Come on, we have a full day today!” Daehyun suddenly perks up almost childishly, sitting up and bouncing a little before jumping off the bed.

You shake your head, smiling to yourself. Stretching one last time before getting out of bed to meet him in the kitchen.

Daehyun hangs up the phone and faces you.

“What’s up?” You ask.

“Get ready, we’re going out for breakfast. I just called to make sure that one place we liked was open this early.” He explains and you nod.

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You leaned back into your seat, allowing your body to start recovering from the amazing breakfast you had.

“I can’t get over the fact that these pancakes are so good that they don’t need any syrup!” Daehyun sighs, contently.

“We should come here during our free days more often.” You smile at him as you both get up to leave. Daehyun stops at the front to pay for your guys’ meal.

“Where to?” You ask, your hand weaves itself with his.

“We can go to the beach really quick. Since it’s early, I don’t think many people will be there and then we can come back home?” You nod your head, happily.

You liked the idea of going to the beach, since you didn’t get to see it often. Daehyun loved seeing your reaction. He felt his heart swell.

He loved everything about you, and the parts you didn't like about yourself, well he loved them extra for the both of you. You were imperfectly perfect to him.

You turned around and smiled at him.

“Are you coming?” You say as you get inside the car.

He nods and gets inside.

The beach was peaceful, the sounds of the waves crashing onto the shore filled your ears.

The spray of the salty water made you both squeal and scream.

Daehyun held your hand as you both walked, awkwardly, on the beach. You laughed to yourself. The movies made walking on the beach look so easy, but in reality it was hard and a little exhausting. Especially since the both of you were trying to attempt to keep sand from entering your shoes.

You look out at the sea, a seal popped its head out.

You grab onto Daehyun’s arm and point at it.

“Look!” The grin on your face was more captivating to him than the seal, he did look at it for a moment.

“I love you.” He whispers, still looking at you.

A part of him hoped you didn’t catch what he admitted to you.

Your smile falters only a little as you look up at him.

“What?” You wanted to hear it again, even though you had heard it clearly the first time.

Daehyun stands in front of you and wraps his arms around you. His forehead is against yours, his beautiful dark eyes peer into yours.

Your arms snake around his waist.

“I love you, y/n. I’m in love you.” he smiles.

Your heart swells, your cheeks begin to hurt from all the smiling.

“I love you, too, Dae.” You stand on your tip toes to peck his lips.

He sighs, happily, and rests his chin on top of your head. Hugging you tighter.

“Let’s go home.”

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Entering your small shared apartment now felt more intimate.

You looked over at Daehyun, he smiled and blushed. You cover your cheeks with your hands, feeling how warm they were.

“You're making me blush!” You laugh.

Your guys’ cat hopped up onto the table and begged for Daehyun’s attention.

You didn’t realize how long you guys had been gone, the sun was actually setting when you looked outside. Poor kitty, we left you home alone all day, you frowned to yourself.

You go into your bedroom, shedding the clothes off your body and replacing them with pjs. Your hands touched the matching lacy tank top and shorts set, you bit your lower lip and look quickly at the door.

“I’m going to rinse off really quick!” You shout, not even letting Daehyun respond as you dart into the bathroom.

True to your word, you rinsed and applied a generous amount of your favorite scented lotion onto your body. You carefully put on the lacy set and look at yourself in the mirror.

The black silk with purple lace made you feel nervous. You looked stunning, maybe a little too stunning? Did you over do it? You shake your head, shaking off the nerves.

You walk to the door, taking a deep breath in.

You could hear the T.V. softly playing in the background, your cat purring loudly.

Daehyun’s eyes were glued to the T.V. while he blindly pets the cat.

You awkwardly stand there, before clearly your throat to get his attention.

Daehyun looks at you, his jaw drops slightly.

“Hi.” You say, shyly.

He gulps as his eyes drink up your appearance, you blush and look down.

Daehyun stands up from the couch and slowly makes his way over to you.

“You look... wow...” His hands rest themselves on your waist.

You blush and hide your face in his chest.

“Bedroom.”

His lips attack yours, his grip on your waist tightens. Your hand weaves into his hair and pulls gently.

His tongue traces your lower lip before biting it.

Daehyun lays you on the bed and climbs on top of you, parting your legs to lay in between them, not once breaking the kiss.

“May I?” He whispers against your lips.

“Yes,” You breath.

His hand slides up your tank top, stopping at your bare breast.

“No bra?” He smirks.

Feeling bold, you take the same hand and guide it into your shorts. His eyebrows go up.

“No panties either.” You winked at him, making him let out a small laugh.

He moves your hair from your neck, his lips ghosting against that one sensitive spot. Daehyun wanted you to give him more access to your neck, he wanted you to beg for him.

Your hand grips onto his wrist, pushing it more into your shorts. Your legs open more for him.

His tongue peeks out, licking his lips, Daehyun kisses your neck, biting occasionally. He loved to mark your neck, but only in places no one would really be able to see unless you pulled your hair up. Dae wasn't big on marking you like crazy, only enough for him to tease you about the next day.

Two of his fingers lightly touch your clit, he rubs it gently before circling it.

You moan and grip onto his hair.

He stops, but leaves his fingers on your clit.

You whine at the sudden stop.

“Daehyun...” You whine.

He leaves kisses against your neck, trailing up to your jaw, cheek, pecking your lips.

He removes his hand from your shorts, bringing the strap from your tank top down to expose your breast to him before returning his hand to where you needed him the most.

His mouth covers your nipple, his tongue flicks over the bud.

Daehyun, blindly, takes off your shorts, leaving you half naked. He works on his buttoned up shirt, while you tried to work on his pants.

Daehyun wouldn't let you, as soon as you were able to push his pants down. his removed his mouth from your nipple, leaning back removing them himself before grabbing your hands and holding them above your head with one hand.

He kisses your lips, trailing down again, biting your neck and breast. While his other hand slides up your thigh squeezing it.

“D-daehyun, to-ouch me!” You breath.

“Where, my love? Here?” He moves his hand to your butt. You shake your head.

“Here?” His hand travels to your hip, again you shake your head.

“How about here?” His hand lands on your covered breast.

“N-no!” Your body is screaming at you, you felt slightly ashamed that Daehyun barely touched you and you were already reacting like this.

You desperately wanted to smack the smirk that was on his face, he knew damn well where you wanted him to touch you.

“Tell me, y/n.” He demanded.

You blush, Daehyun knew that you were still a little shy when it came to being intimate.

“Or do you want to show me?” He asks, you nod.

He lets go of your hands, letting you guide him. He didn’t break his eye contact with you, more than lust clouded them, it was love.

He circles your clit with his thumb, two fingers slid slowly into your core.

A moan of relief escapes your lips.

His fingers move a little faster, your hips move on their own, meeting his hand.

“S-stop.” You grab his hand, Daehyun freezes briefly, scared that he might’ve hurt you.

“I want to cum with you in me.” You blush. He presses his lips to yours, removing his fingers, he rubs his hard cock against your slick folds.

You gasp at the feeling, your hands grasps onto his biceps.

He slowly pushes himself into your core, a small moan leaves his mouth.

You look at him, his face had pure bliss written all over it. His eyes were shut, and his mouth was slightly open.

You reach up and bring his face to yours, kissing him passionately and messily.

You moved your hips, silently telling him you were ready.

He pulls out and thrusts back in, making you moan into your kiss.

“I love you, y/n. So so much.” He groans, his thrusts speed up a little.

You move your hips to meet his thrusts, your back arches off the bed.

“T-that feels so good, Dae.” You moan.

He reaches down between your bodies, rubbing your clit, your legs automatically want to close. The pleasure was beginning to be too much, the pressure in your stomach was building up quicker than usual.

His pace quickens, but the pace on your clit stays the same.

“Oohh...” You moan loudly.

“Let go, my love.” He says, before attaching his mouth to your nipple once more.

Your body felt overwhelmed, in a good way, with everything that was going on at once. His thrusts, his fingers on your clit and now his mouth on your breast. The pressure in your stomach was intensifying.

You pull on his hair as your body shakes from all the pleasure. Your orgasm hits you hard, your body spazzes.

Daehyun thrusts faster before carefully pulling out and finishing on your stomach.

His face rests between your breasts, the both of you tried to calm your breathing.

He lifts his head and kisses you.

“I love you, Daehyun.” You say against his lips.

He kisses your forehead before reluctantly getting up to clean the both of you.

Daehyun returns to bed, holding your body close to his.

“Ew, you’re all sweaty.” You joke.

He laughs.

“What like you aren't?” He squeezes you.

A comfortable silence takes over, your head rests against his chest, his heartbeat quickens.

“Do you really mean it?” He asks, fear is laced in his voice.

You force him to look at you.

“I mean it, Daehyun. I am in absolute love with you, Jung Daehyun. Not just Daehyun from B.A.P.” He blushes and presses his lips against yours.

Soft meows bring you guys back to reality.

Daehyun sits up suddenly and he jumps out of bed, leaving you confused.

“I forgot to feed the cat!” he screams, making you laugh.

[shaniahnoel]

Buttercup Part 9/?

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: None? 

Masterlist

The end of November was around the corner, which meant that Sophia’s birthday was approaching rapidly. Seventeen didn’t seem particularly special, but Sweet Pea was eager for the day to come. Every day he pestered her with new questions as he sought to be certain that he was going to give her the greatest gift. Today was no different. They sat on the floor in his living room, both with books cracked open. Sweet Pea, however, was having trouble focusing on his studies.

“Why can’t you pick a favorite color? You can’t have multiple favorites. That defeats the entire purpose.”

Sophia rolled her eyes and turned to tell him something sassy. He’d been harping on her all week, ever since she said that her favorite color depended on her mood. She wasn’t expecting him to be so close or his eyes to be so earnest.

“Brown,” she breathed.

“Brown? Okay, now what girl picks brown as her favorite color? Shouldn’t it be like pink or something?”

“Brown is a nice color!” Sophia blushed, “It’s warm and comforting. Sometimes it has gold in it. It’s just got a bad rep.”

Sweet Pea stared at her for a moment, puzzled. Then his expression cleared, and he leaned closer, capturing her mouth with his. When he pulled away, he kept his eyes locked on hers. The moment felt intimate, and it made her heart rate start to increase. Before she could lean into him again, he whispered, smugly:

“I do have great eyes, don’t I?”

And she shoved a hand into his chest. He’d been crouched beside her, so the move sent him rolling backwards. Easily he turned the fall into a somersault and came to rest on his feet again, safely out of reach. He cocked an eyebrow mischievously and Sophia knew that she was going to find herself pinned and tickled in about five seconds. She’d just sprung to her feet, intent on hiding in the house, when his phone rang. Sweet Pea cursed as she smirked. She threw herself lazily on the couch while he took the call in another room.

As she was sitting there she looked over the room. After realizing that his father didn’t come home anymore, Sophia had decided the place could use a woman’s touch. Slowly, without being obvious to Sweet Pea, she’d begun to clean up around the place. Her eyes trailed over the walls, taking in the patched holes. The most recent one was less than a week old. While Sweet Pea was working to improve his anger, it wasn’t perfect. It was much better, but still, he had his moments. Last week, they’d had a fight, something so stupid that she couldn’t remember what it was about, but Sweet Pea had punched the wall in the middle of the argument.

When he returned from the call, Sweet Pea found her tracing the spot on the wall. He shuddered, not proud of losing control. She’d said it was okay, that she forgave him, but she’d looked terrified. They’d talked for a long time afterwards and he was working on it. She promised that she would do her best to work through this with him, if he never hit her. He felt nauseous again just thinking about that idea, but he couldn’t blame her for specifying. He’d shown her time and time again that he had no qualms settling arguments with his fists, but she was different. She was making him different.

She jumped slightly as his arms wrapped around her waist. He pulled her into him, his chest pressed firmly against her back. Her hands went over his and they stared at the spot together, in silence. His chin rested on her head and he took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. You don’t need to keep apologizing, P”

“I do,” he said, turning her to face him, “I promised I’d be what you deserve. That was not it.”

“So, do better,” she smiled encouragingly. It had bothered her immensely in the moment, but she remembered his gentleness at other times. He wasn’t his anger and she had promised herself to keep reminding him of that, unless he would hurt her, which, she never believed would happen.  

“You make me better.” He pulled her into a bone crushing hug.

Sophia’s birthday started out on the best note it had in a long time. Fangs woke her up by chucking several wrapped gifts at her head, and Rachel had her favorite breakfast prepared. She was halfway through unwrapping a pair of fuzzy socks when there was a knock at the door. Rachel went to answer it, but quickly called for Sophia. In the doorway was Sweet Pea, bearing a bouquet of flowers and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

“These are beautiful, Sweet Pea. What are they?”

Sweet Pea didn’t answer, but Sophia noticed a slight reddening of his cheeks. Seeing him embarrassed was something new entirely, which left her even more confused. Flowers are a pretty standard gift for a significant other. Rachel shook her head laughing as she realized the Serpent wasn’t going to answer.

“They’re Sweet Peas, Sophia.”

Sophia giggled then, realizing Sweet Pea’s dilemma. She took them from the awkward giant who became more relaxed immediately. Rachel took them from her and went off to find a vase, still shaking her head over the budding romantic. Sophia slipped her arms around Sweet Pea, under his leather jacket.

“Thank you,” she breathed into his chest.

“You really like them? I wasn’t sure. It felt like too much, but Toni swore it was good idea.”

“You really need to just listen to Toni more,” Sophia chided, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, but now we have part two and I asked no one about that one.”

“Part two?”

Sophia glanced around, expecting to see a wrapped package. Sweet Pea realized her expectation and his face tightened slightly.

“It’s, uh, it’s nothing wrapped. I mean, I could get you something, but I didn’t know, and I thought I could. I dunno.”

Sophia brought her hands around his neck, pulling his forehead to hers. She’d learned that his anger, at least with her, was driven by uncertainty. He’d never truly tried to be in a relationship, to care about someone else. When that felt threatened, he got scared which quickly morphed into anger. Holding him like this and breathing deeply helped him to see straight again, to breathe.

“Sorry,” he muttered, avoiding her eyes.

“It’s alright! Now, what’s part two?” She smiled brightly as if the moment hadn’t happened.

“C’mon,” he answered, pulling her out the door. They were a block from the park when he threw her over his shoulder and demanded that she close her eyes. It was mildly uncomfortable being over his broad shoulder, but she was a good sport. After warning her to keep her eyes closed, he placed her on the ground.

“Open,” his voice shook.

Sophia’s mouth dropped open with her eyes. Four swings blew gently in the November air. A mural had been spray painted against the building that held the bathroom, the doors of which had been replaced. The empty beer bottles and littered jingle jangle pouches were gone. The wild grass no longer tickled her ankles. A new ladder gleamed beside the old slide. The play ground was empty, but it looked welcoming now.

“Look,” Sweet Pea pointed to the left of the building. A new sign, deep brown in color, was placed near the entrance. It declared the park to be a gift from the Serpents to the South Side.

She turned to face him and the joy on her face took his breath away.

“You fixed the park for me? That’s insane.”

“You love coming here, but you always seem sad when you look around. I thought maybe you wanted to see it fixed up.”

Sophia realized then that he still didn’t understand how much she appreciated the gesture. She threw her arms around his neck and brought his lips to hers, kissing him forcefully. His hands trailed down to her thighs, pulling her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist, helping to support herself. She pulled away reluctantly, giggling at his stunned expression.

“I love it, Sweet Pea. The flowers, repairing the park, it’s perfect. Thank you sooo much.”

As they approached the school, Sweet Pea dropped her hand. It was no secret that she arrived with the Serpent(s) every day, but he was insistent on keeping their relationship private. Deciding she didn’t want to argue on her birthday, she accepted the distance, throwing an arm around Toni and taking guesses at her gift. The Serpent revealed nothing, only making her promise to come to the Wyrm that night.

It was a good day, as far as days at South Side High could be. At least, it was, until final period rolled around. Sophia had study hall, her established routine being to gather up all her books and take them to the auditorium, that way she could meet up with everyone right at last bell without having to loop the school. Today, she realized she’d forgotten her English assignment. At final bell, she hurried to her locker, telling the group she’d meet them outside. As she was loading her bag, Romeo and Juliet slipped through her fingers and bounced off the floor. When she bent to pick it up, a large hand beat her to it.

“Thanks,” she smiled, raising her eyes to those of her helper. It was Eli, a boy who shared a few classes with her. They’d spoken a few times in passing. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled softly.

“Sure thing.”

Sophia closed her locker with a snap, and the boy fell into step beside her. It made her feel uneasy at first, but then she learned that he had transferred from the North Side a year ago. She brushed away the fear of Sweet Pea’s reaction, enjoying the easy banter as they reminisced. Just as they exited into the small courtyard before the parking lot, he stopped her.

“Maybe we could talk more over dinner sometime?”

“Oh, uh…” Sophia froze. Cat calls were ignorable, groping was immediately dealt with by the wrath of any Serpent (bless the poor soul who did this with Sweet Pea in vicinity), but never had someone so sweetly or easily asked her out. She reddened slightly as she realized that, technically, Sweet Pea had never asked her out.

“Sophia,” he questioned, moving to place a hand on her shoulder. She sidestepped quickly.

“I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend.”

“Serpent?” Sophia nodded unconsciously. He paled slightly.

“Well, uh, first, please ask him not to kill me, whoever he is. Second, why are you with someone who doesn’t value you?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry, I just meant, well, I wouldn’t have asked you out or anything if I’d known. It’s kinda weird that I didn’t.” he gestured between them, “honestly, when has a Serpent ever kept quiet about his girl?”

Eli walked away, taking all of Sophia’s certainty with him. He’d sounded genuine, not spiteful or malicious, just concerned. She watched him walk away, admiring the gentle way in which he moved. None of the students lingering about stiffened when he passed, this changing immediately as Sweet Pea came to view.

“Who’s that?”

“Just happened to be going the same way.” Sophia shrugged away from Sweet Pea’s jealous eyes, “Let’s get to the Wyrm.”

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