#I guess he's going to be a closet cat all week :(

[selvepnea]

Depending on how big the closet is, keeping BiBi in a enclosed space might be a good idea while you wait for the vet appointment so that you know where he is and can get to him easily. Some cats like to hide when sick or injured, or just plain upset/scared.

Since it sounds like diarrhea, make sure he has water and/or wet food so he doesn't get dehydrated. And if you can fit his litter box in there cats like things that smell like themselves.

I hope any of this helps!

I ended up doing something similar! I was a little worried if he would be more adverse to eating sine I was moving his food so far, but he seems to be eating ok still.

Funny thing, when I checked on him in the morning he was pretty clean, but the closet was a mess when I got home ^^"

Turns out he got some sort of parasite? I think? (I was too tired to ask too many questions :( ) so I've got about a week's worth of medicine before his stools start firming up again u_u

[starlostastronaut]

SUNSETS AND BUCKET LISTS

han jisung × reader - fluff, childhood friends to lovers, college au - 1.8k

summary - spending your last day with your best friend before school should be sad, but this time it took an unexpected turn

cw - use of yn?

links - masterlist

so! i'm almost late but, still made it in time. i guess you could call this ji's bday fic (tho there will be more sunshine twins content coming soon), but most importantly, happy birthday katsy!! ( @catiuskaa ) this one is for you <3333

and shout out to my mars who saved me several times writing this. not proofread and idk what is that ending, but i hope you like it! <3

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Jisung whispered into your ear, his hot breath spilling over your skin, making you shiver and instantly startling you awake. Or mostly awake. Still half asleep, your brain only registered that someone is in very close proximity to you and we do not like that, before your hand tightened on your plushie and you whacked Jisung in the face.

“Ow, what’s that for?” he whined, dramatically holding his palm to the right side of his face. His mischievous grin was replaced by a scowl and he looked at you like you just stole his dog, not simply hit him with a stuffed cat. With your consciousness finally catching up to speed, you realized that it was not an alien coming to abduct you, but it was Han Jisung, your best friend since you were three years old. And he carried the title proudly, always mentioning your sixteen years long friendship to anyone who (did not) care.

“Sorry, Ji, oh my god!” You swiftly rose up on the bed, it was a miracle your head didn't collide with Jisung's as well. “I thought you were, I don't know, a pervert or something.”

“YN,” Jisung sighed. “It's literally just us two and our parents. There's a security system in the house. How would a pervert even get in?”

He was right. Growing up in the same town, just three houses away, your families have known each other very well. It was a tradition that started when you and Jisung were old enough to travel and actually understand a vacation. Your families always rented out the same beach house to spend the last two weeks of summer holiday together.

By now, you knew the place front to back, being able to move around while blinded and you would be just fine. So Jisung was right, but you couldn’t possibly let him have the win so easily.

“I don't know,” you shrugged. “They always find a way?” Jisung gave you an unimpressed look. “Okay, okay. But it's still your fault. You shouldn't have woken me up like a creep.”

“Blah, blah, blah.” Jisung rolled his eyes and grabbed your hands, quite literally dragging out of bed and out of the warm comfort of the covers. You hissed and a shiver ran over your skin as your, due to the summer heat barely clothed, body made contact with the cold floor. “Come on, get up, we have so much stuff to do!”

Jisung let go of your hands, bouncing around happily. You shook your head, amazed at the amount of energy he had so early in the morning. Had he eaten just sugar for breakfast?

You slowly stood up, rummaging through the closet for some clothes. “Turn around at least, perv,” you laughed, smacking him over his chest with a shirt. Jisung laughed, but left the room, giving you privacy to change. Not wanting to keep him waiting, you put on the first shorts and shirt you found. It's not like you were going to meet many people so who cares, right? On your way out you grabbed a hoodie too. The summer was in fact nearing its end and the mornings were often chilly. And knowing Jisung, you will have breakfast outside.

As per your prediction, the small outside table was full of food, with Jisung impatiently waiting for you, bouncing his leg and playing with a fork.

After a quick breakfast, Jisung shared his plan for the day. You listen in disbelief, wondering how he wanted to fit all of that into one day. Despite your doubts, you were going to do everything for it to happen though.

This was your last day together. In pursuit of your respective dreams, you and Jisung not only attended different universities, but in different cities too and the distance made it even harder. In order to visit each other, you would have to spend several hours traveling, and that was a luxury you couldn’t afford. You tried, but then a test came up, or a friend's birthday party or Jisung was sick… After three months you gave up trying, resigning to seeing your best friend on Christmas and summer only.

It was hard enough to leave him last year, but you called each other a lot. In the beginning that was. Once you got your bearings and university properly started, you were often so exhausted you fell asleep on the video call. Or didn't call at all, because Jisung forgot to charge his phone in the whirlwind of classes and deadlines.

You never knew it was possible to miss someone so much. Being without Jisung felt like someone was slowly tearing off your limbs. And when you saw him at Christmas, it felt like the puzzle finally found its missing piece. A week later, in your dorm room with friends and soju, some revelations were had, but by the time summer came around, your mind was in a completely different place.

And this time, knowing what kind of year you were up against, letting go of Jisung for another several months suddenly felt impossible. Knowing this shared vacation was coming, both you and Jisung made a list of activities to do and places nearby to visit. But with how excited you both were, you put off checking boxes in favour of lazing around, watching anime, going to the pool and talking for hours.

So there you were, left with a list impossible to complete by the end of today. Yet nothing would deter you from trying.

“I think I'm actually gonna die.” You fell onto your towel, lying motionlessly on the beach. Not even having enough energy to watch the sunset, which you would have taken countless pics of any other day.

By some miracle, you managed to complete Jisung's entire checklist for the day, which left you completely exhausted. You were seriously thinking of asking Jisung to carry you back, because unlike you, he seemed as if powered by the air he breathed - he hadn't run out of energy the whole day.

“Noo, you can't die yet. We still have to check off the paddleboard at the sea,” Jisung said. And there it was, he actually brought the paddleboard down to the beach. You saw it lying next to your things when you sat back up.

“Ji, seriously?” you laughed. “You can't swim? And it's dark.” The idea seemed a little funny and a whole lot crazy. It was one thing to be at the pool, where there was a bottom and a limited amount of water. To go to the wild, open sea, in the dark, and tired after the whole day? k

“Actually… I can. Kinda. Lix taught me,” Jisung admitted. You knew who he was talking about, Jisung wouldn't shut up about his roommate and new best friend Felix, he actually mentioned him in about every conversation he could. It was kind of cute actually. You were worried Jisung would struggle, being an introvert with social anxiety, but Felix waltzed into his life and saved him for you.

“Okay…” Felix teaching him solved one problem at least. But you still didn't feel like it was a good idea. “Ji, do we have to? What if something happens? We're tired, we're alone here…”

Jisung’s shoulders slumped. “Right, yeah you're right. I just had this plan and I wanted to… nevermind.”

That wasn't fair. Now you felt bad. God, why was Jisung so cute? “Maybe we could… I don't know. Put it just by the shore and sit on it?” you suggested, wanting to make Jisung happy. You would do anything to make him happy, even go out on the sea when you thought about it.

Alone together on the beach, the sun setting over the water, the atmosphere was romantic. And thought your brain, because all your feelings that you pushed aside to focus on quality time with Jisung, now came rushing back all at once.

Jisung's face lit up. “Yeah, we can do that. I guess it counts as completing.” You helped Jisung push the paddleboard just behind the first waves, sitting on it with your feet in the water, still in the safe distance to the shore.

You looked over the horizon, the sun reflecting on the water begging to be photographed. “Selca?” you asked. Jisung nodded and leaned closer, posing for the low quality picture. With barely any natural light left, the photo was bound to be blurry and dark, but you always liked that kind of aesthetic anyway.

Feeling daring in the moment, you pressed your lips to Jisung's cheek. Barely, just a few seconds, but enough to capture on your phone.

“YN…” Jisung whispered. If it wasn't so dark, you would see the pink dusting his face.

“Sorry, I just… I just had to,” you said. What did you have to lose anyway? You were leaving tomorrow morning and wouldn't see Jisung for another few months. “I had to know what it feels like,” you whispered.

Jisung lowered his gaze, choosing to look at the waves rather than looking at you. Somehow, the silence was scarier than a rejection of your implied confession.

“Say something Ji, please,” you begged, not knowing how to bear the crushing weight of the silence anymore. You feared what message it carried.

“You crossed the last box for me.”

Before you could ask what it meant, Jisung took out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to you. His checklist of activities for the vacation. When you unfolded the small ball of paper, your eyes skimmed over the completed activities, all the way to the last one.

Kiss YN in some super romantic moment.

“I planned to tell you,” Jisung spoke up. “How I feel. I guess you beat me to it.” He lifted his head to look at you. “I did understand it correctly, right? It wasn't a platonic friend kiss, because Felix sometimes gives me those and if it was then forget everything I said because-”

You surged forward, interrupting his rambling with your lips on his. It was a wonder you didn't fall off the paddleboard, with how much force was used. You felt him freeze and smile, as he slowly kissed you back, overcoming the initial shock and surprise.

And you kissed, until there was no sun in the sky and your parents had to go look at why you took so long. That night, you laid in Jisung's bed, making promises and wishes for the upcoming year, already making plans, determined to not give up this time.

Somehow, coming back to campus and the insanity your university could be sometimes, wasn't as hard as it was last year. This time around, you had something new to look forward to in the darkest moments of endless texts and assignments. You had a boyfriend and a promise to keep. No giving up this time. And you both dutifuly kept it.

Jisungie <3

still alive after that test?

YN <3

barely

i'm dead inside and lonely

my roommate's out this weekend on a family thing

leaving me all alone in this dorm

Jisungie <3

good thing i have no classes this friday

see you then ynnie <3

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[justastraymoa]

ADVENTURES WITH CHEESE PT 2 EXTENDED EDITION

It has been two weeks since I got back from my business trip.  The boys had been over once to visit Cheese.  Unannounced and loaded with every ramen under the sun.

“We were in the neighborhood.”  Bin shrugged holding out the bag of noodles like a peace offering.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.  “You are lucky I was even home.”  I snatched the bag and walked to the kitchen, leaving them to take their shoes off and shut the door.

“Like you have anywhere to be.  It’s a Friday night.”  Lino scoffed not so subtly looking around.

I threw a packet of ramen at him in retaliation.  “What if I had a date?  I am young and relatively good looking, I could date!”  I snapped.  I wasn’t going to mention that I hadn’t been on a date in years and had no intention of dating anytime soon either.  It wasn’t in my scope.  I had better things to do with my life.

Lino gave me a doubtful look as he tossed the ramen back to me.

“Fine, I didn’t have a date with anyone but Cheese tonight.  Friday is cat movie night.”  I relented.  I pointed Lino to the couch where Cheese was already waiting wrapped up in his favorite blanket with a small pile of cat treats to snack on while we watched the movie.

Lino made a small noise in his throat before taking out his phone and snapping a picture.  I chuckled at him, understanding the noises of cuteness like it was a second language.

Chan came into the kitchen and started to help with the bags.  “Sorry for showing up unannounced.  I wanted to text but they insisted on surprising you and Cheese.”

“Its no problem, you guys can stay for movie night if you want.”  I offered handing Chan the stuff to start making the noodles.

Hyune skipped over to the living room.  “What are you watching?”

“The Lion King.  Hyune, Bin, the closet is down the hall, grab some pillows and blankets.  Lino, move the coffee table.  We can make a nest in front of the tv for all of us.”

“What is Channie going to do?  Not fair!”  Hyune pouted even as he moved to the hall to grab the stuff.

“Channie is helping me make noodles.  Do you want to switch you big baby?”

There was silence from the hall and I nodded to myself.  I didn’t think so.

Cheese mewed as the coffee table was moved off to the side and his living room was covered in pillows and blankets.  He unfurled from the nest of blanket he was currently in, stretched lazily, and hopped down to the floor to inspect the much bigger nest currently being made.

He sniffed at a pillow before rubbing on it and moved on to a blanket, which apparently needed to be moved.  He pawed at it until it was in the correct spot before he laid down and looked up to me to see if I was going to come join him and start the movie already.

I smiled at him.  “Give me a few minutes, babe, I’m making some snacks before we start the movie.”  In answer Cheese merely yawned and started kneading the pillow within his reach.

Lino and Bin started a small pillow fight that was quickly becoming aggressive.  Bin got Lino square in the side of the head before Lino hit him back so hard he actually fell sideways onto the couch.

“Enough.  You are going to break something.  And that something might be you.  Lay down and get everything situated.  Someone turn the tv on and get the movie loaded up.”  I ordered as Chan and I moved around each other in the kitchen like we had been doing this for years.  Oddly enough, he seemed to know where everything pretty much was with minimal looking.  Not like my kitchen was that big, but still.  He seemed natural and comfortable.

“You are good with them, you know.”  He commented as we set up 5 bowls on one of my serving trays and 5 drinks on another.

I shrugged one shoulder.  “Its natural I guess.  Its not like they are hard to deal with or anything.”

He laughed shortly once.  “Y/n, I live with them.  I know exactly how hard they can be to deal with.  And you just seem to roll with their craziness.”

“I like their craziness.  Its somehow comforting, warm.  I don’t know, its hard to describe.”

“Feels like family?”  he suggested quietly with a small secret smile.

I blushed and didn’t answer.  I didn’t need too; we both knew it was true.  Even in the very short time I had known these 4 men, they felt like family.  We felt like family.

I laughed at the antics of my boys.  All 5 of them including Cheese.  Two months ago it was just me and Cheese and now I have a whole slew more.

In the beginning I was worried that we would slowly and naturally start to drift apart now that I had Cheese back, but it ended up being the complete opposite.  The Chan Clan came over to visit at least once a week, sometimes together, sometimes one or two of them would come alone.  And Cheese has spent several weekends over at their apartment.  He truly has stolen their hearts.  Even turning dog person Hyune into a cat person!

Now I was scrolling through my old albums feeling nostalgic and just a little depressed.  Cheese was so tiny and cute!  Not that he wasn’t cute now, but he would never let me wrap him up in a burrito like he did when he was a teeny tiny thing.

And while he was still clumsy there was nothing like watching a kitten learn to walk and run and jump.  Watching them fail and stumble around, running into things and misjudging distances.  Just watching them learn the big world around them.

A harsh knock came unexpectedly early one afternoon as Cheese and I were lounging on the couch doom scrolling.

“One moment!”  I called as I slipped a sweater over my frankly a little too revealing for company tank top.

I opened the door to see the building supervisor.

“We are evacuating the building for a week.  One of your neighbors informed us he has an infestation of bed bugs that he has not been able to take care of on his own.”  He informed me after the initial niceties were over.

I could feel myself make a disgusted face.  Bed bugs!  Gross!  “How long do we have before we have to get out?  I need to pack and find a place to go.”  I looked behind me already mentally packing things.

“Fifteen minutes.”

I turned back to the man shocked.  Fifteen minutes!  How was I supposed to get all that done in that short of a time frame!

True to his word, almost exactly fifteen minutes after we parted ways there was another knock on my door and someone yelling it was time to go.

I sighed heavily and scooped Cheese into a little sling I made out of a sheet so I could have enough hands to carry the two bags I managed to pack. One for me, one for Cheese. He wriggled in the sheet confused for a second before settling down and popping his head out a hole he found to see what was going on.

I piled us all into my compact car and pulled my phone out of my bag to look for a place to stay nearby that was within my budget. The problem was hotels and motels were not cheap within the city and I was right in the middle of my pay period, which means I am broke af.

Wriggling annoyed out of the sling Cheese started inspecting the car, I'm sure getting into things he should not be getting into. I made sure to keep one eye on him to make sure he didn't eat anything he shouldn't.

They could say whatever they wanted. I would cook, clean, and do any other chores I damn well wanted to thank them while I was there. I felt my face pout petulantly as I started to drive towards the Chan Clan apartment. Cheese settled on my lap as I drove.

I was feeling very weird about staying with them, not because I was uncomfortable around them, but because I was not accustomed to being the one being taken care of. I know what I am. I am and have always been a mother figure. I tend to mother everyone. People have told me that it can get annoying. It has been something that bothers me about myself, but I also can't stop being who I am.

That being said, I was worried that I would annoy the boys, and they would stop talking to me. I really enjoy our friendship, and I would be devastated to lose it now.

I knocked on the door ten minutes after they texted, bottom lip between my teeth. Hyune opened the door and gave me an odd look.

"Did you forget your key?" He reached to take the bags from me and let me in.

Truthfully, I was so nervous about staying with them and so thrown off by the whole situation I forgot I even had a key to their place. They gave it to me a couple weeks ago.

"Who is it, Hyune?" Bin shouted from somewhere inside the apartment.

There was music playing form the kitchen as well. I assumed it was Lino cooking. And I could see the tv playing from the doorway, but no one was in the living room to watch it at the moment.

Hyune set my bags on the couch and reached out to give me a hug and Cheese a scritch behind the ear. "It's y/n!" He shouted. I flinched away as he was still close to my ear. He grimaced in apology.

There was a couple bangs and a crash before 3 sets of footsteps started toward us. "Hey you two! I was just setting up the room for you." Chan greeted giving me a hug and peck on the cheek. I handed Cheese over to Lino, who took him happily and rubbed his face on Cheeses head.

"Room? Uh, no? You only have 4 rooms, and I am not stealing someone's room." I responded.

"Too late. I already moved in with Bin." Hyune answered.

"Well move back! I am just fine sleeping on the floor or on the couch!"

"No!" all three almost shouted. I blinked at them kind of shocked by the vehement statement.

Fine, I could compromise. I already know I was going to do chores for them while I was here, so i would let the room thing go.

The next few days were shockingly fun. The five of us worked well together, even if there was only 3 rooms and one bathroom. Our schedules seemed to complement each other well and we didn't really get in each other's way.

And between Lino and I meals were always ready on time and semi healthy. There was only one or two times when we got takeout instead, and it was planned on in advance.

They even incorporated some of my weekly routines that they knew about like friday night cat movie night and lazy saturday morning. They did it without even seeming to think about it. It was a surprise to come into the living room and find a nest of pillows and blankets already ready to go and the smurfs queued up and ready to be played. I almost teared up knowing that they were going so far out of their way to make me feel comfortable.

Chan tried to get me to stop helping with chores for the first few days, but soon gave in when he discovered how stubborn I could really be. Instead he settled on helping me with the chores. We did them together.

I was really enjoying my time in the Chan Clan apartment with them. I was only a tiny bit upset when I got the call from my buildings supervisor that the fumigation was taking longer than expected and it would be at least another week before I could get back into my place.

And Cheese was completely in his element. He had a whole really make his own now that he was here for longer than a weekend. And there was always someone to cuddle with and pet him or play with him.

He was the king he was always meant to be.

It was an impossible thought. Not only because of the living with 4 men which was frowned upon in society even if none of us were really dating, but because I couldn't steal Hyunes room forever. He and Bin had been very generous for the entire time Cheese, and I had to stay here, but that wouldn't last forever. Or at least it shouldn't.

It just couldn't happen. Even if the thought of leaving my boys hurt my heart and made my eyes sting with unshed tears. My chest squeezed uncomfortably, and my breathing stuttered painfully. But i shook it off. There was nothing to be done about it.

I had a perfectly good apartment, that yeah was now possibly covered in bed bug carcasses and just the thought of bed bugs made my skin crawl. But it was livable and within my budget. It served me well.

A/N: welcome back. As always thank you for reading and interacting. Even if you only read I still thank you.

I hope you enjoyed this extended edition of Adventures with Cheese.

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[michelleleewise]

Purr....

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: none.....Mischief, backfired spells, shenanigans and alot of purrs.....

Summary: you come back from a mission excited to see your boyfriend.....unaware something happened......

Inspired by THIS lovely anon........

You walked off the quintet sighing. You'd been gone two months and all you wanted was a shower and your Loki. You hadn't even been able to talk to him since where you were sent had no service and you missed him more then you would like to admit, so as soon as your feet hit the helipad you were off to find him.

You walked into the common room, looking around not seeing anyone throwing your bag down when a black cat ran up to you rubbing himself on your legs purring. You kneeled down scratching behind his ears hearing the purrs grow louder. "Hey little guy, who do you belong to?" You asked as it pushed its head into your hands. "He would belong to you y/n." You heard, looking up seeing Thor. "Oh..did Loki get him?" You asked, seeing the cat turn and hiss at Thor. "You could say that." He said laughing.

You got up walking into the kitchen seeing Thor grab a mug from the cabinet. "So where is Mischief anyway? I thought he'd be here when I landed." You said as the cat jumped on the counter purring rubbing his face across yours. "Well you see, Loki was practicing a new spell and..." he trailed off as the car sauntered over knocking his mug off the counter, shattering on the floor. "I don't think he likes you very much." You laughed seeing Thor sigh. "Yes well, I would expect nothing less." He said grabbing the broom. You watched him clean the glass up as the cat continued to purr and rub his face on yours, pressing his forehead to yours. "Ok really, where is Loki?" You asked.

"He is currently in the kitchen y/n." Thor said grabbing another mug. You looked around seeing the kitchen all but empty "umm...are you alright thor?" You asked. "That little furry beast Y/n! That is Loki." He snapped as the cat hissed at him. "His spell backfired and now..." he trailed off pointing at the cat. You took a minute to look at the cat, seeing it's large green eyes, the softness of its fur, the way it hissed at Thor "Oh my God! When did this happen?" You asked looking at Thor "Oh, about two weeks ago." He said shrugging. "Can he change back?" You asked when the cat began purring again. "Not on his own no, it has to wear off, good news is it should be any day now." He said smiling as he walked out if the kitchen "Welcome back y/n." He called back.

You sat staring at Loki as he purred, his tail flicking back and forth. "Loki....what am I going to do with you." You asked when he meow'd, putting his paw on your cheek. "You know I was really looking forward to cuddles too." You sighed, feeling him press his head to your forehead hearing him purr again. "Well, shower and bed I guess." You said. standing up you walked to the common room grabbing your bag, loki following right behind you as you headed to your shared room. You watched him jump on the bed as you threw your bag down grabbing a towel.

You stepped out of the shower feeling your muscles relax. Wrapping your towel around yourself you walked out seeing Loki sprawled on the bed, tail twitching as he watched you. "Don't be weird Loki." You said laughing when he meow'd. You walked into the closet, slipping your shorts and tank top on walking back out. "I'm really gonna cuddle a cat." You smiled seeing him roll over on his back. You pulled the blankets back laying down "well, come on." You said as he walked up by the pillow, laying down in front of you. You covered him and you up laying down looking at him. "Your lucky I love you." You said as his eyes shot to yours.

You scratched his ear when he nudged your nose with his "Your tickling me." You laughed hearing him purr. "Go to sleep sir." You said sternly closing your eyes. You felt him tuck his head under your chin, pressing himself to your chest continuing to purr. "Goodnight Loki." You breathed wrapping an arm around him drifting off to sleep. You weren't sure how long you were asleep when you felt something nudge against your cheek "lokiiii, go to sleep." You murmured reaching up to scratch his head. You felt him kiss your cheek making you open your eyes, you stopped scratching when your eyes met his beautiful green ones. "C..could you....keep doing that?" He asked gently kissing you. You laughed, snuggling into him scratching his scalp hearing him moan. "Love you darling." He purred, pressing his forehead to yours "love you, my lokitty." You smiled, drifting back to sleep.

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[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Snowcone Comfort (Neige x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Mild angst, hurt/comfort, mild stalking, predatory behavior from unnamed minor character, harassment, celebrities being taken advantage of, mentions of past abuse and victim blaming (if I missed any let me know)

Note: This is over 5k words, I don't know what possessed me. I guess it was my feelings on the behavior of certain fans of celebrities that got me going. I also just really, really like what I did with Neige's banner. I hope you do as well!

You leisurely strolled past the various stores and eateries, briefly peeking into each window. Every other second someone passed you by, whether it be a single person or an entire family, on their own merry way to somewhere you didn’t know. A few entered one of the many buildings lining the sidewalk, while others disappeared around corners of the little township. Little, yes, but no less expensive and elaborate. Most of the objects and treats that were advertised in every shop window cost way more than you could afford. Honestly, you’d be lucky to find something in your budget. Purchasing something wasn’t your reason for coming here, however.

Earlier that morning, you and Ace made a bet: If you beat him at air hockey, he would watch Grim for the rest of the day so you could relax. If he won, you’d have to do his homework for a whole week when you returned to the college. Guess who won out? Ace was shocked, to say the least, as was your audience, Deuce and Grim. Lucky for you, Ace was the type to get real cocky when he thought he was going to win. That attitude had been prominent since you began your game; it was fairly easy to use it to your advantage. So now here you were, taking a much needed break from babysitting your monster cat. 

You saw this little township on the bus ride into the resort when you and your fellow classmates arrived at the beach. Again, you had little money in your pocket, but it was just nice to get out and look around. See what could be seen in the quaint little tourist trap. You briefly wondered if Azul had struck up any business during the trip; if a certain fox and cat duo you’d met a little while ago had swindled a rich tourist or two when he’d possibly made port here. Your smile twitched up a little more as you saw the familiar face of Vil on a poster advertising a certain fragrance in a shop window. That must be where Vil stopped in to pick up that cologne for Rook and Epel. While the latter hadn’t been too keen on the (forced) gift, both men now smelled rather nice - nicer than usual, anyway. 

Just as you were about to turn a corner, in a direction where you remembered Malleus mentioning there being a really nice ice cream shoppe, you were nearly sent backward. Someone smacked into you, which made you both stumble and gasp out. Your hand reached out and held onto the closet windowsill to stabilize yourself. When you looked up, you recognized the face of the person who ran into you: Neige LeBlanche. The man Vil hated (a bit of a strong word, but what other term was there for the man’s feelings towards the celebrity?) with all of his being. The last time you saw the young man - at least in person - was during the VDC, smiling away as he congratulated your friends for their performance. Now, though, his expression was troubled, almost frightened. 

It wavered for a brief moment as he stared at you. “You…you’re [Name], right? One of Vil’s friends?” 

Well, you weren’t sure if you were friends, per say, but… “Y-Yeah,” you replied. 

Neige glanced behind him, that look of paranoia fresh in his eyes again. He turned back to you and grasped your hand, words hushed and urgent. “Please, help me hide! There’s a man after me and he - he’s not very nice.” 

You couldn’t see behind Neige, his body blocking your view. Even so, you could feel the atmosphere change around you as you heard someone call out for the celebrity. It was friendly, but wrong at the same time. Without a word, you gently, yet firmly held Neige’s hand as you turned around and bolted down the sidewalk. You led Neige back the way you’d come; your head turned this way and that as you tried to find a place to hide him. You hadn’t entered any of the businesses yet - you weren’t sure if they were good places to hide. The shrubbery and other plant life around weren’t very good options, either. 

“Hey!” You and Neige quickly glanced back to see a man hurriedly walk after you both. He was dressed sharply, in the fashion that was common for the locals here. You got the sense he wasn’t a local, however - maybe just a guy trying to fit in. The vibe from him wasn’t good, either. The smile he wore…it sent a chill down your spine. Neige shivered so strongly you could feel it trail down to his hand.

“Where’re you going, Mr. LeBlanche?” He held out his arms as though he wanted a hug. “I just wanted an autograph.” 

Neige didn’t have to ask you to hurry - you tugged him forward again, this time in a sprint. You frantically searched for a place to hide, just until the guy was out of sight. As you turned another corner, exiting the town, you found yourself at the edge of the beach. Golden sand spread out before you, the blue waves crashing onto shore a mile away. Suddenly, you had an idea. Your gaze landed on the small snack stand Sam had set up for the trip. “C’mon!” you whispered yelled to Neige behind you as you pulled him towards the little building. 

The pale boy followed you without question, scared eyes peering behind him every other second to see if the man had found you both. As you reached the snack stand, you quickly threw up the little door that separated the counter from the store space. You rushed Neige inside before you shut it behind you both. You then directed Neige to sit below the counter, just out of sight. You followed close behind him, legs crossed and back flushed against the wall. Neige was in a similar position, the only difference being his knees were tucked up under his chin. 

“Unless you two are looking for a summer job, I’m going to ask you to leave.” The two of you looked up at Sam, who now stood in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was stern, yet the quirk of his brow showed his confusion about your sudden appearance. “As I know your status, Mr. LeBlanche, I know you are not strapped for cash. As for you, little imp-” 

“We’re hiding from this creep,” you interrupted. “He won’t leave Neige alone.” You glimpsed Neige nodding his head in agreement, too afraid to speak. It seemed what you’d garnered from the situation was correct. 

Sam’s gaze fleeted upwards and over the counter. Without breaking his gaze from the outside world, he asked, “Who? The one with the brown hair and last year’s bootlegged designer sandals?” 

Sam could tell what designs were forgeries? Of course he could. Why did you even think otherwise? “Yes.” 

The shopkeep was silent for a few seconds as he examined the man. He must be approaching the snack stand - Neige let out the faintest whimper. You reached how to hold his hand again and gave it a squeeze to try and comfort him. To your surprise and relief, the boy returned it. Finally, Sam spoke in a hush whisper of his own. “Stay as long as you like. I’ll take care of this.” 

Before either of you could express your thanks, you heard someone approach the counter. You didn’t think Neige’s complexion could get any paler…poor guy. He scarcely breathed as Sam addressed the man - neither did you. “Hello there! Welcome to my little snack shop. What can I get for you?” 

Your assailant didn’t respond at first. His shadow stretched over the counter and onto the floor in front of you; you thanked whatever god there was that you and Neige’s shadows were obscured by the counter. “Have you seen two kids running around?” the man asked, completely ignoring Sam’s question. “You know Neige LeBlanche, right?” 

“Who doesn’t?” Sam answered rhetorically. 

“I was supposed to get a picture with him, but he disappeared before I could get my phone out. You wouldn’t have happened to see him come by?” 

“Hm…can’t say I have.” Sam’s lie was flawless, amplified by the little shrug of his shoulders. “Last time I saw him, he was on TV. He’s here at the resort? Huh, news to me.” Sam leaned forward. “How much does he charge for pictures, anyhow? I figure it must cost a pretty good few madol.” 

The man’s snicker made your stomach churn. “I’ve got a few ways around that. I rarely get a no with my face, y’know?~” Gross. 

“Well, I’m sorry to say I haven’t seen him.” You barely glimpsed Sam gesture with his thumb towards the small town where you and Neige had come from. “Though…I did see someone kinda like him get into a cab just now. It looked like it was turning towards the city.” 

The creep hummed in thought, satisfied by his answer. “Thanks for the tip,” he said. He then placed something down onto the counter. “For your trouble.” 

“Much appreciated~” Sam gave the man his signature salesman wink and smile. “Come by next time you’re craving something cool and sweet. I’ve got everything you need.” The man said something in return, but the two of you couldn’t make it out. For several long minutes, not another word was spoken - the only sounds to be heard were the wirring or the large freezers, fridges, and other kitchen contraptions situated about the floor. Finally, Sam took a step back and peeked down at you two. “Alright, the coast is clear now. Guy won’t be back for a while.” 

Neige breathed out a long sigh of relief. He brought his hand up to slip the black sun hat he’d been wearing off his head, the red ribbon adding a pop of color to the accessory. Aside from the hat, he was almost dressed like a sailor boy. “I like your outfit,” you commented, trying to lighten the mood. “It looks really good on you.” 

Neige, despite still looking a tad shaken, gave you a smile. “Th-Thank you. I bought it shortly before myself and the rest of my classmates came here to the beach. I thought it’d be better suited for the hot weather.” 

“Well, no sense in getting it dirty then.” You crawled out from under the counter and stood up before offering a hand out to Neige. Your smile was encouraging, despite the previous situation. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. Where were you heading before, uh…he came?” 

Neige followed your lead and got out from under the counter. Even after he stood up, however, he didn’t let go of your hand. Perhaps it provided comfort for him. “I was heading back to the resort - the one beside on the other side of town, I mean, not the one you’re staying in. I promised Che’nya I would meet up with him to go swimming. I just stopped in town to pick up a bottle of the perfume that Vil was talking about on his Magicam.” 

“Really? Were you interested in the scent?” 

“That’s part of the reason, yes, but I really just wanted to support Vil. He seemed so happy about the sponsor.”

‘That’s fucking adorable’, you thought. 

“I’ll have to get some later.” He timidly glanced out towards town, where the guy had surely disappeared off to. “I…I don’t want to go back in there right now.” 

“Just so you know, he took a cab out to the city.” Sam shot you two a grin as he sorted through a large freezer under the left counter of the store. “Pretty good lie, huh?”

“It’s not good to lie,” Neige gifted the shopkeeper a tiny, shy smile, “but I do appreciate you doing that for us. Thank you, Mr…?” 

“Sam’s fine,” Sam chuckled. 

Neige nodded. “Thank you, Sam. Is there anything I can do to repay you?” 

Sam seemed to think the prospect over for a minute as he shuffled around a few white paper cones. His answer was not what you expected. “Nah, it’s alright. No favors needed - I was just doing what’s right.” He scooped some shaved ice into two paper cones he held in his other hand. “Though, if you’d like, I can get you that perfume.” 

“Really?” Neige’s pupils were as big as saucers. “You can do that?” 

“Mhm.” Sam placed the cones into two circular plastic holders in front of several colorful pumps. He then reached behind his back - when he brought his gloved hand back out, he was holding a small, luxurious pink paper bag. “Anything to please a customer~” 

Now Neige’s eyes were almost bugged out of his head. “That’s-! How did you-?”

“I have my ways.” Sam offered Neige the bag - the celebrity delicately took it. He looked into the bag in wonderment. You couldn’t help but sneak a peek yourself; sure enough, there was the bottled fragrance you’d seen in that advertisement earlier. It was really pretty, its body a crystal dark purple bottle with a small black, glass cork. Very much a product Vil would be associated with. “For the trouble you went through today, I’ll even give you a discount,” Sam offered. 

‘Damn, why can’t he be this generous all the time?’ you wondered. 

“Thank you so much!” Neige beamed. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight…man, no special effects needed for this man. “How much do I owe you?” 

“With the discount, it’ll be 30,000 madol.” 

You almost choked on your own spit. Holy shit that was a lot of money! And he gave Neige a discount? How much was it full price?! Did you even want to know? Without a second thought, Neige reached into his pocket and retrieved a cute wallet, its dark blue leather decorated with embroidered blue birds. Man, Neige’s aesthetic was pretty consistent, huh? 

In the next instant, the exact amount was in Sam’s outstretched hand - and there was still a good bit left in Neige’s wallet. Seven, you wondered if you’d have half that much if Crowley actually paid you for all the things you did for him. As Neige zipped the little pouch back up, Sam briefly counted the bills before folding them and putting them in his pocket. “A pleasure doing business with you, Mr. LeBlanche~” He then swiftly turned around back to the cones filled with shaved ice. “What flavors do you two prefer?” 

“Um…strawberries and cream are always a delight for me, but I also like any other kind of fruit.” Neige replied. 

“[Favorite flavor(s)]” you answered. 

Without a flourish of fast hands, Sam pumped colorful flavored syrups onto the small domes of shaved ice. In no time, there were two snowcones in his hands, one held out for each of you to take. “On the house,” he said. “For many, sweets are just the thing to cheer someone up after something so scary.” 

While you eyed the frozen treat was suspicion, Neige took it without complaint. “Thank you so much, Mr. Sam! You’re too kind!” 

“...what are you getting out of this from me?” you asked. How many times have you accepted something for “free” and it backfired on you later? 

“No tricks or schemes here, little imp,” Sam promised. His smile wasn’t deceiving, nor did his eyes hold any devious plan. The shopkeep looked genuine - proud, even. “Take it as a reward for such a selfless act, saving Mr. LeBlanche the way you did.” 

You hesitated for a moment longer, then finally took the snowcone. As you expected, it was your favorite flavor, just as you’d said. For once, a good deed of yours had led to a prize - with no strings attached. 

“Now, you two run along.” Sam strode past you two and opened the little door you’d entered a little while before. “No doubt you two have other things to do. That, and I’ve got my shop to run.” He shot you two another playful wink as he added, “Don’t eat those two fast, now.”

“We won’t,” Neige giggled. He held up his hand and waved as he and you began to walk away from the snack stand. “Thank you again, Mr. Sam. Have a good rest of your day!” 

“You as well, little imps.” 

Before you both could wander too far though, Sam’s voice suddenly echoed in your head. “Get your friend home safe, little imp. Don’t worry about the guy; remember, I’m taking care of it.” You could only imagine what that meant. Despite the ominous implications, you did agree with the shopkeeper: You needed to make sure Neige got home safe. 

“Let me walk you back,” you offered. “I don’t want something else like that to happen.” 

Neige’s expression was timid again, guilty even. “You really don’t mind?” 

You shook your head and smiled. “Not at all! I’d want someone to do the same for me if I’d been in that situation.” 

“I’m sure your friends would jump at the chance to do that for you.” 

‘Yeah, I hope so too,’ you thought. 

As the two of you walked back to the resort, munching your snowcones along the way, you couldn’t help but ask the question that’d been on your mind. “Who was that guy, anyway? Do you know him?” 

You almost regretted the inquiry the moment it passed your lips. Neige’s face fell, head tilted downwards as he stared down at his feet. “I…don’t know. I never got his name, actually. He said he was a fan and asked for a picture - I was happy to oblige! I don’t mind whenever someone asks for a picture of me. But,” he stalled for a moment to take a deep breath - when he exhaled, he continued, “But I could tell he wanted more than a picture.

“He kept asking where I was staying, if I was doing anything that night, if I came to the resort alone…and he wouldn’t stop touching me.” Neige mildly gestured to his waist and chest, though was careful to not jostle the small bag clasped between his fingers too much. “I-In intimate ways, I mean.” 

You hadn’t noticed how much you’d been neglecting your snowcone until you felt the cold, syrupy water drip down your fingers. You hastily lapped up the tiny streams before you spoke, eye contact solely focused on Neige’s big brown doe eyes - which, you noticed, were now slightly darkened by that fear you’d seen earlier. “He had no right to touch you like that.” 

“I know!” Neige seemed almost relieved to be validated. “I’ve always been told that by Headmaster Ambrose, and my other teachers…and yet there are others who disagree. That man isn’t the first to handle me in such a manner. Thankfully he wasn’t the most forceful; there have been others who have told me I owe them such attention because of how much they support me. Pay to see my movies, buy products I endorse - things like that.” Neige looked like he was about to cry, and you felt like you were about to join him with what he said next.

“Even some people I’ve worked with - past managers, photographers, etc - have even said I’m selfish for denying my fans what they want.” 

“And they’re all wrong.” Your words were so matter-of-fact that the boy almost appeared surprised. You stopped in your tracks, feet away from the entry gates of the resort where you knew Neige and other RSA students were residing for their trip. As if in tune with your steps, Neige stalled in turn. “Just because they support you and do all that stuff doesn’t mean they have the right to do that. They don’t own you. You’re not their property.” 

You briefly threw your hands in the air. “I don’t know where people get that kind of audacity, entitlement, but they’ve gotta be batshit cra-!” You gasped as the flavored snow to atop your paper cone went crashing to the concrete path below. A hushed ‘aww man!’ breathed past your lips as you glared down at the colored frozen heap quickly melted from the heat of the asphalt. When your gaze flicked back to Neige, you saw he was equally as shocked and disappointed. You must look like two kids who just dropped their ice cream…that’s exactly what it was, really. You wouldn’t call yourself or Neige kids, however. 

“Anyways,” you said, under a sigh of frustration at your blunder. So much for your only free treat of the trip. “Never, ever feel like you have to sit there and take what horrible things someone dishes out. You can walk away at any time - if someone faults you for that, fuck ‘em!” You watched as Neige’s hand flew up to cover his mouth, dainty bag crinkling in his hold. Oh yeah, Neige didn’t really curse, did he? Not that you knew of, at least. 

“Sorry, sorry! I shouldn’t have cursed like that. Guess I’ve been around the guys too long.” 

“N-No, it’s alright.” What you didn’t expect to hear was the smallest, most adorable giggle erupt from the young man’s throat. “You would be surprised how many of my classmates curse. Che’nya nearly outdoes them all! He just keeps it down around our professors.” Well, you seemed to cheer him up from his previous depression; that was good. “That isn’t what I’m laughing about, though.” 

“What’re you laughing about, then?” you asked, genuinely curious. 

“Well…you reminded me of Vil when you said all those things. We don’t talk very much (though I wish we would talk more often), but I have heard him give such a speech to others in the past. Beginning actors, mostly, but sometimes stage hands, assistants - many people he comes into contact with. He’s such a strong, inspiring person - one I wish to be one day.” Neige’s smile was so kind, so pure, you suddenly understood why Rook held such a fondness for the actor. The fact it was directed at you, not a fan or camera or something, gave you butterflies. “And now, I wish to be as strong and brave as you, [Name].”

You quickly grew flustered under the man’s adoring gaze. A blush crept its way up to your cheeks as you fumbled with your empty snowcone. “I mean, I’m not that brave.” 

“Untrue!” Neige’s protest was so cute you couldn’t help but smile a little. “Che’nya told me that Trey told him how you helped Riddle come out of his overblot. That takes a lot of courage! I could never dream of facing such a thing!”

“It is pretty scary,” you admitted. “There were points in time I thought I was going to die, or at least get hurt. Sometimes I did get hurt…but I had friends to help me get out of those troubles.” While that blush stubbornly remained on your face, you met Neige eye-to-eye once more. “And that’s why you should tell a friend whenever that happens. Never be afraid to call out for help. Whether a celebrity or just a student, everyone needs it at some point.”

Your smile quirked up into a smirk. “If someone thinks otherwise,” you balled your free hand up into a fist and held it in front of you, “fuck ‘em.”

“Yeah!” Neige cheered, more enthusiastically than you thought he might. “Fuck ‘em!” The moment the naughty phrase left his lips, Neige let out a squeak and covered it again. His eyes darted in every direction, looking to see if anyone heard him. For once, to your luck, no one was about. As relief washed over the RSA second year, he went into another fit of giggles.

“Sorry!” he laughed. “I got too carried away.”

You shrugged away his apology. “Fine by me.” You shot him a wink as you pressed a finger to your lips. “I’ll never tell a soul~” 

Neige tittered so sweetly you almost thought you heard it wrong. “I very much appreciate it.” The pretty boy glanced down at the wet patch of concrete where your icy treat once lay. “I’m sorry about your snowcone…” 

You were also sorry, very disappointed, but you didn’t want to add another worry to the poor guy’s mind. So, you shrugged again and said, “Eh, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a snowcone - not like I can’t get another.” Partly a lie, as you didn’t know whether or not you could afford one with your extra tight budget. Maybe you could manage to convince a friend or professor to get you one in the future…

A little flinch jolted your body as a snowcone was thrust into your face. “Here,” Neige’s eyes practically glittered with determination, “take mine.” 

You shook your head and put your hands out in front of you, one still partially clasping your now crumpled paper cone. “N-No, you don’t have to-”

“I want to.” Neige’s frowny pout morphed into yet another angelic smile. “Like you said, there will be more opportunities to get a snowcone. Che’nya talked about us and some of our friends getting some later - so, I want you to have mine.” Something popped into the boy’s mind, which caused him to falter in his resolve, but just a tad. “I-I hope you like strawberries and cream. That’s the flavor. It’s artificially flavored-”

“How can you tell it’s artificially flavored?” you asked, actually curious. 

“My tastebuds are a little sensitive. Artificial strawberry tastes a bit different than actual strawberries do.” 

Huh, cool talent. Whether or not you enjoyed the taste of either the fruit or the cream didn’t matter at the moment; Neige’s gesture was too sweet to pass up. That, and how many times would you receive such a selfless act? At Night Raven College, likely as slim a chance as you not encountering another overblot in the next month or so. You took the snowcone from the boy’s fingers - which were very soft to the touch, you now noticed - as your smile widened in gratitude. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” Neige’s nod was so endearing you were starting to feel how Rook might have felt when he came face to face with his idol months ago. You were also beginning to see why Vil envied the man so much. He was irresistible! Neige folded his hands in front of his naval, fingers fidgeting with the handles of the pink bag as he spoke again. “Well, I best be going. Che’nya will grow worried if I don’t show up to the pool at the time we set.” 

“You’re the punctual type?” 

“Yes, very much. I wouldn’t want to be rude.” 

“I don’t know,” you mused. “I think a little rebellion would look cute on you.” Well where in Wonderland did that come from? Since when were you a smooth operator? You watched as Neige’s pale face took on a pink tinge around his cheeks and nose, and a little at the tips of his ears. Did he…like that? For the way his voice came out a little shy, he must have. 

“W-Well, I might have to take lessons from you on how to be rebellious later. I’ve never really thought about it…” 

“Che’nya hasn’t dragged you into trouble yet? It seems to be a habit of his at Heartslabyul.” 

“It is, yes. I could ask him, but I wouldn’t want to get into trouble at school, nor would I want to make Glynda angry-”

“Who’s Glynda?” 

“My current manager.” 

Ah. 

“Although…” Neige peeked up at you again, an equally timid smile across his face. “I don’t have much scheduled for June. School will not be in session then; maybe, when we’re out for the summer, you could teach me a bit then?”

Wait…was he…? Nah, couldn’t be. THE Neige LeBlanche would not ask you on a date. With a cheery lint under your tone, you replied, “Yeah, sure! Just send me a te-” You thought about your dinosaur age, crap phone Crowley had graciously given you over winter break. You decided against your previous suggestion. 

“Actually, just send me a letter or something. My phone’s…broken.” 

“I’ll be sure to do so the moment the time comes.” Neige took a few steps back, about to take his leave. He lifted his hand and gave a little wave. “Well, goodbye, [Name]. Thank you for helping me. I hope we can spend more time together soon.” 

“Yeah, I hope so too.” 

In minutes, the man was gone, disappearing through the glass doors and into the hotel lobby. You stared after him for a few seconds more before you turned toward the front gates, making your way back to your own resort. It’d be quite the walk - you couldn’t afford a cab or bus, or whatever transport they had in the area. By the time you’d get back to your hotel, it’d be close to dinner time. No need to have someone send a search party out for you. So, you took a bit of a speedy pace as you walked out the open gates and down the road. 

All the way back, you thought about the promise you made to Neige. You two hadn’t really talked before then; now, it seemed, you two were forming a friendship. To think your first hang out would be you teaching the good boy how to rebel! Just what would you teach him, you wondered. Maybe you could get Ruggie to teach you how to pick a lock…that would be a good start, right? And it’d be useful in sticky situations the young man might run into one day. The beauty couldn’t always rely on someone to come and save them!

Beauty…yeah, yeah Neige was really pretty. Your heart fluttered as you recalled how those big brown orbs beheld you as though you were the most wonderful thing in existence. Your own pupils trailed down to the snowcone in your hand. The icy crystals, bright red mixed with pale cream, twinkled in the sunlight. Little bites had been taken out of the treat by Neige earlier; to eat the shaved ice that’d graced the celebrity’s lips would almost be like giving him an indirect… With a heavy heart and a pang of guilt, you tossed the snowcone into the nearest garbage can. You just couldn’t do it - it felt too intimate for a boy you barely knew. 

For now, at least. 

[littleskeletonprincessss]

Anniversary

Congratulations you all get a lil schlatt smut that my brain won't let go so i'm writing it so I can get enough sleep to go to church tomorrow. MDNI below the break!

Lol I thought about titling this 'blurb' but uh nvm i guess.

"Shut the fuck up, broad."

"Oh real original, Schlatt. That's all you can come up with? Dumbass. I know it's so terrible that I wanted you home at a decent hour on our goddamn anniversary!"

"You know what, you're on your own tonight. I'm going out where I won't be annoyed to shit."

Schlatt had slammed the door shut after grabbing his keys and jacket.

Schlatt had had a slight temper as long as you'd known him, and you were usually able to put up with it. You were usually the one to talk him down from his tantrums.

But tonight you were in a bad mood when he finally opened the front door after being at work all day. It was your anniversary, and not only had he done nothing to acknowledge it all day, not even a quick text, he was late for the dinner you'd spent all week learning and all afternoon cooking. You'd even told him that morning that you were making something special for dinner and to please not be late.

You knew how hard he worked to provide for your little family, and it's not that you weren't grateful, it was just less of a family without him and instead a pathetic lonely woman with her cats.

When he'd finally opened the front door, he'd walked in, stumbling over one of Jambo's toys that the tabby had dragged around all day wanting to play with you.

"Y/N what the fuck is this? I spend all day at work and you can't even bother to clean up?"

That's what had started the back and forth yelling match bringing you to your current place, sitting at the kitchen counter, picking at the meal you'd prepared, the spat chasing your appetite away, but not your thirst, which was evident by the emptying bottle of wine you'd opened.

You missed the Schlatt you dated before Youtube, Twitch, Chuckle Sandwich, Sleep Deprived, and the growing list of his companies. Before he was always so high strung and stretched this way and that. He'd come home, excited to sit down for dinner to tell you about his day. You two would move to the couch for a movie before eventually making your way to bed. You missed the simple, happy moments when you'd adopted Jambo, and then later when you'd adopted his brother.

You loved Schlatt, you really did. But did you deserve the attitude that he always seemed to have?

Deciding you'd had enough, you pushed your plate away and climbed the stairs to your bedroom. Opening the closet you reaching to the top shelf to pull down your suitcase, laying it on the bed and unzipping it to start filling it with anything you'd need for a temporary hotel stay.

While putting the last few items in, you heard the front door for the 3rd time that night. Schlatt didn't say anything, but you heard him hanging his jacket and walking to the kitchen before starting towards the stairs.

"Honey?"

You stayed silent, as you heard him move his way down the hall, his heavy footfalls signaling his every move.

Zipping your suitcase you lifted it off the bed and onto the floor as Schlatt stepped into the doorway.

"Baby, what are you doing?" he asked, eyeing the suitcase in your hand.

"I think we need some space, Schlatt. Obviously we're having some issues and I think it's best we spend some time away from each other."

"What? No. Sweetheart, please." Schlatt grabbed your wrist trying to pull you to him.

"Let me go, Schlatt."

"No, y/n. Please lets talk about this." Being as strong as he was, despite your resistance Schlatt was able to sit on the bed, pulling you into his lap.

Pushing off his lap, you opted for sitting next to him, crossing your arms and bringing your knees up.

"Baby i'm so sorry for earlier...It'd been a long day, and I know that's no excuse for yelling but I--"

Sighing, you uncrossed your arms slightly, leaning your head back against the headboard.

"It wasn't just that, Schlatt." you said, cutting him off. "I'm used to being your punching bag after work. Someone to vent you frustrations to. But what made it worse tonight was that tonight, of all nights, I asked you to be home on time for dinner. I thought I'd do something nice for our anniversary." You whispered sadly, your head falling to look at your lap.

"Shit, I forgot. Baby, I'm so so sorry." Schlatt brought an arm around your shoulders, leaning and pulling you to rest on him. He placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Let me make it up to you? We can go downstairs, heat up dinner, pretend earlier never even happened. We can even watch one of those cheesy movies you like. Cuddle on the couch, just you, me and the boys. Huh? How's that sound?" You could hear the hope in his voice.

"Schlatt, I'm sorry. But I don't think i'm in the mood for any of that anymore."

Schlatt let out a defeated sigh. "Okay, baby. How about a bath? I'll make you up a nice one with candles, a bath bomb, nice warm water, a nice relaxing bath."

"I don't know, Schlatt-"

"Sugar, please. Let me try and fix this." Schlatt looked at you with the desperate puppy dog eyes, big and brown, he'd learned you couldn't resist over the course of your relationship.

Seeing those eyes made you almost forget why you were upset with him. Hearing his desperate pleas, and how much he wanted to set things right, this was the Schlatt you'd fallen in love with.

Giving in, you pull him into a kiss. Feeling his shoulders relax some, knowing he'd broken through the icy exterior you were giving him, he whimpered into your kiss, he wrapped one arm around your back, holding you close as he leaned more into the kiss, moving to lying you down, hovering over you.

As the wine you'd had earlier started to kick in, the kisses got less gentle, and the touches got a little less innocent, while the feelings of love, passion, sorrow, forgiveness, were all heightened. This was nowhere near your first time having sex with Schlatt, but few times before had it felt this way.

As you drew closer to your climax, you looked up at the man hovering over you, arms on either side of your head supporting the majority of his weight as the rest pressed deliciously against you, his hips snapping at a steady rhythm into you, soft grunts escaping his lips.

Threading your fingers through his dark curls, you pulled him into another kiss, one that your tried pouring your entire heart into. Every feeling, every thought you tried conveying through it. Schlatt did the same, as his thrusts sped up, pressing deeper into you, and you moaned into each others mouths as you came together.

Pressing his forehead against yours, grounding each other as you came down from your high, Schlatt pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Please don't fucking scare me like that ever again, y/n. Please don't give up on me. Don't give up on us."

"Oh baby, I won't. I promise."

"I'm serious, Princess." Schlatt stated, looking into your eyes. "My love, you are the most important thing in my life and the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, bar none. If I ever lost you-" Schlatt choked out the last sentence, as he looked away.

"Schlatt, baby are you crying?" You whispered, bringing his face back to yours. He wasn't making eye contact with you anymore, but now that he was facing you, you were able to see the tears forming in his eyes. "Oh, handsome, come here." You cooed, pulling his head down towards you. Schlatt buried his face in your neck, and you could feel the hot tears he had been trying to hide, your fingertips trailing across his bare back as you comforted him, trying to calm the deep breaths he took as he cried into your neck.

"I love you, Schlatt." You whispered in his ear, once his sobs had quieted.

"I love you, y/n. So much."

A few minutes passed as you laid in each others warmth, soaking in the raw feelings hanging in the air.

"So about that bath.." You started, smiling feeling Schlatt grin into your shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah. In a minute. I was at work all day you know and just went through some very extraneous activity."

[anangelinthepit]

Bruise my Bones but leave My Heart Alone

Part 2

Again my angels just a replied with a few changes here or there. Please be advised this Soren contains touchy subject so please read with caution. I love you all dearly ❤️ as always with love Magenta

Two weeks have already passed by and I still haven’t gotten anything in the mail from Bad Omen, and to be 100% honest I’m not surprised. I still feel so silly for doing that, they probably laughed and threw my letter in the trash. Not to mention my grandmother’s necklace .

“What the actual fuck is wrong with me? How stupid can I actually get? Grandma I’m so sorry.” I said with tears welding up in my eyes.

“Why the hell are you crying now.” Jason said while standing in the doorway.

“Oh nothing, I was watching a sad video about a mama cat who lost her baby.” I said while looking down at my phone

“You’re such a crybaby. It’s so fucking annoying sometimes. Cats are literally the worst animal. Anyways, Delilah and Malibu invited us over tonight, she said she had to talk to us about something. Do you have an idea on what it might be?” He looked at me with a raised brow and cigarette burning in hand. I know if I say the wrong thing that cigarette is gonna end up on my thigh again.

“I’m not sure baby. Last time I talked to her she said she wanted to go shopping but I wasn’t able too.” Biggest lie I’ve ever told but I’m treading lightly.

“Well, get dressed cause we’re gonna leave soon. No fucking tube tops, no one wants to see your damn belly handing out.” He said while flicking his cigarette on the floor.

“Okay so what should I wear?” I realized after I said that I had a bit of an attitude to my voice. My body started to tense up as he walked over towards my closet. This is gonna go two ways

“Wear this, you look pretty in light blue,”

He brought this blue sundress out and walked towards me to show it. Suddenly he had this questionable look on his face. I was just as confused because I literally didn’t say anything.

“Where’s your necklace?” He said sternly

I played stupid and asked him what he was talking about. I felt my chest start to thump and played up a pretend freak out.

“Calm down you probably lost the stupid thing in the bed somewhere.” He said looking around

“Maybe if someone wouldn’t have ripped it off my neck then it wouldn’t have fell.” I said under my breath

Big. Fucking. Mistake

Jason grabbed my face and stared me in the eye

“You really wanna go there? I suggest you shut your fucking mouth and get your clothes on before I change my mind.”

He laughs and pushes my face away. God this arrogant prick has seriously pushed me to my limit, but what possessed me to open my mouth like that? I know better.

We got dressed and made the car ride over to Delilah’s place. As always she was her spunky self and welcomed us with open arms

“So you guys are probably wondering why I brought you all here.” She said sitting down at the table where we had a game sprawled out

“Obviously, now what is it my anxiety is sky high.” Jason said

“Okay Malibu drum rolll please.”

“BAMN! VIP tickets to Bad omens with a meet and greet!” Delilah said slapping the tickets on the table.

“Oh shit no way! It’s next week that’s what’s up.” Jason said

“So we’re going ?” I questioned

“Of course baby. Anything for you!” Jason said kissing my forehead

Don’t be fooled, he only acts like this when we’re in front of others. Guess he’s afraid of his friends to see his true colors. We started our game night and had a lot of laughs, I was having such a good time It almost made me forget that when we go home all hell always breaks loose. Thankfully tonight wasn’t one of those nights, it’s great when passes out drunk because he’s easier to deal with. Delilah and Malibu followed us back home and helped me with him. Lord knows I can’t lift that man up these stairs.

We all carried him to bed and that was it for the night. No slapping , no trying to force me to have sex , just a night where I can be alone with my thoughts. Mali and Delilah said their goodbyes and left for the night. I don’t usually get too many moments by myself, but when I do I try to take them and reflect. I looked around our living room and just collapsed.

The over whelming feeling of finally being safe because he’s passed out isn’t something I should be happy about. I should always feel safe in my home but I can’t do that with him.

“It’s time.” I whispered to myself

The next week went so quick and before I knew it, it was the night of the concert.

Delilah bought me a TDOPDM shirt that was tie dye. Of course Jason said to make mine a 2x so it could look like dress on me but I didn’t care. I was able to make it look cute with my chucks and fish net tights.

We arrived at the venue for the concert and I was so excited. Jason tried keeping a leash on me but couldn’t do it very well since Envie was next to me. Bad Omens was about to start playin soon and the guys wanted to go get food. “Seriously” I thought to myself

Out of all fucking times they could have did this they choose right now right before BO hits the stage . Delilah wasn’t having it and honestly neither was I. We started to walk away because it was getting crowded but Jason grabbed my arm and whispered into my ear…..

“Don’t even think about it, rules still apply even outside of the house.try something cute and I’ll fucking kill you” He hissed

Something came over me and I yanked my arm from him. I knew for a fact he wouldn’t try anything in public so I felt brave even though I would pay for it later….

“Delilah wait up for me!” I ran toward her and we finally secured our spots

“Everything okay? Jason looked pissed”

“No he’s fine, it’s just his resting hitch face.” I said shrugging it off

I would never say that in front of him for obvious reason.

We made it early enough to where our spots were right up front. The best part about this whole thing was there were no barriers. Meaning I could reach out to Noah and possibly get to hold his hand.

The show was about to start and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. Nothing else mattered in this moment expect Bad Omens.

Nick and folio walked out, then Jolly. The crowd got louder as each band member took their spots on the stage, but nothing will compare to the sound the crowd made when Noah appeared

“HOW ARE WE DOING TONIGHT!”

A giant fucking roar came from the crowd. Screaming, crying, yelling. You name it the crowd was doing it. I was standing there in awe, because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“DO YOU GUYS KNOW THIS ONE ?”

“CONCRETE”

“JUNGLE!”

God his eyes and face are even more beautiful in person.

“I CANT FUCKING HEAR YOU. LOUDDDEEEERRR CONCRETE”

“I really underestimated how tall he actually is.”

“JUNGLE!”

Staring at Noah’s beautiful features, something caught my attention that put me in an overwhelmed state.

What is that around his neck? It’s doesn’t look like his usual chain. I thought to myself.

“CONCRETE”

At this point the chant kept going but I was completely stunned. Standing there like a statue, I noticed it was a gold chain.

A gold chain with a cross on it.

Oh. My. God.

Is he wearing my necklace ?!?!?!

“Y/N? Y/N! Girl are you okay?!?”

Delilah snapped me out of my hypnotized state. I think all the color was probably drained from my face because she looked genuinely concerned

“Are you feeling okay ? you look like you saw a ghost.” She said with her hand on my shoulder

“I’m fine I just got dizzy for a moment.” I said shaking it off

YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING AWESOME !

Bad Omens started to go down their list of songs from their TDOPOM album. It dawned on me that neither of us had send our boyfriend. Personally, I thought it was a blessing but Envie was worried. She said she wanted to go look for them. I tired to convince her to stay but she was persistent. Even though I didn’t wanna lose my spot but I wasn’t gonna let her go alone. Girl code.

“Nah girl you stay right here, This is your first ever concert and I’m not gonna let you miss it just to go find those bozos. Besides we still got our meet and greet.”

She hugged me and started to make her way thought the crowd. When I turned back around I almost had a heart attack. Before looking all the way up I saw two black boots inches away from my face. It was Noah, and he was standing right above me. Like I could literally bite his boot if I was that much of a freak. We were officially making eye contact with each other. Could he actually see me or was he staring at something else ?

“What’s your name ?” Noah said into mic

“Y/n!” I yelled.

He leans down to the point where were face to face. The color probably left my body and my eyes were popping out of my freaking head. Not only was Noah looking into my eyes, but I confirmed he’s wearing my cross necklace.

“Okay Y/N”

He grabs my hand and starts singing

“You say we got nothing in common, too bad never even got started.”

The biggest smile came across my face and Noah recognized it, he smiled back at me and gently let go of my hand. He began to walk back on the stage while still keeping a small amount of eye contact with me. God those eyes are so beautiful, it’s like I can’t look away from him.

“Delilah is never going to freaking believe this.” I thought.

Almost an hour later I spotted Envie with the guys a little behind me. She waved while Jason just gave me a death glare

“Weight down on me still tillll morning weigh down would you say I’m worthy?”

“YOU GUYS WERE AWESOME TONIGHT! Thank you so much we are Bad Omens!”

We all cheered, and just like that I experienced my first concert. I finally caught up with Delilah and Jason, we gave each other a hug while I thanked her for this.

“Girl I saw that !”

“Saw what?.” I asked

“Noah fucking Sebastian sang to you. Not to mention the entire band was starting at you

Delilah telling me that, made my heart sink into my stomach. The entire band was looking at me? Why didn’t I notice? Come to think of it, every time I looked up Nick was also looking at me too. So weird that people in the crowd could notice,but it is just Envie. She is pretty observant.

“Oh Jason you better be careful, Noah might steal your girl. I saw him take her hand a sing to her.” Envie mocked

“Yea we’ll see about that. When does this meet and greet bullshit start.” Jason scoffed

“In 20 minutes.” Envie said looking at her watch

“Okay we’ll meet up with you guys. Y/n and I gotta go call her mom back.” Jason said looking at his phone.

“My mo-.”

Beige I could finish questioning what was obviously a lie , Jason pulled my arm and made us walk towards the bathrooms. Of course this is the one fucking area of the entire venue that is pitch black. Out of all freaking places.

“Babe please there’s people h-

*SLAP*

Jason slapped me as hard as possible across the face and threw me up against the stone wall.

“You think this fucking shit is cute Y/N? I haven’t fucking taught you a lesson in a while. Maybe I should right here right now.” Jason said in my ear while home clutching my throat.

Jason lifted my shirt and tried to pull down my tights. Even with his hand around my throat I still let out a scream praying it would attract attention. Sure enough it did.

“Everything okay back here?” A voice said

“Don’t say a fucking word.” Jason wishers

“Uh Yea man everything’s fine.

Jason said Still having his hand around my throat.

“You sure dude, we heard someone screaming. Ms are you okay?” Another voice said

“Yo mind ya fucking business man.” Jason spat

Jason’s till had his hand around my theory but I was able to slightly turn my head. When I did I saw 4 figure walking towards us, and if I were Jason I would have been scared shitless.

I still couldn’t fucking believe what I was seeing. The 4 figures were Noah, Nick, Jolly, and Folio, this is a fucking dream. Well at least I’m gonna be dreaming if Jason doesn’t take his hand off my throat.

I gotta admit they have impeccable timing. At this point I could feel Jason’s grip loosen. I think that’s the first time I’ve actually seen him scared of someone, it was almost satisfying.

“We’re making it our fucking business. I suggest you take your hand off her throat before I slit yours.” Noah said with his arms crossed.

“Eh you think you fuckers scare me, I’m taking my girl home tonight and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Ms please walk toward us, I promise he won’t hurt you with us standing here. ” Nick said reaching out his hand out

“She not gonna listen to you fucks.” Jason scoffed

I pushed Jason off me as hard as I could and sprinted towards Nick,literally falling into his arms. Probably should have just grabbed his hand but my legs were about to give out from my nerves.

Jolly, Folio, and Noah started to walk toward Jason and by the looks of it they were about ready to fuck his whole world up

“Please don’t hurt him.” I blurted out tears streaming down my face.

They all looked at me confused, which was understandable because Jason was literally about to rape me when they found us. I don’t know what possessed me to ask them not to hurt him. I guess some part of my heart still had love for him, even if he continuously beat the shit out do me.

“Jason I’m done with you, get the fuck out of here before I let them hurt you.” I said with tears dripping down my face

“You think I’m letting you go that easily you got another thing coming. You’ll have to come home eventually bitch. YOU ARE MY GI-“

Without skipping a beat Noah turned around punched him in the face. Jason hit the ground, groaning in pain while spitting out a tooth.

“Judging by the way her lip is busted I just gave you taste of what you been doing.” Noah said kneeling down to Jason

Jason looked up at all of us and glared. I use to be so afraid of that stare but right now I felt like no one could touch me.

“I suggest you do what MY girl says and get the fuck outta here.” Noah said

“His Girl” I thought to myself

Jason got up and gave us the finger,

It felt so good watching him be the one limping this time. I turned to the guys to thank them and they were already walking away.

“WAIT!” I yelled.

Noah turned around and put his finger up to his mouth giving me the hush sign. I was confused but being the obedient girl Jason made me, I just nodded my head and went to go find Envie. They were in line for the meet and greet, also looking irritated.

“Hey guys.” I said calmly

“Girl there you are! I was worried because I thought you were gonna miss the meet and greet but these fuckers are running late. Anyways Where’s ya man’s?” Envie said looking behind me.

“We’ll talk about that later. Look! Here they come! I said pointing.”

We were about 5th in line which didn’t take long. I could see Noah’s fist was bruised from punching Jason, and for some odd reason I found that very hot.

“Snap out of it Y/N. He is a human not a piece of meat.”

Before I knew I was again face to face with the man who saved my life. I still noticed he was wearing my necklace. Does he know I’m the girl who sent it ?

“Hey did you enjoy the show? “ Noah asked while smiling at me

Alright coo, I guess we’re just gonna Pretend

“Yea you guys did great! You were all my first concert ever. “

“Oh yea ? hear that guys ? Her first concert” he smiled. The rest of the guys shared a fake smile with him. For performers they are awful at lying.

“ Noah I did have a question for you. If you don’t mind.” He looks at me with a stern and questioning look. I also noticed the rest of the band was now staring at me too.

“Sure! Ask away.” He says

“That’s a really pretty necklace, where did you get it?” I said in a cute snarky tone

Noah looked at me and smiled

“A fan gave it to me and asked me to keep it safe.” He said looking down at my poster and signing it.

“That was nice that you did that for her.” I said without thinking

Noah paused mid sign and looked at me

“Her?” He said

“I mean it’s a pretty girl necklace, sorry I assumed. Um Thanks for signing my poster.” I said nervously.

I think I’m getting a little too brave for my own good. I went down the line and each band member was now staring at me. It made me nervous because it was the same stair that Jason would give me. A cold stair with nothing behind the eyes, followed by a fake smile.

I got my poster signed and went about my way. Delilah and Malibu wanted to get food, the thought of eating made my stomach hurt because of everything I went through today. I told them I would meet up with them once I used the bathroom. I wasn’t going to the dark one so I looked around for something well lit.

I found one that was near what looked like where all the tour buses were parked. I didn’t see a sign that said I couldn’t go in so I took my chances. Of course it looked like something horror from a horror film, nevertheless I wasnt gonna take my chances with the bathroom that was pitch black again. I washed my hands and heard a loud thud sound followed by voices. What the hell was that? This is the girl restroom why are there dudes near here. I sighed and dried my hands, like inhavent been through enough already. What else does God have planned for me tonight? Bracing myself for the pervert comments that are waiting for me, I walked out the bathroom and was met with 4 familiar figures towering over someone. I knew immediately it was the members of Bad Omens. What I didn’t know until Noah moved to clean of his knife was the person they were towering over was Jason

“Jason?” I said to myself in shaky voice

Guess I wasn’t as good at whispering like I thought was because all 4 guys turned and looked. When my eyes adjusted to the dark, I got a good look at what was going on. Jason wasn’t moving.

Or breathing.

“Uh oh”

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I love you all

[kimmexart]

hey..🌚should do a match up with me and dbd/slashers... (we both know who i really wanna be paired up with)

okie dokie so my personality is pretty quiet and timid around others. i don't talk much at school (even with my friends LMAO) and i always have my headphones on. im desi with pretty light olive skin (i have no melatonin) and brown eyes! i have dyed burgundy hair that runs up to my breasts that's naturally a little wavy but i always straighten it because i HATE how it looks natural. i have wispy bangs too :3

my hobbies are batman, i literally collect all batman related things, cats, horror movies, video games, drawing and baking. and writing heheheh!! im an INTP and im a huge rainy day and gilmore girls and gothic architecture lover >.‹

i'm 5'4 and i'm extremely sensitive so id prefer my lover to be someone who's quiet and understanding yk, someone who doesn't make fun of me for crying easily or being clingy. i collect ghostface merch for a living as well LMAO.

my appearance isn’t very skinny but i’m not chubby either, i’m like literally in the middle. i have barely a tummy but i have thicker thighs and a round face. i work out everyday by going to the gym when it’s about to close )because i prefer not socializing with others) and i do cardio and pilates.

sorry this is kinda messy i’ve never done one of these before but i saw your page and your cute lil match ups and i knew i had to!! thank you 💗💗

HAHAH ILY ILL DO YOUR RESIDENT EVIL ONE ON A SEPARATE ONE 😫😫 but i’ve been working crazy hours so i apologize if it’s late and sloppy 🙁🫶

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I shall match you with…

Ghostface (Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson)

******

You were supposed to be one of his victims. A silly little one you are, he followed you home. Lurking in the shadows and thank to the help of the loud music blasting from your headphones masking his footsteps.

He had been following you for weeks now as the days went by he grew more and more intrigued. He hid in the darkness creeping outside one of the windows as he watched you play one of your favorite video games.

“What your favorite scary movie?” his voice was low, but smooth you didn’t recognize the voice as you picked up the phone.

“who’s this?” you asked pushing your eyebrows in confusion pausing the video game. The voice on the other end let out a dry chuckle “Answer the question.”

“Well, i guess… (insert Favorite Movie)” You said softly.

“a classic” he responded with a approving hum as he flipped the knife in between his fingers “I knew i liked y’a”

“uh, okay?” you respond awkwardly “anyways.. im busy i should go now” you cleared your throat hanging up the phone before he could stop you.

*ring*

*ring*

The phone began to ring soon after, “Look leave me the fuck alo-“ You blurted through the open line as you held the phone up to your ear.

“Your gonna get it now!” His voice was more sharper and direct. it caused you to tense almost instantly “You don’t get to hang up the phone doll! that isn’t how it works.”

A creaking sound made your head snap to the direction. your eyes glanced over to the window that was once closed now wide open with the moonlight peeking through, and a breeze pushing the curtains.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you dropped the phone and made a run for it, “Logical as always babe!” It was the man over the phone- however his voice was somewhere in your house.

He followed you into your bedroom, a grin underneath his mask as he stared at the closet “i only wanna play” he said with a chuckle “tell me about that scary movie” he crouches infront of the closet door.

You peeked through the small crack to see the cheap mask and leather cloak, your pupils completely dilated unable to respond.

he played with the blade his leather gloves gliding over the knife, “your no fun like this” he said forcing the closet door open, weeks- that’s how long he prepared for this moment he forced your body to the ground straddling your hips. He used his left hand to pin your hands over your head which the knife in his right.

You squirmed and screamed at him to stop trying to free yourself.

He held the knife tightly as he stabbed the knife- he aimed for your head but instead it buried itself into the wood flooring besides your head.

He let out a shakey breath, this was the first time he wasn’t able to kill his victim. How he hated this feeling- he failed. Weeks of preparation and now when having you all to himself he couldn’t.

This was going to be his masterpiece, the perfect crime

The crime no one will ever forget.

“Fuck.” he muttered underneath the mask as he pulled the knife out from the ground and forced himself off.

“Fuck!” he said placing the bottom of his boot against your chest. He looked down at you full of anger and annoyance even if you couldn’t see his reaction you knew. Letting out a small cry as you tried to force his shoe off. “i’m watching, i’m always going to be fucken watching” he says before he disappeared into the night.

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“So that’s all that happened?” The pale man across from you type, a small scar on his forehead.

Your head was in your hands in frustration and Annoyance hearing the constant typing from his computer “Yes Danny” you said curtly.

The two of you were at a cafe, Danny was a journalist who had heard about your experience with the new serial killer- who you found out was named ‘Ghostface’

“It was as if he could kill me- no he wanted to” you said taking a small sip of your warm drink “He tried- but couldn’t he wasn’t weak at all, he was… amazing”

His fingers froze, Danny’s eyes glanced back up at you. he was flustered by the fact you called him ‘Amazing’

He nodded “Well,” he clears his throat before continuing “Just be more aware of your surroundings from now on, maybe have some friends stay over”

“i just moved here, im new and don’t have friends or family in town” you said with a small sigh.

He knew that of course, He wasn’t stupid he did stalk you for weeks following you around town and going through your stuff at home to learn more about you.

he wrote his number on a small sticky note “call me, i’ll be your friend” he said with a dry chuckle

as he laughed your eyes flickered in recognition but only for a moment. something about him was off, you couldn’t pin point what. brushing off those thoughts you gave him a small smile and nod “thank you Danny,”

you hand gently brushed over his as you grabbed the stick note.

He’s truly become obsessed with you.

———-

Danny huffed in annoyance as he hooked the last victim onto the hook. He walked away he dug into his cloak pulling out a photo of you.

A frown decorated his lips as he waited for the entity to start a new trial, he missed you dearly you were his favorite victim and partner.

His fingers gently grazed over the folded polaroid.

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(What if like, you just appeared in a trail as a new survivor bc the entity was getting tired of danny lacking. But you would only see him as ghostface and not danny. but like would he kill you?) 😫😫 making me think about the yummy angst taht could come from this.

It was between him or Legion 😫😫 but we both know why i picked danny. anyways i luv this idea. i usually write it out differently like sections but this is something new. it’s 2 am so if it’s messy i’m sorrryyyy. I luv writing danny as mean but silly. Hope you enjoy!!!

[mmmichyyy]

Hello 🤗 if you're still taking prompts, numbers 30 and 65 please

#30: "be you. no one else can." #65: "i don't want you to stop."

welcome to the company! happy to help if you have any questions or need my assistance with anything :) -ian

mickey stares at the bright yellow sticky note on his keyboard, then looks over his cubicle. the tall ginger is chatting with some of the other employees by the water cooler, all sunshine and smiles like a bright light in the dull, grey office.

he crumples up the note and debates whether to toss it in the bin. he's not here to make friends - especially not the office assistant who looks like a walking motivational poster. the guy probably gets off on cheesy quotes like dream big! or live laugh love! or be you, no one else can! hell no. he's here to collect a paycheck so he can pay rent. that's it.

but, for some unexplainable reason, mickey can't bring himself to throw the note away. so before he can think too much about it, he opens the empty drawer in his desk and sweeps the piece of paper inside. whatever. it doesn't mean anything. nope.

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the collection of neon sticky notes in his drawer grow as the weeks go by.

hope your first week of work went well!

going on a coffee run, let me know if you need anything :)

noticed you were asking around for a pen, so i just grabbed you a whole pack from the supply closet :)

we're all going to the taco truck on the block for lunch today, come with if you want!

just a heads up, avoid martha unless you want to listen to her talk about her cats for an hour lol

restocked the pantry with a bunch of snacks, if you're hungry :)

hey do you think robert will be offended if i tell him his toupee is crooked??

mickey hadn't replied to any of the messages at this point. he knows he's not special - ian probably leaves hundreds of notes for everyone, the attentive dork that he is. but the last note catches him off guard and he can't help but let out a loud snort.

without overthinking it, he scribbles a reply on a notepad and sticks it on ian's desk.

you should tell him the thing on his head looks like a dead raccoon. -m

later in the afternoon, mickey holds back a grin when he bumps into robert in the washroom, muttering under his breath while vigorously adjusting his hair.

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it takes him a few more weeks to realize that not a lot of people in the office communicate via sticky notes. in fact, he's the only one who gets daily notes on his desk, so much so his drawer is nearly filled to the brim. he's really not sure what to make of it, actually. he's barely spoken ten words to ian in person, yet he has an entire physical collection of the guy's random thoughts and musings.

curiosity and intrigue (or perhaps his inexplicable attraction to redheaded alien-looking guys) get the better of him - so finally, he breaks all his rules and marches up to ian's desk.

"what's with all the notes, red?"

ian looks up, surprised, all wide-eyed and flushed cheeks. mickey thinks this is the first time they've been this close in each other's personal space, so close that he can see the light freckles smattered across ian's face. he resists the urge to trace the dots with his fingers - because that would be weird and not something coworkers do, right?

"sorry for bombarding you... you just seem so cool, but i noticed you don't really talk much and i guess i was too intimidated to approach you in person," ian says, looking sheepish. "i can stop if you think it's annoying..."

"no," mickey cuts in quickly. "um. i don't want... you don't have to stop. the notes are... nice." they're the highlight of my day, he thinks, but he doesn't say that out loud. not yet.

ian's entire face lights up and mickey has never seen anyone look more like the personification of an eager puppy. honestly, mickey doesn't think anyone has ever shown so much interest in him, ever, and it's kind of... endearing?

so, he takes a deep breath and decides to take the plunge.

"but you can talk to me too. in person. face to face. y'know, if you want. i'm fine with that."

ian nods enthusiastically. "maybe we can get to know each other over lunch today?" he asks in a hopeful tone. "the diner around the corner makes a really mean burger."

mickey smiles. "only if you're buying."

[koiijournal]

Yandere!Hybrid Puppy x Male reader

Recently you've been thinking if you've made the right decision to take this puppy home.

You're currently inside the bathroom showering, the water drops down to your body, feeling fresh but you got another problem to worry at hand.

The scratching sound by the door, you've expected on who it is. It was the puppy you had just adopt from an animal care.

"Haa.. I will come out soon, okay? Just wait outside I only need a bit of time"

You gently told to your hybird pet outside the door, hoping he would be convinced by your words. But the sound by the door just got louder after what you've just said, I guess it didn't work after all.

"But..! But! W–why should I wait when I can be inside w–with you!! Let me in pleasee..! Please! I've been a good boy..!"

You could only sigh and ignore his pleas, you were to tired to handle this situation. I mean, you've been giving him affection and played with him 24/7 hours! Yet it still seems like you isolated him the whole time!!

His tail wagging left and right while his ears drops down, leaning on to the door where you're just right behind there! He began to try and open the door desperately, it's like he couldn't breath if you weren't right beside him. What if something happens to you while you're in there?! He would never forgive himself if that ever happens! So won't you let him in?

He tried to take a peek with the gap under the door but went back up with his ears active again when he heard the sound of the shower stopped, now his tail are wagging 10x times more than before.

The door finally opened to his wishes, you Dr and before him with a white towel covering your body that is covered in water.

He immediately hugs your leg tightly and rubbing his head repeatedly, he looks up to you with the little tears he shed earlier when you were still inside, he was so sad without you!

"M–master! I feel like I could die if you hadn't come! I love you so much..! Please pet me I've been patient..!!"

You did as he wished but thoughts fills your mind

'what a hassle.. I can't even have a time alone these days.. Why did I even took him in! I'm a cat lover!! He really got me at the puppy eye back in the animal care..'

He tilt his head when you stopped petting him and walk away to your closet, seeing your choices of clothing to start the morning. You look back to him and he immediately sit straight.

"So.. Are you going to.. Go outside or..? I'm need to change"

You didn't know that your words made him have a break down the next second, geez! All you meant was a little privacy..

Huge amount of tears had already starting to roll down from his puffy red eyes.

"W–what do you mean..?! Do you want to kick me out..? Why! I want to stay by your side, please let me do that!! Do you not love me anymore..? NO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!"

He quickly runs to your leg once again, begging and begging so awfully desperate.

"Please I.. Sobs want to hiccup I don't want to hiccup leave master.."

You were baffled at this, I mean it's not like you're leaving him forever! Even though you wish you could. Don't get yourself wrong!! You're just.. not the type of person to openly give love to everyone.

"No.. It's not that .. It's just.. Uh.."

You tried to think how to put your words but he already assumed a conclusion before you could think further.

"A–are you.. embarrassed to show your body? It's fine, I won't judge or anything!! Here, look! I'll also take off my clothes–"

He actually starts to take off his clothes just like what he said but before he can start pull down his pants–

BONK!

Now he's kneeling outside your bedroom in shame, dry tears still stains his cheeks. He tried to scratch the door to get you to open but before he could do that, you alerted him.

"Don't. touch. the. door or i'll ignore you for a week."

He reverts back his hand to his lap and drops his head in more shame.

"Forgive me master..."

You can already hear his quiet sobs from the outside, he tried to hold it back. But you sighed, maybe you shouldn't have punched him. Now a small tint of guilt wonders around your heart.

You finished changing and opened the door to see his freshly new tears, oh what are you going to do with him..

"Idiot.. Does it still hurt?" You check on his forehead to see the damage you had just done.

He sobs in silent as he enjoys himself in your hand and care while nodding as a yes, it still stings in his head but hey! It was in his favour by the end of the day

While he was day dreaming in his hands, you kissed his forehead for it to get better okay yea! You know it's childish but it'll cheer him up!

His ears turned red completely as well as his brain who malfunctioned immediately! He mutters and stutters in his cries that's slowly leaving him before he completely turned red and fell unconscious in your arms.

[3-2-whump]

Unlikely Partnership

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N: Just because it's OC Takeover week doesn't mean you don't get new -hey, where did Khaled and Boss go?

J: (gestures to a closet where the sounds of clattering objects and skin on skin impact can be heard) Take a wild fucking guess.

N: Oh come on! And just as I was gonna introduce our chapter too!

J: I'll go get them, but for now, introduce the chapter.

TW/CW: slave whump, mentioned torture, plans of murder. That's all I can think of for this chapter, but please let me know if I missed any!

Nico had driven about halfway home by the time he realized he’d left it behind. Cellphone, wallet, keys, flash drive –wait, flash drive? He groaned. Did I leave it in the guard shack, on the desk, out in the open? He cursed under his breath as he found a mostly empty parking lot to turn into and begin his way back to the old house.

The lights weren’t on in the guard shack, meaning the late-night guard hadn’t shown up yet. The faint blue glow of a screen uncharacteristically illuminated the empty shack’s interior as Nico drove closer down the winding driveway. That’s weird, he thought. He pulled his jeep over to the side of the road, off into the bordering woods around the property, before heading down the rest of the driveway on foot with a loaded gun at his side.

As he got closer, he could see a person in a black denim jacket leaning over the console, too absorbed in the footage he was watching to even register there was another person sneaking up on him. The bluish light of the monitors’ screens cast ominous shadows over his somber face. A glimmer of a dermal piercing shone in his right cheekbone, matching the steel barbell in his left eyebrow, and the barely contained rage in his eyes. The man was distracted enough with whatever he was watching that he didn’t even notice Nico letting himself in and sneaking up behind him until his gun was practically touching the back of the stranger’s head.

“I’ll give you three seconds to tell me who you are and what the hell you’re doing here, and not a second more,” Nico threatened.

What he lacked in situational awareness the stranger more than made up for in quick reflexes, as he whipped around and quickly disabled the gun-wielding guard. Next thing Nico knew; he was bent over the security console with his dominant arm twisted uncomfortably behind his back and a hand twisted in his hair, holding his face against the switch for the gate. The gate slowly opened with a mechanical humming noise in front of them.

“Hmm, bad choice, vato,” his opponent purred in his ear. “Nobody holds a gun to my head!” The man let go of his hair and spun him around, only to punch him square in the jaw. Nico’s head bounced off the switch. The gate creaked its way shut once again. He tried shifting himself underneath the new adversary, at the very least so his head wouldn’t hit the switch and then alert anyone to the unusual activity going on at the entrance.

“Who the hell are you?” Nico finally got his hands in front of him and blocked the oncoming hit, catching his opponent’s fist and lurching them forward to slam his opponent’s back against the wall. “Where’s the night guard? What are you doing here?”

The stranger ignored his questions, his cat-like golden eyes flickering to the continuously playing footage on the camera behind them. “You knew, didn’t you?” he hissed accusatorily. “You knew all about the humiliations, the tortures, the rapes –and you did nothing?! Even worse, you saved them?! What did Khaled ever do to you to deserve this?!”

Wait, what? Nico took his eyes off his opponent to look behind him. His thumb drive was plugged into the computer, and a very familiar file was maxed out on the screen. It was the footage from last month, the one where Boss had nearly flayed Khaled alive in the T & I cellar after everyone went home from work. Nico himself could barely watch it himself without feeling sick, but this man made it much further in the video than he did. Which could only mean… “You’re Julio, aren’t you?”

The murderous rage was only quelled for a nanosecond. “Yeah, who’s asking?” he snapped.

“I’m Nico. Khaled’s friend, second shift security, law student.” He took the chance and let go of Julio, backing away to give the man some space. “Maybe he mentioned me?”

Julio smoothed out his coat with his hands before offhandedly shrugging. “He might’ve mentioned you, I guess.”

Nico rolled his eyes at his guest’s reticence as he politely offered him his chair. “How much has he told you?”

Julio took the peace offering, crumpling into the chair and throwing his head into his hands. “He’s told me nothing that you don’t already know, I’m sure,” Julio answered. His knuckles read ‘FUCK YOU!’ Nico found that interesting.

“He’s a slave, owned by the boss of one of the most powerful mafias in this goddamned city, and I have no idea what a scrapyard king/hitman like me can do about it.”

Scrapyard king? As Nico turned on the Keurig and began making his friend’s boyfriend a cup of coffee, he distantly remembered the gossip surrounding the chop shop gangs, especially Juicio Divino –Divine Judgement, as they liked to bill themselves. They were the reason lots of young g’s were depicting Death on a motorcycle now, with a gun tucked into his ephemeral cloak right next to the iconic scythe. What kind of apex predator did my friend snare? he wondered.

“You could do a hell of a lot more than me,” Nico consoled, passing the freshly expelled espresso to the dejected assassin. “I’m just a low-ranking nobody who’s been asked to guard the gate and keep his head in his books. I’ve been asking myself the same question for years now, and I am no closer to finding an answer.” He inclined his head to the thumb drive and the saved security footage, which was now looping back to the first days they met. “The best thing I can do for Khaled is save all this evidence for him in case he decides to take legal action against the Boss one day.”

“We know damn well he won’t do that,” Julio sighed. He gratefully took the mug and threw the drink straight back like a shot, not even wincing at the scalding temperature.

Nico’s jaw dropped in shock. “Jesus, dude, that wasn’t a whiskey I gave you!” he exclaimed.

“Well, it should’ve been.” Julio placed the empty mug on the console. He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket for only a second before procuring a liquor bottle. “Now we’re talking,” he said with a self-satisfied hum. He unscrewed the cap and poured some of the drink into the mug as Nico reached behind the Keurig to get his own. Julio poured out some liquor for him too before capping the bottle and tucking it back into his coat. “Now, I bet we have about an hour until the night guard I knocked out comes to in the middle of the woods, so let’s sit down and figure out a plan.”

Nico’s relief that Enzo hadn’t been outright murdered was quickly replaced by puzzlement. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Julio’s lips curled into a Cheshire cat grin. “Separately, you and I can’t do shit against Don Costa, but if we worked together, with your insider status and knowledge, and my expertise and access to resources, we can finally free our friend of that bastard for good!” He stuck out his ‘FUCK’ hand, primed for a handshake as his hazel eyes shone with mischief. “Well, what do you say?”

Nico raised his hand on instinct to meet his, but hesitated before he could commit to the gesture. He’d just gotten out of the doghouse with Don Costa, finally being able to meet with Khaled on his lunch breaks again, and he wasn’t exactly eager to get into trouble again. The Boss had threatened his tuition last time; what would he hold over his head this time? “Aren’t you worried about what he may do to you, or to your gang?” he asked.

“Ay, Nico, vato,” the man before him sighed wistfully, “there is nothing your mafia can do to me that they haven’t already done.” His wide smile dimmed, turning into something sad and contemplative. “They stole my hope, my future, my mentor and lover –the real question is, what are you willing to do –no, what are you willing to give to see Khaled happy and free, as he should be?”

Nico joined hands with Julio, resolutely shaking hands as he sealed a partnership that could only succeed or end in abject failure. He knew his answer. Anything. Everything.

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[ciaoteamo]

Curiosity killed the cat

pairings: james sullivan x reader

summary: You always get woken up by Sully at midnight when he comes out of your closet. But this time, you made sure to stay up, you were on a mission.

warnings: 18+ content, prob grammar errors

further warning: monster!sex, growling, marking, breeding, size difference, crying, sneaky sex, overstim

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3 Days. You had only 3 more days until summer was over and you start your third year in college.

Your major is chemistry. Science was something you found a little simpler than most subjects. You didn’t think it was that cool, but Sully? He loved it.

He enjoyed you telling him about what you learned for the week, sometimes asking you to do kiddy experiments too.

He was so adorable in that way, you always wondered if they all were like that on his side of the world. Is it something completely unreal? Or was it the same?

You always asked him to take you but he told you about how dangerous and fearful the monsters were. He actually told you about some little girl he used to see named Boo.

You could tell she was like a daughter to him. That’s actually how the two of you crossed paths, he climbed in your door one day by accident, looking for her.

You remembered how scared, confused, and interested you were in him. In someways, you still felt those feelings toward him, but recently, you’ve found yourself fantasizing about him.

You were always one to chase after your dreams, this time in a more literal sense. Tomorrow you have to leave and it wouldn’t be for another few months until you’d see him again.

Besides, how often do people get the opportunity to be in this situation? Sleep on a huge soft monster that visits you three times a week, have someone who has the same interests as you, have someone you connected with on a deeper scale.

Anyways, it’s time to get into the now. You check your alarm clock. 11:46. He should be coming soon. You have out his favorite snacks, fresh sheets, dim lighting, slightly revealing silk pjs, and usually you had on a hair wrap, this was a special occasion however, so you took it off and made yourself look pretty.

Your confidence was high, it felt like you were about to ask some younger shy person if it was true that they had a crush on you.

You suddenly hear your closet hangers knock against each other. You intensely stare at the door, losing your confidence as the seconds pass.

“geez, you’ve been shopping too much” James emerges from the doorway with a smirk. It was quickly replaced by an ecstatic expression once he laid eyes on the food.

“you know what, i should take this back then” You joke, pretending to pack up the cuisine.

“no no! i’m sorry” He chuckles, holding your hand in place to stop you. You look down and look up at him, he takes his hand off and awkwardly apologizes.

“how have you been?” You ask, smiling as you watch him devour everything.

“oh real good, guess who got a promotion” He dusts his shoulders.

“congratulations! you deserve it” You say.

“thanks, been working hard enough” He chuckles.

You talk and joke around while you eat the food, joking each other in the process. He tells you stories about his college days, some of it had you laughing so hard that your stomach was hurting.

When he finished you turned up the television, and comfortable silence was initiated after the last bite.

“so, we aren’t going to talk about you leaving soon?” He says flatly.

“well..” You look away.

“come on (N/N), you’re leaving in three days, we have to find something to send you away with!” He semi pouts.

“um…” Your heart was in your ass. You got this (Y/N). If anything goes wrong you can just never come back. You only live once.

“i mean it just doesn’t feel right that i got all this good food when you’re the one going away” He babbles on.

“…we could kiss…” You interrupt him quietly.

“hm?”

Jesus christ. “i said we could kiss..” You look away. You get silence in return and turn back to him, moving yourself closer to the head of the bed to hug yourself.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to… i just-“ Your words were cut off by a gentle kiss on the lips. You’re shocked at first, but you close your eyes and move your lips on rhythm with his soft ones.

The moment was blissful, strangely enough, both of you kept your hands to yourselves. Your tongues tasting everything both of you just ate.

Your breathing starts to get out of hand, resulting in both of you pulling away to regain composure.

“wow” He sighs.

“wow is right, i didn’t expect that” You raise your eyebrows.

“you didn’t expect that? what made you suggest that?” He counters.

“um” Your cheeks tingle as you turn away. “just curious”

“curious?” He echos.

“yeah..”

“curiosity killed the cat you know?” He questions.

“that’s what i’m hoping for” You look back at him.

“huh?” He asks.

“nothing, never mind” You pull your covers over you.

“no, i want to know” He tugs at the comforter.

Should you just tell him a convincing lie? It’s worked before… maybe just tell him to leave? no, you’ll feel bad. Screw it.

“well you know how we… both… like experiments?”

“..yeah”

“i want to do one”

“what did that have to do with what just happened?” He raised an eyebrow.

“well… i want to go further” Your cheeks were on fire now. All of this explaining was making it worse.

“further…” He frowns at you while he thinks.. “ohh!” He says. “oh..” His repeats at realization. “are you sure?”

You nod your head and glance away a few times. “it’s okay to say no, we can just watch tv”

“no? why would i say that? look at you” He frowns. “i’m sorry, not like that”

“it’s fine” You nervously brush off.

“i’m just nervous” He admits. You both were, it only took one of the two to get things started, and you decided it would be you.

“i just want you, Sully” You lean forward and place a hand on the side of his face. “i have for a while” You look away from his eyes to stare down at his parted lips.

“i-i uh, i don’t know what to say” He subconsciously leans in with you.

“don’t say anything” You whisper onto his lips before kissing them. This time, the kiss went from passionate to hungry very quickly. Your hands left the blanket behind and substituted it for his long fur.

The heat between the two of you was becoming unbearable. Your small mouth feeling an enlarged version of everything in his.

His hands were rubbing up and down your sides, they were so big, it made you feel like a toy in his arms. He reached to slide off your top and you assisted him.

The chilly room air hit your nipples and it made your spine tingle. The feeling didn’t last long though, sully’s hands warmed them right up. Your moans were swallowed by him, you refused to break the kiss.

He massages you in such an erotic way, it has you convinced that this isn’t his first time. He pulls away from the kiss, eyes low, and a short string of spit connecting your lips.

He heads right for your neck, leaving wet kisses and occasionally sucking on it. He ended up finding a sweet spot, it made you wriggle in front of him.

You were practically on his lap now, holding him close by the neck, not wanting it to stop. You suppressed your moans careful to not wake your parents up.

He nibbles at the area. “you alright?” His voice traveled down your spine and right into your core.

“mhm” You manage. He trailed kisses from your neck, to your now firm nipples. The grip on his fur tightened once he took one into his mouth, going in circles with his thick tongue.

You begin to feel something press against your clit, you slightly jolt but begin to gently rock your hips back and forth on it, gaining a grunt from Sully.

This is him? There’s no way that thing is fitting, just based off of the bulge. Sully kisses you down the center of your stomach and at this point you were flat on your back.

He slides your shorts off with ease, revealing your lacy panties. He stared into your very existence with his bright blue eyes and took his time using his teeth to pull them down to your ankles. Warm air from his large nose briefly warming your pulsating clit during the process.

You were beyond horny after that. You could’ve rode one of his horns for all you cared now. He tossed the underwear aside and hovered over you.

“i’ve never actually done, this before” He says, glancing down at your vagina.

“mm what?” Your voice was absolutely laced with carnal desire. You could see his demeanor change for a brief moment.

You couldn’t be surprised about that. You were on display under him, hot and ready, soaking in anticipation of his next move.

He doesn’t wait, he dives right in to you. Sucking at your clit and licking your entrance, you literally had no idea how, but you couldn’t even breath at the moment.

Your thighs flexed and your hole clenched around nothing. Your hips were rocking with your movements as your eyes watered from holding back your moans.

“this any good?” He deep voice almost sent you over the edge, making you freeze.

“mhm” Was all you could get out without being too loud. He lifted your legs onto his shoulder and your head was barely touching the bed as you were now almost upside down.

He plunged his long tongue deep into you. You immediately grab a pillow and shove your face into it to shut up.

Your legs shook as you cried in pleasure. With one last thrust of his tongue, you were sent over the edge, it all went white for a moment and you let your moans melt into the cushiony pillow.

“that” He suddenly says. Your breathing was heavy and beads of sweat decorated your body as you came down from your high.

“huh?” You asked, confused.

“i’ve never done that before” He admits.

“damn… could’ve fooled me” He puts your legs down and you take time to catch your breath.

“you tasted amazing though” He smirked.

“proof?” You manage.

He leans over and puts his hands on either side of you, pulling into another deep kiss. You were lifted off of the bed this time though and wrapped your legs around him.

“(Y/N).” He almost never says your name so this took you a little by surprise.

“yes?”

“if this becomes too much, please tell me” He says seriously.

“a safe word?” You ask.

“i guess so”

“i vote crepe” You say.

“oh i love those” He licks his lips and looks down at yours.

“i know, you could hear that word a mile away” You joke before kissing him. He’s up at this point, and it’s very prominent.

His penis was almost touching your asshole while he was holding you, it was surreal, how big it was. He was slowly moving your moving your slick folds over his length, coating it well.

You could feel him pulsating under you. “put it in” You break the kiss and speak. He lifts you up a bit and gently lowered you.

Your mouth fell open with the girth, you knew this wasn’t being stretched to the max but damn was it close.

He tried to go slow and talk you through the pain and you just wanted him to rip off the bandaid. He took your advice and bottomed out.

You knew he was touching your cervix, there was no way to not do it with that length. Your toes were curled and he moaned at the feeling of your wet and tight walls sucking him in.

He slowly lifts you off and lowers you again. This was repeated until until you were finally feeling pleasure instead of pain. You already knew you were absolutely ruined after this experience.

His grunts and your whimpers were almost overcoming the volume of the television. You put a finger under to his mouth as a sign for him to quiet down.

He looks at you with doey eyes and knitted eyebrows. Well fuck me. That look was going ti drive you insane.

You toss your head back and he quickens the pace. Your whole body relaxed as it prepares for the second orgasm.

Your eyes were blurry from glossing over, and your hands were gripping at his which were on your hips.

The thrusts were getting sloppy from him, you knew he was getting close. “Sully, don’t do it in me” You moan out. He pulls out and uses your clit and wet folds to rub himself off.

He eyes almost shut while he looks down at you, still with knitted eyebrows. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, catching some of his seed.

He watched as you deviously licked away the substance. He doesn’t say anything while heavily breathing, just pits you on the bed and flips you over.

“you tasted good t-“ You cut yourself off with a large moan after he thrust into you. You covered your face with a pillows agains and pray that you weren’t heard.

His grip on your wasn’t letting up on you as he pounded hard. Sounds of muffled slaps from your skin and his fur were all you heard.

He grabbed both of your hands and held them back to continue, you couldn’t do anything but hum in order to stay quiet.

He got close to your neck and began lowly growling. You curse to yourself as you feel yourself getting close again. His mouth kissed at your sweet spot again before hitting it. You hissed for a moment but quickly the pain was overthrown by pleasure.

Everything was amplified, you were coming, it went white again and your legs flexed. Sully wasn’t slowing though and you couldn’t even used a hand to slow him.

His penis was practically lifting you into the air right now while he went after his high. The room goes silent as you feel an tsunami of pleasure attack you.

You couldn’t hear anything but you felt Sully cum inside of you. Your fucked out mind however, could care less. Your body goes limp and your hearing comes back.

“i’m sorry are you okay?” He frantically asks.

“y-… i-“ You just stay silent and nod. Your cheeks wet from the tears that rolled down your face. What. The fuck.

Your body was trembling from the overstimulation and the chilly air. “James, that was my favorite experiment” You say between breaths.

“heh, mine too” He chuckles. “sorry about your neck..”

“it honestly made it better” You brush him off and get up. “maybe next time let’s see if we can fill a few scream canisters” You smirk.

You see him slowly getting another erection and you scurry away.

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You lay on Sullys broad chest, nuzzling into his fur while you watch your show. You still couldn’t really believe that it all happened. It was great.

“wait, i get it now, you wanted curiosity to kill the cat, that ‘cat’!” He randomly sits up.

You laugh. “yes Sully, late as always” At least it didn’t go over his head in the end.

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[chudesiii]

incubus// kuroo x reader pt1

kuina pats my shoulder,” im glad you got the week off. you’re always overworking yourself.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” i say back rolling my eyes.

i throw my bag over my back and begin to head to the exit. before leaving i turn my head back to the remaining people and throw a peace sign,” I’ll see you guys in a week, i guess.”

i get various shouts of goodbyes and i exit on the building. i start my walk to my house, looking at the many shops on my way. i keep walking and are thrown out of my thoughts when i hear a meow. i turn my head into the small alleyway, and while sketchy decide to go in there anyway. 

at my feet is an all-black cat with piercing green eyes. as i look closer and see its injured and laying on its side, blood pouring from the wound. i couldn’t just leave the poor thing here, so i scoop the cat into my arms and continue my walk home, hurrying this time. 

 i arrive to my house, grabbing the keys from my back pocket and unlocking the door. i bring the cat to a clean table and leave to my closet, where the medical supplies lay. 

i hurry back to the table and begin to stitch and clean the cats wound. i finish after some time and clean the area up. i observe the cat and see no collar, it must be a stray.

i can’t just dump the cat back on the streets, it might get hurt again. i guess it can stay with me until it heals completely. i scratch its head, and it purrs in content.

i sigh as i realize i’ll have to go back out to go get some cat food, it’s no wonder how long it’s been since the cat last ate. i quickly go out to get some cat food and a litterbox. i make it home quick and set things up for him. ( i had checked his gender before going.)

i gesture towards the food dish filled with cat food, he looks at it with disgust before turning his nose up at it. he then come towards me and my plate of mackerel pike. i move the plate towards him and he digs in, eating it with excitement.

after hes done i head to take a shower and then get ready for bed. i throw on a thin nightgown with nothing underneath. and get in bed under the covers, the cat jumps on the bed next to me. he cuddles up to my side, i stroke his head. 

drossiness hits me and i fall into the sleep world.

 i feel hands gliding all over my body. i open my eyes and see nothing but a dark figure and piercing green eyes. his hand slide under my night gown, rubbing my bare body the hands are cold and i shiver at the feeling.

the fingers are cold as they press against my nipples, them hardening on contact. i let out at stifled gasp as they begin tugging on them, and as their knee press against my cunt.

what i imagine their lips are begun to kiss down my neck in soft pecks. they’re surprisingly warm, compared to their body, ice cold.

their fingers continue to twist and tug on my nipples, and they pinch one in particular which make me let out a moan.

i feel their lips twist up in a smirk and they bite my neck, not harshly, but not soft either.

they lift their head from neck, still playing with my nipples, and take me into a kiss. i kiss back, a familiar wetness spreading in between my legs. i buck my hips into their knee, desperate for friction.

they pull back from the kiss, their hands sliding to my waist.

“Needy, aren’t we?” they speak. 

i realize their, no his, face had become more visible as i see spiky black hair. i find me being turned on even more from his voice. he removes his knee and replaces it with his hand and i feel the squelching noises as he plays with clit. i moan and buck my hips into his hand.

he removes his hand and moves down, his head in between my legs. he holds them open with his hand and i prop myself up with my arms to get a better view. i see him looking straight into my eyes and he licks a long stripe up my slit.

i throw my head back in pleasure as he begins to eat me out. sucking my outer lips while toying with my clit before licking my entrance, then inserting two fingers inside me. he licks and sucks on my clit while he fingers me. he curls his fingers upwards hitting a spot i could only dream of reaching.

my stomach starts to tighten up and i realize im close, he buries his entire face in between my thighs, eating me as if i was his last meal, removing his fingers.

 i moan out in pleasure,” i’m clos- augh~.”

 i can’t even finish my sentence before my thighs start to tremble and i release all over his face. my legs spasm around his head his hair tickling my stomach. he continues to eat me out, as my thighs keep quivering and shaking. making sure not a drop goes to waste.

i wake up, sweat covering me everywhere. and i feel a huge wetness between my legs that im sure isnt sweat. i look to my side to see that the cat was looking at me intently. those green eyes remind me of the mysterious man in my dreams, but i shake it off and head to the bathroom to clean myself up. 

i come back before getting in the bed once again, going to sleep with no lewd dreams this time.

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

wedding planner au first family holiday 💕

AHHH this sounds so cute. I decided to go with the first family Christmas after Kerri is adopted for this one. Also I didn't mean for this to be 1.3k words lmao See this post for some references mentioned in this fic!

"Why does your room look like a tornado went through it?" Sasha asked as she hovered in the doorway of her daughter's bedroom.

Kerri usually kept her bedroom fairly clean, but it seemed that half of her closet was scattered on the floor. Even though they were about to leave to spend Christmas Day with Anetra's family soon.

"Because I have nothing to wear." Kerri came into view as she plopped on her bed, on top of the clothes and hangers. "What am I supposed to wear to these things?" she sighed as she slumped against her headboard.

“What do you usually wear for holidays?” Sasha asked as she carefully found a place to sit on the long storage ottoman.

“Before or after the foster house?” Kerri asked as she rolled her eyes. “Either way, I’m not wearing my old church suit.”

“I know, Kare-Bear,” Sasha said with a sympathetic smile. She started using the nickname before the adoption was finalized, which Kerri liked hearing. “So what were you thinking?” She asked, looking at the scattered clothing.

“No idea.” Kerri pursed her lips as she looked at her clothes. “What are you and Anetra wearing? I don’t want to stick out too much.”

Sasha looked down at her cream sweater and bootcut jeans, “Probably this, maybe some mascara and lipstick before we head out.” she shrugged.

“So you don’t dress up nice or anything?” Kerri asked.

“My dad's side of the family never dresses up for anything, besides a wedding or a funeral.” Both looked to see Anetra leaning against the door frame. “And they already love you, even though you haven’t even met most of of them yet.”

Anetra picked through the clothes on the floor, before finding a gold sweater with small white cats all over. “What about this one? Although I don’t remember seeing it before.” She held it up for Kerri to see.

“That’s because it’s Jasmine’s. She left here two weeks ago and hasn’t noticed yet.” she pointed out.

That gave Sasha an idea, “You should wear it tonight, maybe it will help you feel more comfortable.” she offered.

She watched Kerri’s face as she thought, “Maybe I could wear that, I know it’ll fit me.”

“We’ll go get the car ready and meet you downstairs soon.” Sasha gently squezzed Kerri’s knee efore leaving the bedroom with Anetra.

"We've been here for over an hour, and you still haven't left this chair," Sasha told Kerri after finding a moment in between talking with family to sneak off. "And getting up for the bathroom doesn't count."

Kerri frowned in response, "It's just really different from other family Christmases, I guess." she shrugged as she looked around.

"In what way?" Sasha asked.

"Usually it's church service, then I watch my siblings and cousins since I was the oldest, then we go home," Kerri explained, looking out the window to a group of cousins playing outside. The group was bigger than what she was used to, and a wide variety of ages.

"That sounds more like work for you than fun." Sasha pointed out, and Kerri thought for a moment, before nodding in agreement. 

"Don't let us loud Filipinos scare you off." Anetra appeared on Kerri's other side. She was holding a blue bundle of blankets that Sasha had last seen in her arms.

"How long have you been holding your cousin's baby for?" Sasha playfully asked her. She had a feeling Anetra may have had baby fever when she was excited to meet the newborn a few weeks before.

"She hasn't asked for him back yet," Anetra said in mock defense, "And he's wearing the onesie we got him too!" she showed Sasha and Kerri.

Sasha playfully rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to her daughter, "I think the kids are going to have hot chocolate and watch Home Alone in a bit."

"You're probably bored of listening to your aunties gossiping about their soap operas too," Anetra added in a low voice, glancing at the group of older women sitting across the room.

Kerri tried to stifle her laughter as Sasha tried to lead her to the kitchen, "C'mon, you can be on whipped cream and sprinkles duty." 

A couple hours later as the night was drawing to a close, Sasha watched more family members say their goodbyes and leave to go home. Even Anetra started looking more tired as she tried to hold a conversation with her grandmother.

She started gathering her family's belongings and new gifts as Anetra began to notice and start to help. Once everything was in the car, Sasha found the remainder of the younger cousins watching Home Alone 2 in the den of the house. She smiled to herself as she saw Kerri sitting in between two female cousins around her age., quietly chatting.

She waved Kerri over to the doorway, and before she could say anything, Kerri spoke first, "Is it okay if I spend the night?" she asked. Sasha knew that the younger cousins and grandkids that lived closer liked to spend Christmas night at their grandparent's house. She would have never guessed Kerri would want to stay as well, especially for her Christmas in the family.

"Oh, I guess you could," Sasha said, trying to hide her surprise. "Do you have everything you need? We can bring you something from home if you want." she offered.

"I don't think so, I think I have everything I need here." Kerri beamed before hugging Sasha goodbye, "Thank you."

Sasha wrapped her arms around her daughter, "If you need anything, just let me or Netra know, okay? Just call us and we'll be right here. Love you, Kare-Bear." she smiled as she let go.

"I know, I love you too."

"At least we can have a nice drink tonight," Anetra said as Sasha settled next to her on their living room couch, passing her a small glass of eggnog.

Sasha took a sip of her drink before finding a coaster on the table. "I'm still worried about Kerri, what if something happens?"

"She'll be fine, she's in great hands," Anetra said as she scrolled through the holiday movie selection on Netflix. "She knows that we'll answer the phone no matter what time at night."

"I know, I'm just hoping this is a step in the right direction and her cousins don't just make her watch the little kids," Sasha said.

"They wouldn't do that, that's more of a white people thing," Anetra joked. "She's going to love it. I wish I had that option instead of going to boring Mormon church all day on Christmas when I grew up."

"Sounds better than no celebrating anything at all," Sasha said matter-of-factly.

"Good point. Wanna watch A Christmas Prince?"

"Of course I do, we watch it every year." Sasha laughed as the movie started playing, pulling Anetra closer to her by the waist.

They quietly watched the movie, and let the autoplay start the next movie. As the beginning scenes played, Anetra spoke up as she took the last sip of her drink, "Hey Sasha?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" Sasha responded as she looked away from the screen.

"I want another one," Anetra said out loud as she turned down the volume of the TV. She continued to stare into her empty glass.

"Another what? Do you want another drink?" Sasha guessed.

Anetra sat up and looked at her wife, "No, I want another kid." she said. "I've been thinking a lot, and I really want us to be parents again," she said in sincerity, holding Sasha's hand.

Sasha nodded, understanding where Anetra's baby fever was coming from for the last few months, "I want to see our family grow too." she smiled. "I can try to call that social worker to see what kids we can adopt, or we can look into other options soon, too."

"I want to try carrying a baby." Anetra said, "I know we'll probably have to find a sperm donor and go to a lot of doctors, but I want to try to get pregnant."

"Then that's what we'll do after New Year," Sasha said as she gently kissed Anetra's cheek. "Even though holidays with a newborn sounds like hell."

"I think it'll be a Christmas to remember."

[bozepomagaj]

UH-OH!

College AU!Trigun (part 4)

Summary: You were finally there, but as per usual, Nai just had to ruin this for you. You just couldn't keep your mouth shut anymore and you had to speak up which managed to change the entire trajectory of your life (but not really.)

A/N: LORDDD I stalled this one for far too long, but I hope people like it as much as the previous installment! Don't have much to say except please enjoy some angst, I got a little rusty cuz I haven't written any in a while. This wasn't proof read so there might be mistakes here and there woopsies

CW: light swearing, Nai has PTSD, mentions of death, mentions of attempted rape

Word count: 3.4k

<[previous part]

You were currently sitting down in a luxury, dimly-lit living room. The sugary smell of a vanilla candle filled your senses, easing your mind far more efficiently than expected. Sat across you was a stern-looking Nai staring daggers at you at this point. You could tell he wasn't delighted by the idea of having you in his apartment. Well, it wasn't really his. It belonged to his brother as much as it did to him. And to his absolute demise, Vash couldn't be more delighted to have you here with him. However, he was currently in the kitchen getting you some cookies as he brewed up some tea. He was quick to attach himself to your side again, setting the cat-shaped cup in front of you with a couple of chocolate chip cookies. Cute, you think to yourself.

So, heard you two are working on some project together?

„Thesis. It's a thesis.“

Nai interrupted. He couldn't even let his own brother talk without interrupting him. God, he was so frustrating to deal with. I mean, how can someone so professional-looking act like a total kid in situations like these?

„Yeah, we're working on a short thesis-„

„Short? A proper thesis should have at least 50 pages-„

„Can you shut up and let me talk?“

You decided to reciprocate and stare daggers back at him. The last thing you were going to do was let him interrupt you. The scowl on his face was quick to form as he straightened his back probably getting ready to debate you but thankfully the sweetheart next to you stepped in.

„Hey, hey, no reason to fight. I mean, it's a project for that stupid little event, right? No need to overwork yourself.“

Nai cleared his throat, relaxing back in his arm-chair. You guessed Vash was his weak point but for him to back down so easily was still a little surprising.

„That doesn't mean we shouldn't give it our all. We should still put in as much effort as possible to be a good example for all the younger generations.“

Your mouth hung open. Was he serious? Everyone knows no one reads those things. The only reason people even came to this stupid event was to get free snacks and skip out on class, common knowledge. He couldn't possibly be that naive and think that people would be reading them. Hell, if even one person read it, you'd be surprised. You roll your eyes at him and sigh audibly, making your own annoyance very obvious.

„People rarely read those. Sure, we should make sure it's not nonsensical slop but can you really write a high-quality, in-depth, proper thesis in 2 weeks? C'mon, use your brain.“

Nai stiffened yet again. It's like you knew how to push all his buttons subconsciously. Or maybe you did it on purpose. Not like he could read your mind.

„If we pull a couple of all-nighters and work on it every day, I'm sure we can make an exceptional thesis.“

This time you were the one getting heated. You learned that yes, putting in effort can be very beneficial at the end. But this? You knew damn well no one would care if you made the greatest piece in all of history because, in the end, they'll end up shoving it in the depths of some closet for it to never see the light of day again. It was stupid.

„You cannot be serious right now, I'm not pulling all-nighters for a damn thesis we need to do for an event. You can do that by yourself.“

Vash's attention kept jumping from Nai to you. He could tell this wasn't going anywhere pleasant. And he was never the type to enjoy seeing people fight. Plus, your tea was getting cold. He suddenly rose from his seat.

„Nai, I need to talk to you.“

Nai immediately got up and followed Vash to his room but Vash stayed behind to give you a comforting smile, almost like reassuring you.

-

„They aren't good company-„

„I don't give a single shit if you think they're good or bad company. They saved my life Nai. God knows what would've happened if those two guys managed to drag me to that room.“

Vash didn't feel like sharing all the details about his encounter at the party, knowing it would just fuel Nai's ego further that he was right, that Vash shouldn't be going anywhere near those parties. If you asked him, Vash should be attending school from home, in the comfort of his own bed while Nai makes sure he's fine. Because after all, he's the only thing he has left.

He still remembers that day so very vividly. That morning he got into a fight with Rem, all because she ate his pudding. It wasn't anything big but he was a kid and he was still getting adjusted to living together with his adoptive mother. After breaking her favorite vase in a fit of rage, he got grounded.

„Young man, go to your room now. And no going out or and no piano for the next week, you hear me!?“

She yelled after him as he ran off into his room, slamming the door behind him. He deserved it. She had every right to lash out at him. And yet why did she feel so... guilty? Maybe it was because she knew he had anger issues that he used as a way to keep people away, even the ones he loved. It wasn't his fault but she still had to step in from time to time to stop him from overdoing it. She sighed, leaning on the counter, a hand covering her eyes. She didn't want to cry. Not in front of Vash. But it was already too late as the young boy immediately bolted to her side and latched onto her in hopes it would somehow comfort her. She looked aside at him, holding back the tears.

„Vash, how do I make your brother like me? I just... I want him to know that there are people who love him and are there for him, that's all.“

„We could go buy him his pudding?“

She laughed at his response. She shouldn't be asking him such difficult questions, he was still just a kid. However, it wasn't a bad idea.

„Go grab your jacket honey. Let's get some more pudding. This time we're getting the big pack.“

Vash's reaction was instantaneous. He bolted to the hallway and grabbed both his and Nai's jacket but before he could go to his brother's room, Rem stopped him and shushed him.

„It's gonna be a surprise, okay?“

He nodded. Soon enough the two of them left. The apartment went silent. Nai had this tendency to sleep off his anger so he directly went to his bed and fell asleep in seconds. By the time he woke up, it was strangely quiet. Vash wasn't on the other side of the room, reading his books or playing with his toys. And Rem wasn't knocking on the door to ask if he was okay. Weird, he thought. He decided to go out, he's a big boy after all. He's 10 and soon enough he won't have enough fingers to count how old he is. The rain hit hard against the windows. Just when did it start raining so heavily? Looking out the window, it was hard to determine what time of day it was since it was so godawfully dark. Opening the door that led to the rest of the house suddenly felt chilling. The hallway was the same yet it somehow felt so big, too big in complete darkness. With careful steps, he sneaked into the living room. Empty. He tried turning the light on but to no avail. Rem always complained about the fuse box when this happened. She'd also always tell him not to mess with it when the power went out, opting to either call her or the neighbor if she wasn't home. Then again, that was last year. Now he was bigger, smarter, he could figure it out so he went down into the basement but not without grabbing a flashlight beforehand. The fuse box stood out to him because Rem conveniently labeled it as 'fuse box'. He lost track of time once he started looking at the little bits inside of it: it was an older model so it had a bunch of switches and he frankly wasn't big enough to figure out what switch did what. What finally made him snap out of his thoughts was the sudden loud noise upstairs. The doors opened. But it sure as hell wasn't Vash or Rem. Nai ran and sat next to the washing machine, hoping whatever or whoever just came inside wasn't going to hurt him. He heard more footsteps rushing in, his little heart unable to handle all this stress. Tears spilled over as he gripped his mouth, praying he wouldn't make a sound until he heard a familiar voice call to him. It was the neighbor. But even when he recognized the voice he just couldn't get himself to move. Before he knew it though he was being held by the neighbor as he sobbed into the poor boy. Maybe it was instinct but like an animal, he began clawing the man off of him, he didn't want his hands on him right now and yet the moment he saw 2 large men in uniforms he couldn't be more glad to be in the hands of someone familiar. Nothing about them looked recognizable so it felt like the safest place he could be right now was in the arms of his neighbor, who he spoke to maybe 3 times. Everything after that was a complete and utter blur. The police sat him down to explain things to him, and he followed them into the big car until they arrived at the big hospital. He only remembered small bits and images but nothing else. Except one thing. The clear image of Vash, strapped to what seemed a thousand tubes. His entire body was wrapped up in bandages, blood steadily seeping through them. It's ironic how this one image that he only saw for maybe half a second due to all the doctors who were quick to surround his brother's fragile body has managed to engrave itself into his mind so deeply, how he can even tell you the brand of the loud, buzzing machines that kept him alive. The image that makes him throw up to this very day. At that same moment, a young nurse, probably an intern, whose makeup had been ruined turned him around to face her and through loud sobs told him:

"I'm sorry honey but your mom isn't here. And she won't be coming back.“

And then it all blurred again. The human brain is fascinating to Nai, how your body, mind, and soul can torture you with images. It's your body, doesn't that mean there should be some balance? That if you hate something, you won't think about it or remember it ever again? Nai was completely lost in thought, a single sentence made him spiral back into the unwanted memories he tried so hard to keep locked away in the back of his head and Vash knew. Those eyes of his were always so deep and mysterious, it's like he held the entire universe in them but in moments like these, it seemed like every star was painfully ripped out of the dark sky and thrown off into the deep abyss turning his bright baby blues into a dark ocean of nothingness. He gently put a hand on his brother's shoulder to make him snap out of his trance.

„Nai.“

One word. That's all he needed from him. To him Vash was everything. After that day, after the day he almost lost him for the second time he couldn't even imagine what life would be like without him.

„Please. Just be nice to them. What they did means a lot to me.“

A small smile graced his face. The face he vowed to protect. If they meant this much to Vash, then who was he to deny this happiness to Vash?

„I'll try my best.��

„You always do.“

A silent smile was shared in this moment. Most would say that Vash melted Nai's cold heart but that wasn't true. The heart he had beat with nothing but pure, sinless love however, he's imprisoned it with chains of anguish and grief, like a songbird in a cage. It's caged in for who knows how long because its caring owner believes it's far too pristine and unsullied for the harsh world outside, it simply wouldn't survive. So it cries, it cries a beautiful song of pain and heartbreak that falls on deaf ears, and the people praise it for the sound of its cries for help. Truly such an unfortunate soul, to have all your freedom taken away from you by this owner. The only issue was that Nai was the rightful owner of this heart, this heart that he enslaved and never let anyone hear again.

They leave their shared room and you snap your head back at them, watching Nai's every move. They were in there for quite some time, what could've possibly happened in there?

„I'm willing to compromise. We can do as you suggested.“

Finally, he sounded reasonable. You nod at him and he leads you to his room. A place he rarely lets people in, let alone someone like you. But he couldn't stand to see Vash mad at him, so he did as he was told. You both sit down and after some small talk, you begin to work. This all felt... weird. Time passed by quickly and you didn't feel unwanted in his room, on the contrary, the very arrangement of the room felt like you were in some paradise. Everything had a place where it belonged perfectly and although he was a minimalist, it still looked so... cool. It felt comfortable here, but not in a good way. This wasn't the Nai you knew, the one who always threw insults your way and ignored you purposefully. No, this one was reasonable, kind even. The way Vash made him change in an instant made so many questions pop into your mind. You've heard of all the „twin telepathy“ jokes and how they're so in touch with each other's emotions and in this rare case, it seemed like it was real. Like they could read each other's mind. Or maybe Vash could. You wouldn't be surprised, considering he knew just how to cheer everyone up. Everything was eerily silent and going well. So of course you had to put a stop to that.

„Since we're already here and it's just us, I wanna ask. What's your problem?“

Your curiosity got the best of you and who could blame you? All this time, all you wanted to know was why the guy hated you so much and didn't even give you a chance to befriend him. Maybe you put him in an uncomfortable situation once and forgot or maybe he was just a jackass. The answer to your question would be given shortly.

„What in the world are you on about?“

„Don't pretend. I tried to talk to you on so many occasions, I'd say hi to you every single day. I genuinely tried to be nice to you and the only response I got from you were nasty comments. The least you could do is tell me what I did to make you hate me.“

He looked at you, dumbfounded. In a way, he looked funny. Like a kid who just got caught stealing from a jar of cookies. He glances aside once. Twice. Three times.

„Well?“

Your voice gets louder. Just what is going on in that head of his? He doesn't dare to look you in the eyes as he speaks, finding the floor awfully gorgeous on this lovely day.

„I thought you were making fun of me.“

Silence would've fallen over both of you if you didn't make the most loud 'HUH' sound in existence. After letting the man gather his thoughts he continued.

„I thought you were teasing me or mocking me. I didn't think you actually wanted to befriend me.“

This just made you spiral. Was it your tone? Your face? The way you dress? What could've possibly given him that idea? You took a deep breath, settling your head in your hands. Okay, so this was all just a big misunderstanding and you were both assholes. No big deal. You decided to speak up but also found the floor to be awfully intriguing today.

„I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for it to come off like that, I genuinely thought we could be friends and I tried befriending you. I'm hoping you can forgive me and I don't know, maybe we can start over?“

He finally found the courage to stop staring at the damn floor and looked at you, who still hasn't found that courage. He never got used to this feeling of guilt because he rarely felt it, often justifying his actions with a 'they deserved it'. But you didn't deserve it.

„I'm willing to overlook the past few weeks if you are. It'd be appropriate of me, considering what you did for Vash.“

A tiny smile graced his face. A smile indirectly caused by you. You felt like exploding right now because your plan to 'get his ass' just went to shit when he looked at you like some sort of a puppy. You couldn't get back at him for it because you had no reason. You felt guilt, surprise, happiness, so many emotions at once. So you thought of the next best thing.

„Where's your bathroom?“

You could tell this was the last thing he expected you to say but he told you which room and you bolted right out of there the second he finished his sentence. This went in all the wrong and unexpected ways that it could've! You were here to teach this guy a lesson, to make him feel guilty for the way he acted, and sure he does feel guilty but you can't possibly be mad at him now that you heard his side of the story. And now what? You go back in there, tell him the truth, and make the guy hate you even more or two. The better option. Suppress the guilt as much as possible and do your best to befriend him. That felt weird though, didn't it? Are you really willing to go and befriend someone whose nickname was Knives? You didn't have a choice, you were running out of time and options, staying in the bathroom would probably worry them and that wouldn't be pleasant. You slam the door open, determined to make this right. And thank God you did because Vash already started heading to the door and before he got to ask you anything you were in Nai's room.

„Sorry. If it's okay with you, I wouldn't mind starting over and at least trying to be friends. Even with Vash's situation aside, I'd genuinely like to get to know you better.“

You were pulling words out of your ass but it was fine as long as something kept coming out of your mouth. He was still sitting down, laptop in his hands but the thesis was long forgotten now. Surprisingly, it worked. He nodded at you.

„I'd like that.“

You plopped back down at the same spot you assigned yourself to as he began typing something on the laptop, presumably to get at least some worm done today. And now was the time for the most awkward part of every blooming friendship: getting to know each other.

„So what are you into?“

„Excuse me?“

„Do you have any hobbies?“

„I enjoy playing the piano. And I play games occasionally.“

„Woah, what? You? Playing games? I took you as more of a book nerd type of guy. No offense.“

„None taken. I don't enjoy most books because the stories are boring and repetitive, following the same exact plot lines and the love triangles bore me to death.“

„Harsh critic. That's good.“

You were making progress, conversing with Nai. It felt natural rather than forced like you expected. He still spoke in that monotone voice but it's not like it bothered you, he was clearly interested in the conversation. He then looked up at you.

„Would you like to hear me play?“

[duhragonball]

Neon Genesis Evangelion 24

All right, this is it, the 17th Angel. Let's see what gonzo powers this one has...

Not quite what I was expecting, but I am impressed.

Uh... So Asuka's completely incapable of piloting her Eva, so I guess she ran away for like a week and she's been living in the bathtub of a wrecked house. The episode opens with a vision of Li'l Asuka running home to tell her mother about how she got accepted into the Eva program or something, and then she finds her mother hanging from a noose. Her dad had died sometime prior to this, I guess.

Later, we see her lying catatonic in a hospital bed, and that's baiscally it for Asuka this episode. Her arc was getting bleak but this is just awful. Let's move on.

Meanwhile, Gendo Ikari questions Ritsuko and asks why she destroyed the Dummy Plug system last time. Ritsuko talks about how her cat recently died, and she hadn't seen it in years, because of her work at NERV. Then she says she's not happy anymore, even when Gendo makes love to her. Oh wow. Well that settles that, then.

Do you think Gendo holds his hands over his mouth while he's doing the deed? Just props his elbows on the head of the bed and stares into the wall pensively while he thrusts his hips? Maybe I should find something else to talk about. Sorry.

Gendo says she's disappointed him, and she says he can't be disappointed, because he never had any expectations of her at all. She's nothing to him and she always was. This does put into perspective all the times Gendo has expressed disappointment in Shinji. Like, it's just a thing he says. Ultimately, it's meaningless.

What about Shinji? Well, he could really use someone to talk to after the startling revelation about Rei. The trouble is that there isn't anyone left. Asuka's... yeah. Misato's off doing her own thing. Suzuhara and Big Rigg Mahoney left town. I didn't realize it at the time, but Tokyo-3 got wrecked in the recent Angel battles. Probably the 13th Angel, mainly.

There is Rei, but Shinji has no idea how to even act around Rei. I mean, it was never easy interacting with Rei, but now it's not even the same Rei? Or something? He can't talk to her is the point.

Then he meets this kid singing to himself amongst the wreckage. He introduces himself as Kaworu Nagisa, the Fifth Child and newest Eva Pilot. He's been recruited to replace Asuka, although it isn't clear if she's been kicked off the team just yet.

Everyone's kind of suspicious of the new kid, probably because he's so damn chipper and he isn't dealing with the trauma of dead parents or whatever. Also they have him do sync tests and his scores are excellent even before they reconfigured Unit 02 for him. He's a little too good to be true, and everyone in NERV seems to know it.

After the tests, the boys take a shower together, and when Shinji says he prefers to stay at the base late because he doesn't like spending time at home anymore, Kaworu invites him to sleep over at his place.

He also flirts a little with Shinji, and Shinji blushes. Today I was looking up what people were so angry about when Neon Genesis Evangelion was added to Netflix, and one of the gripes was that they edited out a scene featuring "a key piece of gay subtext". I wondered what that was, and yeah. I may not be the sharpest knife in the crayon box, but this looks pretty gay to me.

I will admit, this isn't something I usually think about when I watch or read stories, but in Shinji's case it probably never would have occurred to me, because of all the emotional baggage we've seen in the first 23 episodes. But now that we're here, it kind of makes sense. This kid's got so much trouble expressing his emotions and figuring out what he wants that it might have taken him a million years to work out that he's into boys. I mean, he apologizes for things that aren't even remotely his fault, and is desperate for the approval of others. He's not going to come out of the closet if there's even the slightest chance that someone might disapprove.

They don't go any further than that, but they do have a sleepover, and Shinji tells him that he hates his dad, which he's expressed in the past, but never quite so directly and succinctly. Shinji wonders why he would tell Kaworu this, of all people. I think, Shinji's sexuality aside, Kaworu showed up in just the right place and time and made himself available in just the kind of way Shinji needed at that moment. He wanted someone to talk to, and suddenly Kaworu's there to grant his wish. Kaworu just makes Shinji feel at ease, maybe for the first time ever.

Meanwhile, SEELE has resolved to put a stop to Gendo Ikari and his usurpation of NERV. SEELE created NERV to further its own agenda, but they feel Gendo has warped NERV to service his agenda instead.

Meanwhile, Gendo Ikari talks to Eva Unit 01, and addresses it as Yui, his dead wife. According to him, the Lance of Longius was in their way, so he wanted it thrown into outer space, whether SEELE liked that or not. He believes the 17th Angel, the last one, will appear soon, and with its death, he and Yui shall have their wish granted at last. Huh.

Oh, also earlier on, Kaworu introduced himself to Rei and told her that they were alike. She stays up all night wondering why she's still alive, and what Kaworu meant. What is it they have in common?

Meanwhile, Misato does some digging on Kaworu and discovers that he has the ability to increase his synchronization with the Evas at will. Like, he can control it completely if he wants, or he can lower his sync score to make it seem like he's not as good at it. That's supposed to be impossible, so Misato goes to Ritsuko, who I guess is in a NERV detention facility. She asks Ritsuko what Kaworu is, and she speculates that he's the final Angel. I was about to ask why Ritsuko never mentioned this earlier, but I forgot, she's turning against NERV, so her answer would probably be "'Cause fuck'em."

But before Misato can act on this informaiton, Kaworu makes his move. He activates Unit 02 and takes it down to the room where Adam is. Everyone's shocked, mostly because Kaworu doesn't even have to be inside the Eva to control it. He just floats alongside the thing as they head downstairs.

But also, as Admiral Clownshoes points out, SEELE is behind this. They knew what this kid was and they sent him to NERV knowing he would launch an attack.

And just so there's no confusion on this point, we cut to SEELE who talk amongst themselves about how they planned for this to happen. They expect this to be Gendo's final stand, and that he'll use Eva Unit 01 to stop Kaworu. So do they plan on NERV winning this fight? I assumed this showdown with the 17th Angel would happen regardless, so maybe SEELE's play here is to force the confrontation on their terms, so that the outcome is more favorable to them than for Gendo.

Because, the worst case scenario here is that Kaworu wins and destroys the world. Right? I mean, that's what this has been about from the start. Why would SEELE take such a gamble? How did they even arrange this? Did they look up "17th Angel" in the Yellow Pages, call him up and go "Hey, we want to pull a prank on Gendo. You want in on this?"

Maybe they just discovered Kaworu's infiltration and chose to let it play out. This implies that they can detect Angels much more effectively than NERV, which seems kind of backwards. If they have superior intel on the Angels, then why is Gendo the one running NERV?

As SEELE anticipated, Gendo sends Shinji to intercept in Unit 01. At first, Shinji refuses to believe that Kaworu is an Angel, but then he gets furious at Kaworu for betraying him and using his emotions against him. Kaworu's as bad as his father, Shinji says, which is as good a motivation as any.

But Shinji can't attack Kaworu while he's got Unit 02 to back him up. Shinji asks how he can control Unit 02, and Kaworu explains that he and the Eva are both made from the same type of Angelic tissues, from Adam. So it's child's play for him to control the Eva. Shouldn't that mean the other Angels would have had the same ability? I guess it doesn't work when they have pilots inside. Whatever.

As the battle progresses, Misato orders her dude at the controls to initiate a self-destruct on the whole base if Shinji's signal is lost. She reasons that it would be better to destroy the whole facility and die than to allow Kaworu to reach Adam and trigger Third Impact. Wait, is that still the lore? I thought they debunked that a while back?

But as Kaworu draws closer, they detect another powerful AT field, and they think it's another Angel. Well, no, it's just Rei. Your guess is as good as mine.

As Kaworu draws closer to Adam, he waxes philosophic about this. From the way he speaks of it, it's like he's compelled to return to Adam, because he was born from Adam. So maybe this was why all of the Angels headed for Tokyo-3. It's an instinctive compulsion, like salmon swimming upstream. But Kaworu seems to find it tragic that his instinctive compulsion will lead to the destruction of humanity.

Then he gets closer and realizes this isn't Adam at all but... Lilith? Who the hell is Lilith? Apparently this wasn't what Kaworu had in mind. He refers to humans as "Lilim", implying that they're the descendants of Lilith, just as the Angels and Evas are born of Adam, but... I dunno.

And in this moment of confusion, Shinji manages to catch up to Kaworu and grab him. If I understand correctly, Rei's AT field is neutralizing his own? And Shinji managed to overpower Unit 02, so Kaworu is defenseless. He seems more relieved than worried.

Kaworu explains that one one life form can inherit the future, Angels or humans, and he seems to have developed an admiration for humanity, perhaps from the time he spent living among them. Now that he's reached this place, he's content to die here, for life and death are of no great consequence to him. But he warns Shinji that he must kill him, because if Shinji doesn't, humanity will surely be doomed.

It's weird how this is the only Angel who can talk and he's even more cryptic and weird than the rest. I wonder if they all felt this way about it. It was all just a weird routine for them, and they don't particularly care if they win or lose as long as it's over.

Shinji begs him to explain what the fuck he's talking about, but this is all the explanation he's going to get. Either kill Kaworu or the whole world dies. At this, everyone just sort of freezes in place for... maybe two minutes? And then finally Shinji crushes him and his head falls into the Tang pool beneath Adam. Or Lilith. Who cares?

Later, we see Gendo and Rei watching Unit 01 getting the blood washed off it.

Elsewhere, Shinji talks to Misato and mourns Kaworu's death. He told Shinji he loved him, and he had never heard such kind words before. Shinji thinks Kaworu should have survived, but Misato counters that Kwaoru had given up his will to survive, and thus forfeited his right to live. That's kind of harsh.

Here's my version: Whatever Kaworu was, he seemed to only value his life as far as the time he spent with Shinji. And so if he had won, and Shinji perished with humanity, what would Kaworu have left to live for? That's why he said life and death are equal to him. It didn't matter because in his view, both were the same fate, but at least Shinji and his kind could grow and evolve to find new purpose. So if only one or the other can have the future, then it's only fair that it go to the one that can actually do something with it.

Anyway, the bigger picture here is that we just saw the last Angel die, and yet there's still two more episodes to go. What, does everyone just have a pizza party now? Asuka was despondent about not being an Eva pilot, but what good is being an Eva pilot when there's no more Angels to fight?

There is, of course, the SEELE vs. Gendo conflict to sort out, but it's hard to get invested in that when both sides are assholes, and I have no idea what either of them wanted. For all I know, they both won today.

Also, Shinji won, but he's still not happy. Kid, there's other boys in the world, if that's what's bothering you.