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all-about-niki · 8 months

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Our little secret🧚🏻💚

Summary } whatever you do never enter the forest by the river, if you do find yourself inside of there Run,Run and don’t look back

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

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SPRING🌸🍃

Spring what a great season it was, it was very calming and the fresh air calmed every living creature alive well all except for one person and that was Lisa, Lisa never really liked spring she doesn’t know why maybe…it was because of how she’d always feel nauseous and start vomiting or because of how the hot summer always made her nose bleep one time she vomited in front of her crush who maybe didn’t like her back as she thought he laughed at her making her feel small and she ran to the girls bathroom and cried, she didn’t get out until the day was over…in conclusion She just hated spring because of how unlucky she was during that season. “Snowflakes! Snowflakes where are you!?” Lisa shouted looking for her pet rabbit “Really snowflakes okay I promise I’ll make you some carrot cake…wait…do rabbits even eat cake?” She asked herself as she entered her back yard “listen here my cute fur ball if you don’t come out I’ll feed you to the rats living in Mrs jones house okay.for some reason they’re fat and they can eat you alive…now come out please!” She begged looking through the bushes,while searching through the bushes she heard a moving sound coming from behind the slide “Got you!” She said running to the swing to look behind it “aww my baby don’t run away like that again” she said once she found her rabbit and picked her up “let’s go now to the Vet” she said walking towards the house but then snowflakes got out of her arms and ran inside the house escaping from her “Ya! you are gonna go there whether you like it or not!” She shouted running inside the house

“Lisa wake up! Wake up it’s time to go now” hyein Lisa’s best friend tried to wake her up “we’ve got to go, that place closes at 11:30pm so let’s go!” She begged packing Lisa’s books inside her bag “okay okay I’m awake” Lisa said running her eyes before standing up and throwing her bag on her shoulder “maybe if we run we’ll make it so let’s go!” Hyein said holding Lisa’s hand and started running out of the school’s premises… “And how old are you kids huh?” The security guard asked both Lisa and Hyein smirked before taking out they’re fake ID’s “here you go Mr.” Lisa said handing him they’re ID’s , the security guard looked at them and then they’re ID’s “fine get in…but don’t cause any trouble or else I’ll throw you out” he said giving them they’re ID’s back “THANK YOU SIR!!” They both shouted with a big grin and entered the building “So where should we start first?” Lisa asked hyein “we’ll I’m hungry so lets eat first she said going to order some food for them both..Meanwhile Lisa when to go sit at a table at the back “okay I’m back with some pizza!!” Hyein said placing the pizza on the table “yay!! Let’s eat!” Lisa said grabbing a piece of pizza…soon later they finished eating “don’t you have a tissue?” Hyein asked Lisa.. “ no but should I go ask for one?” Lisa asked her standing up “yes please!” Hyein said cleaning up the table…Lisa made her way to the counter “umm hello” she tried getting the boys attention “Hello waiter can I please get some tissues” she asked, the boy turned around looking at her in the eyes now “I don’t work here sorry” he said “oh umm well do you know where the tissues are then?” She asked him before the guy squinted his eyes think “oh yeah” he said before walking to a table full of boys “Aren’t you gonna follow me?” He asked, Lisa walked behind him till they reached the table “umm Sunno do you have any tissues with you?” He asked his friend “oh yeah I do” his friend Sunno said giving him some tissues with a cute smile on his face “well here you go sweetheart” the boy said handing her some tissues “thank you now bye!” She said smiling at them all while waving at her “ Lisa hurry!” Hyein shouted from their table “yah I’m coming!” She shouted back before giving them a small grin and leaving them “what took you so long?” Hyein asked her as she sat down “umm okay so like I met this boy who I thought was waiter okay so like I asked him for some tissues but then he said he wasn’t a waiter the embarrassment I got from that so he was like okay follow me so I followed him but then we reached a group of boys okay so like he asked his cute friend-” “Cute friend!? Where is he I need to see him now” hyein said standing up “ya! Don’t please don’t” Lisa tried asking her but then hyein was already walking away from the table

Lisa stood up and followed her “what are you doing?” Lisa asked her “don’t worry I’m not gonna go there I’m just gonna see that cute guy of yours” she said going to the counter “ so which group is it?” Hyein asked her grabbing a bottle of ketchup “that one sitting next to the TV” Lisa said making sure she doesn’t point at them “okay whatever you do don’t help me out okay” hyein said making Lisa look at her confused..hyein walked to another table to sit she then looked at Lisa and mouthed DON’T HELP ME OUT before standing up and as soon as she made it to the middle of the room where the whole group could see she fell on the floor , Lisa’s eyes widened she was about to go help her up but then a boy from the group stood up and went to go help her up “are you okay?” The boy asked helping her up “yeah I think so” hyein said looking at the boy “You should be careful next time okay ” the boy said “yeah I’ll make sure of it…” she said smiling at him “okay then bye”the boy let her go but before he could leave held his arm “umm I forgot to ask your name” she said smiling at him “My name’s Jungwon Yang Jungwon” Jungwon said smiling at her “and yours is?” He asked “My names Hyein , we’ll jungwon I hope I can’t see you again then” she said before letting go of his arm leaving him behind and walking over to Lisa who looked at her crazily “you are Crazyy!” Lisa said before taking the bottle of ketchup out of her hands “That guy is hella cute he’s beautiful, majestic,breath taking oh my days I think I’m gonna die” hyein said smiling holding her heart “Wow you my child fall in love very easily” Lisa said laughing “okay let’s go now” Lisa said going to grab their things “but we still have a lot of time” Hyein said pouting at her “yah I know so let’s go somewhere else” she said giving hyein her bag “fine” hyein said ,they both walked to the door but as as they went outside they saw that it was raining “It’s raining shoot I forgot to check the weather” hyein said holding her hip “let’s just wait here until it stops” Lisa said sitting down on the bench… but then the same group of boys made their way out holding umbrella’s both Lisa and hyein looked at each other before they stood up “oh my word I’m getting soaked up!” Lisa cried “me too my books are getting wet!” Hyein also said “wait you two are school kids?!” The security guard asked making them both widen their eyes “shoot!” Lisa said heart beating fast “I’m taking both of you to the police!” He said walking up to them but then someone held Lisa’s hand “if you don’t want to get in trouble follow us” the same guy said before they started running Jungwon held Hyein’s hand as they all ran away

The rain was hitting their skin , the guard was still chasing behind them that made them all run faster to their luck they outran him they all stopped running realizing that.. “ahh I’m so tired” Lisa said falling on the ground she looked to her sides and saw that they were by the river “come on let’s go” the boy said “where?” Lisa asked him “To my house of course we can’t leave you guys here it’s raining and it’s dark so follow me” he said picking her up “Hyein is that good with you?” Lisa asked hyein who seemed to be dying because of her holding Jungwon’s hand “yeah yeah let’s go” she said smiling at her “okay shall we go then?” The guy asked her Lisa nodded her head before holding his hand he looked at her “what you have to lead the way right” she said smiling at him he turned around trying to hide the smile he walked to a bridge that was leading to a forest “wait why are you going there?” Lisa asked him he turned around and said “we all live there” he said pointing to the woods “but-but we’re not supposed to go there” she said looking at hyein “says who?” He asked “that’s the rule of our town. To never enter the woods” she said letting go of his hand “well you already broke a rule right now by entering a club while being underage so why don’t you break another rule?” He said trying to convince her “I don’t know.” She said “come on Lisa I’ve always wanted to know what’s in there” hyein said looking suspiciously happy “okay fine but if I see some weird shit in there I’m running okay leaving you all” she said pointing to all 8 of them “come on stop goofing around” the guy held her hand again and made his way to the bridge “are you sure this is steady?” Lisa asked holding his hand harder he looked back at her and pulled her closer “ofc I always walk here so I know what I’m doing” he said walking faster now

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“Here’s some extra clothes you can change into this” the guy said giving her some shorts and a hoodie “thank you” Lisa said smiling at him, he gave a her a smile and was about to walk out the room but then suddenly Lisa held his wrist “oh umm I forgot to umm ask your name” Lisa said standing up making eye contact with him “My-my name? Umm my names Riki Nishimura Riki but my friends call me Niki” he said blush creeping up his cheeks from her deep stares “well than Niki I hope we can get to know each other through the time we spend here” she said letting go of his wrist and walking over to the side of the bed, niki just looked at her movements not realizing he’s been staring for too long “umm aren’t you gonna get out?” Lisa asked smirking at him “oh oh yeah sorry I forgot” he said before rushing out of his room, CUTE Lisa thought to herself before changing into his clothes , she then made her way downstairs where all of the others were sitting watching a movie “ yah Lisa hurry up before the popcorn finishes” Hyein said her head was rested on Jungwon’s chest Lisa just smiled at the view this was the first guy Hyein was ever interested in she didn’t like dating or having crushes so this made Lisa happy very happy for her, she made her way over the sofa sitting next to Niki who looked at her smilingly as she sat “that hoodie looks great on you” Niki whispers into her ear making her blush at his words “thank you” she said trying to hide her smile and turned to the Tv as they all focused on the movie

Hours later Lisa woke up due to how thirsty she was when she got up she realized Niki was no where to be seen she paid no attention to it cause maybe he went back to his room to sleep there so she made her way to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water , after she was done drinking she decided to go back to the living room but then she saw Niki sitting outside the house looking at the moon Lisa decided to go and sit with him she made her way over to him and sat down next to him ,Niki just looked at her then back at the moon “the moons so pretty isn’t it?” He asked admiring it Lisa looked at him “yes it’s very beautiful” she said still looking at him “btw-” niki was about yo speak but then he saw that she was looking at him which made him blush “uhh what’s wrong do I have something on my face?” Niki asked worriedly “ no…it’s just that…you’re so beautiful” she said admiring his features, she didn’t know what she just said made him turn hella pink not even the dark sky can hide how pink his cheeks are “Y-you think so?” He asked her his heart beating fast “of course I do I mean look at you” she said leaning closer to him , Niki swallowed his saliva and licked his lips before holding her cheeks and pulling her in for a kiss, her lips felt so soft against his the kiss lasted longer than they thought before they both broke the kiss to catch their breaths He looked at her smiling widely before he stood up “ can I show you something?” Niki asked excitedly “please do” Lisa said looking at his eyes as they sparkled under the star filled sky “okay here goes nothing” Niki said before he breathed in, he held out his hand and his other hand went over it when he lifted up his hand water formed on his hand, niki was the one controlling the flow of the water, Lisa looked at him eyes wide “wait wait t-that’s you doing that?” She asked standing up “yeah I’m- I’m actually a fairy well a water fairy” he said looking at her she looked at him and burst out laughing “ya you expect me to believe that ain’t no way” she said laughing “okay since you don’t believe me then how about umm-” niki thought of a way to convince her but then got an idea “okay watch closely” he said before clapping his hands and some green wings appeared on his back at that moment Lisa knew she was hallucinating cause ain’t no way this is happening “oh-okay I-I believe you” she said still looking at his wings

“Really!?” He asked her looking at her while she just smiled laughing at herself “wait I really have to take a picture of this, I need to show this to my mo-” she was interrupted when niki took her phone out of her hand “ ya what’s that for?” She asked confused “you can’t tell anyone about this not anyone not even your friend Hyein this is just OUR LITTLE SECRET okay” Niki said “oh okay I won’t” she said taking out her pinky “what’s this for?” Niki asked her looking at her pinky “it’s a pinky promise” she said holding out his pinky and intertwining his with hers “it’s to make sure that the promise doesn’t get broken okay” she smiled at him “ oh well thank you” he said smiling at her “okay let’s go inside now” Lisa said heading inside the house followed by Niki “let’s go sleep in my room I don’t think the couch is comfortable” Niki said advising her , she just nodded and made her way to his room, Niki entered his room and closed the door before making his way over to the bed “okay then goodnight Niki” Lisa said getting in the bed “ good night Lisa have sweet dreams” he said entering the covers also, Niki just stared at her until she fell asleep, he made sure she was asleep before he caressed her hair “I know you won’t tell anyone…cause I won’t ever let you leave here…I want you to be with me forever” he said before kissing her on her forehead “Goodnight my queen” he said falling into a deep slumber…

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newwavenosferatu · 6 months

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Damned Gangrel. As I awaken and tend to my things, I see a message from Aurelia, the local Baron. She has invited me to some bar to meet with her and Koffi. I reluctantly go after ingesting some rando blood.

The address sent was some dingy dive in Speedway. It was empty save for the Anarchs, a barkeep, and 4 or 5 depressed drunks. They were in a corner booth, and when I joined them, the first thing Aurelia said is "Hunt?" as I'm asking what she means she interrupts "A Hunt. Will you join us on a good old fashion Gangrel hunt? We like to go after local scumbags and whatnot and make them pay." I agreed, and we chatted for a bit, Harish, their Emissary , deciding to join us before we left .

I haven't spent much time among the Outcasts, so I was under the impression this was a simple feed-kill with a twist. Not so.

The Anarchs drove me out to the woods, where the Gangrel shape changed and ran around amongst the beasts. Aurelia caught a deer with her claws, mutilating the poor thing. She brought it back and the Koffi began to drink from the wounds like, well, an animal. Harish bit the creatures throat, while I stand by curiously watching. When they offered me a sip I dipped my finger in its blood and tasted it. Better than rats.

After this little ritual, we went to stake out the target. Apparently, the guy was a prison guard with a tendency for violence. We pulled up a street away and made our way to the house, a simple two story with fading white paint. Two cars were parked outside, but the lights were off. It was decided that I would be sent in to survey the place. Unseen Passage plus an unlocked door makes for an easy time. A middle aged woman and a teenage boy were in the kitchen, talking around the dinner table. Great, a complication. The target was upstairs, endlessly scrolling on his phone. I make my way back and inform the Anarchs of the situation, and despite the unsuspected humans, they decided to move in. I made my way back inside and up the stairs, waiting until I hear the knock-knock on the door, when Harish would attempt to use Dominate to deal with the others, and the Gangrel would come upstairs and help get the guy out. I held the guy back with a knife to his throat but my threats were met with a simple "what the fuck, fuck you". Luckily, I was able to keep a hold on the guy while Koffi came to my assistance, tying the dude up. Aurelia laughed and told us to bring him down. We obliged, and found the two kine asleep on the couch, with Harish lounging in a reclining chair. He got up, opened the back door, and then there we were, in this small, fenced area. Koffi and Aurelia began to drink deep of the subdued target, with Harish waiting patiently to join in. We heard people moving and talking in the house, it looks like whatever Harish did wasn't too successful. Aurelia says "not enough time, stab him and lets get out of here". Koffi whined, "aww but the chase is my favourite part!". Harish pulled out a small knife and plunged it into the mans heart. It was now that I fully understood what was going on. Apparently, the Gangrel like to choose a target, subdue them, and release them in the woods so they can chase them down and kill them. she ride back was full of arguing over how things could have gone better. The second the car stopped, I slipped out and vanished into the city.

I thought the Gangrel were just animalistic, but tonight revealed a gruesomely primal part of their nature. We Kindred are hunters yes, and many of us even revel in the hunt, but the way their eyes looked as they jumped on him, the noises they made as they fed on him in a way like wolves feed on a carcass. I'm starting to think there is more animal traits of the Gangrel besides their appearance and disciplines.

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#vtm #world of darkness #vampire the masquerade #wod #nosferatu #wod oc #solo rpg #solo ttrpg #vamily #game log #solo vtm

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obeymebutcursed · 3 years

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Oooo I just had a kinda cute kinda cursed thought like what if one of Levi’s snabies was a little stunted at birth (maybe he had a HUGE clutch one time and there was one really small egg because there wasn’t enough room) and they only get to the size of a ball python, maybe a bit bigger, when their siblings are more like large burmese pythons. No matter how much Levi feeds them supplements and cheers them on like a crunchy suburban mom.

Levi feels a little bad that they wouldn’t survive as long in the Devildom wilds so he just lets them live with him. They keep the mice and rats out of the house which means Barbatos visits more often which means the brothers might get some of his godlike food so win-win.

When MC first sees them chilling on Levi’s desk or something they’re like “Aww you have a pet fish and a pet snake.” and Levi goes “Excuse me that is my CHILD?” It takes a couple tries at explaining before MC realizes this isn’t the “haha my pet is my baby funny” thing humans do and they get really confused.

🥺🥺🥺

Okay but this is so sweet!!

Levi having to take care of a little smol noodle because noodle baby just isn't ready for life in Devildom yet.

My heart.

Wholesome.

Poor confused MC though.

Cue Levi pulling out "baby pictures". It's just him hugging a bunch of eggs.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me cursed #obey me leviathan #obey me hc #obey me headcanons

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fnf-brain-rot · 3 years

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[Whitty x Boyfriend]

Chapter 5 - Let's just chill!

Boyfriend awoke with a bit of an issue in the.. south region..

He groaned, putting a hand on his head before sitting up. It hurt too. He was about to handle it when he felt a presence to the side of him.

Whitty was just standing there..

Staring..

The blue haired male screamed and threw himself off the other side of the bed, which only made Whitty blink and lean over to look. "Sorry I startled you." He called to him. Boyfriend could only see the swirls in his vision. He eventually got up, pulling himself back onto his bed, also bringing his comforter back up as well. "Whitty, how long have you been standing there?"

"Mmh... Most of the night."

"Wh-MOST-"

Boyfriend threw his hands up in exasperation. "Did you SLEEP??" In response to his question, Whitty shook his head. "I told you I don't really need to." Boyfriend grimaced in his direction, making a small sound of discomfort to himself, then sighed heavily. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I thought you were having a nightmare." Whitty admitted softly. Boyfriend's cheeks began to heat up as he spoke. "It sounded like you were calling my name.. Was I.. doing something bad to you?" Whitty seemed hesitant to ask, gently pulling on the large shirt he was given.

"No no no! You didn't do anything bad! I uh.. It was uh.." Boyfriend bit his knuckle. Well he certainly couldn't say what was actually happening, but he was such a bad liar. "It was a recap of our day out.. yesterday!" He blurted out. Whitty blinked. He did something bad yesterday. Bee says it wasn't directed towards him, but he was still weary of him thinking about it. "How about you go wait in the living room? I'll make us some breakfast, yeah?" Boyfriend offered, and Whitty nodded, turning around to leave the room, of course, obliviously leaving the door open. Boyfriend let out a gentle sigh and got up to close it, then deal with his issue. Shouldn't take too long..

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Whitty sat down on the couch, nervously fiddling with his fingers as he stared at the blank tv. He couldn't have left a bad impression right? Of course not, if he didn't like him, he certainly wouldn't invite him over, and cuddle with him. Cuddling.. was nice. It would be nice to do that right now. He decided to figure out the tv, picking up the remote and mashing a random button. He pressed damn there every button on the device before actually getting to the power button, and he couldn't help but jump when he heard the tv turn on.

He wasn't sure if he was ready to meet Dearest's daughter today. At least it was only her, and from what he knew, she knew nothing about him other than when they first met. Does she even know she's meeting the same guy? She looked pretty scared of him. Whitty squirmed in discomfort at the thought. What if she knew about him and her dad? What if she didn't like him? What if she rats him out? His head swirled with worst case scenarios, and he couldn't help but stress about it. Boyfriend exited his room about five minutes later. Whitty could hear the bare feet slap against the wooden hallway floor. "Whitty? Whitty, what's wrong?" The blue haired male rushed to the couch. Whitty hadn't realized he had started crying, clutching his head in his hands like he felt a pain too great to bare.

Boyfriend hopped onto the furniture beside him, gently hugging his head against his chest. "I'm sorry, did I upset you? I promise you didn't do anything bad." He mumbled softly. Whitty shook his head. "I'm just.. nervous." Boyfriend parted a bit, looking down at the bomb with a slightly confused expression. "Nervous? About what?"

"Meeting her."

Boyfriend understood. She did talk about how scary and dangerous he seemed. He didn't exactly specify that it was Whitty he was talking to. There is a chance she could freak out when she sees him. Maybe Boyfriend hadn't thought this all the way through..

"How about we eat breakfast? It's hard to think on an empty stomach." He hugged onto Whitty again, gently rubbing his back. Whitty quickly began to relax. No one had ever done this with him before, and it was really affective. He really liked it. "Can we do that thing first? The cuddle?" Whitty asked softly, and Boyfriend grinned. "Of course we can, Whits." He got down, then climbed into Whitty's lap, but he faced him this time, wiping away his tears, just like he did under the tree. Whitty couldn't help but smile a little, wrapping his arms around Boyfriend in a slightly tighter squeeze than the first time. He felt warm..

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Boyfriend had decided to make waffles, oatmeal, grits, scrambled eggs, fried eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, anything he could honestly find in his kitchen to make a big enough meal for someone who eats so much so fast. He himself was contempt with eating two waffles and some eggs, while Whitty, of course, ate everything else. "Dude, where does it all go?" Bee then asked, receiving a simple "hm?" from Whitty across from him. "Like.. You eat so much, but it's like it literally melts right off of you." Whitty shrugged. "It kinda does.. I digest food faster than normal humans." He explained softly. He picked up his dirty dishes and put them in the sink, with instruction, and did the same with Boyfriend's dishware. "Aww you don't have to clean up after us every time." Boyfriend laughed, sitting up and stretching before standing out of his seat. "I like to. I like to think it shows.. my appreciation for you feeding me." Whitty responded in a soft tone. Of course he didn't really know how to DO dishes, just put them in the sink. Boyfriend would deal with that pile later.

"Come on, let's get ready to go. I have a whole day planned for us." Boyfriend bounced on his toes before rushing back to his room to change. Whitty sighed softly. He didn't know how to use the dryer..

Boyfriend was quick to throw on his usual baggy jeans, white shirt, and his cap. He could barely contain his excitement, he was running back and forth in the hall, of course grabbing his mic and pocketing it for good measure. Whitty had crouched down in front of the dryer, staring intensely at it. "My clothes are trapped." He whined softly. Boyfriend came out from behind him, and couldn't help but laugh. "This is the handle to pull it open." He pulled it, and Whitty let out a sound of relief. His clothes were free!!

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"I'm gonna miss this carpet."

"We're gonna come back dummy."

Whitty blinked. He hadn't thought of returning to his house, he thought he was only letting him stay one night..

Boyfriend was sneaky in managing to get him to stay. He secretly applauded himself. He then smiled up at Whitty, gently grabbing his hand. "Let's get going!"

He decided to take Whitty to all his favorite spots. There was a burger joint he and Pico occasionally hung out at, and Whitty was totally down to eat again, so they went.

"Yeah, all the good stuff happens at night, so that's when we go see Gigi." Boyfriend explained with his mouth full, and Whitty nodded to show he was listening. "Oh crap, I forgot! I'm battling her mom tonight! I don't really know where though, they were gonna come pick me up." Boyfriend put a hand on his head and threw it back in distress. "Does this mean I won't meet.. Gigi?" Whitty questioned him. Boyfriend shook his head. "I guess we'll just have to wait until after. Her mom is sneaky as hell, who knows where she is at any time." He shuddered. That lady genuinely scares him.

Next up was the mall.

Whitty was hesitant to go into such a crowded area, but Boyfriend led him through the door in the back way. There were way less people coming through there, so he wouldn't have to worry about being spotted. As they entered, though, Whitty got this weird feeling.. Like they were being watched. He looked around the clothing section they were in. It was quiet back there too, save for the gentle music playing from the speakers in the ceiling. "Ooh! We should shop clothes for you!" Boyfriend then suggested. "But.. I won't be able to carry them with me everywhere.." Whitty objected, holding his hands up nervously. "You won't carry them everywhere. They'll be at my place." Boyfriend pointed his thumb at his own chest proudly.

He really did trick him into moving in, didn't he?

"The only money I get is from the collabs I've been doing so far, so until I get rich and famous, you can get one more outfit and a pair of shoes." Whitty hummed uncomfortably. Now he was taking more money from him, great. "Hey, I'm offering. Now go pick out what you like." Boyfriend smacked Whitty's leg at the knee cap gently, and Whitty quickly held it, puffing his cheeks. "Fineeee, I'll go pick out something.." He huffed reluctantly, but proceeded to look at some shirts and pants and such.

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The two walked out of the mall with one bag, and Boyfriend was holding a box, which had his new shoes in it. "Thanks.. for getting me new clothes. I'm sorry to spend your money." Whitty mumbled shamefully, and Boyfriend huffed at him. "I told you, I don't mind. I want you to be comfortable since it's obvious you've never relaxed a day in your life." Bee grunted in response, nudging his leg as they walked. Whitty laughed nervously, looking behind them. He swore up and down he felt like someone was following them..

"Where to next?" Boyfriend thought out loud, mostly to himself. It was already one in the afternoon, they only had about three hours left until they were coming to pick him up. They decided to go back to the house. Whitty felt uncomfortable being out in the open for so long. "You're sure you didn't tell anyone you were talking to me?" The bomb asked, taking his shoes off inside the house. "Yes, Whitty. I haven't mentioned your name to anyone. If anything I addressed you as 'the guy I battled last week' to Pico. Why?" Whitty shook his head, stepping onto the carpet, then relaxing all over again. It was just so soft-

"Whitty?" Boyfriend turned to look at him. Whitty sighed under his breath, then sat up. "I.. felt like someone was following us. All day. It just feels ironic that I'm supposedly meeting someone-a friend of yours-today." He muttered. Boyfriend stared at him for a moment. "You don't think.. You're not thinking I set you up, are you?" He asked hesitantly, putting a hand to his own chest. Whitty didn't answer right away. He curled up into a ball in his spot, the possibilities beginning to race through his mind all over again. Suddenly he didn't feel as safe as he wanted to. Suddenly he couldn't trust Boyfriend as much as he wanted to. Bee could see him breaking down into an anxious wreck, staring intently at one spot on the floor.

He was a little hurt, yes, but this guy had so many people out for him, it wasn't even funny. He couldn't be mad at him for being cautious. That's why he's still alive today. "Whitty.." Boyfriend approached him, and his heart broke when he saw how Whitty coiled away a bit. He didn't stop though. He crouched down, putting a hand on his head. Whitty slowly looked up at him, his black, inky tears trailing down his cheeks once again today. "When I told you I would be there for you, I meant it." He told him. "I wouldn't throw you in the gutter. Remember that? I would never set up my friend. If you don't feel safe going outside, you can stay in here, okay?" Boyfriend gently leaned forward, placing a kiss on his forehead.

Whitty had no idea what that was, but he liked how it felt. It was like his worries melted away with the feeling. Like he was.. safe. He took a breath, then nodded at Boyfriend's words. "Wait.. do that again?" Whitty's eyes held a less somber expression, and he gently held onto Boyfriend's head. This caused him to blush heavily. Whitty could feel his face heating in his hands. "W-What? A-A kiss?" Boyfriend was a little surprised as Whitty nodded. He tried to calm his heart beat. He could feel it beating out of his chest, so hard he would have thought he was having a heart attack. He leaned down and gave Whitty another peck on the forehead, and the taller couldn't help but close his eyes at the warmth it gave him.

"Thank you, BB." Whitty responded softly, letting his face go, then standing back up. "Y-Y-Yeah! N-No p-problem!" Boyfriend's hands were shaking, and he was laughing awkwardly. His face was so red, and Whitty remembered what that meant. He smiled, then picked Boyfriend up, a high pitched "beep!" coming from him. "Whitty!!" He exclaimed nervously, hiding his face in his hands. Whitty tilted his head. That must be an even more positive reaction! He sat down on the couch, still holding Bee in his arms. He was determined they would cuddle until Girlfriend came to get him.

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Boyfriend jolted awake to Whitty staring down at him. Again. He yelped out, but quickly exhaled, putting a hand on his own chest. "You don't wanna be late for your battle." Whitty noted softly. He was still holding Boyfriend. No wonder he fell asleep so fast. He sat up, and Whitty allowed him to, setting him on the floor in front of the couch. Boyfriend stretched his arms up, groaning at the good stretch. "Thanks Whits.." He mumbled softly, his face quickly beginning to redden again just by looking at him. "I'll protect the house while you're gone, don't worry." Whitty told him, and Bee laughed. "I'm sure you will." He made his way over to the door, slipping his shoes back on. "You sure you'll be okay?" He turned around, and watched as Whitty curled up on the couch. He nodded in response, turning the tv on. Bee smiled, then made his way out.

Whitty really wanted to see Boyfriend's little rap battle, to of course be emotional support, but he couldn't be seen. It sucked. He felt lonely all over again, sitting in the living room, sitting on a small couch in front of a tv playing something he wasn't interested in, and he had no knowledge of how to change the channel. He hugged his knees to his chest, puffing one of his cheeks in thought. Boyfriend seemed to genuinely care for him. He.. really did care for him.. Hopefully his friends are similar to that. Even if they weren't, Boyfriend was enough for him. He was all he needed..

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Whitty looked away from the cats on the screen about an hour later to the sound of the front door opening. His insides fluttered, like.. weirdly. He put a hand on his chest as the door opened, and Boyfriend walked in, talking to someone and laughing. He turned to look at Whitty, then winked. "Gigi, here's the guy I wanted you to meet!" Girlfriend walked past him, and looked directly into Whitty's eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, and Whitty began to sweat nervously. "H.. Hi-"

"I'm very sorry!"

Whitty's eyes widened, and his cheeks began to glow orange. "I also participated in pushing you to that point, and I wanted to apologise for doing that." She took her shoes off, making her way into the living room. Whitty and Boyfriend let out a breath of relief, the latter quickly following after her. "I-It's okay.. really.. it happens.." Whitty stammered awkwardly, shrinking against the couch as she smiled up at him.

"I'm Girlfriend, but just call me Gigi. I hope we can get to know each other better. And don't worry, I'll keep you a secret from my parents." Whitty's eyes brightened as she spoke those words. She seemed kind already. "See!! I told you it would go well!" Boyfriend hugged Girlfriend from behind, making her giggle. "Yeah.." Whitty mumbled to himself.

Maybe it won't be that bad making friends..

#fnfboyfriend #whitty #friday night funkin #fnf whitty #fnfwhitmore #whitty x bf #bf x whitty

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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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Rabbit ii

More of my purely indulgent fic of Draco Malfoy 💚

W! Mean! Draco(kinda) possessiveness

Tags @khemz1312 @squeaky-ducky

Draco pulled himself away from you to fix his robes and roll his shoulders straightening himself out. The stare he gave you made you shake in your knees, what did you do? It was his lackeys not you..

“The next time.. this happens..”

“It was them not me!”

Draco raised a brow at you, at that raised voice. He stepped over grabbing your face with a smile that seemed to go all the way up his face.”who are you yelling at?”

“Im not.. i.. i mean..i didn't mean too..”

“Should i tell Hufflepuff they have a cheater in the house?”

“No!!” You grabbed his robe pleading with him.

Draco let go of your face to rub your cheek with his thumb. “Say your a good badger who would never yell at her superior” he told her with a smirk.

You did not want to cry in front of him, everytime you did he would lick your cheek and tell you how sweet you taste.. instead you hid your face in his chest to hide your tears while you spoke. “Im a good ba-badger who would never yell at her superior”

You could feel Draco stroking your back in slow movements. “Such a well behaved badger, a good rabbit.” Slowly he took his wand out. “But i think.. i should still punish you.”

The same second you looked up at him he waved his wand around at you .

Everything got much.. much bigger around you. Everything seemed closer and your sense of smell was heightened.. and all you could think about was carrots….

Draco kneeled down, tipping his head looking satisfied with himself . “Perfect. Lets hope i can figure out how to change you back. But never mind that, lets go to class” he scooped you up in his hands and held you up by a nearby mirror looking very happy. “Look at you, so fluffy now” . Your long ears shot up and you began to panic. You were a white rabbit.

***

You were panicking in his grip. No no no. not this. You cant talk, nothing! You had to completely rely on Draco till he changed you back… you looked up at the happy man who was making kiss faces at you telling you how cute you looked like this. He opened his cloak to place you inside a pocket and scratched your head with a finger. “Off we go yeah?” he teased as he started to walk. Draco was so focused on you he did not realize his father had passed him in the hall seeing him talk to a snowy white rabbit. All you could think about was changing back and running away, somewhere safe. Maybe Hagids Hut...but all you could do for right now was wait it out.

The class was spells with Professor Snape. Your ears fell behind you when you heard his voice. He would not help you change back. Draco sat down in the back taking you out of his pocket to place you on his lap and scratch your chin. The look he gave you was demeaning…. So happy with himself, satisfied with his work. Treating you like a legit animal and turning you into one. What if he never figured out how to change you back!? You hopped in a circle on his lap panicking all over again. Snape isint gonna help me, what am i gonna do ?! what if i hop away and find help, but i cant talk!! And Draco would probably turn me into a frog ! what about.. McGonagall, she can turn into a cat maybe she could help me...

“Shh shh… pretty rabbit” he spread his legs slouching in his chair.” Be good and i might change you back.” his tone was condescending and hurtful, he had all the power right now. Your ears fell behind you again and you hopped to his stomach nuzzling his shirt up and over your eyes trying to pretend you were anywhere else. He cooed down at you scratching your rear and tugging your ear lightly. “Arent you cute when you wanna be ey? You didint want to snuggle the other night but look at you now.” you felt his hand scratch at your rear again. Why would i want to snuggle after what you did… “I like having you there Rabbit. Gets you used to my scent and i can feel your little wet nose wiggling against my chest, your cold padded front feet kneading my lap.” shut up.. I hate this, i hate it.. his long fingers stroked along your back, back and forth. “Your so fragile like this, a defenseless little Rabbit, if i change you back will you do this for me when your human?” he asked you, expecting an answer. What? Does he mean cuddle? You shook your head and budged your face into his chest feeling really sad. Why me, he could have picked on anyone else. If he changes me back im going to ask… You stretched a leg out getting sleepy. Why does that feel .. so nice.. Why is he being like this.. “aww, “ he tickled your little foot, smirking big. “Comfy on me? How adorable. Lets hope Snape doesn't call on me for some bloody demonstration” Draco turned his attention to the man, a hand still on your back rubbing ever so slowly, lulling you right to sleep.

Later on you woke up from the sound of students and the smell of food. It was dark and you could only see Draco a little bit . you must be in his pocket again. I slept the whole class? Is it lunchtime? The day is almost over then. Im hungry.. Dracos robe pockets were deep, deep enough for you to sit comfortably in his robe with two front feet sticking out in front of you. It was cozy… you wished it wasn't. All you could smell was him, all you could really hear was him, him him him… You yawned kicking your back feet around alerting Draco that you were awake. He moved his arm a bit so his robe opened making it easy for him to see you. He smiled down at you and held out some of a carrot for you. “Have a nice nap Pet? You slept the whole class” he held his robe open with his free hand .

You sniffed the carrot hearing your tummy growl. Dammit why is he like this… i am hungry..

It was mentally painful for you to do but you held your mouth open and Draco placed the carrot on your bottom teeth chuckling to himself.

“Malfoy? Where'd you get the rabbit?” Crabb asked him, from the opposite side of the table.

“Never took you for an animal lover mate.” Goyle added.

“None of your business, its for class” he snapped at them before feeding you again.

Ugn,,, just give me the whole thing… you kicked your feet and Draco glanced down at you again. “Hungry still? Can you give me the big sad eyes?”

You want me to beg you.. While im a rabbit.. For food!? When is this going to end…

You sighed low, moved your front paws together so they overlapped, lowered your ears till they touched your back and gave Draco the biggest, saddest eyes you could do, you even added in a lip quiver.

“Thaaaats my good Rabbit, my good girl.” he held out the whole carrot and you took it into the pocket nibbling like crazy.

“Hes talking to his rabbit”

“Just.. just dont say anything…”

After lunch Draco decided to just stroll around the castle. He talked about himself mostly or his father. He had you up on his shoulder and was outside the castle just walking around. Everyone he passed either gave him a look or asked about his companion. If they were not Slytherin he did not even look at them. But if they were of his House he would tell them he had a special class assignment and had to drag a rat around all day. Every now and then he would nuzzle his cheek on you while he walked, hands in his pockets, smile on his face, head in the clouds.

“Ya know Rabbit, this is the best day i've had in a long time i think. Its a lot less tiring than making hell for that Gryffindor kid. How bout you Pet? Good day?” he looked at you nuzzling you again.

I cannot…. Begin to explain how awful this is… i'm not your little accessory. Its your lackey's fault i'm stuck like this. I think you are a - wah!

Draco brought you to his chest to hold you as he sat down near a small river with flowers next to it. He had one leg up and placed you between them to scratch your chin. “Want a little treat for being so good?” he leaned over picking a flower, holding it down to you.

Are you kidding me…

“No? Cmon love, cheers”

You thumped a foot opening your mouth for him to place the little dandelion in. “good little Rabbit, tasty?”

You swallowed the flower whole with wide eyes. It is good.. You got out of his lap to hop to the flowers munching another and another making Draco laugh to himself. “Well i guess so Pet.” he watched you munch on a few flowers for awhile, leaning back on his hands. “Rabbit” he said.

What now… You turned to him with your ears back.

“Come to me,” he pat his lap. “Cmon, right here”

Im not a damn dog.. You hopped over between his legs again and he scratched your back in long strokes.Ugn dooonttt.. Il fall asleep again … Your little body slouched over his thigh and you nuzzled your face into his crotch closing your eyes.

“Must be the sweet spot yeah?” he glided his fingers down then up your fuzzy back watching your back legs kick out from under you. You were getting sleepy all over again. Dammit why.. Just stay… aw..aw...awak...e…

“If only you would let me do this when your human.” you heard him say.

Wait what? What did he say just now? Your nose wiggled and you laid your chin on his crotch staring up at him.

“What? I told you i dont know how to change you back” he spat out looking away.

Maybe,, pretend to sleep…

You nuzzled your face back into his crotch closing your eyes and Draco laid his head on his knee watching you.

“Those fucking two trying to touch you, i dont know what came over me. Your mine, Little Rabbit. No one can touch you, no one can have you, no one can take you away from me. Not your stupid House, not the teachers, no one. Youll stay loyal to me wont you? Thats what Hufflepuff is. My loyal little Rabbit.”

What.. what does this mean?does he plan to keep me with him after graduation?! You wiggled around and Draco scooped you up laying down with you on his chest. You looked scared to him. Draco scratched your head and you scooted closer to his face putting a foot on his chin.

“Yes little Rabbit?”

I dont understand you.. Why are you being so soft right now.. All the time your mean and cruel to me but today… i dont understand. Is this all a trick to get me to fall for you? Mess with my head?

Draco pouted his lips at you. “Hmm? Give us a kiss, Pet” he fake whimpered.

I swear when im changed….

You moved your foot getting closer to nuzzle his face. Draco smiled pulling you closer and closing his eyes. “Good little Rabbit.” he dozed off holding you.

I could leave… find help.. Your body felt weird all of a sudden. Whats going on ? im floating?! Draco!! Draco!!! You struggled in the air watching Draco get farther and farther away. You floated back inside the castle and up some stairs to a open door where a man was waving his wand around directing you. He had long blond hair and looked very curious. You knew who he was the instant he put you on his desk.

His hand cupped your chin giving him a good look at you. Your squeezing too tight.. Please.. It hurts..

“Black and yellow eyes,. A Hufflepuff student.” he stroked your back in long hard strokes while he talked. “How did my son come across you? I wonder? I think ill hold onto you, he should realize soon enough..”

Lucious Malfoy… anyone but him… Malfoy was tolerable.. But his father… please come find me Draco…….and soon.

#😤draco #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy

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mentallyillwhumpee · 3 years

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TW: institutionalized slavery, mouth whump, gore, gaslighting, implied catatonic state, drugging, past noncon, vomit

This one is pretty intense, please tread lightly

Pluto was exhausted, all day he had been doing chores, no food or water for him, and then entertaining house guests however master saw fit. He hadn't slept in a long time, he couldn't remember how long, but he just couldn't. He was terrified the moment he let his guard down even a little that something awful would happen to him. He had already been whipped, drugged, raped, shocked with cattle prods, pinched and groped, and beaten. He could not take more, he was too weak, he needed to get out.

"aww, cute little thing isn't he?" A woman smiled, petting his head and scratching behind his ear. Pluto leaned into her like he had been taught, smiling softly at her gentle touches.

"he's a rescue, some sick fucks improperly trained him. He's learning, but he needs a lot of discipline" he spoke it like a threat. The sound of a phone ringing made Pluto flinch and cower into the woman. Charles sighed. "will you excuse me for a moment? I need to take this" he said, leaving the room in an angry huff.

This was his chance, Pluto couldn't make it out on his own, he needed help, he needed to get out. He turned to the woman, big pleading eyes. "help me- please ma'am I need you to help me, you don't know the things he does to me- I need to get out of here please!!" He begged, looking up at her. She looked sympathetic for a moment, scratching behind his ear again

"it's okay baby, I'll help, I promise. I have a plan, just you wait" she can reassured. Pluto could've jumped with joy, but he had to hold it in.

That shred of joy quickly shattered in his hands when he felt his hair grabbed tight by the woman as Charles walked back in. He trembled and be fought and screamed as she told him everything, everything that Pluto had begged and done. He hit, kicked, punched to get away, but it was no use. Charles quickly got sick of his protests and slapped him with all his force, sending him to the floor. When he was there, he jabbed him with one of the needles he kept on hand. Pluto begged and protested slowly, but his body soon went into that limp, unknown twilight again.

He began to come to again in the basement, tied up to what looked like a dentists chair, his head strapped down and held in place by a leather strap and two plates on either side preventing him from turning. A piercing light was above him, and he just knew that this was going to be different than the rest of his punishments.

"you just can't listen, can you?" A voice said, walking up to him. Charles had worn his blood stained clothing he used for punishments. "you know I was going to keep you in good shape, show the world that you can keep pets docile without punishment" he grumbled "but you still had to find a way to fuck that up, didn't you?" He said, shoving a ring gag into Pluto's mouth to keep it open. "I wanted to make my image look better, after what happened with my last pet, I thought maybe you could be the one to show the world that pets can learn to obey" he spat "but I guess not, I guess you'll be the reason that things never change" he said.

Pluto wanted to sob, he couldn't handle being the reason that things didn't get better for pets. But then a lump formed in his throat. His last pet. His last pet had died in an 'accident' they said, he was bad and didn't take his punishment as instructed, and instead of his shoulder, Charles sliced his jugular, and he couldn't be saved. It was the pets fault to everyone else, but Pluto knew he would be next if he didn't start to obey. He mumbled and begged through the gag that he would be good, he could be a good boy and he wouldn't disobey ever again.

"oh Pluto-" Charles cupped his face "it's far too late now" he said coldly.

At this, Pluto began to shake, trying violently to escape, but his restraints hardly allowed him to move, let alone escape.

Charles approached him, a flaming hot brand in his hand. Pluto froze in his panic, looking up with terrified eyes.

"Pluto stick out your tongue" he commanded

Pluto shook his head, trying to hide his tongue with the ring gag somehow.

Charles began to grow angry. "stick out your tongue, NOW, or I'll cut it off entirely" he threatened.

Pluto complied, sobbing and sticking out his tongue. The worst pain he had ever felt shot through him as the brand was pressed down. The smell was horrible and the taste in the back of his throat was worse. He was in silent agony for far too long, until the brand was removed, and he began to scream. It was too much, too much pain and too much everything and too much-

He felt the familiar feeling of sickness in his stomach, as he vomited over himself and his chest. He couldn't even move to get it away.

Charles made a disgusted face, walking away angrily before returning with a bucket of steaming hot water, dousing him in it to get the vomit off.

Pluto screamed again as the water burned- it burned so bad, but only seemed to leave small little burns along his form.

As Charles approached again, he tried to speak, to tell him he had learned his lesson, that he would be better, but the pain in his tongue left him unable to speak.

Charles laughed at this, cupping his face for a moment, then walking back to grab something new. "I mean you didn't think I would just let you get away with this so easy right?" He quipped, a large pair of bone scissors in this hand. Pluto didn't even have it in him to tremble more. "tongue out again" he said.

Pluto instantly complied this time, closing his eyes tight. He cruel metal placed around the tip of his tongue, and then snipped. He screamed, the loudest and most piercing scream he could as his mouth filled with blood. Charles looked at the severed muscle, the first few centimeters of his tongue.

Everything after this became a blur. He could vaguely feel pliers in his mouth, and he came back to reality four times, only to scream again as his canine teeth were ripped violently from his skull. He didn't know how long it took anymore, he was exhausted, lost in a fog no drugs could even begin to compare to. After awhile he was let go, dropped to the floor. A blanket was thrown at him as he was left to lay on the floor so he didn't bleed on masters property.

"you're lucky I didn't wire your mouth shut like a fucking corpse. If this doesn't make you think twice about your words, nothing will" he threatened.

Pluto lay in his fogginess, it was too painful to eat or drink, so master had to bring an IV and a feeling tube so he didn't die. He didn't know how long it was, it seemed like forever. After a bit, he was brought back up to masters room, still with his IV and feeding tube. He wasn't expected to be near guests right now, but even when he was, master would just tell them that he was recovering from a very bad punishment for being a very very bad pet.

The fog began to clear, bit by bit, but a certain level of haziness still floated in his mind.

"you'll never talk like that again right?" Master knelt down to him, looking him in the eyes so he would repeat it.

He nodded fervently, his brain skipping certain words like a broken record. I will never talk again, I promise

@rat-father @sideblogformindtrash

#pluto my child #pet whump #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump ideas #whump rp #whump fic #whump community #whump #whump drabble #whumpee #whump blog #mouth whump

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unforth · 4 years

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Bakery owner!dean, hungry endverse!cas

I wanted to warn you this ended up having a brief mention of John Winchester’s A+ Parenting. Am I misremembering that you’re actually kind of a John fan? Sorry about that...it’s largely incidental, fwiw. Also, this got kinda long, and I’m not sorry.

Also, mentions of drug use, and a mildly dub con kiss (there’s not explicit consent before hand)

Fuck, but it had been a long day. Exhausted, Dean finished consolidating all the garbages into one ginormous bag, hefted it over his shoulder, and carried it out the back door. The alley behind his bakery was as repulsive as always: reeking, with puddles best left unexamined, and a handful of rats skittering into the shadows. Ignoring them - but making sure the door was shut behind him - Dean strode to the dumpster and swung the bag atop it. An explosion of fetor burst outward as the new weight atop the garbage forced air from the bags beneath.

Ugh.

This bullshit was why Dean always saved taking the garbage out for last. He didn’t want to touch a single damn thing in his bakery after interacting with the alley. Heck, he didn’t even want to walk on his floor - that’s why he mopped before he closed and before he opened.

Ugh, ugh, ugh.

Grumbling under his breath, Dean stomped back toward his door. Something squished underfoot, and before Dean could look - before Dean could convince himself not to look under any fucking circumstances - and aggrieved voice protested, “Watch where you’re stepping, dickfuck.”

“Sorry,” said Dean, sincere, as he realized that the squishy thing was an arm, belonging to a scruffy homeless dude who’d been sleeping in what Dean had mistaken for a pile of recycling. “What’s a dickfuck, anyway?”

“You are,” the man said sourly. “No screw off and let me sleep.” He was filthy, his face covered in dirt, his hair matted, his clothing in rags that didn’t conceal his emaciated figure.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Dean replied. The man glowered and tugged a dilapidated box over his face. “Sleep well, asshole.”

And Dean went back into the bakery.

He wiped his feet on the entry mat.

He washed his hands in the sink.

He looked with contentment at everything he’d built, shut down for the night after another successful, if exhausting day.

His wandering gaze spotted the basket of “day olds” that he’d repackaged to sell at half-price the next morning.

An image of the gaunt, dirty man sleeping in the alley floated through his memory.

Selling his excess at a discount helped him keep the business afloat and meant he didn’t waste ingredients; that said, it also weirdly cost him money, because the customers who checked the “day olds” would, if they found nothing to their taste, usually opt for a pastry at full price instead.

So...if it wouldn’t really cost him much, if anything, to give the baked goods to someone in need.

Nodding as he made up his mind, Dean took up the entire basket - a half-dozen cookies, a loaf of bed, and two scones, not the most nutritious selection but when the alternative was “no food,” well, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Not that alley dude had begged.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t hungry. He sure as fuck had looked hungry. Heading out the front door, Dean locked up and carried the basket around the block with him, returning to the back alley. The pile of boxes still looked like recycling, but alley dude’s fingers still poked out. Setting the basket down beside him, Dean lifted the limp hand and set it on the baked goods. No need to wake the guy up again. He could find the bounty later, and do with it as he would.

Chest glowing with that Good Samaritan feel, Dean headed home with a bounce in his step.

Maybe he should make this a regular thing - stop selling his “day olds” and donate them instead...

Dean hoisted the day’s garbage into the dumpster, turned to walk back to his back door, and stopped. Alley guy sat amidst his boxes, looking like some weird cardboard golem. Dean’s basket was sitting on the back stoop. Embarrassed, Dean looked away and scowled. He’d not given the food expecting thanks. Alley guy had never been there before; Dean had assumed he’d never be there again. Fuck, but seeing the dude was just awkward. Ignoring him as best he could, Dean walked by, took up his basket, opened his door, and--

“Hey, dickfuck - I’m allergic to dairy,” grumbled alley guy. “So, thanks for nothing, I guess.”

Opting not to turn around, Dean shrugged and said to his graffitied door, “eh, it’s not like you asked for that shit. You weren’t obligated to thank me, or to eat it. Hope you paid it forward, though.”

“Oh, yeah...cause I got so many friends or some shit. But yeah, the rats loved the crumbs. You dickfuck.”

Rolling his eyes, Dean walked back into the business. That’s what he got for trying to do a good deed. What a goddamn waste.

Still, the charity he’d e-mailed about donations hadn’t gotten back to him yet, and he had a baguette in the resale bin...grabbing it, Dean used a red pen to emphatically circled the ingredient list, went to the cooler and took a bottle of water, and poked his head back into the alley.

“Hey,” he said. Alley guy jerked around to stare at him. “Dairy free, asshole.” Dean threw the two toward alley guy, who snatched them from the air with surprising dexterity. “Any other allergies you wanna warn me about?”

“Manners,” alley guy replied flatly. “That gonna be a problem?”

“Pfft, like I care what the fuck you say or do,” Dean scoffed. “But if you die back here, I’m the one who’s gonna have to deal with the cops. Like I wanna talk to those SOBs over your mangy ass? No way. So, eat up.”

And before alley guy could reply, Dean went back inside, locking the door behind him.

“Don’t suppose you’ve got any hummus in there?”

“Buy your own.”

Over the days that followed, Dean and alley guy developed a weird rapport.

“You know your food is garbage.”

“Takes one to know one.”

Alley guy was abrasive, sardonic, and irreverent. In any other circumstances, Dean would want to deck him in the face, but his perpetual rudeness despite his dire circumstances was weirdly...endearing. It seemed a bizarre form of self-preservation, a show of strength that the man would sass him. Dean was willing to bet, oh, a fuckton, that his thinking so was a sign of his own stereotypes about the homeless - it’s not like losing their houses reduced them to personality-less manikins or some shit - but still, alley guy’s bullshit, and that Dean could give back as good as he got after kowtowing to all the crap that customers pulled on the daily, was refreshing.

“...did you figure out a dairy free quiche recipe just for me?”

“Why the fuck would I do that? New recipes are for paying customers.”

Dean totally expanded his knowledge of dairy-free cooking for alley guy’s sake.

“Ya know, you really don’t have to keep feeding me...”

“You leave, I stop.”

And despite his expectations that alley guy would leave...he never did. And occasionally, when Dean looked back, it would be to see yellowed teeth revealed as pink lips spread in a broad grin, and blue eyes sparkling, and an expression rife with all the appreciation that alley guy couldn’t express and Dean didn’t want to hear anyway.

Alley guy’s cheeks had some flesh on them again, too.

Seeing him - smiling, and appreciative, and douchey, and healthier - felt good.

Dean was gonna buy him a fucking toothbrush.

“Hey dickfuck - I’m not your charity case, you know,” grumbled alley guy, sniffing suspiciously at the crisco-crust pie Dean had brought out, along with a plastic fork and bottle of water.

“No fucking duh,” said Dean, rolling his eyes. “You’re a strong, independent man who can leave anytime you wanted.”

“...no, I’m a useless, broke, jobless, homeless drifter with PTSD and not even enough money for a dime bag...and I could leave anytime I want.”

“Well, glad we sorted that out.”

“Yeah.”

“My name is Dean, by the way.”

“Oh?”

“Not dickfuck.”

“Bullshit,” retorted alley guy. “Your mama absolutely took one look at your dick face and wrote ‘dickfuck’ on your birth certificate.”

Flinching despite himself, Dean grimaced. He should let it roll off his back. There’s no way that alley guy could know he’d poked a sore spot, and no reason alley guy would care if he did know. And yet...some jokes hurt, and somehow Dean couldn’t escape the feeling that alley guy wouldn’t want Dean to actually be upset. Maybe that was reading way too much into their pseudo-relationship, but...

“Hey, yo, call me whatever the fuck you want, but don’t diss my mama, okay?”

“Aww, yas, gotta love the whiff of toxic masculinity that comes out when someone shits on mom.”

“She died when I was 4.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Channeling his upset into a glare - I will not cry in front of alley guy, not gonna do it, not gonna do it - Dean headed back to his back door. “Oh. Thanks for the shitty memories, asswipe.”

Throwing the door open, he stepped in, expecting at any moment for alley guy to say something even more dickish, but there was only silence, until--

“I’m Cas,” alley guy called.

Catching the door a moment before it shut behind him, Dean tossed it open wide, stepped into the opening, and caught it with a hand. Alley guy was eating the cupcake, frosting smeared over his lips, and he offered Dean a disgusting, crumby smile.

“Sorry I’m a fuckwad.”

“No, you’re not,” grumbled Dean.

“...yeah, okay, usually you’re right. Usually, I’m not even a little sorry I’m a fuckwad. But I am sorry about your mom, dickfuck. Dean. If I’d known it was a sensitive topic I’d have made fun of your dad, instead.”

“You do that,” Dean said, quirking his lips in a half-smile. “Dad’s an alcoholic son of a bitch - with all possible insult to my grandma intended - and if he’d a known I’d grow up to be some pansy-ass baker, he’d have named me dickfuck, not that ma woulda let him.”

“Your dad’s a fucker,” said alley guy...Cas...solemnly.

“Cheers to that,” agreed Dean. “See you tomorrow?”

Dean expected a quick riposte, a nasty reply, a joke and a shrug to break the seriousness they’d unexpectedly descended into. Instead, Cas gave him a funny look, and said in an equally odd tone of voice, “yeah...yeah, I guess you will.”

Shaking his head, Dean retreated into his business.

What a weird fucking guy.

“Dean, I was wondering...you give me all this shit...is there anything I could do for you in return? Odd jobs? Mobsters you need driven from the premises? I’m handy with a screw driver and an every weapon in the US arsenal.”

“Really? Every single one? Even the black ops shit?”

“Especially the black ops shit. But I’m being serious.”

“That you’ll shut the mafia for me?”

“That I want to help. I know I seem like an ungrateful sod...that’s because I am an ungrateful sod...but I could, I don’t fucking know, sweep your stoop, or snake the pipes, or wipe your counters, or...”

“...just so I’m absolutely clear, you’re not offering me a blow job or an assfuck in exchanged for baked goods, right?”

“...would you accept a blow job or an assfuck in lieu of payment?”

“From someone with your skank-ass breath and gingivitis? Fuck no.”

“I don’t have gingivitis on my cock, Dean.”

“And honestly...if you don’t take a goddamn shower, I’m not even letting you on the premises. But--”

“But you appreciate the offer, you don’t mind giving me baguettes, it’s definitely not a no homo thing, blah blah blah, I get it, I--”

“--but I got a shower stall in the basement.”

“...oh.”

“So, get your ass cleaned up - and no, I don’t mean sexually, I’m not a homo but I am bi as fuck, but like, just no, the levels of squicky in the homeless dude I’ve been feeding paying me back in sexual favors is just all kinds of nope - and then if you want to help, I could use an extra set of hands with the dishes. But if you do, I’m fucking paying you. Okay?”

“I don’t need your charity.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, and I’m not offering it. Heck, you’re in this alley every fucking day - that already makes you about a billion times more reliable than the last dumbass I hired as a kitchen boy.”

“You want me to be your...kitchen boy?”

“Do you want to be my kitchen boy?”

“...we’re still not talking about sex?”

“Just get your ass in here and take a fucking shower. And I’ve got a bag of clothes I’ve outgrown - before you say it, I mean that I’ve got too fucking chubby to fit into, thank you very much for fucking noticing - and I’ve been figuring out how to give them to you anyway, so you can change into those.”

“You wanted to give me clothes.”

“It was you or Salvation Army.”

“They’re a bunch of fucking transphobes, you know.”

“Yeah, I know, that’s why I opted for you. I assumed you weren’t a bunch of fucking transphobes.”

“What if I’m one fucking transphobe?”

“Look, you want to take a shower or not?”

“...yeah. Yeah, that would be nice, Dean.”

“Good. Get your utterly non-sexual ass into my place of business. You’re hired.”

“What’s your fraternization policy?”

“Shut up, Cas.”

“That’s an oddly specific policy.”

“Shut up, Cas.”

“...make me?”

“Shower. Now.”

“Yes, Dean.”

A distinctive musky, skunky smell wafted through the kitchen, so strong it over-powered the mouthwatering scents of proofing croissants and caramelizing sugar. Wrinkling his nose, Dean stuck his head into the dining area, expecting to see some stoners with the munchies buying him out of cookies, but the scent terminated at the door. If it wasn’t a customer, it might be one of his neighbors...but the other businesses around were closed on the weekend...or someone who lived in the building above...but that should drift up, not down...or from the alley outside...but the handful of small windows in the kitchen area were nailed shut to prevent exactly that kind of problem...so where...?

Grimacing, Dean returned to the kitchen.

“Heya, Dean,” Cas drawled.

Cas.

On his third day of work.

Late.

Dressed in Dean’s hand-me-downs.

Shaved.

Surprisingly hot, now that he had some flesh on his bones and some color to his skin.

Pupils dilated.

High out of his fucking gourd.

“Out,” snapped Dean.

“Oh...did I blow it?” Cas broke into a lazy smile, not a hint of surprise in his voice. “Shocking.”

“For fuck’s sake, dude - no, you didn’t blow it, but you do not show up in my place of business reeking. You get your ass to the shower, clean up, change into some fresh clothes, and then wash the goddamn dishes like we discussed.”

“And if I don’t?” There was something bizarre about Cas’ expression. If Dean didn’t know better, he’d think it was...affronted? Insulted? Put out?

What, because I didn’t fire him?

Over some goddamn pot?

Who the fuck does he think I am?

“Then you can go right back out to that alley, bury yourselves in those ratty, stinking boxes again, and I’ll bring you some bread tonight,” replied Dean with a shrug. “No skin off my back either way. You’re here because you fuckin’ offered, man, not because I insisted or nothing. Anyway, you want to afford more weed, you need money, so...dunno why you’re acting like a dickfuck about this, but seems to me that from your point of view, it’s a lose-lose, and from mine, it’s whatever. Capish?”

Silent, Cas stared at Dean.

Sending a silent what the fuck skyward, Dean turned to check on the croissants.

Cas stared at him.

Ignoring him, Dean glanced through glass front of the stove to see if they were up to temperature.

Cas stared at him.

Running through his mental task list, Dean checked his stocks of frozen cookie dough - and Cas stared - and gathered the ingredients for Sally Lunn rolls - and Cas stared - and tossed some tart shells in the oven to blind-bake - and Cas stared - and set some butter on the counter to warm to room temperature...

...and Cas stared, and said, “You’re right,” with solemn conviction. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, ready to work.”

“Awesome. You do that.” Dean offered him a half-smile, and Cas startled and shook out his arms as though a spell had been broken.

“And Dean...thank you.” He smiled. “But I’m not a dickfuck. You are.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Dean smiled back; the genuine grateful pleasure on Cas’ face was irresistible. “Get out of here and come back when you smell better.”

“Yes, Dean.”

There was a knock on the door of the closet that Dean liked to pretend was his office. Looking up from his account books, Dean frowned. “Come in.”

The door opened slowly, hesitantly, and Cas stepped into view, stopping framed by the rectangle of brighter light that emanated from the kitchen. A year had done wonders for Cas; he’d gone from sleeping in the alley and showering in the basement and working odd hours to being a full time employee, with an apartment, and time off, and clothes of his own, and a permanent 5 o’clock shadow. If the occasional whiff of patchouli drifted about him, well, it meant he cared enough to mask the pot stink, and that too was a vast improvement. How he spent his extra money and leisure time was his own damn business.

Even if, sometimes, Dean wished it was his own business.

But nope. Cas is off limits. Given our relationship - as benefactor and benefactee, as employer and employee, as...fuck, I don’t even know, but it’s awkward - there’s no way in fuck-all I can tell him that I think he’s gorgeous and hardworking and totally spank bank material.

Being the boss blows sometimes.

And Cas was still standing in the doorway, still watching Dean in that peculiar, steady way he had, and still silent.

“Look, these books don’t balance themselves. So unless you got an accounting associates you haven’t told me about, spill it and then kindly fuck off.”

“God, you’re an asshole,” grumbled Cas, rolling his eyes.

“Yet here you are,” Dean replied with an ingenuous smile.

“Yeah, well, not for long.” Something in Cas tone made Dean really look up, really look at him, and he was surprised to find Cas serious, troubled, and focused. Blinking at him, Dean set his pen down, closed his book, and tried not to worry. “I, um.” Cas was hesitant. Cas was tongue tied. Cas was never anything but brash and confident and full of amazing douchiness.

“Hey - dude...” Dean rose, and shimmied to the side to initiate getting through the teeny path beside his teeny desk, but Cas arrested him with an upheld hand. “...whatever it is, you know it’s okay, right? I trust you.” Cas laughed hollowly and Dean’s concern intensified. “If shit’s going down, you don’t have to face that shit alone any more, ya know?”

“Yeah...” said Cas bitterly. “Yeah, I know.” Cas took a deep breath, let it out as he squeezed his eyes shut, and said in a rush, “I quit.”

“What?” exclaimed Dean.

Cas opened his eyes, deep blue obscured as they narrowed with uncertainty, and nodded slowly for no obvious reason. “I said, I quit.”

“Why?!” Shock, worry, and disappointment collided within Dean. If Cas quit, would he end up on the streets again? If Cas quit, would Dean get to see him any longer? If Cas quit--?

“Because as long as I work here, I can’t do this,” Cas replied, and as Dean watched as though time had dilated, Cas lunged forward, knocked into the desk, grabbed the loose sides of Dean’s apron, and pulled him into a rough kiss. Stubble tickled at Dean’s cheeks. Lips applied amazing pressure to his own. Cas’ face was so close that his two eyes seemed four until Dean’s eyes slipped shut and he leaned in, deepening the kiss, teasing at Cas’ lips with his tongue.

Cas jerked away from him with a gasp, chest heaving, and for a split second Dean thought he’d somehow misunderstood everything.

If he doesn’t want tongue...is there something, anything, else that kissing me out of the blue could mean??

“Cas?” Dean asked weakly.

“Yeah, dickfuck?” replied Cas with a mysterious smile. His tongue flicked out and ghosted over his lips, and Dean swallowed a surge of arousal.

“What the fuck was that?”

“It was the kiss I’ve been wanting to give you for a goddamn year,” Cas explained contentedly. “Whaddaya think?”

“What do I think?” Eyeing him, Dean took a deep breath and let it go, raising two fingers and brushing them over his mouth. The way Cas stared at every movement was more delicious than Dean’s special, patented, best-in-the-tristate-area apple pie. “I think I want to do it again.”

“Good,” said Cas, his hunger as obvious as the growing bulge in his pants. He reached out...and Dean stopped him with a hand.

“After I finish the books, and seriously, anywhere more comfortable than in here, okay?”

“In the kitchen?” Cas suggested with a lascivious wink.

“Ew. No! Unhygienic. Do you know how much trouble I’d get into if the health department found out?”

“...aren’t I worth it?”

“Okay...look...just to be clear...we are talking about sex, right?”

“For once...god, I hope we are,” said Cas fervently. “Because if not, this is, hands down, the most confusing conversation I’ve ever had with you - and that’s saying something.”

“What?! I’m not confusing,” Dean exclaimed. “You’re fucking baffling.”

“I’m easy,” disagreed Cas. “In every sense of the word.”

“I call bullshit. If you were easy, it wouldn’t have taken me a year to get in my pants.”

Cas raised a finger. “You were trying to get in my pants?”

“No! Of course not!” Dean spluttered. “I’m your boss, that’d be wrong on so many levels!”

“That’s about what I figured,” agreed Cas with a hum. “But you’re not my boss any longer.”

“That’s why you quit.”

“So if we can’t fuck in the kitchen, how about in the shower?”

Catching his lip between his teeth, Dean barely quelled a hysteric laugh. He wanted to - fuck, how he wanted to - but... “Ok. Here’s what’s going to happen. First, you’re rehired. There’s no fucking way I can close up for the night alone before at least eleven, unless I’ve got help. Payroll is due, and this shit won’t balance, and I can’t go anywhere until it’s done. So, you do closing shit, and I’ll do fucking math, and then, when once all that is set...we can talk. Okay?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a control freak?” smirked Cas.

“Has anyone ever told you I don’t give a fuck?” Dean retorted.

“Don’t worry.” Cas’ smile went gentle, and Dean’s heart fricken melted. “I love it.”

“You--”

“I’ll go wash the dishes now, sir,” Cas interrupted, grin going saucy. “Come fire me whenever you’re ready...”

Dean’s mouth worked around a reply, but no words would come; Cas, looking eminently proud of himself, turned and sauntered from the room, ass wiggling.

“I will,” Dean called after him as the door swung shut. He sounded strained, and high pitched, and he’d have been mortified if he wasn’t so damn excited and horny.

Guess no good deed goes unpunished...

The gorgeous sound of Cas’ rich laughter echoed loudly enough that Dean could savor it despite the door separating them.

...and man, is the punishment for this good deed going to be a goddamn blast.

Hot damn.

#sheinthatfandom #unforth writes #spn #baker dean #homeless cas #endverse cas #idek know how to tag this #the read more is broken and I don't know why #sigh

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anestheticrage · 4 years

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Be me: back from the lands of plague and rats. finally home to the capital city of ... plague and rats. everything is clockwork and damn those are some big whales. no time to see the sights, gotta check on my non-wife queen, and my non-daughter daughter. they gucci, chillin in the high tower. #fuckthatpeasantlife Heres a piece of paper babe. it says the plagues are still plagues and the rats are still rats. whats that zippy shadow doin on the roof top. whats that zippy shadow doing standing right next to us. what's that zippy shadow doing with his knife in my girl. oh shit. oh shit. its the fuzz, i swear i didnt do it. it was The Shadow Man with the A E S T H E T I C and the sexy voice. aww shit they takin me in

now were in the dungeons. with the rats. and the plague. and a serious case of UNBRIDLED GODLY RAGE. break down the bars with your bare teeth and indulge in a few dozen counts of lethal self-defense. gotta find non-daughter-chloe-moretz and teach her wrong from right.

but not before the resident time lord comes to give you some sick ink and make you jump around on floating rocks. what an ominous voice. itd be a shame if he sounded like a FUCKING. TEENAGER. IN THE NEXT ONE.

aces, we got some motherfuckin powers. now its time to do the stabby dance. you dance i stab. now were talking. good thing the swords are CLOCKWORK TOO. time for some revenge cause this is a fucking stealth game so WHAT ELSE WOULD BE THE GOD DAMN PLOT. here come the heavy-handed moral decisions, tap x to NOT GIVE A FUCKKKK. electricity is a thing cause of the whales and dont forget THE CLOCKKKWOORRKKK!!! murder has never been this fun and diverse.

'haven't you played deus ex th-'

PPLLLAAAGGUUESSS AND RATTSS

cross a big bridge, break into a whore house, and kidnap leonardo davinchi. now we got the fuzz right where we want em. man what a day. time to knock back a few drinks with the boys. itd really be lovely if they

DIDN'T, FUCKING, POISON ME.

WHY ARE THE FLOATY ROCKS BACK. I SWEAR I ONLY HAD ONE DRINK. NO I AM NOT ENJOYING YOUR CONVOLUTED MORAL QUANDRIES, MR MONOTONE JUDGEY VOID BITCH.

back in action and its time to wade through the sewers and stab aesthetic murder man with a heart of gold. WE'LL EXPLORE HIS MORAL CONUNDRUM IN THE DLCCCCCSSS

thats one more checkmark off my shitlist. and now for traitors. and the traitor traitors. and the rats. and the pl- GOD DAMMIT THEY TOOK CHLOE AGAIN.

at least i still have you Samuel. you'll never leav- samuel no! SAMMY BOY COME BACK IM SORRY. EVERYONE WAS JUST A BASTARD. I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.

now were alone. just like all the other times. if only i had collected enough magic rocks to summon plagues and rats. TWISTTTT. FEED UPON THE FLESH OF STEAMPUNK CULTISM AND PHILOSOPHIC COMMENTARY. YES MY FURRY MINIONS: CONSUME! (wait does whale oil make steam?? blubberpunk??)

climb the lighthouse and crack open the boys with a cold one in front of your not-really-sorta-maybe-still-cant-tell (???) daughter and hope she doesn't have daddy issues in the next one.

IF I WAS MEANT TO NOT KILL ANYONE THEN WHY DID YOU GIVE ME SUCH COOL WEAPONS. FUCK YOU AND THE HIGH HORSE YOU FLOATED IN ON, YOU BLACK EYED, CROSS ARMED PRICK. YOURE GONNA SOUND LIKE A PREPUBESCENT PENGUIN IN 4 YEARS ANYWAY.

#Dishonored #corvo attano #emily kaldwin #daud #the outsider #video games #arkane studios #the knife of dunwall #dunwall #steampunk #blubberpunk #stealth games #morality #i played this game clean hands/ghost but thats nowhere near as fun to write

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 4 years

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Avatar: The Last Airbender episode 2x07 ◜✧˖°☆

I wonder if this is going to be a Zuko-only episode, I have the feeling it is going to be.

Aka Zuko’s Bad Day #∞.

Aww baby he dreamt-hallucinated his mother, this episode is going to hurt.

The boy is hungry and is almost out of money. With the money he has he can only buy feed... but the Earth Kingdom soldiers take it away. The shopkeeper says they’re supposed to protect them from the Fire Nation, but are just bullies. Being a soldier can do that to people, especially if stationed among civilians.

The kid Zuko didn’t rat out invites him to his house. There’s a pig rooster, look at it!!

Zuko declines being offered dinner at first, but accepts to help with work around the farm, which he is not very good at, unsurprisingly. He was a prince until last month.

The father is a very respectful person and we stan.

AAAH

AAAAAH

LOOK AT THIS

If you only look at the pictures in his post, this episode seems a lot happier than it is...

Awwww a flashback of him and his mother. His mother is Soft. It’s interesting that they show him mimicking some cruel behavior of his sister’s, without really realizing what it means. His sister is apparently younger than him, but seems to have a very domineering personality, while he’s a normal, naive child.

Azula was indeed a manipulator since an early age. And extremely rude towards those, including her own family, she does not deem worthy of respect, like Uncle Iroh. These flashbacks have a very important function, not just to shed light on Zuko’s past, but especially to shed light on Azula’s - his bad actions are explainable through the complicated circumstances he’s experienced, her bad actions are not explainable through external reasons. She does not have bad parenting to blame; no trauma made her what she is. She had a loving family (although I’m sure their father is not exactly the ideal model of parenting in general, but still he doted on her) and yet she was completely without empathy, not just towards her inferiors (common among privileged people, after all) but towards her equals and even people who are effectively her superiors like her uncle and grandfather.

The kid Lee secretly borrows Zuko’s swords to train with them, and he gives him some advice. Dual swords are not separate weapons, but two parts of a whole... now, if he understood that it applies to people too.

Earth Kingdom soldiers appear and taunt them about their son’s battalion being captured and the terrible fate that awaits soldiers that get captured by the Fire Nation. Obviously they don’t care about the citizens they’re supposed to protect, they’re just full of the power their position gives them over unarmed civilians.

Zuko reminisces about when they heard about the death of his cousin, Iroh’s son. It’s implied he was a kind of older-brother figure to him; he can empathize with what the family is going through.

Ooh he gives the kid the dagger that was given to him by uncle Iroh and that was taken from a defeated Earth Kingdom figure.

“What is wrong with that child” mood, Mrs Mother.

Their father makes Azula show off her skills to their Fire Lord grandfather. Zuko tries his best, but no one is impressed, except his mother, who tells him that there’s value in fighting even though it’s hard.

Ah, I wondered why was it that Iroh is clearly older than his brother the Fire Lord but is not in fact Fire Lord. We’re going to learn.

Azula is a fucking nightmare.

Oh no, Lee has been kidnapped by the soldiers, and Zuko intervenes. But swords are not enough against an Earthbender... he’s going to reveal himself.

Indeed he does, and his real identity takes away the respect of the people. We also learn that now that he’s officially an enemy of the state or whatever, the story of how he got his face burnt has spread even beyond the Fire Nation, and even common people in the Earth Kingdom have heard of it. Previously, Uncle Iroh had explained the story to the Fire Nation ship crew who had no idea. Zuko’s “dishonor” is common knowledge now. Ironically, it could do more good to him in the long run than not; the Fire Lord is not exactly a beloved figure worldwide.

Well, we have still things to learn about the history of the Nightmare Family, but Azula is plunged into the nightmarish parts of it to the neck...

#marghe watches atla #atla

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karenninaaa · 4 years

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you chase the darkness away (and you put a light in my chest)

Summary: Peter was on the verge of losing his mind over his secret superhero identity reveal. Morgan brought him a book.

Iron Dad Bingo: Cuddles

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Mr. Stark had said that he should get some sleep. But Peter had figured out a little bit later as he lay on the bed in the Stark cabin that his body was too keyed up to fall asleep. His hands had twitched every time he would try to lie still. He had tossed and turned around trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Soon, Peter gave up on the concept of sleep and how it was not something he would probably be able to do that night. He bolted up from his bed as he exhaled frustratingly. He peeled off the duvet covering his lower body. He sighed again. He hunched forward, bowing his head. He carded his hair with his hand. His breath got ragged every passing second.

Everyone knew I am Spider-Man. . . Shit. Shit. Shit. What am I going to do?

He shut his eyes tightly willing the thoughts to go away. It wasn't helping with the anxiety and paranoia bubbling up in the center of his chest. Mr. Stark had said that they would fix it and there was nothing to worry about. But it wasn't right. His mind protested. It was his problem that he should be fixing himself instead of dragging Mr. Stark into it. He had retired for gosh sake. He should be living peacefully here in his cabin with his family and not give him something to worry about. Saving the universe had been enough to fill up a lifetime quota of being in the superhero business.

Peter's heart became erratic as his breath became even more shallow. His head turned at the window. A stream of moonlight seeped through it giving the darkened room a luminescent glow. For one second, as Peter's shoulders rose and fell from his uneven breathing, he thought of running away, away from everyone he cared about. To put them away from harm's way and every negative effect of people knowing that he was Spider-Man. His aunt would be safer here than being with him.

And then the door suddenly creaked open. Peter almost jumped up to the ceiling. He stared wide-eyed at the door moving then a small head popped in.

Peter blinked, relaxing a bit at the sight of Morgan on the door.

"Oh good, you're still awake." Morgan's voice was in a hushed whisper as if afraid of waking up everybody in the house if her voice raised any higher. She stepped inside and closed the door softly. She sauntered towards him hugging a picture book and holding a flashlight.

Peter stilled in his position as Morgan put down her things on the bed and climbed up on the bed with a little difficulty. That's when he moved and helped her up on the bed.

"Why are you still up?" Peter asked.

"Sshhh." Morgan put her tiny index finger on her lips. She sat comfortably on the bed with her legs folded underneath her. "Lower your voice, Mom and Dad might hear us, especially dad. I have my suspicion that Dad has super hearing and he's just hiding it from us."

"Oh?" Peter's eyebrow rose.

Morgan nodded conspiringly. She spoke in the same low tone and leaned forward to Peter. "Dad knows when I'm still not yet asleep at night and reading my book." She patted her book on the bed. "I was probably reading it too loudly and he heard me."

"Then he'll probably come here soon." Peter guessed.

"Nuh-uhh." She shook her head and whispered. "Not if we talk like this and hide under the blanket with a flashlight on." She held her flashlight under her chin and turned it on, giving her face a yellowish glow. "I think we're safe enough." She waved the flashlight while making funny faces.

Peter giggled at that.

"Sshh." Morgan shushed him. "I can't sleep either and I want someone to read to me, but Mom and Dad are already asleep. I don't want to bother them."

"I can read it for you if you like." He offered.

That's how they found themselves underneath the covers with a flashlight and an open book on the bed. They lay on their stomachs as he held the flashlight over the book and read in a low voice as Morgan had told him to. The book was about a doctor who can speak to animals.

"That's interesting," Peter whispered, flipping the next page.

"I know!" Morgan whispered back excitedly. She beamed at him as her light brown eyes gleamed from the little light coming from the flashlight. Then she paused. "Since you're Spider-man, can't you talk to spiders?"

"No, I can't." Peter sighed tiredly. It was a question bound to be asked when people had learned that he was Spider-Man.

"Aww." Morgan momentarily looked dejected that Peter felt bad about it. But then, she asked him to resume reading so he did.

They reached the part where the protagonist was about to go on a voyage to cure and save the dying animals.

"Should I go on a voyage too?" Peter muttered absentmindedly and flipped again the next page

"Where are you going?" Morgan interrupted his reading. Her brows pulled together.

"Somewhere far away."

"You can't leave!" Morgan gasped. Horrified at the idea of Peter leaving.

Peter opened his mouth to calm her down when another voice interrupted him.

"Why are you still awake?"

Peter and Morgan froze as they stared at each other. They knew that voice very well. After a beat, they emerged from underneath the blankets and sat up.

Tony was standing by the bed with his hand on his hip. Peter and Morgan smiled sheepishly at him.

Tony looked expectantly at them. His eyebrow raised.

"I told you dad has super-hearing. He can even hear us in his sleep." Morgan muttered as she leaned sideways to Peter.

Peter wanted to say that it was probably because of some traitorous artificial intelligence who had ratted them out and not because of some enhanced senses. But who was he to shatter the kid's fantasy of his dad looking cooler in her eyes? So he kept his mouth shut.

"So no one's gonna tell me why you're still up at midnight?"

"I can't sleep," Morgan answered honestly. "And Peter's going away." She pointed at Peter.

Peter's mouth hung open at Morgan. "What happened to the siblings’ pact we've done to keep things between us?"

Morgan huffed. "This is an exception, I don't want you to go away!"

"Hold on, hold on." Tony signaled for a time out. "Peter's what?"

"He's leaving us!" Morgan said. "Daddy, quick! Do the thing when someone tries to run out of the house."

"W-Wha-" Peter looked back and forth between Morgan and Tony. "W-what thing?"

He had gotten his answer when in a flash Tony moved. He jumped onto the bed and managed to wiggle his way behind Peter and sat with his legs on Peter’s both sides. Peter found himself being wrapped around Tony’s arms. His bionic arm glinted in the moonlight.

Peter tried to squirm and wiggle his arms out of Tony's hug. "Mr. Stark!"

"No. No one leaves the house." Tony said. He was smiling. Peter could tell without even looking up at him.

"Yeah!" Morgan squealed and tackled Peter in a hug. "You can't go. You can't leave me!" Morgan looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. Her arms wrapped around his torso. She was sprawled on the bed on her stomach.

"How can I possibly leave like this?" Peter gave up on squirming his way out.

Tony stilled behind him. "You were not serious about that, were you?"

"Uhhh,"

"Peter. How can you think of that? Where are you going?" Tony asked. His arms around him loosened.

"I don't want you to worry about me about this whole revelation of my identity thing," Peter mumbled, staring down at Morgan's crown. Her cheek pressed on his stomach.

"Of course, we'd worry about you! You're a family!"

"But you are retired and you shouldn't be dealing with superhero business anymore!"

"Yes, I am retired," Tony answered patiently. "But it doesn't mean I would stop caring about you."

"But it's still felt like I am bothering you or something."

"Kid, I've sacrificed my one arm off and risked my life just to get you back and you're calling yourself a bother?"

That's when Peter started to smile and relaxed in his mentor's embrace. Peter leaned back against his chest.

"So, stop thinking of running away or something, you're gonna give me and your aunt a heart attack."

Peter hummed.

"Answer me, Pete."

Peter could feel Tony's eyes on him.

"Yes. I am not going anywhere." Peter answered. In his heart, he knew that he was telling him the truth. He continued. "I just thought that it was a problem I have to solve on my own."

"But it doesn't mean that you have to do this alone," Tony answered softly.

Peter could only hum. Strangely, the anxiety in his chest was replaced by a warmth spreading throughout his body. It was comforting. His head that buzzed with a lot of uncertainties started to clear off.

"Y-yeah okay, you can let me go now," Peter said.

"Not a chance," Tony said, tightening his embrace around his chest. He glanced over Peter's shoulder. "Besides, I think little miss is already asleep, you don't want to wake her up or else she'll hulk out like her dear old' uncle Bruce."

True enough, Morgan's grip around him had slackened. She wasn't chiming in their conversation anymore.

"So how did you learn this trick?" Peter tried to gesture with the whole despite his arms being locked in Tony's embrace.

Tony laughed softly. "Morgan was always running away when I tried to feed her. My only way so she wouldn't get past the dining table."

Peter chuckled.

"You should sleep too," Tony said after a moment.

And so Peter did. This time, he was quite certain that he would fall asleep. It was cozy. The arms around him were so reassuring that it melted his worries away.

There was a hum. Peter vaguely remembered as his eyes drooped. It was Tony's voice. He recognized. He was humming a tune. He tried to recall the familiar tune. His eyes were finally closed when he smiled in satisfaction at finally remembering what it was.

Itsy-bitsy spider

Climbed up the water spout

Down came the rain

And washed the spider out

Out came the sun

And dried up all the rain

And the itsy-bitsy spider

Climbed up the spout again

#peter parker #tony stark #morgan stark #iron dad bingo #iron dad & spider son #fic #karennina writes #karennina prompts

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ultimatecufangirl · 5 years

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The Three Captains: The Night Before Christmas

Author’s Note: This was inspired by and based on a Jeff Dunham episode. For all you Jeff Dunham fans you should probably know which one, but in case you don’t, here is the link. >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifK-k8Ii8Xw

And if you haven’t heard of him, go check him out; he’s amazing!!

Captain Underpants belongs to Dav Pilkey

Captain Blunderpants belongs to his original creator

and Captain Smartypants belongs to @artistcaptainbendy (I think)

*The three Captains are preparing to read The Night Before Christmas to their Georges and Harolds. Cap is the one who will read, and Smarty will softly play Christmas tunes on a guitar while he does so.*

Cap: T’was the night before Christmas— Blundy: And Mr. Krupp was at the movies. *all the boys laugh a little* Blundy: Or eating Edith’s cafeteria food. Cap: Would you-?! Blundy: What? I’m just trying to include everybody! Cap: T’was— Blundy: HOLD IT! Cap: What? Blundy: The heck is “t’was”? Cap: It’s in the story. Blundy: It’s stupid. Cap: It’s tradition! Blundy: Tis it? *all the boys laugh again* Cap: T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house— Blundy: Why’s it always a house? Cap: What— Blundy: There’s kids that live in apartments. *squeaky voice* How does Santa Clause get to the kids in the apartments, uncle Cappy? *all the boys laugh* Blundy: He has to buzz in. *makes a buzzing sound* Santa Clause! *they laugh again* Cap: And all through the apartments, not a creature was stirring— Blundy: Except for the weirdos in 2B. *all the boys laugh* Blundy: They’re drunk and hitting each other with nerf swords. *they laugh again* Smarty: *annoyed* Oy vey. Blundy: That’s Smarty’s term for “I wanna throw myself into a hole.” Smarty: More like I wanna throw you into a hole. *all the boys giggle* Blundy: *smug grin* Cap: *Ahem* Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Blundy: Mouse? You wish! You’re in an apartment, that’s a rat! *all the boys laugh* Cap: The stockings were hung by the chimney with care— Blundy: And believe me, the room could use some fresh air. *all the boys laugh* Blundy: Seriously, how the heck did that tradition start? Cap: What? Blundy: Hanging up dirty laundry hoping Santa will fill em with goodies! UUUEUEGH! *child voice* I wanna suck on this candy cane but it smells like someone’s feet! *Blundy’s boys laugh* Blundy: Good thing the tradition wasn’t underpants. *child voice* Sally, what’s in yours? *girly voice* Lincoln logs! *all the boys laugh hard* Blundy: *girly voice* And some Baby Ruths too! *all the boys laugh again* Cap: You are ruining this story! Blundy: You’re the one eating outta your own underpants. *all the boys continue to laugh* Blundy: Hey, isn’t this the part where the kids are sleeping with sugar plums dancing in their heads? I think they’re hallucinating. *cheerfully to the boys* Don’t do drugs, kids! *Blundy’s boys laugh a little* Cap: *irritated sigh* With mama in her kerchief and I in my cap, we had just settled down— Blundy: For an Uno game where Cap’s cards are a large stack. *all the boys laugh, and even Smarty giggles a bit* Blundy: *sparkly eyes* Aww, Smarty, you thought it was funny too! *all the boys and Smarty still laugh* Blundy: Now you have to get to the part where Santa gets busted for breaking and entering; where the heck’s that? Cap: It’s not breaking and entering! Blundy: Oh, keep reading, I think it qualifies! Cap: As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. Blundy: He fell down? Cap: Yes. Blundy: Doesn’t it say his face is all red? Cap: Yeah? Blundy: He must’ve been hanging out with Rudolph for too long. He got a red nose too but then it spread and his whole face started glowing. *all the boys laugh* Cap/Smarty: *annoyed* Cap: He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. Blundy: Y’know, if you really think about it, we’re always feeding this guy milk and cookies. Next time we oughta prank him and give him prune juice and toothpaste Oreos instead. *all the boys laugh* Blundy: I can’t wait to hear next year’s story. The Night Before Christmas Part 2: Santa’s stomach hurts like heck but at least his breath smells good! *all the boys laugh harder* Cap: Can I finish this story?! Blundy: *sparkly eyes* Oh please do! Cap: He sprang to his sleigh, and to his team gave a whistle— Blundy: Let’s get outta here, my eyes are burning from the overdone tinsel. *all the boys laugh a little* Cap: But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to all— Blundy: Oh crap, I ran over your bike. *all the boys laugh loud*

#cu #captain blunderpants #captain smartypants #george beard #harold hutchins

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relaxandlaughatyourself · 5 years

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Recap of Ika’s IG Live March 10, 2019.

She started solo and then had Dem join her. Was a really funny live, they were both so happy and in such great moods. Just laughter and light.

She’s washing her hair today so that is why she has her hair separated. Dem is watching from the doorway and says that he wanted to post a pic on IG yesterday but she wouldn’t let him cause she didn’t look good, but she’ll go on IG live with her hair like that, they laugh. She says that her edges are growing back, she thinks because she’s been good this year.

She has a story for us. It was last week and she asked Afia to shoot a youtube video with her to give tips and such, and she needed tips for going on camera. But she wasn’t around so she went to Sephora to get some tips. A woman was helping her, and a guy (sephora worker) came over and said he was just going to shadow her, learn what she was doing. But the woman was so mean and rude to this guy, and it really turned her off, though she was being nice to her. This woman was clearly trying to build rapport too, and at the end the woman wanted a pic with her and Ika said no. The moral of the story: When she is around people, she looks at how they treat others, especially those in different positions. It doesn’t matter what position you are in, what really matters is how you treat people. She remembers when she had her son and was looking for a daycare, she always looked how they treated all the other kids already in their care. How others treat others is a good indication of how they are.

She tells another story. A Caucasian person was telling someone else that they didn’t like Ika because they felt she is entitled (she’s not sure what specifically they were talking about but they’ve done it a couple times). She feels that a white person with privilege should not be calling a person of color entitled. She just doesn’t like being called that because she isn’t.

She watched The Challenge last night, she likes it. She couldn’t do The Challenge, but she likes watching.

She says she was trying to watch live feeds, she doesn’t know how we do it. She likes the clips she sees on twitter, but the feeds are just people sitting and talking, it doesn’t look fun. She does feel that bbcan5 feeds would have been good because it was messy all the time. It’s also hard for Ika to watch because when she does watch feeds she doesn’t know if what they’re saying is true, because she would always talk with others and it wasn’t true.

Ika says she likes watching Adam, but she doesn’t like Adam; the chat all says they don’t like Adam. Ika dislikes Mark more than Adam at this point, at least Adam is naturally a villain, but Mark is trying to be one. Would have liked to see Laura in the house, she should have faked it.

She keeps saying she doesn’t want to wash her hair, she’s been laying around all day preparing to wash it.

Someone comments to prank Dem again, and she says she wants to but she doesn’t know what to do. He’s a light sleeper, “he’s evil so it’s hard pranking him, you can’t prank evil.” She wants to scare the crap out of him. She doesn’t want to live in constant worry that he will get her back. She can’t do something with his golf clubs because he wouldn’t play for a while. She can’t shave his eyebrows, “he’s a realtor so he needs his eyebrows to make money.” She said she could put ketchup in his shampoo but he uses her shampoo and she’s not doing that.

She calls him in, “I have some crazy hair too.” Dem: “I feel as if I’ve all street cred with the honey bunches name.” Ika: “I’m not sure you had any street cred. No one was scared of you.” He was watching golf, Ika says when he does that she locks herself in the bedroom and watches tv.

Dem says he checked his IG DMs the other day and people keep asking about a video.

Ika says if they went on the amazing race together, she would kill him. He keeps blowing on her hair, and touching it.

Ika wants him to let her shave him, for a video or a live. She doesn’t want to touch his hair, but if she messes up his beard it can just be shaved off and grown back quickly. Dem leaves. Ika: “I’m going to fuck up his face. I’m gonna fuck it up.” NO ONE TELL HIM SHE’S PLANNING THIS.

Ika yells to Dem and tells him that she doesn’t want him watching her live. Dem: “You’re scheming and planning. I don’t trust you.”

Dem says that they were supposed to go to the grocery store.

Now Dem is worried about Ika shaving him, “this is why I don’t want you touching my face.” She mentions when she cut his hair in the house. Dem: “Yeah, yeah, it wasn’t good. But it was better than anyone else.”

Dem says that when he was auditioning for the show he had a handlebar mustache, but someone told him to lose it. Ika says she wants the moustache to be less dark, “and I’ll get your unibrow.” Ika: “It’ll be fun, honey. What happened to your adventurous side?” Dem: “Don’t listen to her, she was not a hairdresser like she said on season two.”

Dem says that he used to have to shave it when he was in the oil fields, but now he has so many scars on his face from hockey, he loves having a beard.

Ika: “I’ll take care of you honey bunches. I’ll make you beautiful.”

Ika: “If I do it for youtube, I’ll try extra hard because of the pressure.” Dem: “Then we’re doing it for youtube because I don’t want you to not try.”

Ika is so excited. “I am going to fuck him up. I’m not joking. He did the embarrassing lyric prank, he brought home a rat, he called my hair picky picky. It’s time to get him back. I am going to fuck up his entire face.” She says he has a showing tomorrow, but she doesn’t care.

Dem comes back… “you know when you walk into a room and it gets quiet? I played big brother too.” Ika: “You’re paranoid. No one was talking about you!” Dem: “You guys are coming up with some schemes.” Ika: “The paranoia jumped out of honey bunches. Aww look at you, you’re so paranoid.” Dem: “I just know I did some things… I brought a rat in here. What were you talking about?” Ika: “Just things!” Dem: “Oh, oh, oh! Cat got your tongue!” Ika: “I wasn’t even thinking of the rat until you said it. I forgot about the rat. I’m past it, I don’t hold on to things like that. You’re paranoid as fuck. You need a shot to calm the nerves.” Dem: “I’m aware of your little plot.” Ika: “I wanted you to think I was up to something, but I’m not.” Dem: “I know you’re planning to fuck up my face. I’m not going to be surprised. Ika says she will try her best and she is not a mean person who will mess up his face. Dem says she’s not mean but he thinks the fans may try to convince her and she’ll give in to peer pressure. The chat sides with Ika.

Dem ends the live by telling people to subscribe and if anyone needs a realtor to call him.

They decide to just do it and will come back (but it’s them so we shall see lmao).

#ig live

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shiranata · 6 years

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I’m planning on drawing all 12 samurai as a blushing little kitten. So here goes the 1st pairing, the demanding nobu kitten and the super-hardworker hide kitten. LOL.

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I think..

Nobu kitty will have anything he wants! He will see it that you serve him well in anyway that you can. You have to look at him and him only. No other kitty allowed to be near you. Pet him everyday and feed him high quality kitten snack or Meowrr!

Meanwhile Hide kitty will work so hard, catching rats around the house every morning and bring them to you, put ‘em right in front of your door. He will wait for you and meowing until you open the door and see the work he did, he deserves all the praise and rewards. Aww~

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Ah, what could possibly written in the letter they have there?

#slbp #slbp nobunaga #slbp mitsuhide #slbp fanart #fanart #samurai love ballad party #oda nobunaga #akechi mitsuhide #nobu kitty #hide kitty

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icecoldflames · 7 years

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Can you do a oneshot where vergil keeps secretly stealing food late at night because he has secretly found a pet black cat and is feeding him without the other sides knowledge. Can they find out about it too? I don't know if this has been done before

Here you go! Enjoy!

The Extra Fluffy Cat

Food started disappearing about a week ago. One day it was there, the next morning, it was gone.

And no one was owning up to it. It made Logan and Roman annoyed while Patton had to cook overtime . It was like there was a fifth mysterious mouth in the house.

“I swear, it’s like we have rats or some rodent eating all the food here,” Roman sighed, searching through the cupboard to find a good snack to eat.

“I’ll set up a few rat and mice traps tonight.” Logan nodded. “Obviously not killing them. Just trapping them,” he added in, glancing over to where Patton had been staring him down.

“Where’s Virgil?” Patton suddenly asked, looking around the kitchen.

Roman shrugged. “Who knows where that emo nightmare is. Probably just in his room or the living room listening to his music.”

***

Patton had made an extra large bowl of spaghetti the night before and today, a large amount had been taken out and seemed to have disappeared.

Roman kicked a mouse trap, it almost clipping on to a blanket Patton had wrapped around his neck like a cape for warmth.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it was you, Logan.” Roman scoffed, grabbing himself a bowl of cereal. “You always forget to eat when you get into a good book.”

“Maybe know the facts before you accuse someone, Princey.” Logan glared. “I made a plan and set a timer around breakfast, lunch, and supper. Plus a snack break in between. I’m eating just fine, thank you.” He scowled.

Roman rolled his eyes.

After the three of them eating in silence for a bit, Roman had an idea. “Let’s have a stakeout. Tonight. We’ll catch the food burglar. And if one of us happens to go for a ‘bathroom break’ when the food magically disappears you’ll automatically be called out, guilty or not.”

“I don’t agree with the whole guilty or not, but I’ll do it. Sleepover!” Patton exclaimed.

***

“I’m not doing it.” Virgil said blandly, not looking up from his phone on the couch when Roman asked for him to join.

“You have to, or you’ll be called out as the suspect.” Roman said, annoyed.

“You can’t make me. My bed’s more comfortable and I like my room how it is. I’m not sleeping on the kitchen floor.” Virgil scowled, finally looking up and glaring at Roman.

“Lay off.” Logan muttered, passing though the living room and rolling his eyes. “Just leave him be.”

***

That night, the three Sides were all huddled behind the kitchen counter in sleeping bags and their PJ’s.

Patton had some mashed potatoes and cooked fish out as bait.

***

Roman jolted awake later that night to the sound of a crash and someone quietly swearing.

He had fallen asleep!

And now the culprit was getting away.

Patton and Logan both seemed to have, miraculously, slept through the crash and voice.

Roman could do this himself. It was obviously Virgil, he was the only other person in the house who wasn’t with them.

That bastard!

Roman quietly followed Virgil to his room. Roman realized he hadn’t been in Virgil’s room for a while.

Roman stayed in the shadows; an easy task as the lights were low and there were tall objects in the room.

“C’mere, kitty.” Roman heard Virgil’s voice a few feet away. “It took longer than necessary, I know. The others were right in the kitchen, stupid idiots. But I knew they wouldn’t stay up the whole night.” Virgil’s voice was softer, however his sarcasm was still there.

A cat? Virgil was taking care of a cat? Since when?

Roman’s thoughts were spinning and he felt his feet and legs go numb for no apparent reason.

He could feel himself tip forwards and into the light.

No, no, no, no, no!

Roman grabbed the first thing his eyes came in contact with.

A coat stand.

What the heck is Virgil doing with a coat stand?

The coat rack was not attached to the ground so he soon fell flat on his back, the wooden stick with hooks coming down with and on him.

Roman heard a mewl as the cat ran off.

“If you wanted to dance with my coat stand you could have asked me before,” Virgil snapped, turning to him with his arms crossed. “What are you doing here?”

“Y-you have a cat?” Roman croaked out, pushing the coat stand off of him. “Why are you giving him human food? Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I do, because we have no cat food, and I didn’t want to tell you. Enough said.” Virgil replied, just as Patton and Logan bursted into the room.

“We heard a crash!” Patton exclaimed.

“Virgil has a pet cat he hasn’t told us about. He steals food for him.” Roman tattled, on his feet.

“A what?” Logan asked, jaw hanging open.

“Aww,” Patton cooed at the same time.

“It’s a her,” Virgil glared at Roman frostily.

“Can we see her?” Patton asked, jumping up and down in his cotton pyjama’s.

“Well you got to be quiet.” Virgil glared, crossing his arms.

There was dead silence for a few minutes.

Then, a meow came from under the bed and a slightly over-weight, black cat puttered out from under the wooden bed frame. She had large, caramel coloured eyes and her fur looked so soft. Her ears were perked up and she plopped herself down in the middle of the floor.

“She needs cat food, Virgil. Not human food. She’s overweight.” Logan commented in a whisper.

“She’s just…extra fluffy,” Virgil defended. But then his shoulders sagged. “I know. I was too embarrassed to say I had a cat.”

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed with us, kiddo. Having a cat is purr-fectly fine.” Patton giggled.

“I suppose so. Yeah.” Virgil reluctantly agreed.

“We’ll get her cat food first thing in the morning,” Logan said simply, pushing up his glasses he had snagged from when he had woken up.

“And play toys and everything to care for a cat.” Patton added in.

“Did you name her yet?” Roman suddenly asked, bending down to pat the cat.

“No.” Virgil said. “I couldn’t think of anything.”

“How about Oreo?” Roman suggested. She is extra stuf-ed, after all.” He added in, making his own pun.

#logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides oneshot #Virgil has a cat #black cat pet

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