#i did this for the first time last year and now she meows at the cooler door anytime she feels hot

[mocacheezy]

Reminder for any small furry pet owners with no AC; check on your pets and wipe them down with a cool cloth. If you have some of those plastic reusable ice cubes dedicate one or a few for your pet and gently cool them down by gliding it over the fur on their necks or under their armpits.

Brought to you by; my shorthaired cat Pikica looked like roadkill until I cooled her off for a bit and now she's her happy, slightly destructive self again. After being a lil menace and strutting around she is now curled up in her spot on the couch napping.

[jessiesjaded]

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[mochiwrites]

Jellie tends to be a very curious cat, sometimes. She likes poking her nose into places it doesn’t belong, or snatching things from Scar and Grian when they catch her interest.

Maybe Scar should’ve known better, then.

He sits in his and Grian’s bedroom (it’s been theirs pretty much after the second month Scar moved in), a ring in his hands. The metal is cool against his palm, a soft rose gold. The band isn’t anything special, a simple engraving in it. Scar knew Grian would throw a fit if he found out Scar spent so many diamonds on the ring. So he tried to get something reasonable.

He can spoil Grian with the actual ring.

If he says yes, that is. Just the thought makes a shiver run of Scar’s spine. Is he really doing this? He and Grian have only been together for a year and a half, but Scar just knows that he’s the one. There isn’t any doubt in his mind about it. But does Grian feel the same?

Jellie jumps up on the bed next to Scar, meowing at him. She brushes her head against his arm as she settles beside him, and Scar smiles. “Well hello there beautiful lady. Are we requesting pets?” he teases as he brushes a hand through her fur. She curls up close to him, leaning into his touch. Scar sighs softly, scratching behind her ear. “I don’t know Jellie… do you think he’ll say yes?” he asks quietly. She stares blankly up at him. “Yeah okay, fair enough.”

Past their bedroom, the front door opens and shuts. “Scar, I’m home!”

Scar jumps up, disturbing a content Jellie. He shoots her an apologetic look, giving her one last pet. But the most crucial piece?

He makes the mistake of leaving the engagement ring on the bed.

As Scar walks out the room to greet his boyfriend, Jellie takes to making their bed her own. Yet as she moves, the shiny ring catches her attention. She tilts her head, curious about the shiny object. Sticking a paw out, she swats it. Again. And again. And again. Until the ring tips over the side of the bed, dropping to the floor with a ‘plop.’

Her pupils widen in that playful way they tend to do, wiggling before she pounces.

Oblivious to what his cat is doing, Scar is sweeping his boyfriend into a hug. “How was work?” he questions, looking down at Grian with a curious yet soft gaze.

“Tiring,” Grian huffs, content to melt into Scar’s grasp. He lifts his arms, returning the embrace as he does so. “I had to remake the blueprint at least five times until the guy was happy with it.”

Scar winces, “Eesh. Now I’m kind of glad he only wanted you to meet with him.”

Grian glowers at him in return, though the look is entirely playful. “Yeah, yeah.” He leans up, brushing their lips together in a soft kiss. “Consider yourself lucky.”

“I think I will, thank you.” Scar grins, stealing a kiss. “How does a movie and dinner sound?” He bumps their noses together as he smiles.

“Let me think about it,” Grian hums, booping his nose against Scar’s as he does so. “As long as there’s ice cream after.”

Scar lets out an affronted gasp, pulling away. “I’m offended you think there wouldn’t be ice cream after all!” he says as he walks toward the kitchen. “Go sit! I’ll grab the takeout leftovers.”

Laughing, Grian takes his shoes off and heads over into their living room. He finds Jellie there, playing with something caught between her paws. He fondly shakes his head at her, “What do you have now, miss?”

Jellie looks up at him with a meow as she swats at whatever it is she’s deemed her new toy, chasing at it. However, said mystery object knocks into Grian’s foot, and he gets it first.

Leaning down, Grian picks up what appears to be a rose gold ring. He inspects it in his hand, eyebrows knit together as he does. “Where did this come from?” He blinks at it, looking down at Jellie. “Did you rob someone?”

Jellie sits in front of him, slowly blinking. The perfect picture of innocence.

Shaking his head with a faint laugh, Grian looks at the ring again. His heart skips a beat as he really takes in the detail of it. He certainly didn’t buy it. Did Scar? And if he did then….

Heart a little louder, he turns to his boyfriend. “Hey, Scar?”

“Yes, love of my life?”

“Any clue what this is?”

Scar walks into the living room, the soft crackles of a furnace behind him. He pauses when he notices what Grian is holding in his hand. His eyes go wide, looking a little pale. To the side of Grian, he spots the movement of Jellie’s tail, and looks directly at her. “Traitor,” he mutters.

“Scar?” Grian questions, confused and… maybe a bit nervous.

“Haha uh… any chance we can forget this all happened and revisit it like. Next month?” Scar weakly chuckles, the epitome of nerves as he looks at Grian.

“What’s going on?” Grian’s brows furrow in confusion, a bit of concern leaking into his expression.

Scar knows trying to lie about it is practically pointless. Grian is too curious and too stubborn to let it go. And now that he’s seen the ring… Scar takes in a shaky breath. “Void, alright. Guess we’re doing this.”

He walks over to Grian, “May I?” He gestures for the ring, and Grian slowly nods. He hands the ring over to Scar, who accepts it with shaking hands. “Okay.” Scar sucks in a breath, unbelieving that he’s really doing this right now.

Slowly, Scar drops down on one knee in front of Grian, watching the way the other’s eyes go wide. But something about the position doesn’t feel quite right. Brows furrowing, Scar sets his other knee on the carpet below. “G? Mind kneeling with me here?” he asks, to which Grian nods. He joins Scar on the carpet, kneeling with him as well. “Much better,” he hums, pleased.

“Scar what?” Grian questions, lost and confused, and goodness his heart is beating so fast.

“I uh, I had a whole thing planned out, but Jellie seems to have thrown a wrench into all that,” Scar chuckles. “But it’s fine! I can improvise, who needs a plan?” He does. He needs a plan. Shaking his head, Scar reaches for one of Grian’s hands, grasping it in his own. He takes a measured breath, and begins to speak.

“I love you. More than words will ever be able to describe, G. You’ve done so much for me, more than I think I’ll ever be able to thank you for. You found me on the street, and despite being scammed by me, you still offered me a roof to live under, and a home to heal in.” Grian’s eyes are focused on him, listening with rapt attention. His gaze only worsens Scar’s nerves, heart beating a mile a minute. “You’re stubborn and witty, and sometimes you steal the blanket from me.”

Grian laughs.

Scar loves the sound.

“You don’t let me wallow in self pity, or memories of the harder times. You’re endlessly kind to both myself and Jellie, and everyone around you, even if your patience runs a little thin and you get snippy. We may get into a minor disagreement here and there, but you always come back around to me.” Scar smiles softly at him, so painfully fond and loving. “Back on that world… I never thought I would get to live life again. Or even enjoy the night sky without being afraid. It felt like a part of me was always missing, but I found that part with you.”

“Scar…” Grian trails off, face going red.

“G, you’re my home, my light. I want to spend every day waking up next to you and messing up pancake batter with you,” Scar laughs, the sound wet and shaky. Grian laughs with him, sounding just as affected. “I want to hold you on your bad days, and on your good ones. I want to be there through everything, for the rest of our lives. You’ve reminded me what it’s like to live and love, what it’s like to be me. There’s no one else for me, my heart and souls are yours.”

Scar swallows, holding the ring out to him. “So… will you entangle your life with mine forever? And marry me?” His expression turns bashful as he asks, and Grian is red in the face.

“You…” he trails off, amazed and in disbelief all at once. He looks between Scar and the ring, and he shakes his head. “I’ve been trying for days to find the perfect way of proposing to you, and you go and pull the rug right out from under me,” he laughs. “Curse how perfect you are sometimes.”

“C’mon G, you’re really leaving me hanging here!” Scar whines at him, making Grian laugh all over again.

Grian wraps his arms around Scar’s shoulders, pressing their lips together. “Yes, you spoon. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”

If their neighbors hear how loudly Scar yells, well… it’s a warm congratulations to the newly engaged couple.

Jellie watches her humans cry in each others arms, tail flicking lazily at her side. She better get extra treats for this.

(It’s only later, when they’re sitting on the couch, curled into each other, that Scar realizes what Grian said. He turns to him, “Wait, you were planning to propose too?”

Grian snorts with laughter, “Hadn’t even picked out a ring, but yes Scar, I was.”)

[hunnyswift]

chapter one: hey, cowboy

summary: in which jake seresin is called back to san diego for a mission and meets the perfect girl…

chapter cw: profanity, use of alcohol, sexual innuendos, age gap

18+ minors DNI

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if there was one thing you loved , it was the hard deck. the perfect bar for you and your two best friends to work at and constantly drink at. the three of you had moved to san diego not that long ago , and upon exploring where you lived , you found the bar right down the road from your shared beach house.

at first , it was just a place for you three to wind down after a long day or party until the sun came up on a weekend. nathalie was the first one to apply to be a bartender , and then mckenna , and finally with some convincing , you.

tonight , however , it was only nathalie and penny behind the bar. you and mckenna had the night off seeing as it was a wednesday night. it wouldn’t get so busy that all of you would need to be on the clock.

so , around seven you and mckenna made your way there with tupperware in your hands — dinner for the ladies behind the bar. nathalie had been working all day , so you knew she was most likely starving , and how could you bring food for her and not your favorite boss ever?

“we brought sustenance!” mckenna announced as she burst through the front doors , making her way behind the bar to kiss and hug both nathalie and penny.

“we had so much left over and knew you two were working so hard and long we couldn’t not,” you explained , handing the boxes over and smiling when you see them pop open immediately.

penny thanked you both after eating a few bites and then turned around to help the next guest. for a wednesday evening , it was pretty busy. “what’s going on tonight?” mckenna asked for you , eyes moving around the crowd of uniforms.

“karaoke , duh,” you joked ; it was your idea to bring karaoke to the hard deck. though it took a lot of convincing and heckling penny , she ending up agreeing about a month ago. it’d been a hit so far , but nothing like the crowd tonight.

nathalie looked up , still shoveling the lasagna into her mouth as much and as fast as possible before she had to get back to work. “mm! bunch of pilots and sailors are back right now. don’t know why or for what. but that’s why there’s so much khaki floating around,” nathalie explained , pointing around with her fork.

“meow!” mckenna purred , grabbing the drink in front of her — penny quickly and slickly sliding hers and your drink onto the bar.

“oh please, i bet they’re all dogs that last five minutes in bed. don’t waste your time , kenny,” you laughed , sipping on your own drink.

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jake seresin and bradley bradshaw did not like each other. that much was clear from their first interaction of the night — going back and forth was their thing. they were competitive and snarky.

but after years of knowing each other and being sent all over the world together , they’ve come to an agreement. the only thing in common these two had was the fact that they loved women. luckily enough for them , they didn’t have the same type , not once going for the same lady before.

so , when their group had settled down and jake noticed two gorgeous young ladies walk into the bar and start chatting with penny and the bartender , he nudged bradley and nodded their way. bradley’s eyes followed , landing on yours.

your lips curl when you notice the two men staring and you jolt your head , silently asking them what the fuck they wanted. bradley laughed , patting jake on the back as he ‘called’ your friend.

“mustache and ken doll headed our way,” you moaned quietly to mckenna and nathalie , turning back in your seat to not face them any longer.

mckenna doesn’t try to hide her exciting , looking over her shoulder quickly and smiling when she saw the aforementioned mustache. “hot!”

“ladies,” bradley spoke first , sliding in between you and mckenna while jake stood next to you with a smile.

“the name’s hangman,” he spoke , holding his hand out to you to shake. you grimaced but took his hand in yours nonetheless.

“i’m gonna go back to work,” nathalie chuckled , eyeing the two of her friends. mckenna obviously falling for her guy’s smile and charm while you looked miserable. “love you!”

“love you too,” mckenna replied easily as you groaned the same response out.

“wanted to stop over here and say hi , introduce myself , y’know?” hangman explained , waving to the area around you. “haven’t seen ya here before.”

“is that a question?” you wondered , holding back a chuckle at his tone. you’d never seen him before. “because i’ve never seen you either , and i work here so…”

“is that so!” hangman smiled , sitting down in the empty bar stool next to you, “cause i was just over there saying to my buddies how i feel like i’d remember a face like yours.”

“got anything better than that, cowboy?” you raised your eyebrows , recognizing his southern accent easily. he sounded like home in a way. hangman laughed , never having been called out before. “like a real name? not some call sign?”

“jake seresin at your service , ma’am,” he corrected his earlier statement , reaching his hand out again as a fresh start.

“wonderful,” you smiled , introducing yourself as well. “you buying me a drink? or just flirting for the fun of it since you probably haven’t seen a woman since the eighties?” you questioned , shaking your now empty glass in your hand.

“what’ll it be? call your friend over here again,” jake instructed , nodding to nathalie , who hadn’t strayed too far. “oh , and i’m not that old!”

you laughed , letting your head fall back. “no? that’s what most forty year olds say.”

“alright , alright. i am not forty! do i look forty?” jake started to sound worried , only causing your laugh to grow.

“lielie , will you grab me another please? on mr. hangman’s tab!” you giggled at nathalie , handing your glass to her.

“top shelf tequila like usual?” nathalie joked , looking to jake to see his reaction , which was hard considering all he was doing was looking at you with a goofy smile.

jake reached his hand out for a second , stopping nathalie from moving to grab any liquor. “actually , you might wanna check her id. how old are ya , sweetheart? twelve?”

“ugh! you wish , perv!” you jested back , pulling his hand back from nathalie, “i actually am twenty-one , for your information.”

jake laughed with you , noticing how your hands were still connected. “alright fine , grab her whatever she wants , lielie,” he nodded kindly.

nathalie looked between the two of you , shocked someone else had called her by the nickname you made for her. “yes , sir.”

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since jake had come up to you , and mustache had reached mckenna , you’ve downed several drinks. mustache’s sung a few songs , and nathalie clocked out. but now , rather sitting at the bar , you three had joined the guys and their pilot friends. it was going well.

“no , no! i could slaughter you in a game of eight-ball!” you shouted , pointing at coyote , jake’s closest buddy within the group. “i swear on my mother!”

“oh no , she’s bringing up her mama,” mckenna giggled , sipping on what seemed like her hundredth drink of the night , leaning into bradley’s arms.

coyote let out a belly laugh , standing up and grabbing a pool cue. “game on , kid.”

jake let go of your hand , allowing you to stand up freely and get to work. “lielie , how much you make tonight?” you asked , picking out a pool cue of your own — the same one you used every night.

“um — i don’t know , like $350?” she replied , eyebrows furrowed.

“alright , coyote. i’ve got $350 on this game. you okay with that?” your smile was playful , but you were completely serious.

mckenna sobered up for a second. “babe , are you sure?”

“yeah , y/n/n , i don’t know these guys well enough to bet my tips for the night,” nathalie agreed , her lips tight.

you flash them both a look. “how many nights have i beat maurice in a row?” you played against one of the older regulars that came in all the time , working or not. it was a tradition at this point.

“like a lot?” mckenna guessed.

“honestly , i love it!” phoenix , the only female pilot of the group spoke up. “machado , i’ll add a hundred to the pot. i don’t think you’re winning this one.”

“i’ll rack them up,” he laughed , setting the game up.

“sweetheart , you’ve got a lot of confidence,” jake whispered into your ear , smiling at the fact that you’ve gotten more comfortable with him and his buddies.

you turn into his arms. “jacob , it’s not confidence. it’s skill , and it speaks for itself. just watch. i know you’ll enjoy it,” you whispered back , kissing his cheek before pushing him back into the booth.

the pool game starts , people choosing their sides and who their betting on , throwing their own bets in the mix. “coyote , all you need is to make every ball the next round and for me to miss this one. really , shouldn’t be too tough,” you chided as you lined up your shot , the last of yours before the eight ball. you sink the twelve ball in , looking up at your opponent and shrugging. “oops?”

“that’s my girl!” jake cheered , clapping his hands together with a laugh.

“coyote , man , she’s killing you,” fanboy jested , cracking up with payback and phoenix. bob laughed quietly with them , popping a couple more peanuts into his mouth.

“shut up!” coyote warned , clearly stumped by the fact that he was being beat at his own game by some twenty-something year old.

“c’mon , babe! you’ve got this!” mckenna yelled , shaking nathalie in her arms. “we’re winners!”

you relocated around the table , calling the pocket before getting low and aiming again. “sorry , coyote. it wasn’t meant to be for you,” you apologized , shooting your shot and making the ball in. “but it looks like nathalie made $700 tonight!”

the whole group jumped out of their spots , jake grabbing you in a hug before passing you off to your friends as he went to rub it in coyote’s face.

“i love you , woman,” nathalie beamed , jumping up and down with mckenna as they shimmied towards you , ‘making it rain’.

“this is why you’re my best friend , i swear,” mckenna howled , hugging you tightly. “we getting drunk tonight!!!!”

taking your drink back from jake , you smiled. this was fun. usually , you , mckenna , and nathalie stuck to yourselves or hung around with penny and the older gentlemen that frequented the hard deck. this was worth it though.

“wanna celebrate?” you asked , raising an eyebrow at jake as you finished your drink , nodding to the bar.

“c’mon , sweetheart. i’m buying!” jake wrapped his arm over your shoulder , beginning your walk to the bar. he let you sit down , standing behind you closely.

you were willing to wait patiently for penny to make her way to you , knowing she was still busy despite it being near bar close. but you could feel jake pressed against your back , his lips ghosting down your neck , telling you how good you looked beating coyote. “let’s celebrate at home! guys , we’re afties at the house! meet you there!” you announced to everyone still hanging around the table , throwing a hundred on the bar for penny and yanking jake by the hand out the building.

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ooohh first chapter is out! show it some love please<3

this is also not proof-read! i’ll going thru it when i put the next chapter out , but until then y’all are blind to potential typos and fuck ups

[gojowhorre]

one last touch | simon “ghost” riley x f!reader

i saw a post on tiktok and made me think about this <3

soft rays of sun peeked through the thin curtains as light wind went inside the room. gentle hands smoothed out the rough edges on the slightly damp clay, he lets out a grunt when the door opens.

visitors were coming in whether to do their own art or to view the regulars like him do art. he didn’t necessarily like or hated them, he didn’t really like the kids that come and go, they were rowdy. almost ruined his sculpture that was in the middle of the making.

as he was finishing up smoothing the rest of the lines the been carved into the clay, a child not more than ten years old came to his side and watched him work with stars in his eyes. it was cute, it reminded him of you.

he never did art. you did though. you invited him there at the same studio he was in now on your third date. you were making something, he only watched in awe. his hands were never gentle, steady yes, but never gentle. his hands tortured people, killed them. but you, you made things beautiful, created life with your art. he was the opposite.

so when you laced your hand with his, leading him to your seat, he was confused. you stood behind him, reaching for both of his hands that laid on his thighs, and placing them on your unfinished clay piece. he followed your lead silently. it was nice, the feeling of the clay, but the feeling of your hands on his was better.

he was a fool. that’s what he was. a stupid argument caused you to walk out of your shared apartment. it was for the best, you needed to get some fresh air, or else you two would’ve said something worse to each other. and when he didn’t hear from you for an hour he gotten worry sick.

if he went out to find you earlier. if he went to call you earlier. no, if he only had apologized after the argument, he wouldn’t be seeing you on the road with a crowd surrounding you with flashing lights.he wouldn’t be pushing people out of his way to hold you, your head leaning on his hand, your eyes glossy and unfocused.

it hurt didn’t it? and he wasn’t there to comfort you when you needed him the most. the thought of that felt like a knife was being twisted into his stomach.

he was lost. you were the one who found him every time. he felt anew when your eyes brightened when you found his. but he can’t find that light anymore. he can’t breathe. you always took his breath away, but not like that. you couldn’t leave him like that, not after an argument just before your death.

it took him almost two years, to get the courage to step into this art studio. he took lessons wherever he wasn’t busy, it took a while to get a grip on what to do and what not to do, but he made it.

it has been a while since he got to hold your face as you smile at him.

so, he made sure to do his first and final piece to be a sculpture of you.

he glances down at the boy who took a small section of his shirt and tugged at it, looking at the sculpture of you.

“she’s pretty.”

“she is, isn’t she?”

meow :3

[georgiapeach30513]

Your Mark On Me, Part 7

Summary: you and Bucky learn to navigate your relationship

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, descriptions of anxiety, mentions of arson, mutual pining, mentions of branding, mentions of a gun kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.3K

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Series Masterlist

*dividers by @firefly-graphics

*Bucky edit by @nixakimbo

“Mmm,” you moan. Feeling more rested than you have in years. A warmth radiates from your belly, and you start to turn to your side. But the warmth hisses at you, and you jolt awake. Staring down at her sweet face. Her blue green eyes twinkle at you before she crawls back up to lay on you. And then you panic.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Alpine meows up at you, tapping her paw on your face before you ever get to six. Pressing herself against you, and you feel her body vibrate with her purrs. It’s not that she isn’t beautiful and adorable. You’re just in a stranger’s home.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Her toe beans tap a bit harder on your chin, and you give her a frustrated look. “This is my process,” you whisper, looking towards the door to the bedroom. “Is he a light sleeper?”

Alpine jumps off the bed, and bounces to the door, turning back to look at you innocently. You aren’t sure if she needs to just get out of this enclosed space, or if she needs to see her owner. You shake your head, and bring your knees up to your chest. You didn’t know how you were going to get out of his house without him seeing you. Or worse, where would you go?

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Her screeches and loud meows make you open your eyes. Her hand scratches at the door in front of her.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

“Hey, baby, what’s — oh,” he walks closer to you, and your breath stops. “Shh,” he softly says, pulling your hand up to his mouth. Feel my breathing. Inhale. Exhale.”

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

“You want to breathe, just follow me,” he pulls your hand down to his chest, and you feel his warmth under your palm. “Come on, I know you can do it. I’m not going to hurt you,” finally, blinking as you gasp for air. “There ya go. That was perfect. Follow my breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Alpine, come here, girl. She stayed with you all night, didn’t you?”

The fluffy angel jumps in your lap, and you smile as you look down at her. Starting to run your fingers through her fur as your breathing and heart regulates, “I think she likes you. She hasn’t even begged for food. So, what do you remember from last night?”

“Fire,” that was the simple answer. The complicated answer was you cleansed yourself of all the embedded memories in that house. You couldn’t tell this stranger that.

“Yeah, there was a fire. Why didn’t you leave the house?” His fingers tap over his knee. An odd gesture that makes you think he wants to hold your hand. You can’t right now, even though it doesn’t make you want to run. For a stranger he’s showed more kindness to you than people that were supposed to protect you.

“I don’t know. I just wanted to watch it devour everything.”

He licks his lip, pulling the bottom one in as he bites it. Contemplating the next question. “What happened to your arm?” It’s the first time you’ve noticed he has an arm that is made of metal. Thinking you might have offended him with that question, you start to stumble over your words, “I’m sorry. I have scars, too. I don’t like talking about them,” his metal arm isn’t all you notice since he is topless.

“It’s okay. This arm doesn’t bother me anymore. It was an accident when I was in the army,” armed forces and a wounded soldier equals bad. It was always bad, “I don’t drink, and the only thing I do on a regular basis is smoke. I’m not that kinda soldier.”

“My dad was,” your eyes flick up to look at him, and he gives you a tiny nod. “How did you know where I lived?”

“You’ll hate me if I tell you. I don’t want you to hate me,” you didn’t want to hate him, and aren’t even sure you could. He is too kind to hate.

“Did you follow me from the grocery store?” He grimaces, but nods. “You didn’t bring me milk.”

“I saw you have a panic attack. I’m familiar with them because I’ve had them. I needed to make sure you made it home okay. It’s nothing sinister,” what should repulse you is sweet. The man who didn’t know you took the time to make sure that you were okay. And had returned at least on one occasion, but something tells you that it wasn’t just the once.

A silence passes between the two of you, and Alpine turns to put her paws on your chest, meowing softly before she nuzzles into you. “You kept coming?”

“Would you hate me if I said, yes?”

“No.”

“Since we’re being honest, why did you burn the house?” While it seems ill advised, you trust this man. He’d saved your life on more than one incident, and had continued to come in just to check on you. You want to tell him your life story.

“It was a piece of shit that housed a piece of shit, and it killed the piece of shit. I didn’t want it to kill me, either. I needed a fresh start. I didn’t need to be burdened down with…I’m not crazy. I’m odd, but I’m not crazy. There’s things that I don’t want to talk about right now,” it feels good to speak candidly about your past. Let a perfect stranger know your odd reasons for destroying that part of your life.

“But would you? Eventually talk about those things?” You aren’t sure why, but you like him. Not in some weird sexual way, but you like him. He’s warm. Soft, understanding, and patient. His voice is deep and loving. The lack of love you have felt most of your life makes you want to cling to him, but you need a boundary set up, so he can’t hurt you. They always do. You trust them, and they flip.

“Eventually. Thank you. I need to get dressed, and — I have nothing,” looking down at the clothes on you, realizing they’re his, your breathing starts to pick up. You had nothing. Just your laptop, and whatever you were wearing last night. Wherever it was.

One. Two. Three. Four.

“Hey, shh, we can go out and get you clothes.”

“I have nowhere to even live,” you burnt everything. The roof over your head.

One. Two. Three. Four.

“It’s not even been twelve hours since last night,” his voice never gets agitated. It remains steady. Even. It almost makes you calm down. But you had nothing left. It was all ashes.

One. Two. Three. Four.

“Inhale. Exhale,” why did he keep interrupting your counting? Why did he even care?

One. Two. Three. Four.

“This place has two rooms. Don’t worry about where you’re living. You can have this room. I don’t have much. Most nights I sleep on the couch anyways,” inhale. Exhale. He is serious. “I’m not asking for anything from you.”

“Why not? Why are you doing this for me?”

“I’ve been there. I just want you to feel kindness for a change. No one deserves to live in a mental hell. Even if it makes you a creative genius,” you crack a smile, naturally giving his leg a soft tap as you giggle. He knew enough about you. It is silly, but it makes your cheeks heat up in embarrassment thinking about him searching what you did for a living. Odd that he was able to find out that little tidbit, “What?”

“You not only followed me home, you read up on me?” He winks and nods his head towards a bookshelf. Your eyes scan over each of the books in there, and each one of them is yours, “You’ve…you bought them all?” You try to hide your smile, because what should be weird, is oddly adorable.

“No, I read them all. They’re amazing. I don’t know what really happened to you, and I don’t expect for you to tell me your true story, but your experiences have created worlds. You should be proud you used your life for something amazing.”

“I did, didn’t I?” You never compliment yourself. Never even like to bring attention to your work. It’s why you use a pen name. You never talk about your worth, but he was. Not just your worth, but your work. So much of yourself went into writing those worlds. Those moments and memories. The lack of wanting to do book tours, you never hear the good side of it. It felt nice.

“You want me to make breakfast? I make amazing eggs Benedict. I’ll even let you feed the queen Alpine her breakfast,” that sweet baby meows loudly, and jumps into the floor. Turning back to look at you with an angry noise. “She’s impatient.”

“I don’t want you to pity me.”

“I don’t. You fascinate me. There’s no pity coming from me. Except the pity I’ll feel if you don’t feed her fast enough, and she starts nibbling on your baby toes. It stings a bit.”

“Okay,” you whisper, following the smart kitty out of the bedroom. She seems to know where everything is, so you’ll listen. And maybe, hopefully this wasn’t a big mistake.

“And what exactly are you making?” You ask Bucky, jumping up on the counter opposite of the stove just to stare at his back. He continues to move around the food, and Alpine meows up at you. “Your daddy says you can’t get up here.”

“She can’t. Baby, go get on your tower, or you can ask your…Shy Violet to get off the counter, and quit bothering me,” Bucky peeks back at you, wondering if you caught his slip up in calling you Alpine’s mom. You didn’t. You are still smiling down at Alpine, pointing towards her tower.

“Daddy says no getting up here. Go on, my sweet girl, I’ll cuddle with you later,” Alpine has to be the smartest kitty alive because she meows loudly and angrily before she trots over to her cat tower, and you reach into the salad bowl pulling out a lump of feta. “Bucky, what are you making?” You give a little whine to him, lifting a leg to tap on his butt.

His arm quickly reaches behind him, and grabs onto your leg, “I told you that you better quit trying to touch my ass,” he actually wished you would touch it with your hands. Each day that passed he needed you to be more than just his roommate. Sleeping in the same bed as you was becoming harder, and so was he. It was fine, but it wasn't enough. He wanted all of you.

“Yeah, but you won’t tell me what you’re making for dinner,” you had that voice. The one that drove him crazy, and made him melt. You used it in your most comfortable state, and that filled his heart with so much warmth.

“Quit eating the cheese,” he warns you without looking. “It’s Tuscan gnocchi.”

“You’re putting spinach in it, huh?” Letting go of your leg, he turns around to smile at you. Your quirks make you that much more appealing. He just wanted to keep you in his pocket to protect you. “I don’t like spinach.”

“You can’t even taste it.”

“Then why are you putting it in there? It makes no sense whatsoever if you can’t taste it..”

“Do you trust me?” He asks, removing the pan off the burner. Turning off the stove he turns around to look at you, and you shake your head no. “You better trust me,” his voice darkens in a playful way, and your belly gets all fluttery with the pesky butterflies.

“Or what? What are you going to — ahhh!” You scream as he picks up your body to sling over his shoulder.. Carrying you into the living room, and dumps you onto the couch. His hands extend above your body, and he wiggles his fingers. It only means one thing. “Bucky don’t! The food!”

“No. You know, Shy, you asked for this.”

“No, I didn’t! Bucky, no!” You roll out from under him onto the floor, and you jump up quickly. Avoiding the tickles that he was threatening. “Aha! I defeated you!”

“If I really didn’t want you to escape me, you wouldn’t,” he taunts you, taking a slow and calculated step towards you.

“Or maybe I’m just that good.”

“Really?” You giggle nodding your head as he takes another step. “We’ll see about that,” you didn’t like the sound of that one bit. You knew Bucky was more than capable, but there is something about that chase. “Run, Shy.”

“Ahh!” Screaming as you run past him and on the other side of the coffee table. “Missed me.”

“I wanted to.”

“That’s what they all say when they just can’t — woah! No cheating,” your cheeks burn by how large you are smiling. Running throughout the house while Bucky slowly stalks after you. “Your arms are longer than mine, it’s not even fair.”

“What’s not fair is the advantage I have given you. I could catch you anytime I want.”

“Oof,” he pulls you roughly into his hard body. Wrapping both arms around you, and holding you so close to him. “You cheated.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” your chest heaves with his close proximity as you gaze up into his silvery eyes. “Why are you trembling, Shy girl?”

“I’m not,” you are. You always do when he gets close to you. Your body yearned for him. Screamed out his name whenever he got too close. And your mind told you not to mess up a good thing. “I’m not.”

“You know what I love about you living here?”

“What’s that?”

“I love hearing your laugh. Listening to your ideas on what you’re working on. Even if it’s your ridiculously pretty handwriting on napkins that are scattered around the house somewhere. I love coming home, and you and Alpine are taking your afternoon nap asleep on the couch, and you only wake up when you smell me cooking. I love that you also don’t count anymore.”

“I do, too,” Bucky scrunches up his nose, shaking his head no. “I’ve got it down to counting to three. But I still count,” his face moves a tiny bit closer to you, and you gulp. There isn’t anywhere to go. He had you in a death grip, and your heart in a chokehold.

“Why aren’t you dating anyone?” You blurt out, making his movements towards you stop.

“Why would I want to date? No one would put up with what I do, and you,” you had feared he didn’t date because you lived here with him. Your heart sinks a tiny bit thinking that he thought you were holding back.

“I could…you know, I could always leave,” you can’t even look at him after you suggest that. You didn’t want to be anywhere that he wasn’t. But you also couldn’t risk ruining the friendship that the two of you have.

“I don’t want you to.”

“Why? Is this an Alpine thing?”

“No,” he whispers as his eyes dart to look at your lips, and your chest starts heaving. You are an observer, and you couldn’t miss that motion. It’s something you had been hoping for.

One. Two. Three.

“This is definitely a you thing,” his husky voice whispers as his lips hover above your own. He is so close, and neither of you dare to move in any other direction.

One. Two. Three.

He was not suggesting what you are thinking. Bucky is always a straightforward guy. If he meant anything more than what your brain was making up in your head he would say something.

“And a me thing,” he adds. He was suggesting what you were thinking. But now the reality of it was crashing in on you. Making your chest heavy, and your palms sweaty.

“One. Two. Three.”

“Shh, you’re counting out loud,” before you can get out another word, his lips press softly against your own. One sweet chaste little kiss, and you start to see stars. “Breathe, Shy. I can stop if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to,” your words are barely audible as your hand snakes up his chest, and settles behind his neck. Pulling him closer to you, and you slot your lips against his. “I don’t want you to ever stop,” your lips are right against his, and he lifts you up. Holding you tight against his chest and your legs settle around his waist, while the two of you discover each other again.

This time is so much more intimate. Innocent open mouth kisses until his tongue tickles against your lips, and you whimper out his name. He softly pushes your back up against the wall as your tongue meets his. Tasting the cigarette he had before he walked inside, and craving even more. Ready to devour him. Sinking into him, and feeling like home.

You have never had this much love and comfort in your life. Bucky was dangerous to everyone, except you. He was soft. He was perfect. He was your everything. “Dinner’s gonna get cold.”

“Bucky!”

“Shy, I don’t want to stop. But if I don’t, I’m going to have you laying on the floor, while I have my way with you, and you deserve more than that.”

“What if that’s what I wanted?” He shakes his head no, but you give a roll to your hips. “I do.”

“You do right now because your hormones are running rampant. Baby, I don’t want to just have sex with you. I want us to be our everything. I can’t have just sex with. I need you to love every part of me. Even the bad parts because I’m not changing who I am and…”

“You know I love you, Bubba,” he knows the care you have for him. The excitement you feel when he comes home. But he wants your entire soul to be fused with his.

“I don’t want that kind of love. I love you, Shy, but I need…I want to fall in love with you, and if we continue down this path is going to be us fucking, and end up hating each other. I can’t do that. I won’t lose you.”

“So what does that mean?”

“It means we’re going to have dinner, and this weekend, I’m going to take you on a date.”

Alpine hisses, jumping onto your stomach as she gets in a defensive pose, looking at the door. You blink the sleep out of your eyes, focusing on Bucky. He never barged in the house like that. Alpine, now satisfied with the lack of intruder in the house, nuzzles back on your belly, and you search Bucky’s face confused.

“Bubba?” He grits his teeth, looking at anything but you. “Bub, where have you been?”

“Steve’s,” he whispers, stomping into the kitchen where he pulls out a bottle of beer. Throwing the lid into the garbage before sitting on the couch. Didn’t care that Alpine growls more than purrs when he pulls you into his lap. Nursing his beer while holding you tightly.

“He’s lost his fucking mind. He branded her. Put a goddamn tattoo of his mark on her neck, and she didn’t ask him to. He brought someone new to his house where he wants to keep her. His house was supposed to be a secret, but no, let's tell everyone where you plan on taking the one person that could even attempt to soften him up. And what happens when he gets soft, he gets harder. He’s scared of his own emotions, and that fear could have just…she won’t forgive him.”

Pursing out your lips, you don’t know the best approach to help Bucky. You just want him to work his thoughts out, while you listen. Pulling his metal arm up to your chest, you hug it. It was one of his least favorite things about himself, but it was one of your favorites.

“He was getting there, Shy. I know he was. And he had to prove to himself he wasn’t actually falling for that girl, so he goes and makes her hate him. That way when he officially breaks her, it’s that much more of a challenge to him. He’s fucking fucked in the brain.”

“You’re gonna have to work on not cursing so much, Bubba,” you whisper, nuzzling more into him.

“And then he had the fucking audacity to mention you, and…I hate him. He’s never had anyone that has ever called him out on his shit, but me and Sam. And then he dismissed me like it was nothing. Now he’s got Sam, but Steve — you know he has this tendency to trust the people he’s hired, and you just fucking can’t. Not with her. She’s defenseless, and wreckless, and pushes his and everyone else’s buttons, and…”

“How is she?” Bucky looks down at you, before smacking the arm of the chair. “What happened?” He shakes his head no, leaning back on the couch. He was always trying to protect you from the reality of his world. But you want to be there for him, like he is for you. “Bub, I knew when we got involved seriously what kind of world you lived in. If we’re going to be a family, I want to know.”

“He made her watch in a mirror as he fucked her with a gun.”

“You know that’s an actual kink, right?” He lifts up, to stare down at you. “I don’t want your gun anywhere near us. But that is an actual kink. When she called, did she mention if she enjoyed it? That girl is just as sick and twisted as he is. But did he go too far?”

“He just said her cum was dried on his gun. But…no, she didn’t tell me if she enjoyed it,” he makes his scrunched thinking face while he contemplates everything that had happened tonight.

“Maybe she’s too ashamed to admit she did. Maybe she didn’t. But you said he tattooed her neck?” He nods his head before letting it drop back on the couch, and stares up at the ceiling. The idea of whether you loved or hated that part of the evening. “So what’s going on now? What did she say when she called you?”

“That…” Bucky squints his eyes as he watches the blades of the ceiling fan. “That her and Steve were never going to be able to get rid of each other. That he marked her, and — she wants to make him pay. But there’s only one way to make him pay when it comes to her.”

“Bucky?” He sits back up again, his mouth turning up into a smile, “Did you say he dismissed you?” When he nods, your head tilts to the side because you know that Bucky and Steve run deeper than a business partnership. They were a part of each other. Twin flames that burned brightly together. “What does that mean?”

“You’re going to be seeing a lot more of me.”

“And I want you to see a lot more of me,” you let your robe fall off your shoulder, exposing your naked body underneath, “And we’ve got to get used to not having sex all over the house. So let’s take this into the bedroom.”

“What are you up to?” He gives you a smirk as you let your dressing gown fall to the floor in a fluffy heap. “You’re naked in front of our daughter.”

“I sleep naked, James,” an animalistic growl emerges from his chest. That name always got to him. “And now I’m going to ride my fiancé until he comes, and he lets his brain stop for a moment.”

“Why does my brain need to stop?” You pull him by his shirt down the hallway. Swatting away his hand when he tries to touch your soft curves. “My sweet Shy girl, why do you need my brain to stop?”

“Because you deserve it. Now, take off your clothes, and get in the bed, please, James. I need to see all of you,” Bucky needs to see you as well. Stumbling about to get out of his clothes. His cock bouncing up once it’s free from its confines. “Get on the bed, Bubba.”

“Yes, ma’am. I like this side of you. Talk to Steve once and,” crawling onto the bed, your hand presses against his mouth, and you shake your head no. Straddling him, you grab the base of his cock, and run it through your slick.

“What we’re not going to do right now is say that name. You’re going to lay there, and you’re going to enjoy what you’re looking at. If there is something that needs to be said, I will say it, do you understand?” His head nods rapidly, and you let your body take every inch of him.

Settling down your hands smooth up and down his chest. Giving yourself a moment to adjust while you admire how beautiful he is. All the ink and scars on his body make him even more beautiful. They told his story. It was a painful story. Starting to rock your body over him, your right hand runs down his metal arm, and he smirks up at you.

He knew it was a favorite of yours. He’d woken up enough times to find you hugging it. Smiling at your sleeping form as it finds comfort in the one thing that everyone else feared.

Whimpering, you start to bounce over his body, realizing he was the first person that you had ever loved completely. The only person who saw your flaws and loved you even harder because of them. Bucky was your person. The one you were going to spend the rest of your life with, and build something more beautiful than the life you were given.

Bucky’s hands drapes over your skin. Tracing over your softness as his fingers paint your curves. He couldn’t have created a more perfect woman. You saw past his anger, and his past. You didn’t look at him as something to cower in front of, you brought out that lighthearted part of him he thought that he had lost.

You were his everything. No one had ever meant more to him than you. It’s what Steve feared the most. Someone had become more important to Bucky than Steve. Steve could never replace you. And Bucky knew he wouldn’t die for Steve anymore. He needed to come home to you.

He whispers out your name as he stares up at you. Your chest heaving with exertion as you squeak out his name. “James,” tears start to roll down your cheeks, and he begins to sit up, ready to check on you, but you push him back down to the bed. “You stay there. I love you.”

“I love, Shy.”

“We love you.”

“I love Alpine, too,” you shake your head as the tears start to roll faster. “Shy?”

“Your baby loves you,” you gulp as both his hands press up against your stomach, and you nod your head. “I just found out this morning.”

“Shy, baby, we’re having a baby?” You can’t even speak, just smile, nodding your head. “That’s why Alpine was protecting your belly. She’s such a good girl. Just like you. Shy, you’re making me a daddy?”

“I’m trying to make you come,” your little giggle is stifled by your tears. Overwhelmed with emotions didn’t even describe it.

“Will the baby feel me?” If he wasn’t so serious, this wouldn’t be as cute. “Can our baby feel me inside you?”

“No! Bubba, people have sex when pregnant all the time. Shh, feel my breath. Breathe with me,” you bring his hands up to your chest, and move over him like it was your job. Smiling because he was going to make the best father that there ever was. He was going to be so protective, but oh so soft and loving.

Your breathing picks up, and Bucky’s does right along with you. Holding what you said to him seriously. Both of you breathe each other in as identical futures run through your minds. Beautiful lives that were birthed from two broken souls. Two souls that found each other, and were never going to be without each other again.

Your hands start trembling on his chest as your belly heats up. Pleasure courses through your veins as you get closer and closer to release. “There ya go, Shy. I’m almost there, baby. Let go. Let go for me.”

“James,” you whine, biting on your lip as your walls flutter around him. He grits his teeth as he gets closer to the edge. “James!” Your cunt clenches down tight around him, holding him in a death grip, and you sigh as his seed spurts deep inside of you. Turning your mouth up into a dopey smile as you look at him.

“God, you’re amazing, Shy.”

“And you’re a daddy, Bucky.”

You groan as the bedroom lights up and Bucky’s phone buzzes on the bedside table. Even your fluffy fur ball growls when you reach over Bucky to grab it. Rolling your eyes when you see Steve’s name, “What do you want?”

“I thought I called Bucky’s phone?” You sit up in the bed, getting a disgruntled meow from Alpine as she moves to the foot of the bed. “Is it — is it not?”

“It is, this is his fiancé, who is this?”

“Oh, this…has he not mentioned me? I’m — I don’t know what I am to Steve other than trapped in this bedroom, and he’s out there where the food is, and I’m starving,” Steve had found himself a whiny brat. “Do you think Bucky or you could bring me some food somehow?”

“He doesn’t work for Steve anymore,” you relax back in the bed, starting to run your fingers over Bucky’s metal one as it finds its way back your belly

“Oh, so I’m going to starve here?”

“Do you want to stay with Steve? Or are you done?”

“I said some things to him, but I…I don’t know,” Bucky wouldn’t get involved in Steve’s private affairs. That much you were sure of. If that stupid girl didn’t know if she didn’t want to be with Steve or not, you wouldn’t either. “He hurt me.”

“Would you have gotten that tattoo if he asked?”

“Yes,” absolutely no hesitation. “I sound stupid. I like him, and I like what he does to me, but I think he just wants this sick fantasy of popping my cherry, and then he’s going to be done with me.”

“No, he won’t. Steve doesn’t have to work for sex. He could pick any girl at that club to suck him off whenever he wanted to. He’s working on you. You’ve piqued his sick interests, and you’re just as sick as him. You get it?”

“Bucky acted like you were shy,” you are. More so with men. But this woman was threatening the peace you and Bucky are creating. Her and Steve were like chaos junkies.

“Is he asleep?” You could hear her rustling around with the door, and giving a little peek.

“Yes.”

“Then sneak and get food. If that man wanted to get to you, he would have. For whatever reason, he’s given you some weird form of boundaries. Get food, and figure out what you want. If you want him,” you take a deep breath as you stare at your sleeping fiancé. He didn’t want to admit the power that you had over Steve. Men could be blind to the power of a woman, especially the power radiating out from between their legs.

“If I want him, what?” Her voice is frazzled, willing to listen to whatever it is you were going to tell her. She had to have known. But maybe she didn’t understand the way that Steve was.

“If he’s giving you that space, you’re the one that owns him.”

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Jolene's Emergency Vet Visit

Description posted from GoFundMe Campaign:

So for those of you who gave followed me (and maybe seen the update) you'll know Salem has been missing for almost 6 months.

She was my ESA, and given my declining mental health, I didn't have much choice but to get a new ESA.

Enter miss Jolene Macchiato L. Whom I adopted almost two months ago and have whole heartedly decided to keep after realizing just how well we mesh.

You may also know I've been in the hospital the last few days - staying with my roommate who was admitted. I've been coming home to feed the cats and (unsuccessfully) treat them for ear mites. My new roommate was dog sitting and he brought fleas and ear mites into our home.

During this time, Jolene went to the bathroom on my bed multiple times. I at first chalked it up to stress and was told to keep an eye on here. Less than a day of being back from the hospital and her stool is light in color, runny, and most terrifyingly, has blood in it.

This is no longer an issue of stress, but could be a major intestinal/stomach problem when mixed with her inability to wait and use her litterbox. On top of that, she was running around like she was in pain, or something was wrong prior to going.

My second job is not a sure thing yet - it has been more than two weeks since the company reached out to me - and I have been looking for more. The money I thought I won was more a scam to get me down to the car dealership (which by the way, I hated as is because of the older man behaving increasingly grossly and inappropriate towards me).

My funding for Salem has stopped at this point - I have done every physical thing I can to find and bring her home. And now I need to focus on the new feline in my care.

I am taking Jolene to the vet tomorrow and using my new credit card - but there are limited funds and paying it back is my current concern when I have payments taking up to the 1,000s combined due these next two months.

I am setting it to $550 for now (because they take a portion), but the price my change depending on what the vet says and what is wrong.

I know she still need to get treated for ear mites ($300 on it's own) because the current medications I've been using are not working."

This is my fundraiser.

Additional pictures of her adoption papers added on here as well proving when I got her. JOLENE IS A REGISTERED ESA NOW.

Jolene as far as I have been told is two years old, though she is very small for her age. She is a sweet heart though she was likely on the streets for a most of not all her life before she was taken to the shelter and I adopted her a month later.

She is a sweet cat that just wants to check and make sure that you're okay. She'll cuddle. She doesn't meow but she does trill and sound like yoshi.

She just wants to make friends with everyone. And if you're not petting her enough then the grabs your hand and brings it right to her face as she stands on her back legs.

This is the last fundraiser I'm making. Ask anyone I know in real life and they'll tell you just how much I despise asking for help. I want to be able to do things on my own. But until I get one bite from the hundreds (literally) of jobs I've applied to as a secondary then I'm at a loss. I can't afford to wait and save up for this vet Visit - not when her health is on the line.

I can post a picture of her at the vets office tomorrow as well to confirm, along with the update of what they set.

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Currently $750/$750

UPDATE - 08.02.2023

UNDER THE CUT

We went to the vet today.

TL:DR - she is on medications for the next two weeks, roughly. She did very good at the vet and was very brave. $500 was close, it will come out to be roughly $700 all together after ear mite treatment; we are holding off for now until the other cat in the house can be treated or they will just jump between them, which gives some more time to get there funds. But the over the counter medications are not strong enough to fight the infestation, and depending on severity, it could lead to long term health problems.

So I changed it from $550 -> $750 (again, because they take a processing fee). I also added in there roughly $200 that had been sent from PayPal and Venmo to give a more accurate show off current raised funds.

Below are screenshots of the update explaining more, along with pictures of Jolene at the vet today.

(Straight up, I almost cried because in the right two months that I have had her this was the first time she had crawled into my lap to lay down and cuddle with me.)

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Kitten Licks - Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: Eddie Munson and cats are literally two of my favorite things in the world, so voila. 

Summary: Eddie goes to feed the stray cats in the trailer park, but when he gets there, he finds a girl he’s never met before.

Warnings: none i don’t think?

Words: 1.7k

There were a lot of misconceptions about living in a trailer park. Everyone assumed people in Forest Hills would have a specific, southern accent, despite the fact that it was Indiana. Not every home was worn down, though there were some that had gone a few years without upkeep. Most everyone was clean, and Eddie could come up with maybe one person who was missing some teeth. But one part of the trope proved true at the small community in Hawkins. There were trailer park cats.

           They’d been there as long as Eddie could remember, and he’d been secretly feeding them for just as long. Giving food to stray cats didn’t fit in with his brand of DND playing metal head, but he had a soft spot for the furballs. Eddie used to hide the bag of cat food under his bed when he was a kid but stopped trying to hide his compassion for the animals and started keeping it in the pantry. He didn’t care if Wayne knew.

           New kittens were born every few months it seemed, and the meowing gang was always growing in size. The cats spent most of their time at the edge of the forest that neighbored the trailer park, but if Eddie went a few days without showing up, they’d venture further into the park to seek him out. He did his damnedest not to name them so he wouldn’t get attached, but he couldn’t help but give monikers to some of his favorites.

           Today had been a rougher than usual day for Eddie. Not that school wasn’t always brutal with the bullying and the hard classes and the snotty popular kids, but Eddie was pretty sure a third first day of senior year would be shitty for anyone. Third time was a charm, hopefully?

As soon as Eddie got home, he had the itch to get high. He knows himself though, and knows he’ll get super hungry, so he goes to grab a bag of chips to bring with him in his room. When he opens the pantry, his eyes land on the bag of cat food. Eddie’s brows pinch together as he tries to remember the last time he went to visit the felines. It’s been a little while. Normally, some of the cats would have made their way to the trailer by now. Especially the biggest one, a ginger tabby who acted like the leader of the pack. Tommy, Eddie calls him. He knows Tom Cat isn’t the most original name, but it’s not like he shares this with anyone anyway. Maybe he’s named after Tommy Lee, Eddie tells himself.

Eddie grabs the bag of food and heads towards the door. Hopefully the cats were alright. He wasn’t sure the last time they were this patient in waiting for him. Black boots thunk down the porch steps and Eddie makes his way to the edge of the property. His mind is wandering, straying to the different classes and teachers he had this year and if it was likely he’d actually pass everything this time around. Body on autopilot, Eddie turns around the last trailer before the cat hideout comes into view. Normally, when he swung around this corner, the meows in anticipation for food would begin. But there was silence. Eddie’s heart lurches at the silence until he sees the gaggle of cats in their normal spot, most of them already eating.

There’s a girl in the middle of the group, sitting among the cats. Small bowls surround her and by the smell, Eddie assumes they’re filled with tuna fish. Eddie tilts his head in curiosity and walks closer to the girl. Some of the cats lift their heads and meow at him in greeting. A few rub against his legs as he walks and he can’t help but smile down at them.

The meows make the girl turn around to look behind her and Eddie’s chest immediately aches. He doesn’t know where the phrase “heart skipped a beat” came from, because it felt like his was a thundering drum roll. She smiles at him, and every thought leaves his head. She’s hands down the most beautiful girl Eddie has ever seen.

“Hi,” she says. Her voice is even better than the sound of his guitar.

“Hi,” Eddie answers. He knows he’s staring but he doesn’t know how to fix it. Her hair is so shiny, and her smile is so perfect, how could anyone not stare? He manages to shake off his shock and sits down next to the girl. A small gray kitten climbs in his lap and lets out a piercing mewl. Eddie reaches down to scratch between his ears before looking back at the girl.

“You’re new here.” It’s not a question. He knows he would’ve noticed her before.

“I am,” she confirms. “Just moved from Kentucky.”

“And what brings you to this paradise?” Eddie asks as an all-black cat purrs and rubs itself against the girl’s arm.

“My mom.” She looks down and strokes her hand over the black cat’s messy fur. “Hiding from the latest ex-boyfriend of hers.”

“Oh.” He didn’t know how to respond to that. He wasn’t sure she’d want to talk about it, anyway. “It seems the cats like you.”

“Are you why they trusted me as soon as they smelled the food?” She smiles and nods her head at the bag of cat food at his feet.

“Must be,” he answers. “I’ve never seen anyone else feed them. But now that you’ve given them the good stuff, they might not be so satisfied with this dry bargain brand crap.”

Her smile crinkles her eyes and Eddie knows he’s a goner. But as if to prove him wrong about the food, Tommy stalks over and starts to chew on the bottom corner of the cat food bag.

“Dude,” Eddie says. He pulls the bag away so he can pour some out. “You didn’t have enough tuna, huh?”

“He didn’t have any,” the girl tells him. “He’s the only one who wouldn’t come near me.”

“Really?” Eddie looks over at her in surprise as Tommy begins to crunch the food on the grass in front of him. “He’s the one I can count on to seek me out if I haven’t been by in a few days.”

“That’s so cute,” she gushes. “He must really like you.”

Eddie shrugs and looks back to the orange cat. He keeps his eyes down on the food, never glancing up at Eddie to make sure he isn’t going to try and take it away.

“I guess he trusts me,” Eddie says.

“Where are you at?” the girl asks. “How far does the cutie have to venture to find you?”

“Oh. Just around the corner there,” Eddie says, gesturing in the direction of his trailer.

“Near Max?” she asks.

“You’ve met her?”

“Yeah, I live in the trailer next to hers,” she says.

“I live right across from her.”

“Oh.” She sounds pleasantly surprised, to Eddie’s delight. “That’s good to know. You go to Hawkins High?”

“Unfortunately,” he says.

“Tell me about it,” the girl says with a sigh. “I had a bad first day, so I decided to come out here with the cats.”

“Really?” Eddie raises his eyebrows. “I did the same. Somehow these fuzzballs can make a bad day better.”

“They do,” she agrees. A small tortoiseshell kitten crawls in her lap and settles down for a nap. “Okay, don’t make fun of me, but I named this one.”

Eddie watches as she strokes her finger down the multicolored cat’s spine.

“I’m the last one to make fun of anybody,” Eddie says. “Plus, this big guy here is Tommy to me, anyway.”

She grins up at Eddie before looking back down to the kitten. “I named this cutie Ember. Because she has those little spots of orange that look like little fireballs.”

“That’s perfect,” Eddie says. And he means it. The name suits the sleeping little bundle of fur in her lap. “I’m Eddie, by the way.”

           She introduces herself and little Ember meows her high-pitched little kitten meow when she says her name. Both she and Eddie laugh, but not too loudly for fear of waking her up again.

           “I’ve never had a pet before,” she says. Her eyes never leave Ember as she scratches between her ears.

           “Neither have I,” Eddie replies. “I doubt these guys have ever had owners.”

           “Guess it’s a mutual relationship, then,” she says. She scratches under Ember’s chin for a few quiet minutes before she speaks, keeping her eyes on the kitten the whole time. “Can I ask you something?”

           “Sure.” He almost said “anything,” but he was able to keep it in at the last moment.

           “Would it be okay if I had lunch with you at school?” She swallows thickly and Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if her eyes were tearing up by the hitch in her voice. “You seem nice and today I had lunch out in the parking lot by myself.”

           “Of course,” Eddie says. “But I should warn you.”

           Now she looks up at him and her eyes are just barely shiny from unshed tears.

           “Of what?” she asks.

           “I sit with the biggest losers,” Eddie says with a laugh. “We all play Dungeons and Dragons and like the nerdiest shit. So, you might be called a freak just for associating with us.”

           She shrugs and shakes her head. “You don’t sound like freaks to me. You sound like a good group of friends. I would love to sit with you.”

           “We’d love to have you.” He pauses, internally debating before he gives in and continues. “I’d love to have you.”

           She smiles thankfully and Eddie isn’t sure he’s going to get used to that thumping in his chest she’s giving him.

           “Does the cafeteria serve good food?” she asks.

           “It’s not the best. Why?”

           She giggles and nods her head at Ember in her lap.

“I gave them all my lunch for the week.”

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wildside -> ravenclaw! kang haerin

-your stupid little cat likes running away, but he doesn’t like bathrooms at all

warnings: blood; injuries

genre: friends to dating (?)

notes: prompt for this was meant for haewon but then i saw i had only haewon drafts so…. i love wildside

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kang haerin, the ‘harry potter wannabe’ from your house. that’s what they often called her because of some silly scar on her forearm.

after all the famous incidents, harry potter was a famous persona in the school so it wasn’t all that weird for people to call her that way.

you found it a bit stupid to do so (“it’s only a small scar on her arm? it’s not even a lighting mark, it looks more like a bite mark.”) some first years loved the rumours. especially the ones about her talking with snakes.

that one always made you chuckle.

haerin was like your best friend (she claimed to have no best friends) and you never saw her hissing like a mad woman, unless hissing at slytherin counts.

you could say you saw her meowing? she had a weird bond with you cat (nugget), who clearly liked her more than you.

actually, nugget is what brought you to the halls of the school in the middle of the night. the furry animal disappeared from your room just after dinner, and you couldn’t find him anywhere.

although school was technically safe by itself, you didn’t want your companion wandering out alone at night (especially after all the weird dementor events that started happening lately).

with that in mind, you begun your search around your own common room, searching under your bed, in your closet, under the tables, in the sofas.

nothing. no sight of nugget.

in attempt to receive some help, you knocked on haerin’s doors. much to your surprise, she didn’t answer. to be fair, she could’ve been asleep by that time.

next place to search in were the moving staircases. surprisingly, you got that over with quickly, courtesy of the paintings annoyed with the lighting coming from your wand.

getting into detail about how many floors and weird places you had to look into would be a waste of time. only on the second floor, near the girl’s bathroom (that was out of order for years by now) did something interesting happen.

interesting is one way of naming it, but you did hear someone meow.

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the girls bathroom on the second floor was quite famous amongst the students, mostly because of the random ghost ‘moaning’ in there at night.

moaning was close enough to meowing, so in last desperate attempt to find your beloved nugget, you decided to check there.

“hi bathroom ghost! have you seen-!”

you had to duck as a piece of porcelain (?) flew over your head.

“what was that for, huh?!”

“s-sorry!” your head turned to the source of the voice, and your eyes widened when you saw haerin standing there.

well, standing would be an overstatement. she was leaning on one of the sinks, breathing heavily. you could see her chest heaving up and down as blood tricked from a uncomfortably big wound on her shoulder.

“haerin?”

her eyes meet yours for a split second.

“duck!” and you did, just barely missing a huge piece of cement flying over your head. “hide, y/n!”

“what?!”

“hide!”

you threw yourself behind one of the big sinks in the middle of the room. you could see occasional flashes of light and cries of pain coming from the other side of the pillar, yet you were hesitant to go there.

it was dangerous to do so.

“shi-! my leg!”

the sound of haerin yelling out in distress was what made you lean over the sink. your best friend rarely liked to show weakness like that. your eyes widened when you saw another wound on her, ever bigger than the one on her shoulder.

“haerin!” your yells attracted the attention of whatever opponent haerin was facing.

“y/n? i told you to hide!”

it was a bit too late as you felt something hard collide with the side of your head, knocking you out immediately.

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you never really liked the hospital wing of the school. truth be told, probably nobody liked it. it smelled of medicine and weird potions, although at least the teacher in charge was nice (usually).

when your eyes opened, the only light was coming from the outside, the soft glow of the moon. it was beautiful.

“oh. you’re finally awake.” one of your favourite voices sounded through the room.

you turned your head to the side, your eyes meeting the cat-like ones. “haerin..”

“that’s me, yes.”

her whole face was bruised, bandages all over the place. you tried not to think about whatever bigger wounds she was hiding under the hospital blanket.

“what was that? back there..” she sighed, expecting you to ask the question.

“i don’t think i can tell you yet.”

“why?”

“because i can’t protect you from it yet.”

her words stirred something in your heart, making it flutter. you were too tired to pursue more questions (maybe better so).

“have.. have you seen nugget?”

“nugget? your cat?”

you nodded your head wordlessly, you gaze falling on the edge of the bed.

“he was there. ran off just before you came in. don’t worry, he wasn’t hurt.” a small smile broke out on your face at the revelation.

“that’s amazing… he’s such a naughty kitten! but i love him, you know?”

“i know, y/n.”

“i wish i could meow like you…” she chuckled a little. “then i could talk with nugget!”

“you always talk about him..”

“yes, but i could talk with him! you know how cool that would be?!”

“hey..” haerin said softly, grabbing your attention. "you keep talking to me about your cat and i find it a little annoying but you look very cute so i don't mind.”

you froze for a second, the words stopped spilling from your mouth. “..what?”

“i was wondering.. would you wanna go to hogsmeade together? you know, like a date..?”

the cat like eyes meet yours shyly and you couldn’t help the little giggle that fell from your lips when you noticed a light layer of blush painting her cheeks.

“a romantic date?”

“i-if you want it to be..”

“sure, haerinnie.”

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French Toast

please ignore my bad jokes.

warnings: drinking, fluff, harassment, and sexual humor

1300+ words

You wake up tired from the night before, and as you attempt to roll over to stretch out, your girlfriend pulls you toward her. You smile at this gesture; Emily's love language has always been physical touch. Whether its cuddling with you on the couch after a hard case or even just holding your hand under the table at dinners with her team. She always makes it a point to be touching you in some way.

She has been like this since you met; it was a long day at work, and all you wanted to do was to drink away your problems for the day, alone, at your favorite bar. Of course, a man had to ruin you by asking to buy you a drink, but you politely turn him down. Then, he refused to take no for an answer. He kept trying to buy you drinks, and when you kept turning down his offers, he got aggressive over it.

That's when she came to your rescue by flashing her FBI badge at the man so he would stop bothering you. When he finally decided to back off because he was scared of getting arrested, you insisted on buying her a drink to thank her, but one drink became two, and two drinks' quickly became four, and while you don't usually hook up with strangers. Emily was the exception because she immediately captivated you, giving you butterflies by only touching you slightly.

It was no surprise when you woke up naked that morning in a strange bed with her arm wrapped around you and a random cat purring by your head.

Now, after almost one year of being together, you are in the same position, minus Sergio, who is most definitely getting into something he shouldn't like he always does.

As much as you would love to lay in bed with Emily all day, you really need to pee, and if you wait to feed Sergio any longer, he will start breaking things. So you reluctantly try to quickly and quietly sneak out of Emily's arms without waking her up, but of course, why would the world be on your side and Emily ends up waking up anyway.

"Baby, go back to sleep." You say quietly, knowing she just came home from a hard case and needed more time to rest.

"Don't leave me, please?" Emily spoke in her raspy morning voice that has you folding every time you hear it. The only reason you didn't give in and lay back in bed the second that came out of her mouth was the growing need to pee, and you did not need another broken flower pot from an annoyed Sergio.

You grab Emily's face lightly and give her a soft kiss. After you break apart, you whisper against against her lips, "I need to feed Sergio, if he doesn't get food, you will be cleaning up dirt from the carpet."

Emily groans, but she knows you're right. "Fine," she says, pouting against your lips.

You roll your eyes' playfully, taking your hand off her face and grabbing a shirt off the ground. While pulling the shirt over your head, you walk to the bathroom to pee and brush your teeth.

After finishing up, you exit the bathroom and look at your sleeping girlfriend. Emily has always been effortlessly beautiful, and honestly, you are a little jealous of how good her hair looks after a whole night of sleep.

You get brought back to reality by a screeching cat after zoning out thinking about Emily. Bending over, you pick up Sergio so he would stop meowing. You whisper to him while leaving the room, "Hush, you wake her up, and I will withhold your treats."

Sergio meows back, and you laugh. You know he can't understand you, but it is still amusing when he meows back like he is answering you.

After putting him down, you go to the cabinet and

grab his food. Emily always gets him the good, expensive stuff. It's kinda funny because he eats better than you half the time. While putting the food in his bowl, you realize how hungry you are after forgetting to eat dinner last night, and for the first time ever, you are happy your fucked up mother forced you to learn how to cook so you could "please a man."

Going over to Emily's fridge, you open it and laugh. It was so empty you were surprised you didn't see a tumbleweed roll across one of the shelves. Luckily, she had some eggs and milk, so you grabbed them from the fridge. Remembering she also has bread in her cabinet, you go grab that too, deciding to make French Toast.

After getting everything ready, you turn on the stove to let it heat up for a second.

While waiting for it to heat up, you zone out and think about your life. You grew up in such a fucked up household, having your mother teach you that a woman should stay in the kitchen and that woman's only purpose is to take care of her husband. However, because you were smart, you secretly applied to college and got accepted. You cut off your parents as soon as you got to college. After escaping your parents, you spent years unlearning this way of thinking and started dating women. Then you found Emily, and you learned what true love and happiness is.

You snap back to reality to a pair of arms hugging you from behind and Emily's head lying on your shoulder. You smile and start cooking the French Toast. While you cooked the French Toast, Emily did not make one indication that she was going to move, and she didn't. She stood there hugging you from behind for the entire time you cooked.

When you finished cooking the French Toast, you turned off the stove and moved the pan to a different burner. Not being able to move because Emily is holding on to you like you will disappear if she lets go, you decide to say something so the food doesn't get cold, "Em, baby, you need to move so we can eat before the French Toast gets cold."

Emily groaned but let go of you, and then she grabbed plates from the cabinet and handed them to you. You took the French Toast out of the pan and plated it. After Grabbing them, you walk to the table with Emily behind you with forks. You spoke, deciding to poke fun at Emily for her lack of food, "Sorry for the lack of syrup or powdered sugar, but you had so little food you would think it was the 1940s, and we still used ration cards."

After Emily tried and failed to suppress her grin, she decided to take a bite out of her food so you couldn't see her smile at your joke.

"I see you smiling," you say, smiling at her.

"Just shut up and eat your French Toast," Emily says unseriously.

"Or what," you say just to get a reaction from her.

Since you sat right next to Emily, she grabbed your face and brought it closer to her. She whispered right by your ear, "I'll fuck you so hard you will feel it all week." Then she let go of your face and started eating her French Toast like nothing happened.

You sit there with your jaw dropped. No matter how often she does that, it always renders you speechless. While you sit shocked, she brings her fork to your mouth and feeds you the French Toast. You and Emily start dying of laughter after this. You laugh so hard it brings tears to your eyes.

When you finish laughing, you notice Emily staring at you, "What?" You ask confused.

"I love you," she says.

"I love you too."

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Hiya ^^

I heard that you take one-shot requests with trans characters and so I was wondering if you could maybe help me out with this...

I git the idea bc I just got my fcking period (suxks as a trans person) and needed some comfort so I thought trans!Sirius (ftm) having his period after hogwarts where he and Remus live together and he feels like sh!t because he's bleeding out and it's giving him dysphoria and then Remus takes care of him and makes him hot chocolate.

I'd rely appreciate it. Thank you so much <3

hello!! hope youre feeling better, periods can be tough ik. this will actually be my first request, sorry it took longer than expected. i hope i did your idea justice and that you enjoy <3

wolfstar w/ ftm sirius • 2.4k words • cw: periods, dysphoria

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Sirius wakes to the sound of incessant meowing and a low ache in his gut. Bleary-eyed and sleepy as he is, he doesn’t even register the pain at first. He shifts under rumpled sheets, mid-morning sun flooding the room and blinding him. A ball of splotchy tri-coloured fur sits in the window sill, pawing at the glass and disrupting the blackout curtains Sirius insisted they have in the bedroom. Unwanted light filters through the window and he groans.

“Linette,” Sirius calls, voice thick and almost whiny with sleep. “What are you doing?”

She only meows again, tail twitching eagerly as she watches whatever it is that has caught her attention outside. Likely a bird or a squirrel, or perhaps one of the bunnies that moved into the backyard. Sirius huffs and moves to sit up, aiming to grab Linette and exile her to the living room, when a painfully familiar cramping of the abdomen hits him and Sirius’ mouth goes dry.

All remnants of sleep wash away in an instant, leaving him hyper-aware of every feeling, every minute sensation in his body. The incoming headache, the tight soreness of his lower muscles, and— Sirius discovers with a shudder as he shifts— the warm wetness of his underwear.

“Fuck,” Sirius mumbles, a sick feeling churning within. He quickly gets up, swallowing thickly at the small blood stain on the pale blue sheets. Moony just bought those, he thinks fuzzily, and suddenly he feels the urge to cry.

Sirius’ periods have always been irregular, no way to consistently track them, and it’s only gotten harder in the months since he’s started his masculinization potions. It's almost worse when he’s blindsided like this, wholly caught off guard by the onslaught of hormones and emotions. At least when he knows it’s coming, he can mentally prepare. This time, his walls were down, and now his mind buzzes as he stares at the stained sheets below.

He can’t handle this right now. He quickly looks away, resolving to deal with it later. Numbly, he scoops up a squirmy Linette from the window sill and makes his way out of the room.

Remus is curled up on the sofa, cup of too-sweet coffee cradled delicately in scarred fingers as he reads a book, the Muggle one his mother gave him when they moved in last month. He perks up at the sound of footsteps, turning to see Sirius in the hall entrance. The small, fond smile on his face quickly falls into a concerned frown when he sees the paleness of his face and tense line of his body.

Sirius’ breath hitches, a tangled mess of emotion swelling within him. He wants to not exist, and yet he wants so desperately for Remus to hold him, to cradle him just as delicately as he would the chipped porcelain mug he drinks from every morning.

Remus sits up, setting the well-loved mug aside as his book falls facedown on the cushion beside him. “Cariad?”

Sirius’ eyes well with tears, but they don’t fall. Sirius hates crying, has hated it since he was a child and his mother would punish him for it. Even now, nearly three years since he got out of that house, he can’t shake the urge to bottle everything up and hide.

Linette squirms in his arms again, dragging him back to reality. Sirius sniffles, letting her drop to the floor. The mostly-white calico wastes no time sprinting back to the bedroom, no doubt to meow at the window once more, but Sirius hardly pays attention to that. No, his eyes are locked on his boyfriend, who has already made his way over to him with an air of worry.

“Are you alright?” he asks, hands twitching as if he wants to reach out but is unsure if that would be okay. It would be. Sirius craves his touch, always will.

Sirius reaches out and tangles their fingers together for him, squeezing harshly as if doing so will tether them together.

“There’s blood on the sheets,” he mutters, and the concern melts into understanding.

“That’s alright,” Remus says softly, squeezing back. “I’ll handle the bed, you go take a bath.”

Sirius immediately shakes his head. “No, Moony, you don’t have to—”

“Sirius, it’s okay. I want to do this for you.”

“But…” Sirius chews on his lip, looking away shamefully. “It’s gross, Rem.”

Remus reaches up and gently grips his chin, tilting his head up to make Sirius look at him. His hazel eyes are tender and reassuring, immediately making Sirius melt just a bit.

“How many times have you cleaned up blood from my sheets after a full moon, Sirius?”

“It’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Not at all. That blood isn’t from… from down there.”

“It’s just blood, love,” Remus says patiently. “Doesn’t matter where it came from.”

He hesitates, chewing on his lip once more. On one hand, he thinks he’ll end up in a ball of tears if he tries to clean the sheets himself, but on the other hand, he can’t help but feel self-conscious. Despite having been together for close to two years, Remus hasn’t seen that yet. Sirius has made sure of it. Sure, he’s been there during his period— he’s cuddled him and helped fulfil his cravings and warmed up the Muggle heating pad Lily gave him in their fourth year— but he hasn’t actually seen the blood. Sirius’ dysphoric mind is convinced that he will be disgusted with Sirius and his body when he sees it, even if he knows that Remus would never.

“I can see you spiralling,” Remus mutters, running his thumb along the backs of the other man’s knuckles. Sirius sighs.

“Sorry, I just—”

“Sirius,” he says softly. “Let me help you, please?”

He swallows thickly and, before he can change his mind, says, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Remus repeats with a smile, tugging him closer and pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Now, go take a nice long bath, cariad. I’ll have your heating pad and a cuppa waiting for you when you’re done.”

Sirius hums, a warm feeling settling in his chest. “Switch the tea for a cup of that special hot chocolate your mother sent and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“A cup of mam’s hot chocolate it is, then,” Remus says easily and Sirius feels a small smile slip on his face, his first one all morning.

“You’re too good to me.”

“You deserve good.” The other man puts some space between them and before Sirius can even mourn the loss, he’s being gently shoved in the direction of the bathroom. “Now go. I’ll get your clothes too once you’re in the tub.”

“Alright,” he says softly. “Thank you, Moons.”

“Of course, love.”

And with that, Sirius moves down the hall and stops by their bedroom. He grabs his wand and some of his clothes— minus the fuzzy knit sweater, which is actually Remus’ and two sizes too big— and makes his way to the large, tiled bathroom. The door shuts behind him with a quiet snick and, carefully avoiding eye contact with the mirrors, he quickly casts blurring charms on them all. He usually doesn’t have to resort to such measures, rather comfortable in his body now that he’s been magically transitioning for over a year, but his periods always bring about a particular sense of discomfort regarding his appearance.

Trying his best not to let his thoughts drift negatively, he strips off his bloodied clothes and sends them to the laundry hamper in their bedroom with a flick of his wand.

The water is warm and relaxing when he sinks into the tub, soothing aches he didn’t even realise he had. Sirius sighs, letting his head fall back against the tile and his eyes fall shut.

Sirius had almost thought that he was done with periods. He hasn’t bled in months, and he had just started getting his hopes up that the potions had finally stopped his cycle as they were meant to, but no. He feels a bit defeated, if he’s being honest with himself. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle this on his own.

But you’re not on your own, a voice in his head reminds him as he begins to clean himself.

And the thing is, the voice is right. He has Remus.

Sirius has always had trouble seeking help from others, most especially those he’s close to. It always sparks a sense of shame. Maybe his mother moulded that into him, or maybe he was always like this. Whatever the reason, he struggles.

Remus tells him it’s okay to need help sometimes. Sirius knows that, logically. He’s been on the receiving end of that request more times than he can count for Remus— in the days leading up to and following the full moon he needs all the help he can get. He also knows that if someone cares about you, they won’t mind lending a hand when you need it. It just takes some getting used to, Sirius supposes. The care, the support, the concern.

He is getting used to it, slowly but surely. Has to, when he lives with Remus Lupin of all people. His tall, scarred, mean-looking werewolf boyfriend is actually the softest and most loving person he has ever met, and he refuses to let Sirius get away with shutting him out.

Sirius loves him even more for it.

Only a couple minutes later finds him dripping onto the bath mat, towel wrapped tightly around his waist as pink-tinged water swirls down the drain. He quickly pulls on Remus’ sweater and begins rummaging through the cabinets, searching for his cloth pads. He finds one buried underneath a pile of hair scrunchies and he places the pad in his boxers, securing it with a light sticking charm just so he doesn’t have to worry or think about it.

He tugs on his baggy sweatpants with a wince, lower muscles cramping in protest at the lack of soothing warmth now that he’s left the bath. It’s not quite bad enough to need a pain relieving potion just yet, especially not before he’s got his hands on his heating pad, but he can already tell this one will be rough.

At least he’ll have Remus to help him through it, even if he has to force Sirius to let him do so.

Sirius feels a bit like a wet cat as his damp curls drip onto the muted orange sweater he stole borrowed. He quickly grabs his abandoned wand off the counter and casts a quick drying spell, feeling the weight disappear off his head as his curls become light and bouncy once more. With a huff of satisfaction, he slips his wand into his pocket and opens the bathroom door to leave. Immediately, he hears a pleased mrrrp followed by Linette darting between his legs, purring and rubbing all the while. He chuckles, bending over to scratch at her cheeks.

“Finally more interested in me than the birds outside the window, huh, ma pépette?”

Linette purrs even louder in reply, rubbing so aggressively against his hands that she nearly stabs herself in the eye with his fingers. Sirius snorts inelegantly and scoops her up, letting her perch herself comfortably on his shoulder before he finally steps out of the bathroom.

Immediately he can smell the faintest hint of chocolate and nutmeg wafting from the kitchen. Warmth bubbles in his chest as he shuffles into the living room. On the sofa sits the quilt Effie gifted them when they moved in, Sirius’ heating pad folded with care on his seat. Gentle music plays from the wireless and he has to bite back a soft smile. Merlin, he loves this man.

“Have a nice bath, love?”

Sirius turns to see Remus standing in the doorway, two steaming mugs held in his hands. Linette chirps happily at the sight of him, and Sirius privately agrees.

“It was alright,” he hums lightly. “S’that for me?”

“Ah, no, actually. Figured I’d get two hot chocolates all to myself while my poor, sweet boyfriend wastes away on the couch all by himself.”

“How utterly cruel of you, Moons. I’m heartbroken.”

Remus snickers. “Go sit down, Pads.”

“Mm, alright.”

Sirius plops down on the couch, jostling Linette whose tail flicks in displeasure, and burrows under the cosy red quilt. Before Sirius can even think to do it himself, Remus has set the mugs down on the end table and grabbed the heating pad.

“Rem, I can—”

“No, I’ve got it,” he reassures. “Drink your hot chocolate, I’ll set this up.”

“If you say so,” Sirius says a bit reluctantly.

Linette drops off his shoulder onto the couch cushion next to him as he reaches for one of the mugs.

The first sip is heaven, always is. Hope Lupin’s hot chocolate recipe is a gift from Merlin himself.

“Godric, this is fantastic,” Sirius groans delightedly. Remus chuckles as he plugs in the heating pad.

“Isn’t it?”

“Tell your mother she’s a saint for me next time you phone her.”

“‘Course, Pads,” Remus says as he walks back over, careful to avoid tripping on the cord. Linette hops down and starts smelling it curiously.

“C’mon, baban, leave it alone,” he chides while batting her away gently.

“Aw, leave her be, Remus! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She could chew on the cord and be electrocuted,” he deadpans. Sirius blinks.

“Right. Forgot Muggle technology is utterly terrifying. Carry on, then.”

Remus snorts and picks her up, setting her on Sirius’ lap which has already started to warm up. She purrs, cuddling into the heat and closing her eyes contentedly. Sirius runs a hand through her fur while he takes another sip from his mug. A weight settles next to him on the couch as Remus cuddles up to his side, reaching over him to grab his own hot chocolate from the end table.

Sirius hums happily, tilting his body into Remus’ and melting against the cushions. A little peck on his temple makes a soft grin slide on his face and he lets his eyes fall shut.

“Thank you for this, Moons.”

A hand reaches out to tangle with his own, squeezing gently but firm. “Of course, cariad. You mean the world to me.”

“You do, too. I wouldn’t be able to do this without you, you know.”

Remus hums, pressing another kiss to his head before he says softly, “Well, good thing you don’t have to, then.”

[unkownbee]

Eliza: Stop doing that.

Alexander: Stop doing what?

Eliza: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Eliza: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?

Alexander: Oklahoma City, bitch!

('Tis a joke. Ham would never swear at his lovely wife)

Alexander: Where did you get that tomato soup?

Eliza: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

(When Eliza's too tired to put effort into cooking actual food)

Alexander: So you like cats?

Eliza: Yeah.

Alexander: Tries to impress her by slowly pushing a glass off the table.

Alexander: You got a date yet Eliza?

Eliza: No.

Alexander: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Eliza: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Alexander: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

(She's mad at him because he swore in front of baby Philip and Angie)

Alexander: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Eliza meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

(I don't know if they would actually do this, but I like to believe they would <3)

Alexander: Snow got me feeling some type of way.

Eliza: That's hypothermia.

Alexander: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

(Eliza is very much concerned and trying to get him to go inside and sit in front of the fire)

Eliza: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Alexander: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

(Oh, it means everything <3)

Eliza: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Alexander: Okay.

Eliza: And make out during the scary parts.

Alexander: Th-

Alexander: The scary parts.

Alexander: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

(Yes, Alexander. She didn't stutter. The scary parts. Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl)

Alexander: I’m so tired.

Eliza: Did you get to bed late?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Did you do something strenuous?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Then why are you tired?

Alexander: I’m alive.

Eliza: Sounds exhausting.

(Eliza is right. Being alive is super exhausting 😔)

Alexander: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Eliza: Aww-

Alexander: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

(No, because he would definitely do this. You can't prove otherwise)

Alexander: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Eliza: That's great, Alexander. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 10 years and have 4 children.

(Ham just got back from drinking with his friends. He's drunk 😁)

Alexander, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

Eliza, confused: I mean, this is our house, so yeah.

Eliza: Alex, could we go shopping? All the snacks are gone.

Alexander: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

Alexander comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Eliza’s bedroom.

Eliza: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?

Alexander: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend.

Alexander: Lies on the ground and falls asleep.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: We're literally married, though???

(Again, Ham is drunk 😁👍)

Eliza: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Alexander: It was autocorrect.

Eliza: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me"?

Alexander: Yes.

(Yeah, that happens sometimes. Totally 👍)

Eliza: Alexander, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.

Alexander: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

(Again, Ham swore in front of the kids)

Eliza: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Alexander: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day.

Eliza: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

(And that's on those rare occasions that he actually does sleep)

Eliza: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Alexander: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: You mean ring bearER, right?

Alexander: ...

Eliza: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

(He totally is. As he should 😌✨)

Eliza: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Alexander?

Alexander: …Not really.

Eliza: Nothing?

Alexander: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

(And that, kids, is the true meaning of Christmas. Exploiting people into buying stuff that they don't really need under the guise of it being worth it. That also fits for Black Friday, actually-)

Alexander: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Eliza: Cenotaph.

Alexander: What?

Eliza: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Alexander: I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Eliza: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Alexander: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Eliza: So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Alexander: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Eliza: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

(I just thought this one was silly. I liked it)

Alexander: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Eliza: Steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to her knees and sob while apologizing profusely.

Alexander: That one. I want that one.

Eliza: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Alexander: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

[claymoresword]

I Choose Her | Chp: 8

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, top!reader, strap on use, hermione has a praise kink actually it's canon, so much fluff it's almost gross

Note: ok a few chapters back i mentioned that it would be the last fun one but i lied clearly bc this one's just fluff

i'm just not ready for it to get dark yet! i got a little carried away with this one but hopefully it's enjoyable bc i had a lot of fun writing it

there's strap on use as stated in the disclaimer but little elements of g!p as well (kinda) i've added asterisks before the smut so feel free to skip it if u don't want to read!

alright thats it, i hope u enjoy, let me know what u think!

taglist: @gvrsto @aweidlich @xxsekhmet @arielj

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chp 9

The end of term is finally here, accompanied with a feeling of impending doom you just couldn't shake.

You had no choice now but to see your parents.They had sent an owl with a letter containing the date of your initiation. It is in 3 days time.

Waving your wand, the clothes you had folded earlier slowly floated in place inside your trunk. Scanning the room you noticed there were still a lot of things you had to put away. Packing was never something you enjoyed. You actually found the entire process dreadful. Although, the use of magic did make it bearable. You couldn't imagine doing it all by hand.

You suddenly feel your cat nudge your leg slightly with his forehead. A white tabby, you've had him since first year. Basically one of the very few constants in your life. You've always had a love for cats because you found it easy to establish a mutual respect. Sometimes you prefered their company over humans.

He nudges your leg again before meowing.

"What is it sweet boy, are you hungry?"

Walking over to his food bowl you noticed it was still partially full. His water bowl left untouched since you last filled it up this morning.

You watched as he walks up to the front door, he began to scratch at it and you grow even more confused.

Before you could start to question it you hear a knock coming from the other side.

"Who is it?"

Taking a step closer you reached for the handle but decide to wait for a reply before opening it.

"It's me, quick let me in."

An involuntarily smile forming on your lips.

Your cat cleverly moving out of the way as you pulled the door open.

Crookshanks rushed his own way inside before you tugged on Hermione's arm, quickly guiding her inside your room. You looked around making sure nobody saw before closing the door.

Your girlfriend greets you with a long kiss which you happily reciprocated.

Hermione steps away from you and begins to look around as if inspecting the state of your messy room.

"How did you even get in here?"

Hermione smiles before holding up Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Wow, I'm surprised he let you borrow it."

"He doesn't know, I nicked it when he wasn't looking."

Your girlfriend admits proudly and you playfully let out a gasp.

"Hermione Granger, I think I might be a bad influence on you." You quip.

Your hands move to rest on Hermione's waist and she wraps her arms around your neck instinctively.

"I think you might be right."

She says before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"But I kind of like it." Hermione whispers, inches away from your face.

You smirk, pulling her in even closer.

"Good." You say, matching her tone.

You leaned in with intention to kiss her again but Hermione turns her head before you could.

Quietly studying your girlfriend's expression as she watched the cats. They've long stopped chasing each other around the room they're now curled up licking each other clean on the foot of your bed.

"Do you have to leave right away?" Hermione asks turning her head to look at you once again.

Your hand moves to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"No. Technically I have about a day before I absolutely have to go home. Why?"

Hermione doesn't answer for a moment instead she fiddles with the pendant on your necklace nervously.

"What is it, my love?"

Your gentle hand on her lower back must have soothed your girlfriend enough as she eventually found the courage to continue.

"Do you maybe want to come home with me and meet my parents?"

Taken aback, you take a few seconds to deliberate but Hermione was quick to mistake your silence for disapproval.

"If you don't want to it's alright. I'd just- I would love for them to get to know you-"

Hermione stutters and you reach out, holding her face with both your hands she's now forced to meet your soft gaze.

"I would love to meet your family. Just as long as you're sure."

Hermione grins, evidently relieved at your response.

"Really? It would help to have you with me, I don't want to be alone when I have to- you know when it's time."

"I understand." You assure her and she visibly relaxes again. Hermione moves to nuzzle her face in the crook of your neck and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around her, holding her close.

You could only imagine the pressure Hermione must be in. How selfless she is to even consider obliviating her own parents. She will be doing it to prevent the hurt they might go through in the event of losing her.

If it ever came down to it you weren't entirely sure if you could do the same. Hermione's bravery knows no bounds, yet you couldn't find it in yourself to envy her. You admired her a great deal. You want more than anything to preserve her happiness as best you can.

Going against the Dark Lord was one way of ensuring it. So it's something you'll do without hesistation.

"But we can't go anywhere until you're done packing." You let go of her and Hermione gestures to the mess of unfolded clothes scattered across your room.

"I am done."

Hermione gives you an incredulous look.

"Well, mostly." You admit cheekily, enjoying how annoyed Hermione is getting at your failure to take things seriously.

"Come on, I'll help you pack." Hermione tugs on your arm but you don't budge.

"But-" You say grabbing her hand instead, holding her in place.

"Im not sure if you're aware. There are many fun things we could do in my room that doesn't involve packing."

You swiftly pull Hermione closer by the belt loop on her jeans.

A small gasp escapes her lips at your sudden action and you took the opportunity to capture her lips into a searing kiss.

Your girlfriend entertains you for a few moments, kissing you back deeply as she rest her hand on the back of your neck.

Quickly moving your own hand underneath her shirt, resting it on the small of her back. Hermione shudders at the feeling of your warm hand against her bare skin.

You plant a kiss on her jaw, and then her neck, nipping at it before you hear Hermione's breath hitch in her throat.

"Okay let's make a deal." Your girlfriend says trying her best to keep her voice firm.

"We finish packing and–" Hermione stands on her tiptoes so she can whisper directly into your ear.

"I'll let you do whatever you want to me."

You feel a sudden rush of arousal, Hermione always knew exactly what to say.

"Whatever I want?"

Your girlfriend peering at you with feigned innocence. She nods before biting her lip knowing very well the effect it had on you.

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"What about this one?" Hermione holds up a dark green pullover that you hadn't seen since the beginning of term.

"Honestly forgot I even had that. We can toss it." Instead of adding it to the pile your girlfriend holds onto it. It quickly became clear what she was asking of you.

"Well unless you want to keep that one–"

"Do you want it?"

You chuckle at the sight of Hermione's eyes lighting up at your suggestion.

"It smells like you." Your girlfriend says under her breath and you feel a flutter in your chest.

"Alright, that's the last of it." You say, shutting your trunk.

You attempt to push it closer to your front door but it barely budged. Hermione notices you struggling and lets out a laugh.

"Here, let me help."

"Excuse me." Your girlfriend whispers before stepping in between you and the trunk, standing close enough that her ass was brushing against your front.

Before you could move out of her way, Hermione bends over. Her ass now flush against your groin. Clearly a deliberate move to get a reaction out of you, she makes no effort to push the trunk.

"Hermione–" You groaned.

"Hm?"

You've seemed to have urged her on as she pushes herself up against your front again. Your hands move to grip her waist.

Hermione stands up right but doesn't try to move away from you.

"Do you find pleasure in taunting me, Miss Granger? You growl directly into her ear and Hermione's hand finds the back of your neck.

You watched as she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth, stiffling a grin.

She really is enjoying is.

You expertly flipped Hermione around by her waist. Capturing her lips with yours kissing her hard. You take her bottom lip in between your teeth tugging at it before kissing her again, your tongue enters her mouth and she lets out a whimper against your lips.

Your hands move to her thigh swiftly, you lifted Hermione up, carrying her to your bed.

She keeps her legs wrapped around your waist, holding you in place.

Hermione arches her back, your groin now flush against hers. You began moving your hips, grinding against her center. Your girlfriend lets out a moan, throwing her head back against the pillow.

You take the opportunity to place a sloppy kiss against her neck, you open your mouth, biting down. Earning a louder noise from Hermione.

"Fuck, you drive me insane."

You say against her neck.

Hermione only lets out another whimper in response. She takes your hand moving it to the hem of her jeans.

"Please, touch me." Your girlfriend pleads.

Quickly obliging, you unbutton her jeans, slipping your hand inside. Your palm finds her clothed center. You apply pressure and Hermione quickly starts grinding against your hand.

She's now a writhing, panting mess underneath you.

The mere sight drove you crazy.

You slip your hand underneath her underwear, your thumb applying pressure against her already sensitive clit. Hermione's grips the back of your neck as she chokes out a moan. You move two fingers to her entrance pushing inside until you were knuckle deep. Your girlfriend's mouth falls open as you began pumping in and out of her at a rough pace.

"Yes.."

She breathes out and you take it as a sign to move your fingers harder and deeper.

Hermione's hand moves to grip the sheets and you knew she was already close.

You try your best to keep the steady pace, made slightly difficult with her walls contracting against your fingers with every stroke.

Your hear her breathing get shallow and her hold on your neck tightens. Hermione moans loudly as the blinding orgasm rips through her.

You pull out of her bringing your fingers up to your mouth, licking them clean. Hermione watches you with a darkened gaze before lifting her head to kiss you, deep and hungry.

You plant a kiss against her forehead before moving off her.

Hermione whines in protest and you only chuckle darkly. You lift your own sweater above your head, signaling that you were far from done.

"Take off your clothes baby, wait there."

Hermione does as she's told.

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You grabbed your wand quickly before walking towards the bathroom, shuting the door behind you.

Saying the spell as you waved your wand, a flesh coloured appendage appearing by your groin. A makeshift strap on. You found out that muggles had used it for sex sometimes and you honestly thought it a genius invention. You took it upon yourself to conjure your own.

You managed to create a version that was not only functional but allows you to actually feel her. In a way it acted like an extension of you.

Yes. A spell that could go terribly wrong if not done properly ofcourse, but what's a fun sex life without a little risk?

Walking out of the bathroom you're met with the sight of your girlfriend laying naked on the bed.

You make eye contact and watched as Hermione's eyes flit down to the length between your legs.

She licks her lips in anticipation.

"Come closer."

Hermione crawls to the foot of the bed meekly waiting for you to approach.

You stepped closer, hand moving to the back of her head your fingers getting lost in her hair.

You guide her forward and she catches on quickly. Wrapping her hand around your length before running her tongue across the tip, watching your reaction.

"Suck it."

You command and Hermione does exactly that.

Throwing your head back you breathe in deeply, suppressing a moan. Her mouth felt amazing. Hermione was really good at that, she's good at everything.

You feel the tip of your strap touch the back of her throat and let out a gasp.

She is taking you so well.

You groaned.

"Good girl."

Hermione hums in response and continues moving her skillful mouth against you.

You can feel your release approaching, gripping her hair you tug on it slightly, urging her to stop.

"Ok– okay that's enough." You guide her face up, kissing her.

"Lay back."

Hermione leans back and you quickly climb on top of her.

Your length brushing against her core, Hermione rolls her hips desperately.

"Ready?"

Your girlfriend nods quickly, lifting her leg up to wrap it around your waist. Giving you easier access.

You guide the tip to her entrance, thrusting forward slowly.

Watching as her eyes widen at the feeling of you inside her. Her hands gripped your back, fingernails digging into your skin.

You thrust your hips forward again, Hermione lets out a loud moan shutting her eyes.

"Fuck, you feel so good. So tight."

Hermione clenches around your length, her nails digging into your back painfully.

"Faster– please."

Your girlfriend begs and you push forward, harder and faster.

Soon finding a momentum.

Hermione's now moaning and panting at every thrust of your hips. You feel a familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach.

"You're so perfect, Hermione. My sweet, perfect girl."

Your endless whispers of praise only pushing her closer to her release. Hermione's cunt throbbing around your length as her orgasm creeps up on her, hard and fast.

You pant, reaching your own climax soon after her.

You slumped forward, both your chests heaving as you tried to recover.

Hermione places a kiss on your cheek and another on the corner of your mouth.

You move to rest your head against her chest.

"I love you." Hermione utters breathlessly.

You lift your head, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"I love you too, so much."

Hermione pulls you in for a kiss, surprisingly soft and tender.

"Can you go again?" You ask and Hermione nods, not hiding the blush forming on her face.

"Good, get on top."

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The train finally departs and Hermione joins you in the carriage. Sitting next to you.

You draped your arm over her shoulder, pulling her close.

"Last night was amazing."

You let out a laugh at the sudden confession.

"Yes it was." You turn towards her and Hermione lifts her head off your shoulder to look at you.

Her hand moves to your hair, running her fingers through it. She knows you loved it whenever she did that.

"You were amazing." Hermione's voice low, you catch her looking down at your lips.

"Careful."

"Don't get me going, I will have my way with you right here, in this carriage."

You warn, glancing at her lips.

"Maybe you should."

Hermione taunts and you smirk.

You lean forward to whisper in her ear.

"I'd fuck you right here, have you screaming my name for everybody to hear."

Hermione grabs the hem of your jacket crashing her lips against yours. Her tongue enters your mouth and for a second you believed that you would actually have sex right then and there.

"Uh– you lot are in a public space, please show some consideration."

Ginny quips before entering the carriage, sitting across from you.

You stopped making out, Hermione buries her face in your shoulder, feeling embarrassed.

"We technically were in a private space until you came in." You retaliated.

Ginny grins.

You've always liked her, the funnier and overall superior Weasley. You don't hang out often but whenever you did it was always a fun time.

"So Harry told me about the plan."

"He did what–"

"Oh that thickhead." You scoffed.

Hermione shakes her head clearly dissaproving the same way you were.

"Well that's fantastic. Yeah, really great. Who else did he tell?"

You were annoyed. If the wrong person overheard it would be over for you.

"Ok I agree Harry can be thick sometimes but we can trust Ginny." Hermione says, stroking your arm at an attempt to soothe you.

"Yeah relax. Besides, he tells me everything. I promise your secret's safe with me."

You say nothing in response, looking out the window trying to keep a level head.

"Do you really think it'll work?"

Ginny asks and you turn to look at her. Your gaze shifts to Hermione for a moment before answering.

"I've gone over it a million times in my head. It'll work."

You look out the window again.

"It has to." You mutter and Hermione grabs your hand intertwining your fingers.

"Alright."

"Listen, if you ever need an extra hand I can help." The ginger haired girl says lowering her voice.

You nod, giving her a genuine smile. You appreciated the offer.

"Thanks, Ginny."

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"That was odd." You say as you lifted Hermione's trunk up the stairs, walking to her parents home.

"What was?"

"The man that drove us here. Do muggles always ask that many personal questions?"

Hermione laughs.

You sat her trunk down on the veranda.

"He was curious, some taxi drivers just enjoy chatting to new people."

Your eyebrows knitted together. You supposed that made sense.

"Oh."

"Ready?" Hermione asks before fishing her house keys out of her pocket.

You give her a nod before taking in a sharp intake of breath.

Opening the door you both step inside.

"Mum, dad, I'm home!"

Her mum comes down the stairs, beaming as she sauntered over to the two of you. Enveloping your girlfriend in a long embrace.

Hermione did look a lot like her mother. Especially around the eyes.

Mrs Granger releases her daughter from her embrace and turns to you.

"You must be y/n, Hermione has told me so much about you."

She surprises you by pulling you into a hug as well. You reciprocated quickly as a polite gesture.

"It's very nice to meet you Mrs Granger, you have a wonderful home."

"Oh please, call me Monica."

She takes her hand in yours and you smile at her gallantly.

A man walks out of the kitchen and rushes over to the three of you, practically lifting Hermione up as he hugged her.

Hermione lets out a real laugh and it's like music to your ears.

"Hey pumpkin."

"Hi, dad"

"Y/n I assume?" He asks, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes sir, that's right. It's a pleasure to meet you." You hold your hand out for him to shake and he pulls you into a hug instead.

You were stunned for a moment.

A family of huggers.

Physical affection was rare in your own family, it wasn't something that was freely given. Any type of affection was something you had to earn, like a reward.

"Come, you got here just in time for dinner."

Hermione's dad lets go of you and guides the two of you to the dining table.

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You liked Hermione's parents, they were warm and generous. You quickly realised why Hermione is the way she is.

"Thank you for dinner Monica, it was delicious."

"You're most welcome y/n. I'm glad you're here, we've been wanting to meet you for awhile now."

Hermione grabs your hand on the table giving it a squeeze.

Mrs Granger stands up colleting the plates, she walks over to the sink.

"Please, let me help."

You grab Hermione's plate and yours, giving her a quick smile which she reciprocated.

You are stood silently washing dishes for awhile before Mrs Granger breaks the silence.

"You're really good for her, you know."

You glanced at her but stayed silent and she continues.

"I've never seen her this happy. I'm just glad she has you."

"Thats very kind of you to say Monica but I'm certain that I'm the lucky one."

"Hermione's a very special girl." You respond fondly.

Her mum nods in agreement, tears well up in her eyes and you panic for a moment. Afraid you'd said something to upset her.

"You promise to look out for her won't you? I don't know exactly what's happening in your world right now but promise you'll look after her?"

"Ofcourse. I'll protect her with my life. You have my word."

A tear falls down her cheek and she quickly wipes it away.

"Thank you y/n–"

"I appreciate you saying that."

[nekohime19]

Heart behind the lie # 21 : hope

MK get hurt and everything is revealed

Sun Wukong was curled up around his lil lady, tail in between his legs, head in his knees. The sheets were stained with tears, the usual clean white wetted by his pain. He looked like a mess, not moving an inch unless it was to take care of his lil bud. He spent days there, still and frozen, voice cracked by his sobs. He thought and rethought his talk with Macaque, of every word they exchanged in the heat of the moment. Did Macaque really think he didn't regret his death? It hurt to even consider it. How much did he fail as a friend for the other to think like that? 

Sock tried to comfort him, but the wound etched on his heart wasn't something that could heal so easily. He felt void. He feared that everything they worked for until they fought was for nothing. That he broke every semblance of bound they managed to create. Maybe they weren't meant to be together and the months of bliss he lived were bound to be shattered one way or another. It wounded him to think like that, because he wanted to be at the other's side, but what was he meant to do when they hurt each other so badly? 

He wanted to apologize for the things he said, once again he didn't listen, he let his emotions get the better of him. But a part of him was glad he said all of this, because even if the words were harsh, they weren't untrue. The 500 years of solitude he lived wasn't something the other could brush aside like that. Yes, Macaque had a reason for not coming, he could recognize this, but his silence felt as bitter as the idea of him not caring. Even if Macaque said he cared, he left him alone, by choice, without a speck of a word to reassure him. This was crushing. 

It was odd, to be mad and sad at the same time, to be torn between two very distinct feelings. He was mad at himself, at Macaque, at everyone that festered their fight. The only person he wasn't mad at these days was Sock. 

His lil lady gently pawed his snout, a tell-tale sign of her hunger. Sun Wukong rose, every bone in him aching with each gesture, and left his sheet, the lil sage hot on his heels. He fed his cat and narrowed his eyes at the sky outside, it was evening, not that it mattered but he could have sworn it was morning the last time he eyed his window. The time didn't hold any importance whatsoever, he didn't even know what day we were, all blurry in the face of his pain. 

Once finished, Sock ran towards the front door and scratched the wood without any mercy, meowing at him with all the authority an orange fluff ball could have. 

“... Well, I guess it's not fair to keep you here.” Mumbled the sage as he approached the door, his feet trailing on the wooden floor. He opened the door and let his lil lady out, she meowed at him once outside, not willing to move if he wasn't at her side. Sun Wukong sighed, but he indulged her, weak against her demanding moews. He set foot outside for the first time since his fight with Macaque. 

Sock explored the cave a little, carefully surveilling the borders of her territory (which was limited at the cave for now), and hissing at any that dared set foot in it without her consent. She chased the birds and squirrels she didn't approve of, and greeted the few monkeys she saw with head rubs. The monkeys liked to pet her, probably because her fur was as soft as a cloud (thanks to him). A few younglings clung to her back and accompanied her in her surveillance, mimicking her when she hissed at any intruders. 

The sage watched all of it with a kind eye, amused by the scene. His generals approached him with skittish steps, they sat at his sides and cooed worryingly. 

Ma asked if he “was alright” and Liu immediately began to groom him, Beng sat on his lap and looked up with wide, teary eyes. 

“I'm…well…I had a fight with Macaque.” admitted the King as he looked the other way, not wanting to see the disappointment in their eyes. 

“Bad?” Chittered Beng as he put his little monkey hands on his, rubbing soothing circles on his palms. 

“Yeah, bad.” Gulped the sage. 

They didn't say anything else, only giving him warmth as they tried to untangle the wreckage that was his fur. He was unsightly, with bloodshot eyes and greasy fur, undignified for the Monkey King. But he didn't care at the moment. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.

For the next few days, Sock was the only one able to make him move, she pushed him outside more than usual, trying to make him taste the sun. He had the inkling suspicion that his lil lady and his generals were working together. Each time he put a foot outside of his shack, his marshals were there. Sometimes, they carried the warrior's scent, and it hurt as much as it soothed him. He didn't even dare to sleep with the scarf anymore, afraid to ruin it with his tears, but also scared of what he would dream if he slept with Macaque's scent. 

Perhaps, he should find the other and try to salvage what could be salvaged instead of wallowing in misery. Macaque was still on the mountain, he could feel his presence. But he always doubted himself the second he tried to put a foot outside of his cave. What if Macaque didn't want to see him? What if they weren't meant to heal? What if the only solution for them to find peace was to move on and forget the other altogether? The mere thought of that was unbearable, because as much as it hurt, Sun Wukong craved his moon. 

After days of doubting, Sun Wukong decided to message Sandy. After all, the tea-lover always had sound advice, and even if the King wasn't comfortable with sharing something so vulnerable, Sandy already saw the worst of him. The sage was sitting on his couch, Sock purring on his lap, enjoying the pets. 

Me : Hey, Sandy. I was wondringg if u had any addvice to reconceiling? 

Sandy 😺 : I'm glad to hear from you Mister King, I was worried. So I take it you want to reconcile with Mister Maquawke ? 

Me : yea 

Sandy 😺 : well, did you two talked with each other since the last therapy session? 

Me : not rlly 

Sandy 😺: if Mister Maquawke needs time alone, then you should respect that. The most important thing is asking him what he wants. 

Me : but I miss him

Sandy 😺 : you can express what you want from him, and your regrets about this fight. But the choice will be his eventually. Don't pressure him, but don't avoid him either. Let him breathe, but still express yourself clearly. Why you did what you did, and what led to it. 

Me : thks Sandy. 

Sandy 😺 : it is my pleasure, Mister King. Good luck. 

He decided to whisper to the winds. With the other's hearing, he would certainly catch any of his words. Sun Wukong sat on the edge of his cave and thought deeply about his words, he began to whisper his truth with an unsteady voice, frail enough to be shattered by any passing gusts, but not shy enough to pass by the Six-eared Macaque himself. 

“Hey, Macaque… I… don't know if you're listening… Maybe I should've just sent a text or something. Sorry. I'm an idiot. I… I can't stop thinking about our fight at Sandy's. I-I'm… sorry, I don't, I didn't…I… I miss you. I don't want that to sever our bond. I know you're probably hating me right now but… will you be willing to try again?” Nothing answered him, only the echoes carried by the passing winds. Sun Wukong's face fell the longer he stayed without any sign of acknowledgement from the ebony monkey. He sighed, disappointed but not surprised. 

The days passed in a blur, everything seemed to merge together in an uncouth mass of time, he was unable to discern the morning from the evening, uncaring of the sky's changes. He lived as if he was haunted, rethinking about the warrior's words each time his mind strayed. Eventually, he stopped wallowing in his own tears (only letting them fall in the dead of the night) and regained a semblance of proper life. He went outside more and more, pushed by his cat, and began to eat again, nibbling some peaches here and there during the day. 

But the ache inside of him never disappeared. 

Each day, he would sit outside and mumble to the wind with the senseless hope that the warrior would hear him, and appear. And each day he was met with disappointment. It hurt to be met with silence, but he never gave up. If there was a chance at reconciling, even if small, he would take it. And so he sent him messages at dawn and dusk, each day, to talk about anything that crossed his mind. And he would whisper apologies at midday, letting his heart fall out of his lips in hope of explaining his pain, of letting the other understand why he reacted like he did. 

“I-I'm sorry for screaming at you. I didn't… My emotions got the better of me. I… I'm sorry. Really our lives are so messed up. I'm… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have… But I need you to know that everything I said was true. I mean, it's the way I felt. I… I hated you for abandoning me, I thought you got sick of me and decided to leave. I thought you didn't care about me as much as I cared about you and it hurt. It was just easier to hate when I was there. I-it was… it was not a fun time. I miss you, Macaque…”

“You mean so much to me you don't even know. You were my world back then… But I got… swallowed by my own fear. I'm sorry. I just… I wanted to be strong, to protect everyone, but I guess I lost sight of why I was doing any of it. I… I loved you. So much. So, so, so much. I know I never showed it, but I did, you were everything.”

“Y-you remember our games? I had so much fun with you. And I-I know you changed, I did too. But even if you're not the same, the you now is really… really fun too. I… don't want to lose you. Not Mihou, but you, Macaque. I…want to be friends, to be close. I miss you. I hope it's not too late.”

“I… I regret killing you. It is the biggest mistake of my life. I-I was… destroyed after that, I spent days crying and wallowing. I pleaded with my master to let me bury you on the mountain. I… I never wanted to. I swear to you. I never wanted to. But I was just so angry at you for abandoning me. Everything blew up, I just wanted to lash out. I stopped, when I heard your confession, I stopped. But I… the circlet tightened and I… struck down. I'm sorry, please I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You never deserved that. I'm sorry.”

He tried to go to Macaque's favorite spots in the mountain, but the other was a master of stealth, and all-hearing. If the warrior didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be. No matter how piercing the sage's eyes could be, no matter how persistent he was, if the warrior didn't want to be near him, he wouldn't be. But the King didn't give up, his hope of salvaging everything pushing him to keep going. He picked the freshest plums, the roundest mangos, and put them in places with the warrior's scent. Sometimes, he arranged baskets with snacks and other trinkets Macaque could like (playwrights and art supply mainly) and put them in the shade. He was overjoyed when he found out some of his baskets disappeared, it gave him hope to resolve everything. 

Unfortunately, his good mood was quickly crushed by a call from Sandy. Sun Wukong didn't remember much of it, everything stopped the second he heard that his mentee got hurt. The first thought that passed through his mind was to inform Macaque. After all, the other was involved in whatever business MK was diving in, he had a right to know. The sage stumbled out of his shack and ran in the forest, screaming the warrior's name as if his life depended on it. 

“MACAQUE!? WHERE ARE YOU!? PLEASE! MK I-IS… HE'S HURT!” The reaction was instantaneous, the shadows coiled in front of him, creating a puddle of darkness, and from the darkness emerged the warrior. He looked panicked, eyes wide and filled with worry. 

“What do you mean hurt!?” Franticly asked Macaque. 

Sun Wukong summoned his cloud with a flick of wrist, and without any other words they both climbed it and soared through the sky. They didn't say anything, each too busy with their own emotions to try. They stumbled in the pig's restaurant without any grace, rushing upstairs, where they could hear the others. The whole group was stuffed in MK's room. Pigsy was pacing right and left, scolding MK about his “recklessness” and his “lack of common sense”. Tang was trying to diffuse the situation, in vain. The dragon girl was glaring at the boy, lips bitten as if she restrained herself from screaming. And Sandy was patching up his mentee, sitting on the bed next to him. 

MK had a broken arm and some gashes on his face, nothing too dangerous really, nonetheless Wukong felt himself crumble. This was his fault. He was so preoccupied with his own life these last days he forgot his successor altogether. What a poor excuse of a mentor he made. 

“What happened?”Asked the warrior as he approached the kid. MK turned away when he saw him, face filled with guilt. 

“What happened is this idiot rushed alone in a demon territory!” Huffed the dragon girl, arms crossed over her chest. 

“I'm sorry Mei, but you know it couldn't wait.” Muttered his mentee. 

“We said we would go together…” Sighed Mei. 

“sorry.”

“Why were you trying to get into demon territory in the first place?” Asked the sage as he walked towards his mentee. MK flinched, something small, almost unseeable, but undoubtedly there. 

“W-well, you know, I heard they were people there needing help? And so because I'm a hero and all I thought I had to help…” 

“ya don't have to rush into danger like that, kid! You should have told us!”Groaned the pig. 

Sun Wukong furrowed his eyebrows, knowing very well that his mentee was hiding his true intentions. He gazed at the warrior, before sighing and turning towards the others. 

“Can you leave us alone for a bit? I want to have a word. You can stay Macaque. Mei you can stay too.”

The group looked at him, surprised, but they heeded his words when they saw his face. He wasn't smiling, something unusual for all of them. Once they were alone, Mei sat beside the kid and both monkeys faced them. 

“What are you two scheming with Red Son?” Asked the sage, he watched as the kids paled, caught off guard, perhaps. 

“N-nothing. We just hang out with him, that's all.”

“Yeah, he's our friend and all, so we do friendly stuff.” Added the dragon girl. 

“We heard you scheming something with him. Even without that, you two had been suspicious for a while now.” Sighed the sage. 

“Is it because of me?” Quietly asked the warrior. 

“No, no, no, no! It has nothing to do with you.” Nervously refuted the kid. 

“I know you're stubborn. All three of you are apparently. But I don't want you to put yourself in danger for me, kiddo.” Sighed the warrior. “I don't know why you're doing all this, there is no cure-”

“Don't say that!” Cut his mentee. “... Don't give up.”

“You don't have to deal with my problems.” Replied Macaque, unrelenting. 

“But I… I want to!” Muttered the kid. 

“How about you two call Red Son here and then explain what you've been doing exactly.” Cut the sage before they could argue more. “I'm not saying you're wrong, but you shouldn't put yourself in danger like that. Macaque… is not showing it well, but he's worried. He was practically in tears when I told him you were hurt.”

“Hey! That's not true!” Stuttered the warrior. 

“But… You'll stop us if we tell you.” Mumbled the dragon girl. 

“Definitely.” Huffed the macaque. 

“Explain for now. And we'll see.” Sighed the great sage. 

It wasn't hard to convince Red Son, a simple mention of MK getting hurt was enough to make him rush here. He spent hours scolding the boy about his lack of foresight before starting to explain what they were doing exactly. 

“We were searching for a cure, for the black simian.” Admitted the little Bull. Sun Wukong could see his moon tense from the corner of his eyes, probably caught off guard by the boy's bluntness. “Since his soul is damaged, and the parts left in the Diyu probably faded already, making it impossible to heal his soul completely, I thought it would be better if we could create an artifact that could help the soul instead of healing it.”

“Like an artificial soul?” Curiously asked the sage. 

“It's more complicated than that. Basically, the souls in our body are our essence, who we are. It is not static, it changes with how we change, it's almost organic. It can shatter, it can die, but it can also heal. And it is the thing that keeps us here, that keeps us grounded, that makes life flow in our body. A bruised soul can heal and change. The problem with the black simian is that his soul is not full and heavily damaged, therefore it is struggling to heal. The fastest method to heal him would be to collect all the soul fragments to reshape the soul and make it full, but it's been a long time since he was brought back, and soul fragments are not eternal, they fade like petals wilt when they're picked. So, instead of healing him, I proposed to make an artificial device capable of helping the soul, supporting it to help it heal on its own. Like a prosthesis of some sort.”

“Does this sort of artifact even exist?”Asked the warrior with furrowed eyebrows. 

“It needs to be strong, and be able to strengthen souls. It also needs to suit you. We settled on the lantern you had, it was a powerful artifact after all so it could do. Unfortunately, it shattered, so we were searching for the pieces.”

“And that's why you were out so often, and you went into demon territory.” Guessed the sage. 

“I don't think my lantern can do that. I had it for a long time, it is not made for that.” Mumbled the warrior. 

“We simply need to change its function then. It is not impossible.” Replied Red Son. 

“And who would be your craftsmen? You need some seriously skilled master to create something like that!” Groaned Macaque. 

“I can take care of that.” Proposed the sage, they all turned towards him, some with hope, others with disbelief. “Laozi could help us, he's certainly qualified enough”

“Why would you even do that? Laozi is not the kind to help without anything in returns its-”

“Because I care, Macaque.” Interrupted the sage, he took one of the warrior's hands and held it gently. “Let us do that, please.”

Macaque gazed at him, eyes trembling, he turned away after a few seconds, reclaiming his hand. 

“Do whatever you want.” Muttered the warrior, they all cheered at that. “But, we do nothing until MK is fully healed, and no more scheming alone. I don't want kids to be hurt because of me.”

“But Macaque it'll take months before I’m-” MK cut himself when he felt the heated glare of the warrior. “Yeah, I'll wait, no problem.”

Macaque gathered the shadows around the room with a flick of wrist, creating a puddle at his feet. Sun Wukong was worried to see him use so much magic, but he knew it wasn't his place to say something, especially considering how they were still fighting. 

“And Wukong.” Mumbled the warrior, shoulders hunched on himself. “Don't be late for our next therapy session.”

Macaque disappeared before he could reply. The sage stood frozen for a bit, trying to process what just happened. When he finally realized, he jumped on his feet, uncaring of the kids curious stares, and shouted :

“YES! OH MY GODS, YES!”

[nomatterwhatnomatterwhere]

(Not) A Whole New World .pt2

A.N: part two of this , kinda inspired by all the Great Seven Au ('cause let's be honest, that AU has a lot of interesting things to play with

Part 3

The second time it happened you were 12 years old.

You were 12 and sure you weren't lost at all, yet you found yourself in a familiar forest.

Apparently you were back.

You were excited, so you started running towards where you knew the exit was.

This time you managed to notice that the forest was full of plants useful for potions, not that you knew how to prepare them – Frau Grimhilde would not let you until you understood the theory – but now some details stood out in your eyes that you would have never noticed years before.

Once out of the forest you were convinced it would take little time to find the Trein Mason, but unfortunately you didn't seem to be in the Shaftlands anymore.

You started looking around, looking for something, anything, that would give you an indication, but again, like the first time, it was someone else who found you

“You look more like a lost puppy to me”

The voice came from a handsome man with two-tone hair, one side was black and the other was white; compared to Trein who was elegant but perhaps a little old-fashioned in clothing, this man looked quite fashionable, while retaining a certain elegance – and then that fur coat looked really comfortable.

A little embarrassed, you asked where you were and if you were very far from the Shiftlands

The man replied that you were in the Queendoom of Roses and that you were actually quite far from the Shiftlands.

At the new information you became concerned and the man raised an eyebrow

“ Don't you have a Mirror address, little stray? Because otherwise I will have to report the presence of a lost minor to the authorities”

At those words a feeling of anxiety and relief invaded you at the same time.

You had someone to contact, but you had no idea what the Mirror address was.

So you explained your dilemma to him and following the name you asked him to contact his gaze opened up a bit, but he didn't ask any questions.

Indeed, he told you to follow him and so you did, finding yourself in the study of his house, hoping that his mirror would do what according to the man - Divus Crewel - it was supposed to do. When its surface rippled you recognized the Trein home office, but it was not he who answered the call (?)

"Mr. Trein is not at home Professor Crewel, can report to me or prefer to be contacted"

Not even the time to get the man you automatically greeted to answer

"Hi Stacy"

And for a moment there was absolute silence, but the silence lasted just a moment to be replaced by a

“Drizzy! it's Y/N! She is back !! “ and other incomprehensible screams.

After a few quarrels between who should speak between the two and a few meows from Lucius – to which you answered under Crewel's interested gaze – Drizella asked you why you were in a completely different part of the world, how you came back to this world and much more and you very calmly answered

“As soon as I have the answers myself I will inform you”

You spent a lot of time on the phone with the two sisters who, in addition to updating you on their lives, also told you that they were about to leave, while Trein was busy with school.

They made Crewel make you stay with him

(“As if I could abandon a stray like that”)

If with Trein at the beginning you had to take a lot of courage to interact with him, Crewel didn't have the same aura and moreover

“Is that Ashwagandha? It's the first time I've seen it unprinted"

Crewel asked how you were sure you hadn't got the name of the plant wrong, since it was with others and you, all excited,

“Those are all herbs against stress, I could recognize them with my eyes closed…well, not yet, but Frau Grimilde says that I'm getting better at recognizing plants and that therefore I will soon be able to prepare potions that aren't just for health of my skin. But she doesn't have any Ashwagandha either, it's completely out of season for us at the moment"

And so, a bit like what happened with Trein, albeit with much less difficulty, you approached the magic of this world again, so different, yet so similar to the one you came from.

Crewel was as strict as Trein, but compared to the other man he didn't just compliment you when you were good at something.

( What a self- esteem boost)

You had discovered that Crewel was a colleague of Trein's and that they both worked - Crewel was getting ready to work - at Night Raven College a school full of 'off-leash puppies' according to Crewel.

Divus kept Trein updated on your improvements and Trein informed him about your abilities and your condition in your home world.

For quite a while you had continued to send letters to both Stacy and Drizzy and to Trein, but after a while a strange rectangular thing was sent to you by the two sisters and when you asked about it Crewel explained that it was a cell phone.

The man had left the task of instructing you on how to use that incredible object for you to your acquired sisters, and so you understood that that cell phone was used to communicate remotely with people, but faster than letters - which however you continued to send to Trein – and that there were small digital worlds called “apps” that allowed you to play games or take and share photos, among these, the app they recommended to you the most was 'Magicam' where apparently, in addition to publishing photos and videos it was possible to make "live events" and you could find other people who liked what you were doing and who could become "followers"

(Crewel enjoyed seeing every expression you had every time you discovered something new and ran to him for recognition, you were just a good pup, he thought you needed a little more confidence in yourself)

After a while Crewel started sending you on errands for him around the city, it was mainly about buying materials for his creations, whether it be potions or items for his fashion house – already several times you were was the tester of the new creations, Crewel couldn't let you go out looking like a stray – and during these mini adventures if you happened to see something that interested you, you photographed it and posted it on your Magicam, – you weren't famous, but it couldn't be denied that you still had a good following Not that you paid much attention to it.

It was during one of these errands that you ran into an old acquaintance who had become quite famous in the meantime.

“It was downright rude of you to disappear like that Potato”

Vil still had that critical look of him as he looked at you, but maybe he was right this time; from his point of view you had disappeared for a long time without showing signs of life.

You sent a message to Crewel telling him you'd be a little late and on Vil's advice you went to a little, little frequented cafe, and so Vil became your second… friend (?) – could you call yourself that? – to learn about your unique situation.

He later told you he was there because he was filming a series and would be staying for about a week, made you promise to see you at least one more time and gave you his number so you could stay in touch, at least while you stayed in this world.

Vil still had a bit of a brusque manner, but having grown up - and having dealt with Grimhilde who was even more brusque, despite a certain royalty - you definitely understood that this was, as Jack had said, Vil's way of being friendly.

You asked him if Jack was mad at you and he shook his head, almost annoyed, without deigning an answer

(Jack couldn't be mad at you, according to Vil you were his first crush, not that either of them would let you know)

He asked you if you had Magicam and once he knew your name he started following you and you did the same, shocked by the number of followers she had.

He told you that the number would probably go down a bit as he would put his star life on hold once he started school.

(After Vil's follow your followers also increased, and among them was a certain Cay-Cay who you would contact later)

In addition to the newfound – or perhaps formed was more correct – friendship with Vil, you got to know what you could have defined as your first crush, if you had recognized the signs of a crush

He was a guy older than you, with green hair and particular eyes that you would have defined as almost golden.

You had met him inside his parents' pastry shop - even if you had discovered it much later - where he had offered you a slice of wild berry cake "First time in here" and winked at you from behind his glasses , making you blush and calling that reaction "cute."

Whenever you could get into that cake shop you did, and every time Trey would put up an extra berry muffin for you for free, you didn't talk for a long time, but every conversation with Trey had something interesting.

It wasn't until his friend Che'nya called you both "disgusting" that you exchanged contacts

(Che'nya's messages were definitely spam but very funny to you, because they didn't make any sense at first, but then in some strange way, they acquired it)

Drizzy and Stacy were ecstatic when you talked about your friends, Trein and Crewel a little less.

During your time with Crewel you also learned the history of this world you found yourself in, with particular attention to the traditions of the Queen of Hearts – the fact that the aforementioned had instituted 810 rules amazed you more than it should have –

You got back in touch with Cater, who you'd contacted on Magicam, to let him know you were back indefinitely.

He had left you reading for 10 minutes, before letting you know how worried you made him.

Both Crewel and Trein forbade you to be on the phone with him more than two hours.

The two teachers – father figures – refused to jeopardize your health after the last time you lay sleepless after talking with Cater

Not Under Their Watch

And then, just like the first time, you found yourself opening your eyes to a room that was neither your room in the Trein house nor your room in the Crewel house.

No, this was your makeshift room when you stayed late at Grimilde's, but this time you were sure you hadn't dreamed it all.

You still had your cell phone. It didn't work, right. But it was with you in your world, where you were pretty sure there was no such thing yet.

It took some time before you set foot again in Twisted Wonderland, but in the meantime you became the apprentice of a rather ancient Fae who had heard of you from Grimhilde, who had introduced you to the great magicians of your world.

The Fae, who revealed her name to you after a long time, explained that your magic was some sort of hybrid of gray magic, but no one would want to teach someone who had negative magic in them in your world.

It was a big surprise when, trying to channel some of your magic, your cell phone turned back on and you saw that an unknown number – which you would later discover was Jack – had contacted you, and that Crewel and Stacy and Drizzy had also tried to get in. contact you ( Vil, Cater , Trey and Che'nya had contacted you, but more rarely)

You made your situation known and asked to inform Trein too that you were fine, you explained and told what had happened to you and what you had learned up to that moment.

You also went back to updating your Magicam, where no one seemed to notice that some of the things you posted didn't exist in that world

They say that all good things come in threes and the third time you found yourself in that forest you were 16 and had half an idea of ​​what to expect.

Only that you were stunned when you found yourself in front of a school gates.

"Well, that's kinda new"

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls-Season 3, Episode 12. "Lorelai Out Of Water" Part 1

Ladies, we have more filler. I can't complain. This episode was so easy that I watched it twice.

Lorelai has offered her garage as rehearsal space to Hep Alien. But first! They have to clean out said garage, which they haven't attempted to enter in years. Then they debate whether or not Lorelai ever remembered to call the Garage Cleaner Uppers that one time a few years ago. Thrilling stuff! It's been a while since we've last had a sexually tense Luke vs Taylor showdown.

Meow!

Gilmore Girls is bought to you by our sponsors, Office Depot, Circuit City, and Blockbuster Video. Hold on. I'm getting word that Office Depot still exists. Really?

Nothing to see here folks, just Rory comparing her mother to a woman famous for having sex with rockstars...then insinuating that she should sleep with Zach. I'm sorry Rory, this MILF only has eyes for one teenage boy. One who is a lot less talented than Zach.

This is weird, but hoo boy, it's about to get weirder.

Well well well. Who would have ever thunk that the deeply repressed Christian girl has a submssion kink? Soggy Rygalski is her Daddy ordering her around and reminding her that her drumming is inadequate. Lane personally requested that Dave verbally berate her in front of the other band members in order to...distract them? The plan is that if they see Dave treating Lane like a kicked dog, they won't realize they're crushing on each other? That's kinda messed up? This presumes that Dave and Lane are both confident that Brian and Zach will see Dave treating her like crap and have no thoughts about it except "I guess they're not smooching." Although we've yet to see if this plan, once put in motion, actually works. Anyway. Sure Lane's Dom Daddy is a lispy geek in a patterned sweater, but SaltyGilmores does not judge. It’s always the quiet ones am I right?

Seems like they’ve found a creative way to get off while staying in God's good graces. Have fun you kids.

"Rory, this is all I have" Thanks to Rory I can cross off the "cockblocking" square from my End of Episode Bingo Card.

Rory tries to come to Lane’s defense, but since it was all just part of Lane and Soggy’s sex games it wasn’t actually necessary.

Oh, we know why.

From the messed up mind of AmyShermanPalladino.

"Yes Daddy"

SAME. Oh. She's talking about the place. The place with all the coffee. Alex's kids are named Hilary and Jeff, 6 and 9.

Once again, Lorelai is no Miss Cleo.

Of course she said yes. Alex is totally worth waking up at 5 am for. Back in The Hollow, Lane is chipping away at Mama to obtain permission to go to the prom and hatching another harebrained scheme to bring Soggy Rygalski into Mama's good graces, it involves a Korean wedding and Rory is invited apparently. Whatever.

Well well well. Look who took the place of Stars Hollow Beauty Supply's worst (dead) employee. No respect for the dead, huh. Not even a little shrine or memorial plaque or photocopy of her obituary displayed on the counter. Tragic. #Honk

Where did Lane get 40 bucks? At the Inn, Lorelai is speaking to Sookie regarding her Fishing Date Regrets.

He sounds dreamy. Tell me more.

And the Mid Season Temporary Love Interests just keep on comin! Now we just have to wait for Lindsay. Oh dear God. I just remembered Max comes back in this season too. And maybe even soon. Help. While Lorelai seems to have terrific chemistry with her new temporary Luke substitute (Alex), Luke's Lorelai substitutes (Rachel, Nicole) have always fallen flat and seemed dreadfully boring to me. That's probably on purpose. We're stuck with her for a while. Whatever.

Hey look everyone. There's the baby. Where have you been, young man? I've hit my 30 screenshot maximum. Stay tuned for part 2. (As always, your comments, feedback, reblogs and tags make my day)