#killer is iffy in this but its nice to finally be able to do something with him with all the analysis ive done

[triglycercule]

murderers are weak to cats?!

guys uploading fics to ao3 is a hassle i'm just gonna dump this here so i dont have to deal with that!! anyways murder time trio go to a cat cafe or something and are as nice as they can ever be or something idk they should just hug already X3

"can you taste it with your eye or something?"

horror looked up from his drink (just plain warmed milk, he couldn't handle much more) he'd been boring holes into. killer looked back at him, his small snark left unanswered. in the quaint quiet of the cat cafe, few sitting in other booths and the sound of mews and meows around, horror almost found himself able to resist slapping killer's stare off his face.

he did resist. but he couldn't keep himself from insulting killer back.

"sure i'd taste it better with my eye better than you could ever taste your drink."

a distant chuckle came from the area designated to playing with the cats. horror scoffed at the sound. dust was listening into them, even as he'd left to go and play with the little cats. horror and killer were left to order drinks and relax. except horror couldn't bring himself to, and killer was just watching him as he pet a cat in his lap.

killer picked up on his tension. annoying observant, as always.

"i don't understand what you're so tense over."

horror scoffed, "being here with you two is enough..."

a smile smile graced killer's face, his rarely visible eye light locked onto the cat in his lap. right, right, killer always had a thing for cats. horror recalled... right? he couldn't remember, but he felt he was right.

"y'know, i'd rather not be here with either of you two as well. but i don't understand your resentment, not with the atmosphere we're in. you're seriously holding a grudge with a bunch of kitties around?"

horror stayed silent. he didn't wanna acknowledge killer's words. regardless of if he made a solid point, it was killer. killer, of all people.

... killer petting a cat in his lap, with a gentle look horror rarely saw from him. with his weird soul almost shaped like a heart, something horror knew was important from what he'd observed in his time travelling with the two.

dust, hanging around the cats' beds and playing with them so peacefully, as if he'd never hurt a single soul in his lifetime. as if he wasn't currently coated with layers of dead monsters, wearing the scarf of his dead brother.

horror closed his eyes, taking in the moment. the milk smelled... nice, at least. were some cats all it took to pacify the murderers he'd been hopping universes with?

... seems so. was horror just not a cat person? maybe that's why he couldn't relax.

for a few more moments, horror sat there, listening to the sounds of cats and smelling the faint sweetness of the milk. until he felt a push against his side, and horror opened his eyes to find the cat killer had been petting trying to cuddle up to him.

he almost groaned, but it was a cat. it hadn't done anything to deserve his perpetual frustration. so horror let it curl up against him, his hand finding its way to the cat's fuzzy belly and petting. horror thought cats we're supposed to be meaner than this, but oh well.

agh, killer was staring at him again, wasn't he? he was. with another smile on his face, bigger this time.

"what's your issue?"

"nothing," killer tilted his head, "it's just that you, all of a sudden, seem softer. i didn't think there was anything that could calm your temper."

horror narrowed his sockets. "so?"

"... it's a good look on you."

an audible sound of incredulous confusion left horror.

"heh?? excuse me?"

"what? did i say anything wrong? i thought compliments were meant to be nice."

"you don't mean any of your compliments."

killer rolled his eye light, his smile growing at that.

"you're right. but just this once, humor me."

... fine. since it was so nice right now, and this cat was really cuddly and soft, maybe he would. horror looked away from killer back down to the cat and the milk. maybe he would take a small sip now.

drinking the milk, the milk, despite being warm, cooled the remnants of anger in horror. it was rewarding to be able to drink properly now, with all the recovery he'd made. horror placed the cup down, and went back to petting the cat with satisfaction in his bones.

killer hummed at the sight, saying nothing else. dust came up to the booth with three cats clinging onto his clothes, a gentle grin on his face. killer silently took one from him as dust sat next to him, and the trio enjoyed a rare moment of peace.

[pinkkop]

This weekly recap is brought to you by time traveling GLs because Reverse with Me went directly into the top spot of my recap 'cause the first ep. was just that good!

QL Recap for Week 6

The 3rd of February to the 9th of February

🇹🇭 Reverse with Me

Episode 1 of 8 || Watching on: iQiYi, Wednesday

This was such a good first episode!! I don't know what this show is doing different but it was able to keep my interest much more than the other shows currently airing. Admittedly we're only on episode 1 but the episode was a very promising start so fingers crossed that it keeps being good. I started watching this show specifically because it's the follow up to the GL Reverse 4 You which had a similarly interesting concept and was well executed even if the landing was little wobbily, which honestly happens more often than not for QLs.

🇹🇭 The Boy Next World

Episode 6 of 10 || Watching on: iQiYi, Sunday

I'm really glad that Phu is sure of what he wants and doesn't just follow Cir blindly. It makes for a good dynamic when Cir gets a little bit too overbearing and protective. This episode proved for the thousandth time that if there's one thing MeMindY knows how to do to perfection, it is NC scenes and sexual dynamics between characters.

🇹🇭 The Heart Killers

Episode 11 of 12 || Watching on: Youtube, Wednesday

I adore Fadel and his relationship with Style and I would like to send a fruit basket to whoever had Style straddle Fadel and to whoever decided to include the paint ball(?) scene from 10 Things I Hate about you. Honestly watching this show has just been me falling in love with Fadel as a character and Joong as an actor.

🇹🇭 ThamePo Heart That Skips a Beat

Episode 9 of 13 || Watching on: Youtube, Friday

I almost got frustrated by them going in circles around each other for forever but then they suddenly went from 0 to 100 from one scene to the next which was a little odd. Some of this show is still working for me but I'm not quite as invested in their story as I was at the beginning. I'm still overall enjoying it though.

🇯🇵 Futtara Doshaburi

Episode 5 of 7 || Watching on: Gagaoolala, Friday

I find it interesting that they can be honest with each other but not with their partners. It makes sense though because it seems like there's just so much baggage and things unsaid between the two couples and there's none of that between our leads. Their first time having sex felt incredibly one-side and I can't figure out how Rei is feeling about this and Hagiwara so I hope the show makes this more clear in the final episodes. I find this show interesting but I can't quite figure out what the show wants to say about sex or whether I like what it's trying to say or not. It seems to want to say something about how there's nothing wrong with wanting sex but since the partners are an ace person and a probably lesbian woman it feels a little iffy that they're cast as the bad guys in this.

🇹🇭 Perfect 10 Liners

Episode 16 of 24 || Watching on: Youtube, Sunday

Gun and Yotha are cute af and I love all the friends but I'm ready for the next pairing now. Especially in the this last episode Fai drew most of my attention so I can't wait for him to get all the love and attention he deserves.

🇹🇭 Sangmin Dinneaw

Episode 7 of 8 || Watching on: iQiYi, Sunday

This show keeps being absolutely wild and unpredictable, but I like it?? Not a fan of how Sangmin both have lost his memories and gotten his IQ lowered by the operation, like what? Why is he acting different outside of having lost his memories? The only reason I can think off for this is that Sangmin is acting it up for some self-sacrificing reason but I don't know if I'd enjoy that as plot point either.

🇨🇳 I'll Turn Back This Time

Episode 5 of 6 || Watching on: Gagaoolala, Saturday

This show's production quality is great and it sticks nicely to its genre of high drama in a very soapy way. But I can't ignore that this story is coming out of mainland China so when the plot is saying that as long as these two characters love each other, one is bound to die, it has a lot more weight than if this was a Thai show. It feels a little too close to "bury your gays" even if we get a happy ending, which I'm not a fan of.

That's it for this week!!

For links and airing schedule check out World of BL (Only for BLs)

[jungnoir]

funny habits;

⇢ summary:  "You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits."  ⇢ this wasn’t what you were expecting to find out over an exchange of homemade cookies. for this request from this prompt list.

⇢ relationship: chae hyungwon/reader.

⇢ genre: cat hybrid!au, supernatural, fluff.

⇢ words: 3.9k

⇢ warnings: prehensile tails. cat hybrids.

a/n: I really wanted to try my hand at a hybrid au at least once in my life, and this prompt screamed something cute so~ originally this was a drabble request but then i almost hit like 4k so!!!

You really liked living in the apartment at the end of the hall. Ever since you’d moved to the not-so-shabby complex in the middle of your college career, you had found it funny that not once had anyone occupied the only apartment next to yours. You had been living in that very building since you were nineteen years old, and here you were now at the ripe age of twenty-three, still enjoying that almost impossible luxury. Your rent wasn’t terrible, your neighbors across the hall were quiet, and you could be as loud as you wanted without fearing the tenant next door would hear. It came in handy some nights, when you lost yourself in a marathon of nostalgic music or “ooh��’d and “aw”’d watching Your Name for the hundredth time. You never got noise complaints from anyone else on the floor anyway.

Of course, all of this had to change sooner or later, and it seemed it would be the former when you awoke to something thudding against the wall adjacent to your bed, the thudding continuing long until you’d been roused out of your fitful sleep and into a grouchy mood. At first, you had wondered if the sound was misplaced and instead coming from the hallway, but there was no denying that there was someone in the room on the other side of your wall, and your grouchiness melted into a dramatic panic. Someone couldn’t possibly be moving in, could they?

Pulling on the nearest sweater and pair of pokemon slippers by your bed, you were furiously raking a brush through your hair to make yourself look at least a little less like you’d just woken up before you were out your front door. Your fingers twiddling, you took in the scene to the left of your door, and it seemed all your worst nightmares had somehow decided to come true. There were boxes upon boxes littering the hallway, and you watched as uniformed men took each box and more pieces of miscellaneous furniture through the door to the apartment next door, blissfully unaware of your heart dropping into your stomach when you realized you definitely weren’t still dreaming, and this stuff was definitely still happening.

Before you could even fathom a coherent thought, something tall and lithe began slinking its way toward you, only becoming noticed by you when you heard someone clear their throat.

Oh. Huh. Was it bad you weren’t nearly as opposed to the events happening loudly behind you anymore?

There stood a man, definitely not a mover by the looks of it, with eyes droopy that stared at you with curiosity. His tall stature easily towered over you, but you noticed he was still hunched, and you could only imagine how he might look if you stood him up against a board of wood or something. Aside from his height, he had wispy auburn hair that curled around his head just right, stopping halfway at his ears and adorably looking like it needed a cut, but not so much in an unattractive way like it might’ve looked like on someone else. His whole aura was exuding an alluring appeal, and that wasn’t even including the fact that in the face... he was drop dead gorgeous.

“Ah, morning,” the man started in a groggy voice, sounding very much like he had just woken up, even dressed and styled to the nines in a draping black trench coat that just barely revealed a black sweater and skinny jeans underneath, “I was hoping we wouldn’t have to introduce ourselves until a little later, but I guess they woke you up.” 

Nodding slowly, the man smiles sheepishly, and you swear your breath is stolen for a cliche moment. “I heard no one’s lived next door to you for the last few years. I hope you weren’t too fond of that fact before.” 

The stubborn girl in you wanted to say yes, I was very fond of that fact thank you, you sleep killer, but you also felt that’d be a pretty horrible way to start off your reluctant neighboring, so you decided instead to shrug and give a half-hearted laugh, “Not at all.” You lied between your teeth.

“I promise I won’t be a bother. I mainly sleep all day, and when I do sleep, I sleep like a rock. I’m sure you could be as loud as you want and I wouldn't hear a thing.” He swears, and part of heartbroken you nearly rejoices at the thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a neighbor, or at least this kind of neighbor. 

“I swear I’m not usually loud anyway,” you lie once more, “definitely not a night owl.” “I’m not very good friends with birds anyway.” He answers back quickly, and then pauses as if he’s said something so utterly stupid in his own mind that he can’t believe it. You laugh anyway, though a little confused rather than amused. 

“Too loud? Chirpy?” You offer, watching him shuffle a bit in place.

He offers back a small smile, thankful you at least found something of a joke in his words, “Just... I prefer those creatures for food purposes only.” 

Before you can share your opinion, a mover walks up behind the stranger and asks for him to point out where he’d like his couch to be placed, and he’s quickly turning to you with a remorseful look, “Sorry, I have to go. It was nice meeting you...” He holds out, letting the mover guide him back to his front door.

“(Y/N)! And you?” You call, catching a glimpse of his hair shuffling a bit on the top of his head. 

You think it’s a brush of air from inside his apartment, or maybe just your eyes playing with you, but your attention is dragged back to his face when he smiles and calls back, in an equally loud enough voice, “Chae Hyungwon!” 

Moments later, he’s inside his home, and you’re staring after where he once was, a peculiar feeling bubbling in your chest. You’re not sure what intrigues you about the odd handsome man, even when you head back inside to enjoy the rest of your Saturday morning watching cartoons and listening to the voices on the other side of the wall. By the time dinner rolls around, it has settled down and you barely hear a peep from next door, and you think maybe, just maybe, Hyungwon wasn’t kidding about being a quiet person.

You’re in the middle of chopping celery at the stove, a pot of boiling stew’s scent making your stomach growl in want. You're moments from dropping the chopped green veggies into the soup when the news alert comes on TV, the bright and lovely weather woman greeting you and the rest of Seoul with her usually cheery demeanor. Her voice filters like honey through the speakers of your TV, and you listen passively as you begin to stir your dinner. 

“...The city enjoyed nice and quite hot weather today with a high of 35C. For all of you who stayed indoors today, it might not have looked it, but it was quite the scorcher...”

Your stirring gradually slows until your hand comes to a full stop mid air, hand hovering with your ladle surrounded in a pool of tasty smelling beef and potato stew. Looking over your shoulder and toward the TV in the living room, you find that, truly, there were the numbers “35” in large, bold print on the side of the screen right next to the weather woman.

The only thing running through your mind is why your new next door neighbor was wearing a thick, black trench coat in the middle of scorching hot weather like it was any other winter day.

The second time you see Hyungwon, it’s been three weeks since he moved in.

You find it odd that not once had you been able to see your new neighbor, no matter how often you stayed in on the weekends or how early you left for work on the weekdays. You never caught glances, just heard the door next to you opening and closing, and even with the all the speed you possessed in your body, you were never fast enough to even glimpse the sleepy looking neighbor. The most you’d caught was the tail end of his trench coat, something you were still itching to ask about to this day.

It was only one particularly hot Saturday that you had finally worked up the courage to face your neighbor head on, your curiosity having bested you into making an absurd amount of cookies - all for the purpose of having a good reason to ring his doorbell.

So here you were, standing with your best piece (read: only piece) of china stuffed full with as many chocolate chip goodies as possible, saran-wrapped and picture perfect in front of your neighbor’s door. 

You’re quietly rehearsing exactly what you want to say to him besides “I made some cookies! partly because I’m worried you don’t leave your house often enough to get food and also because I’m a nice neighbor!” when a cold breeze brushes your exposed ankles, and when you look from the cookies and up to the door before you, you see it’s cracked a smidgen, allowing a lone brown eye to peek out at you from the darkness of the apartment. You blink, holding the plate that much tighter, and try to swallow the lump in your throat when the eye doesn’t leave your form for a second. 

“Can I help you?” Hyungwon’s gravelly voice asks you from the dark, and you start to wonder if maybe you’ve roused him from sleep. He had said that’s usually what he does all day anyway. 

Instead of feeling bad, you hold the cookies out and put on your best smile, “I accidentally made too many cookies and thought you might like some. Can I come in?”

You can hear Hyungwon suck in a breath, like he’s seriously debating whether or not to let you come inside, and your suspicions start to gather and pile. You had already been feeling a bit iffy about a neighbor that supposedly slept all day everyday, and his elusive tendencies had begun to make your assumptions grow and grow, and now he couldn’t even simply say “now’s not a good time”?

You’re about to ask him what’s wrong when he abruptly pulls the door open, revealing himself dressed in a pair of baggy black sweats and a cream sweater, one shoulder of it hanging off and exposing his sharp collarbone underneath. His hair is a mess, obviously bedhead, and his expression is nothing if not sleep-angry, but he still steps back and allows you space to move into his nearly pitch black apartment, and you move forward before your mind can tell you to simply leave the cookies and your curiosity at his front door.

When you’re a good few steps inside, the door closes, and you’re encased completely in darkness. 

“Uh, H-Hyungwon?” You ask into the darkness, cursing the fact that you could barely see a foot in front of you. Your grip on the plate tightens all the more. 

“Mm.” He hums from somewhere to the right of you, a good enough distance away not to make you panic, but you still couldn’t keep track of his whereabouts for your life. In your apartment, every step you took made a definite sound. If a burglar broke in through the kitchen, you’d know before they even passed the fridge. Yet, here, Hyungwon’s steps were miniscule, almost nonexistent, almost cat-like.

“I can’t really see... can you turn on a light or... open a curtain? I mean, it’s noon.” You laugh nervously. Your palms begin to sweat and you’re sure even those with 20/20 vision couldn’t navigate their way around a place this dark and not bump into something at least once. 

 A sigh fills the room, a little closer than you expect, and then the room floods with lamp light. 

For... whatever reason, your eyes are focused on a spot where something long, skinny, and furry wags its way behind Hyungwon’s back, the boy poised over a lamp a few steps away from where you stood in front of his couch. You let out a sudden yelp at the sight and the cookies go flying, your hands losing grip of the plate from your sweaty hold.

It happens at the speed of light, far too quick for you to comprehend even with Hyungwon being so close by. One second your cookies are falling to the floor and you’re falling backwards, and the next, you and the cookies are stopped mid-air.

Hyungwon’s appeared before you with a soft huff of effort, arm wrapped securely around your back and holding you as close to his front as possible in fear you might fall and hit your head on the wood floor below. His eyes are wide with surprise and fear, and in the moment, you swear your mind is playing tricks on you because Hyungwon’s pupils look way different than they had the day you’d first met him and even when he had opened the door to let you in. What once were warm, brown, human eyes were now bright green (almost glowing?), and his pupils were practically slits as they focused in on your surprised expression. The longer you looked into those green eyes, the pupils evened out once more, and the green irises darkened until they were the brown you remembered. On top of his head, between the mess of strands, you swore you could see two very small, cat-shaped ears poking out from underneath, twitching this way and that as you caught your breath.

If that didn’t freak you out, the fucking tail balancing your plate of cookies behind Hyungwon’s back sure did.

With another squeal, you push yourself away from Hyungwon, his arm retracting without a fuss, even if the panicked expression he wore spoke volumes. You took the quickest strides you could to get to the front door, shooting Hyungwon (and that tail!) one more terrified look before slipping out of the apartment and slamming the door behind you. 

For the rest of the day, you could feel the ghost of Hyungwon’s arm around your hips, mind unable to shake the look of those feline eyes no matter what you did.

The next time you see Hyungwon, you’ve accepted that maybe, somehow, you had hallucinated the tail.

He’s ditched his trench coat when you catch him uncharacteristically before he can disappear from sight one day. He still dresses loosely, with baggy sweats like the ones he wore that day, but he’s traded in his sweater for a white tee, and he looks pretty normal from where you’re standing, keys clutched in hand, coming home from work a little late.

He stands in his doorway as if he’s waiting for you, eyes finding yours the moment you’ve exposed yourself down the hall. He doesn’t move from his spot leaning against his doorframe, just watches you with a lazy look as you tentatively make your way toward him. The window at the end of the hall lets in the orange, fading light of the sun, and it makes the tawny hair on his head look red as you approach. It looks so soft, so... familiar. 

Images of the tail flash through your mind again, and you shake your head to rid yourself of them. 

When you’re within reaching distance, eyes locked with his for the majority of your journey to your door, he smiles minutely and speaks, “Coming home awfully late.”

“You know when I come home?” You don’t hide the suspicion in your voice when you ask, much too concerned with trying to locate that certain odd appendage of his, if it was around anywhere.

Hyungwon shrugs, “I have good hearing when I’m awake. I just so happen to hear you rustling around next door at five everyday, so I’ve come to memorize your schedule.” 

“Is that how you manage to avoid me?” “Partly.” He doesn’t even try to lie, lips pursed with a look that tells you he’s only a little sorry, and that little bit isn’t enough to be satisfied with. 

“If it makes you feel better,” he says, “I avoid everyone in the complex. Comes with being a hybrid.”

His admission halts any of your doubt and leaves you staring wide-eyed at him, mind somewhere between “oh shit” and “I told you so”. Hyungwon seems to notice too, because he politely smiles just as something moves behind him, something under his shirt lifting the fabric even as his arms lay still at his sides. The familiar auburn colored tail sneaks its way out from behind his back and bends as if waving at you in its own way, and his ears follow suit from underneath his hair, curling in your direction. The fact that you’re seeing both again, clear as day, makes you instinctively reach out to touch, and surprisingly his tail meets you halfway, brushing just along your palm before retracting. 

The fur around it reminds you of the cat you’d had back in high school, only much softer than her fur had been. When you look back at Hyungwon, his smile is still there, but it’s more timid than before. Almost... worried. “You’re a... cat hybrid. I didn’t know such thin- people existed.” 

Hyungwon raises an eyebrow at you, “We’re usually pretty good at keeping it a secret. Unless we’re startled out of our concentration to conceal our hybrid sides. What you see everyday... if I concentrate hard enough on it, I can look like a human, like I would if the other side of me didn’t exist.” He says, and as he speaks, his eyes casually shift from brown to green, green to brown, the pupils changing shape and size with every other word, hypnotizing you with the beauty of it. “But unlike other hybrids, I’ve never been quite good at hiding the bigger things, like my tail. Which is why-”

“-the trench coats,” you finish, “...I don’t know what to say Hyungwon... if you guys keep it a secret, why did you let me into your house that day?” 

At this, Hyungwon laughs a bit, shyly looking away from you, “Ah... to be honest, I wasn’t going to let you in... but I’m a sucker for sweets.”

You’ve got to be kidding me, you think to yourself, he’s adorable.

“I’m not gonna lie, if all it takes to diffuse your resolve is sweets, I’m going to be very concerned for you from now on.” You tell him, biting your lip to hide your blooming smile. You fail, royally. 

The cat hybrid hums and his bare foot brushes against the floor back and forth, eyes flickering up to meet yours, the brown fading some as he looked at you, “You’re gonna worry for me? I hope that means you like me, then.”

You quickly turn to hide your face in the crook of your elbow, feigning rubbing your nose as you blame the heat outside for making your cheeks so warm because no, of course not, he’s not making you blush. There’s... there’s no way, right?

A simple touch of your hand to your burning cheek silences your thoughts very quickly.

“I don’t dislike you. I can promise you that.” You say once you’ve regained some composure.

The boy looks at you from underneath his lashes for a few moments before pushing himself off the doorframe (and you try to ignore the attraction you feel when his tall form looms over you, swaying side to side like a sleepy cat. Heh, things made sense now), “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t tried to rip my tail from my body or ran away screaming again yet. That’s usually the general reaction in my case.”

You can see in his eyes, though he tries to hide the gaze with hooded eyelids, that not only had those things happened before, but they hadn’t been painless experiences either. You wonder if maybe the reason he pulled his tail from your grasp so quickly was in fear of the former thing. If so, your heart aches to think about it.

Instead, you close your hands behind your back and sigh, “I don’t think it has hit me yet. Maybe because I’ve had a nine hour work day and missed lunch just to make it home now and not later.”

Hyunwon’s eyebrows knit together in quiet concern, “Uh, fuck, you should go eat. I’m sorry for keeping you.”

“S’alright. I’m actually glad I got to talk to you. My curiosity was killing me-” Your stomach growls mid-sentence and you look down in embarrassment, hand reaching to your stomach as if it would quiet it down somehow. Hyungwon looks you over before gently raising a hand and guiding you toward your apartment door. His push isn’t the only thing; your stomach is calling for sustenance, preferably a frozen pizza in the oven and a bag of potato chips to hold you over while you waited. Your stomach grumbles again at the thought.

“See you, (Y/N).” Hyungwon tells your tired form, your hands already taking out your keys to unlock your apartment door based off muscle memory.

You wave a sluggish hand to him and slip inside, the need for food seeming a priority above all else in the end.

That night, when you’re laying full and in bed, your mind is playing different fantasies over for you, tempting you with what exactly you’ll dream about next. A tail appears in your memory. Your eyes shoot open the same time you utter into the quiet night, “Holy shit.”

Your doorbell rings bright and early the next day, waking you rudely from your well enjoyed weekend sleep-in. Your body is tangled in sheets that provide you little warmth, but you cling to them desperately as the coolness of your apartment settles into your sleepy bones. All you want to do is rest a little longer, but knowing full well a little longer would turn into hours longer, and whoever or whatever was at your door this early would surely be here this early because it was important... right?

Ugh. Screw adulthood and having to get the door.

Tiredly, you drag yourself from bed to slip on your Gengar slippers, rubbing at the sand in your eyes to make your vision at least a little better. You follow the familiar path out of your room and down the hall, taking the turns around your furniture with half closed eyes, expertly avoiding knocking your shin into your coffee table (it had happened many a time before. never got less painful) as you pass it. 

You peek an eye out through the peephole, finding no one standing outside or anywhere near your door. You sleepily try to think of what you’d ordered off Amazon within the last week or so, but nothing comes to your memory. You hope to God something is there at least, because if some kid in your building was playing ding dong ditch at eight in the morning, you were going to have some serious problems. 

You lazily unlock the front door and peer outside, only to blank at what lays on the floor before you. It takes you a few moments to recognize the pearly gleam of the plate, washed to perfection with a small white paper folded on top of it. Suddenly very awake, you crouch and scoop up your china, picking the paper up and flipping it open to read the dark chicken scrawl inside.

- the cookies were great. call me next time you make another batch :)

And scribbled underneath Hyungwon’s note is his number, the realization igniting that familiar curiosity related to the cat hybrid boy all over again.

[survivormuxloe]

Episode 16: “I’m a petty bitch betta know that” - Scott

FUCK YOU RHYS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA I SURVIVED GOAT ASS BITCH IM COMIN FOR THAT FIC WIN SO I CAN TAKE UR GOATY ASS TO THE END AND WIN I FUCKING DESERVE IT THAT WAS THE MOST STRESSFUL THING OF MY FUCKING LIFE HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTT AS ANNA WOULD SAY IM HARDDDDD

Oh boy mo lost firemaking. Oh well. I tried. Not sure there is much hope in me winning, but guess I have to try. Ima be preparing a bomb ass speach, and a decent rites of passage. Not looking hopefully but like fingers crossed.

Also I think I’d make end either way now. Scott wants me in the end probably. Ryan wants me in the end probably. So if so. I get 2nd at the least. But I’m probably winning immunity anyway so ;).

ok its the day after.. n i finished my rop.. hopefully the jury likes it. LOL LIKE I WASNT GUNNA JUST KISS THEIR ARSES FUCK THAT im gunna be honest ab my feelings...

also like. kinda feel bad ab my confessionals last nite ab rhys.. i was a bit. excited. but. its tea. LAMFJBFHBFG

Final immunity is a little stressful. Like it’s the last one to win, if I win this that’s 5 individual wins. Just something more to put on my speech cause I’m gonna need it.

I’m feeling confident I can manage to pull out this win so like yeah I’m gonna have to work and try to win each part of this.

im actually gunna lose this fic which is super annoying bc it means i get 3rd LOL! aLMNFBFG

like memory lane i can win if im not dumb which i am so. winterbells i'll 100% lose like i lost to anna lol. endurance i'll 100% lose bc i'm such a forgetful slut i only lasted 40 mins in canadienne.... slide puzzles are legit my worst nightmare and then the mystery task i looked up from last ssn and it took them 11 mins so if i take more than that i lose... yay!

wow i can't wait to get 3rd place;;;; i feel like scott has gotten into rhys' ear and now i'm not the prime choice to be brought to final 2 grrr. at least thats what it seems like idk. ugh rhys doesnt deserve to make final 2 and it will make for a boring ftc zzzzzz who knows maybe scott or i can pull out an upset. i lowkey think scott would vote me out tho which is ugly and i would 100% be bitter at him idgaf KLFADHSKF

earlier i wasn't really sure what rhys and scott were thinking in regard to who they'll bring to f2, but since then i've talked w both more and i feel like 80% confident both will take me to final 2 so that's cute 8~] i don't think i'm doing well in the final immunity so far so i'm honestly banking on that lol.... as much as I think I'd have better chances against Rhys as the end, I am rooting for Scott to win it and bring me bc that is the ending this season deserves imho. i don't think there'd be a clear cut winner going into it and the ftc would be contentious as fuck... i hope at least lol. Scott def played a really dominant strategic game but def has some iffy relationships with jurors. I played a really purposefully utr game for most of the time but i think it's respectable, although there are some point against me like sitting out of so many challenges, that tie vote with jones voting early being the reason i was saved... but i think i can make a good case despite those faults and i'm honestly excited to show a new me at the live tribal. like i've been nervous as hell every time we had to go to tribal bc calling makes me anxious af, and that was def a contributing factor to me sitting out of the spelling challenge and even the card stacking one. so I'm planning on forming my case around that anxiety, and hopefully the contrast between my ftc performance compared to every live one before that will bank me the jury's respect. kind of like Kristie from AU survivor where she stunned the jury bc all game she had appeared so timid and dumb at tribals. hoping i can channel that energy and pull out the win hehe

so we got 5 and a half ish hours until deadline. uhm. i'm honestly really happy with my scores? like. i feel as if i have a big chance of winning this and that would be SOOOOO fucking good like both of them can smd honestly if they think im giving this chance up and getting 3rd or getting 2nd to ryan... like i love him but hes beyond dumb if he thinks im taking him to the end i cant throw a victory like that lol.

i dont wanna get 2 confident tho bc knowing my ass i'll be crushed if i lose this fic lol like at least if i dont i know ryan wins so it isnt that bad but it should be me!!! im a selfish cunt i need this jsjsjs

i say this after doing endurance for 5 and a half hrs so my brain is a little floopy rn :) forgive me :) aLFMNHFG

uhm ya. rhys can suck my ass as well with his OH IDK WHO I'D PICK!!! like bitch if u pick ryan enjoy a rerun of canadienne only this time ur losing unanimously lol

Honestly im done with Scott. Like stop being rude okay. Like I GET IT. YOU DONT WANT TO BE 3rd!. I GET IT. Like quit it with the "I dont want to wait to be cut", cause honestly, I dont know who im taking, OR IF IVE EVEN WON YET. so like stop it. Like ive been told im gonna loose, stop attacking me, because i essentially chooses who wins.

I think my immunity went good. I did good in all the parts I think.

ok.... time to guilt scott into bringing me to the end lmfao

Dammit I was so close to winning, but in the end from what I’ve heard I’d be the best choice for Scott to take to the end. So fingers crossed. Scott will take me there cause I really want to make the end. Even if I loose. I’m proud of my game and I just want to get as far as I can.

BIG FUN! CUS TONIGHTS THE NIGHT. bitchhh i get to pick who i want in f2 with me!!!

THIS IS SO EXCITING BC I LEGIT HAVE NEVER WON A FIC OR A F3 CHALLENGE BEFORE AND I FUCKING DID THAT!!! I SWERVED THAT VICTORY AND ITS SO FUCKING SATISFYING HOLY FUCKK

NOW IM GUNNA MAKE RHYS SUFFER EVEN THO IK IM PROB PICKING HIM BC HE WAS AN ASSHOLE LAST WEEK :)) IM A PETTY BITCH BETTA KNOW THAT

LIKE RYAN UNDERSTANDS IF I VOTE HIM N HE 100% VOTES ME TO WIN AND I DONT PLAN ON FLOPPING FTC SO :) BYE! UR WINNER IS HERE!

i feel like scott is gonna vote me out and i’m a bit gagged sbdbjsjsjs i really didn’t expect him to slit my throat like dis but. ig he wants to win badly and rhys most likely secures him an easy win so i cant blame him. still sucks though :C i thot we were solid dndjjdjs and ugh i dont wanna join that angry ass jury

ok so i'm still not giving up on tryna convince scott lol. honestly like i've made it this far in the game, no way i'm gonna accept defeat so easily. i don't actually know if it's better for scott to sit next to rhys than me, it probably is but seriously my game isn't amazing and i very well could see scott beating me. i think he's really overestimating how much the jury "hates" him like idk they aren't that petty, if anyone is it might just be michael. but scott really has dominated this game and everyone is aware of it, he should beat either of us.

So, this could be my last confession.

Scott, I don’t know where he was thinking. I thought it was general concensous that I was the one to loose. Yet here I am Scott is still unsure about who to take and it’s an hour 40 untill tribal.

So like this could speak well about my game if Scott worries he can’t beat me. It could also just be him wanting to take his best friend to the end. So yeah. I’m like 50/50 when I thought I should’ve been 99/1 about staying.

I can’t believe I’m here. I have a half chance at winning. That’s if we’re even which were probably not.

This is probably an uphill battle for me, so I have to go hard or I’m going home empty handed. I haven’t lasted this long just to come second. I do think I’ve played a winning game. I think I can make a killer final tribal preformance just to solidify my case. Hopefully this will be the third winner of celestial.

So final tribal happened.

Funny how has mo won that tiebreaker I would’ve lost unanimously. So thanks scott for winning that, and the FIC.

I think this could go either way tbh. However if I win it’s because of Scott’s bad jury management which isn’t the way I wanted to win. I would’ve preferred people to see my game more and respect that but because my moves weren’t big or flashy I have been put down to doing nothing.

it's 2 and a half hours until we find out the winner. am i nervous? absolutely.

do i feel as though i deserve to win? absolutely.

it just keeps ringing in my mind what ryan said in his speech that the jury seemed to root for rhys and be bitter against me. i feel as though my speeches and answers were much better than his and i was able to explain my game so much more clearer so i'm hoping that they reconsider and see that i controlled the game.

if i lose i'll be gracious and nice to rhys because at the end of the day it was my own fault that my jury management was bad but it'll definitely sting because i don't really see that he did much tbh alkfjhfg. i love him but it's tea. especially when he's said that i probably deserve it more. ):

i'm really just hoping for the best at this point! anything can happen and hopefully it'll be in my favour hehe. it's been an incredibly fun season and i wouldn't change it for anything else.

this has been mr scooty toots with his finale confessional, and hopefully mr scooty toots will join the winner and the hall of fame. hehe. will lowkey be awkward if i lose tho!! LOL but oh well alkdjfg

Scott wins in a 8-1 vote!