#so like? one sided frenemies? and on fresh's side its just friends

[toffeebrew]

DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!!! i think i have some unpopular opinions in there so-also i don't hate any ships (aside from the ones listed) at worst i feel neutral about them!!

another big disclaimer: I do realize this could be very wrong haha i don't know everything about these aus and I don't claim my opinions to be correct or in anyway canon.

i would love to explain the reasoning for all of them heheh (also ngl only know like... maybe half of these aus more than surface level so most of this was based off vibes alone. im not doing research for all the aus just for this chart im sorry LMAOO)

sorry bad sanses enjoyers 😭

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(remember to credit or ill skin you! joking but do credit)

[space-mermaid-writing]

The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 22

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter’s Note: Funny enough, I started writing this chapter way before Multiverse of Madness came out. There are some magic parallels of specific spells. Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 22: Questionable Magic

Suddenly the door is kicked open from the inside and your sister appears in the doorway. She walks bent over, and even under the smoke coming out through the doorway, you see tattoos glowing on her neck. She pulls your brother behind her.

Finally Loki releases you and you hurry to meet her. The Asgardian stays by your side, even slightly faster, and together you lie Gabriel on the grass at a safe distance from the fire. As soon as Elizabeth steps out, she takes a deep breath of fresh air. Her tattoos stop glowing as her body takes in oxygen again.

Gabriel's clothes are torn and burned from the flames and his skin is flaming red. He has several cuts on his body that seem too clean to you to be from the fire. Your gaze falls to his forehead and you take a startled breath. There is a symbol burned in there as if it was made by a hot iron. A cross with two bars.

Witch hunters.

"He's not breathing," your sister whines, who has already knelt beside him to examine him. It pulls you back to the present and reminds you to start working. You hear the sounds from the street getting louder, shifting. And out of the corner of your eye you notice movement, probably the fire department.

"Loki," you address your lover without taking the eyes off your brother. The panic inside you hasn't gone away, but you have hope. There is something you can do. "You have to get the people off our backs. Make sure they don't bother us."

The Asgardian merely nods and disappears from your side. You don't see what he's doing, but you trust him to take care of it.

If one of the paramedics takes care of Gabriel, he would definitely die. As great as modern medicine wants to be, it has its limits. And the doctors would not allow you to help, even if you have the more promising methods. They just don't understand it when you go other ways than theirs.

Besides, Gabriel would be taken to a hospital and put on record there. If the witch hunters wanted to verify later if he was really dead, they would find out for sure and come back for him. It's just too dangerous.

From your bag you pull out a jar of paste that you use to cream all the wounds you see, all the burns and cuts. You open Gabriel's shirt, see the crusted blood on his chest. Your breath catches at the sight, but you force yourself to focus.

"Mama didn’t answer my call," your sister tells you between her mumbled words. She has her hands outstretched over the unconscious body, tending to the internal injuries.

"Of course she didn't," you snort, "She doesn't interfere with things like this. Even when it involves the lives of her own children."

You set the jar aside and cast a spell. The wounds under the cream light up and stop bleeding. The smaller ones are already regenerating, the larger ones would take more time to heal, as would the burns. Time you don't have.

"The lungs are clear," your sister informs you.

Loki reappears at your side. "We'll be undetected for a while." He watches you do what you do, but doesn't dare participate in your work. Different types of magic can interfere in a negative way and your spells would be useless.

You try to find out how bad the damage to his head is, if his brain was damaged under the branding.

"His pulse is weak," your sister says, jaw clenched. "We're losing him."

You shake your head. This can't be happening. "We need more time to stabilize him."

You give your sister a pleading look, and she nods. "You have one minute. Make it work."

As you frantically rummage in your bag for something that can help you, Elizabeth closes her eyes, gathers all her concentration, and mutters a spell. A tattoo on her arm moves down to her hand, becoming a dense black area at her fingertips. The same thing happens on her other side. She clenches her hands into fists and extends each of her index and middle fingers so that they cross in front of her. Then, abruptly, a ring spreads from her, a glowing golden hoop that floats in the air around your small group.

Suddenly, everything around you freezes. No sound can be heard anymore, your ears seem to be packed in cotton. Loki turns his head and notices in awe that time seems to have stopped around you.

You come across a vial that you have almost forgotten about. It is a potion you brewed from the scale Gabriel gave you on the day of the Lunar Convergence. Its effect is uncertain. Mermaid magic is as changeable as the sea itself and actually much better suited for curses. But life can be a curse sometimes. With this, you may have a chance.

"Loki, I need your help: make sure they don't get their hands on us."

The Asgardian is watching the fire in the house. The flames are making very slow movements, and upon closer inspection, even the firefighter who was about to step around the corner a moment ago has not completely frozen. Time is just drawn out like a viscous glue trying to hold it in. At your words, he turns his attention back to you and frowns.

"What do you mean?" he asks, but you don't take the time to answer him.

You uncork the vial and let it float in front of you between your fingers. Then you begin reciting a spell in an ancient language. Your eyes turn pitch black and wind comes up. You barely feel it, all of your concentration is on remembering the right syllables. The slightest deviation would be fatal, both for you and for your brother.

Shadows emerge from the ground, taking on elongated shapes, and Loki realizes in horror that they are arms, wrapping themselves around you and your brother, holding you tight. He understands what kind of spell you are casting and silently scolds you for your carelessness in casting it without any protective circle.

He conjures daggers in his hands and attacks the arms. One cut is enough to dissolve the limbs in a 'poof'. Only unfortunately for a new one to immediately grow out of the ground. They are the spirits of the damned that try to capture you. They always appear within a necromantic spell.

Necromancy is a tricky kind of magic - one of the most efficient healing powers; all about life and death, and the eternal circle of it - but also one of the most dangerous if used carelessly. A single mistake can have enormous consequences, such as leaving out a protective circle. Without it, you are much more vulnerable to the damned.

Loki whirls around, but he's not fast enough to keep all the dark arms under control. They are not subject to time, and can move independently. Again and again they reach for you and Gabriel, slowly pulling you into the ground as if it were quicksand.

The liquid in the vial has begun to glow and you move your fingers unperturbed, muttering the incantation as it floats out.

The darker the shadows become, the stronger the vial glows.

"I can't keep time much longer!" your sister yelps. Her expression is strained and she struggles to keep her fingers crossed. A bead of sweat forms on her forehead.

Loki notices that the movements around you are picking up speed, even though everything still seems to be in slow motion.

You let the liquid float in Gabriel's mouth, hoping it will do its job. The dark aura around you remains. You stare at your brother, but nothing happens. He does not move. Instead, you become aware of the arms grasping you. You shift in your seat and lose your footing, immediately sinking deeper. Loki reaches for you. His dagger magically lights up as he frees you.

Your eyes are back to Gabriel. You reach out and grab the shadows that wrap around him, ripping them away with your bare hands before they can sweep him away and bury him.

"Gabriel!" Your voice rough, as if you'd shouted a lot – maybe you have. You weren't paying attention.

In a last, desperate attempt, you gather magic in your hands and slam them down on his chest as if for CPR. A shockwave emanates from you. Loki struggles to stay on his feet, raising an arm protectively in front of his face.

Then it's all over and time returns to normal. Your sister has fallen backward and let go of time. She's getting up and you're both staring at Gabriel. You have dropped to your knees.

All around you, the noise has returned. The fire is crackling, the paramedics and fire fighters are shouting orders to each other, and you hear the sound of a water canon.

Gabriel begins to cough and moans in pain.

Elizabeth breathes an audible sigh of relief as you whisper a prayer. Loki is the one who remains pragmatic. "We should get out of here," he says, looking at a fire fighter coming your way. With the stopping of time and the shockwave, his cloaking spell had disappeared and now you're sitting here as if on display in the garden, probably making a rather strange impression.

"Healer Josiah?" you ask your sister, and she nods wearily.

The spell just now has cost her great strength and you notice you are also reaching your limit. But you absolutely have to get away from here.

You join hands, taking Loki with you, and mutter a spell.

"Hey you!" the fireman shouts with a furrowed brow. "What are y-…" Then you’re gone.

Josiah's healer's house is in Mexico. It's a small farm with a large garden, a place to go for anyone who needs help. However, patients don't usually just suddenly appear in the entry hallway. Someone jumps to the side, startled, as you arrive out of thin air.

"We need a healer!"

The person - a teenage boy - nods and jumps to action to get someone.

Your hands clutch your brother's body. You're exhausted, the spellcasting has taken a lot of your strength, but you don't want to let him go.

Within a short time several people appear, alarmed by the boy and the noise in the entrance hallway. They see your group, see the unconscious Gabriel, the burns, and using a spell to preserve his sensitive skin, they take him away. Loki hands lie on yours to make you let your brother go. You're so wiped out that you didn't even realize you had your fingers clawed into his shirt. You want to get up to follow the healers, but your legs give way under you and you would have fallen if Loki hadn't caught you with his strong arms.

Concerned, another healer steps up to take care of you, but you shake your head.

"I'm fine, just tired. She was in the burning house." You point to your sister, who also looks worn out. She is still sitting on the floorboard where you arrived.

You are overcome with a sense of relief that you are here – at a safe place - and that you are being relieved of your responsibilities. It is now out of your hands. You allow yourself to close your eyes for a moment and lean your head against Loki's chest. Only very briefly.

Someone says something, but you don't listen.

Only when Loki slides his other arm under your knees and you realize you're being carried, you blink up at him questioningly. "We're getting a room," he explains, "You can rest there."

"'m fine," you mumble, but close your eyes again and drift back to sleep.

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Me: writing about necromancy magic and black hands trying to drag them into hell because it's a cool theme Multiverse of Madness: Hey, can I copy your homework? (that scene in the movie was so badass and creepy! loved it)

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[blorbingqls]

GMMTV 2024 Part 1 Stray Thoughts

idk if anyone is interested to know my thoughts but still shouting into the void of Tumblr. There are, of course, some series that I am excited for and some I don't think made the cut for me.

series I hope to watch

WADEE GOODDAY - I AM SO EXCITED BECAUSE OF THE TRAILER, THE ACTORS AND THE PLOT - its boxing, its fwb/bwb, its adult; boxer and a doctor????? who thought??? - also i couldn't differentiate great and thor for a moment in the trailer damn

my golden blood - damn this gives me so much "twilight saga but better" vampire vibes and i am all here for it - JOSS IN HIS SECOND BL SERIES - and WITH GAWIN - yes pro max

on sale - i have always loved taynew as a pairing and now they are doing a series about being ghostbusters, being family and what as the whole plot - I AM HERE FOR THE MADNESS (it ain't a QL but still always love chaos)

we are - so many BL pairings - i want equal screen time for all of them - i want ensemble cast behaviour - yes its university BL but please just want it

pluto - i love a fresh take plot for a GL, and with FILMNAMTAN???? (namtan is my girlcrush pls) - this is gonna be so interesting

series which i am doubtful of (because i don't want them to fuck up)

my love mix-up! - geminifourth in a BL of one of my favourite japanese BLs?! i am...scared. I know they can do it but i don't know. also, the other lead who plays Atom's best friend, very similar to the original actor.

ossan's love thailand - i have not watched the original so i don't know what to expect - however as earthmix is there - there is some hope but i wanna get a pilot trailer for this

high school frenemy - um, great cast, the uniform gives very homeschool vibes but i don't know: will this be platonic boy's love or bromance?

the trainee and ploy's yearbook - they both have great potential - the trainee one could become a good office BL and ploy's yearbook gives a good school vibe but idk how will they play out with the plot- side note, ploy's yearbook gives very "good old days" vibe ig

only boo - it has potential but idk what will happen as its a new pair in a similar BL storyline? idk what will happen

others

series like kidnap, summer night, enigma 2, my precious are sort of out of my radar cause i have no expectations from them. i am okay with the trailers but i don't have many thoughts on them tbh.

final thoughts

i am eagerly waiting for 23.5 and other series of 2023 that have not been released yet. i am also waiting for gmmtv part 2 for my main pairs; is it too cowardly to ask for another GL in the line up even though two are on the spectrum to be made??? i also want more adult story lines - i am tired of university BLs for the moment pls. i am interested for what turns up.

[lady-divine-writes]

Good Omens - “Plot Twist” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Embroiled in the aftermath of two very messy break-ups, Crowley and Aziraphale are preparing to film their first love scene together. But how do you pretend to be in love when your love life is falling apart?

It probably doesn't hurt to be in love with your co-star. (2318 words)

Notes: So I made the chauffeur young Shadwell, but patterned after young Michael McKean, who I was desperately in love with back in the day XD Human au, ineffable wives, mention of past Aziraphale/Gabriel, mostly just fluff

Read on AO3.

“Ooo, I get a limo this time. Fancy, fancy,” Crowley mumbles, not nearly as impressed as she’s pretending to be. She’d much rather drive herself in her own Bentley and in her own sweet arse time. But she needs to keep up appearances. 

There are always two eyes and a camera lens on her at any given moment.

Even though it’s the literal buttcrack of dawn, she’s not alone. There are about thirty asshats, armed with cameras, camped out on her doorstep, climbing over each other to snap a candid of her for the gossip sites. A photo of her emerging from her rented townhouse fresh-faced and ready for another day on set will fetch an easy hundred pounds.

But if she looks like she rolled out of bed, drank a bottle of whiskey for breakfast, then fell down a flight of stairs, landing face-first onto a mountain of cocaine? Those pictures would fetch considerably more.

That’s what she gets for going through a horrendous break-up while having the nerve to be rich and famous.

She thought that when the production moved filming away from London and out to California, the buzz surrounding her personal affairs would die down. On the contrary. It seemed to get worse, in part because the states don’t have the same paparazzi laws the UK does.

She can’t sit down to take a proper shit without seeing a flash pop off.

Despite how she feels about her life at the moment, she went for class over crass. She shies away from hard drugs, and she can't justify looking less than her best, especially in public. 

She refuses to let anyone see her sweat.

“Antonia! Antonia! Over here!” the pariahs beckon, some of them whistling for her attention like she’s a dog. “Antonia! Hey, Crowley!”

Crowley.

That’s the one that gets to her - burrows into the roots of her teeth and makes her head pulsate with rage. It keeps her feet moving when she might have stopped to exchange a polite hello, given out an autograph. And the sick thing is these vultures probably realize that. 

That’s why they keep doing it. 

Who talks to people like that? When did it become acceptable to bellow out someone’s last name as a means of getting their attention? Is it too much to ask for them to shove a ‘Mrs.’ in front of it? Have these glorified stalkers forgotten that, if it weren’t for her and stars like her, the only jobs they could get would be snapping photos of families at Legoland for minimum wage?

Ugh. 

Too much thinking too early in the morning.

She could write an entire essay on how much she loathes pap culture, but today, she can’t be bothered caring.

She’s filming one of the most anticipated scenes of her whole career on one of the worst days of her life. 

That’s the hurdle she needs to focus on.

She slaps on a smile and waves, sliding her glasses down her nose only far enough so they can’t see how red her eyes have gotten from crying.

“Oh, ‘ello, loves! I didn’t see you all here! So nice of you to greet me at 5:30 on this fine winter morning! Oh, careful there. You spilled your coffee. And I think you just kicked that poor lad in the face. You wanna give him a hand up there? He’s bleedin’ all over the pavement.”

Crowley greets her guests this way every morning, killing them with kindness, as subtle an eff you as she can come up with when her brain cells have yet to kick in for the day.

Coffee. She needs coffee. About a gallon-and-a-half of it.

And a shot of bourbon might be nice.

Crowley glides through the crowd, an angelfish among sharks, and comes out unscathed.

A man with brown hair, pale skin, and striking blue eyes, wearing a fitted, black uniform tailored to within an inch of its life, opens the car door for her as she approaches.

"Good morning, Mrs. Crowley."

“Good morning, Mr. Shadwell. It's nice to see you.” Crowley slides into the car, thankful when the chauffeur shuts the door. She sinks into the leather seat and tosses her sunglasses aside. “God!" she moans, burying her face in her hands. "I don't want to do this! I want to stay home, eat ice cream, and drink tremendous amounts of alcohol! I definitely don’t want to be snogging anyone today!”

Aziraphale, who had been waiting patiently with a small box of assorted cookies and wearing a sympathetic smile, frowns. “Wow. Thank you, my dear.”

Crowley's head snaps up, her face splotchy, and red enough to rival her hair in seconds. “Aziraphale! I am so sorry! I didn’t know you were …! That’s not what I meant!" She takes a deep breath in, lets it out slowly. "It's not you, angel. I swear it isn’t. I just don’t feel particularly romantic today.”

“It’s all right. I know what you mean. I feel the same way.”

Crowley squares Aziraphale with a stern look. “Wow. Thank you.”

Aziraphale ducks her eyes, her cheeks turning pink as she offers Crowley a cookie from the box. She wonders if Aziraphale made them herself. She often does bake to pass the time. So much so that she's become quite good at it.

Life hasn’t been treating her too kindly, either.

The cookies are delicate little things, intricately frosted in red, green, and white, decorated as bells and angels and snowflakes in honor of Christmas. 

Because it’s Christmas. 

Crowley is having the worst day of her life a week before Christmas.

Sigh.

There is usually champagne, no matter what vehicle the studio sends to pick them up. She wonders where it’s gone, searching about for it. Crowley and Aziraphale rarely avail themselves to it, preferring to wait till after the shooting day is done to have a nightcap.

But today, it feels like a necessity.

Leave it to the studio to not provide them a bottle of bubbly on the one day Crowley longs to drown in it.

“I didn’t know Shadwell was picking you up first,” Crowley says, starting small talk to ease the tension. Crowley and Aziraphale don’t usually have trouble making small talk.

Today is an exception.

“Well ...” Aziraphale clears embarrassment from her throat “... I was just … you know … a few blocks down the way.”

Crowley sits up further, leans forward with interest. “So you did it. You left him. You left Gabriel.”

“Yes,” Aziraphale replies quietly. “I couldn’t stay. Not after …” She stops and sniffles, turning her head to hide eyes that must be as red as Crowley’s. Crowley doesn’t know.

She only ever notices how incredible they are.

Crowley rests a comforting hand on Aziraphale’s knee. “I know.” 

“Yeah,” Aziraphale says with a slightly bitter laugh. “So does the whole world. In fact, the photogs knew I was leaving before I knew. You should have seen it. I could barely get past them.”

Crowley pulls a box of tissues out of the side panel and offers her co-star one. “They’re bottom feeders. The lot of them. Try to ignore them.”

“Easier said than done.”

“I know,” Crowley repeats, feeling exceptionally useless. She’s in the exact same boat, but her heart hurts more for Aziraphale.

Aziraphale doesn’t deserve what she's going through. She doesn’t deserve such a public break-up.

She doesn’t deserve having her name drug all over social media by an emotionally manipulative bastard who thinks he's God's gift.

Crowley gazes out the window at the sky above. The forecast said it would be clear and sunny today, but it’s cloudy and grey. It matches Crowley's mood. Everything is cloudy and grey.

Well, maybe not everything.

The cookie she's eating isn’t. It’s sweet and crisp and melts in her mouth. It puts a smile on her face.

That helps.

Aziraphale helps, too.

Even gloomy, melancholy Aziraphale helps.

Just being in Aziraphale's presence helps.

“Living in the public eye isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, is it, my dear?” Aziraphale asks, though it sounds as much like a statement to herself as a question for Crowley.

“Not on days like today. But that’s the trade-off for being a star, I suppose.” 

“Would you ever give it up?” Aziraphale asks, taking a nibble of her Madeleine.

“I can’t say I would. You?”

“Nnnn ... no."

"There isn't anything else you wanted to do?" Crowley asks, latching on to her hesitation. "Not even when you were younger?"

"Well ..." Aziraphale bobs her head back and forth. "To be honest, I have always wanted to own my own bookshop. Or perhaps work in a library. But that's only if acting didn't work out. Acting has given me so many opportunities I could never have dreamed of. And all the great people I've met? I mean, this is what? The fifth film we’ve starred in together?”

“It is." 

Aziraphale chuckles. "Some of them have been real winners."

"I know! The roles you get offered when you're just starting out are criminal! Let’s see, we’ve been rogue enemy agents from different factions …”

“High school frenemies …”

“Alien co-conspirators …”

“Jealous rivals …”

“And now … lovers.”

“Yes,” Aziraphale says bashfully. “And today …”

Crowley smiles. “We get together for the first time.”

Hearing Crowley say it makes Aziraphale’s heart race, her pulse thrumming so fast it disappears.

The day Aziraphale found out she’d gotten the role of Crowley’s love interest and not the ‘jealous ex’ (the role her agent originally pitched for her since they play adversaries so well) was a dream come true. The studio felt the two of them could take their insane sexual tension (the studio's words, not Aziraphale's, although she doesn't disagree) and use it to fuel the plot of their latest 'friends-to-lovers' rom-com.

Aziraphale has always wanted to be a leading lady. Deep down, she prayed that her first time, she'd play opposite Crowley. Now that it has finally happened, the role of her dreams comes with the greatest perk in the universe - an intimate moment with Antonia.

In front of about three dozen crew members, but still. 

It's Aziraphale's chance to indulge her crush, which she plans to savor since it may not come around again. 

Not in the way Aziraphale wants.

As friendly as Crowley is to her, as flirty as she can be, Aziraphale doesn't know for sure whether Crowley shares her feelings.

“If you don't mind my asking, when did she tell you?” Aziraphale asks.

“She didn’t." Crowley snorts humorlessly. "I woke up, and she was gone. I thought she had left for work. She had a table reading at six that morning, so I wasn’t immediately suspicious. Not until I started noticing important things were missing - clothes, toiletries, her contact lenses, her laptop …” 

"Did she tell you why she was leaving?"

Crowley chews her lower lip at the question she'd known was coming ... the answer she's debating whether or not to give. "Eventually." She glances up at Aziraphale, flashes a sly grin, and decides to go for broke. “She left because she thought I was falling in love with my co-star.”

"Really?" And just like that, Aziraphale dies, her heart shrinking into nothing and blowing away on the wind. "W-which one?" she asks, solely for conversation's sake.

This time, when Crowley snorts, clamping a hand over her mouth to keep from spraying crumbs all over the interior of the limo, it's genuine. "You, you gumball!"

"Oh. Oh!" Aziraphale’s expression of shock is so endearing, Crowley can’t look at it too long. There's a glow about her. It's like staring into the sun. “That's ... that’s funny. Gabriel broke up with me for the same reason. Because of ... you. At least, that's the excuse he gave on Twitter ... and Instagram ... and Facebook.” Aziraphale's glow dims as she talks about her ex. Their relationship, and separation, weren’t as civil as Crowley’s. In reality, trouble had been brewing behind the scenes for a while. 

She’s glad they finally went their separate ways, but it stings just the same, finding out that someone you once loved, who you thought loved you back, just wanted someone to push around. To control.

"That is funny. Not funny ha-ha. Just ... funny. Who would have thunk?" Crowley goes back to her cookie, taking small bites while keeping an eye on Aziraphale.

Aziraphale glances out the window as the limo slows, approaching the gates to the studio lot. Crowley doesn't follow Aziraphale's gaze.

She doesn't need to. 

She knows what Aziraphale sees by the way her face falls.

Aziraphale had hoped they could slip in quietly, but there's already a mob three feet deep waiting for them. The photographers and fans won't be able to see a thing through the car's windows. The tint on them is darker than dark. Still, the whole lot will be on high alert with them here. 

Inevitably, a handful will slip in. 

They may even find their way on set.

Aziraphale doesn't have the energy to deal with that.

Not today.

“How are we going to get through it?" Aziraphale asks. "Filming this scene? The timing is ... uncanny, to say the least.”

“Think of it this way …” Crowley slides across to Aziraphale’s side, sits as close as they're both comfortable with. Crooking a finger beneath her chin, Crowley draws Aziraphale's attention away from the gathering crowd and over to her eyes instead “… we get to spend the entire afternoon making each other feel better. That's how we're going to get through this. Agreed?”

Aziraphale’s eyes lower, flicker to Crowley's lips unintentionally. When they travel back up, she notices Crowley's eyes do the same. She swallows hard. At this distance from Crowley, from her mouth, Aziraphale only has the wherewithal to say one word. She makes it count. "Agreed."

[nicholasdyer]

( OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN + CISMALE ) —  Have you seen NICHOLAS DYER ? THIRTY-THREE year old is a DIRECTOR OF OPERATIONS AT AN ARCHITECTURe FIRM who resides in MANHATTAN. He has been living in NYC for TWENTY-NINE YEARS, and is known to be PASSIONATE and EMPATHETIC, but can also be IMPULSIVE and PERFECTIONIST, if you cross them.  People tend to associate them with BRUISED KNUCKLES and SCOTCH ON THE ROCKS. @codstarters​

Hello everyone! Very excited to join you guys. I’m going to keep it short and simple because I’m trash at intros. The name’s Emma, I’m 25 and from the cst zone. I bring to you my baby Nick. (He’s a brand new muse so I apologize for the lack of info, I’ll be adding more as muse grows. ) Still working on some connections but feel free to smash that heart button if you’d like to plot!

Nicholas Dyer was born New York City on October 19th and is the oldest and best looking out of 4 siblings.

There is nothing complicated about Nicholas life really. He comes from a wealthy, hardworking and very loving family, but that doesn’t mean that the Dyer’s offsprings didn’t know anything about hard work. Their father always made sure to let them know that everything they had, they had it because he never slacked off, he worked hard to achieve his goals and the life he wanted for his family. In fact you could always find him telling his oldest son “Without labor nothing prospers, son.”

He took that phrase pretty seriously. As a child he put a lot of pressure on his shoulders to be the perfect son. He wanted, no he had to succeed at everything he did to show his father that he too understood the meaning of hard work and make his parents proud. He was a sort of parent pleaser. 

And so his need and desire to make them proud went beyond just getting good grades. Soon it also involved more important decisions like his career choice or his relationships, what he said or even how he felt sometimes. It felt to him like like he was losing himself, or more like he never truly got to find out who he was and what he wanted.

It was around college when Nicholas chose that it was enough of living a life he didn't plan for himself, that he had to start doing started more of the things he liked and to start making bigger decisions for himself, like moving out of his parents house and finding an apartment. Amongst those things there was boxing.  Of course, at first his parents, specially his mother, wasn't very keen on the idea of his son getting beat up and having a black eye or bruised face. “Why would want to do this to your face? You have such a beautiful face.” Those were the words that his mother told him every time  he visited their house for the weekend. It didn’t bother him, it actually made him laugh that out of all the compliments in the world she could give him, it would have to be about his looks. But then again, any other mother would’ve said the same thing. What kind of mother would want to see their son’s face with a black eye or some bruises just because he thought it was a fun sport.

Another decision that made an impact on Nicholas life was moving to London. He went to study the last semester of his career as an exchange study at Cambridge. There he felt like he was able to truly show himself, no parents  breathing at the back of his neck, judging, disapproving all the choices he made. London felt like big breath of fresh air. He graduated college there and began working at an architecture firm. Of course he started very low, but thanks to his hardworking perfectionist side he managed to climb on a very short time to a higher position. 

He lived in London for around 4-5 years until a famous architecture firm offered him a job back in New York. It was hard decision to make but the fact that he experienced his first heartbreak and that he sort of missed his family helped decide that it was the best thing to do, at least for a while. 

Personality:

He’s very passionate about everything he does.

Good-natured, well-meaning.

Despite the vibe he gives sometimes, he’s a huge softie and an extremely emotional person.

A perfectionist to the core, Nicholas not only sets the bar high for himself, but for the people in his life as well. 

His loyalties lie primarily with himself, his family and best friends.

Nicholas can be sometimes closed off with people, it’s very rare for him to let new people in.  

It doesn’t happen very often but sometimes he tends to act first and think later, which has led him to some trouble but he’s always been able to talk himself out of it. 

He can also be charismatic and even cocky at times.

Wanted Connections:

Siblings: Of course I’d love to see Nicholas siblings around the rp. Even if at the moment his relationship with his parents isn't the way it used to b before I picture the Dyer’s kids pretty close. Like they probably they do have fights and probably get on each others nerves sometimes like every other sibling but at the end of the day they know they have each others back and also complain about their parents when they get really unbearable.

Highschool sweetheart: I would love for Nicholas to have some romantic connection from the past when dated someone his parents thought would be a good match for them just to please them. Of course he probably would’ve been very polite and a gentleman with her but he never got to feel any romantic feelings towards her. Of course how she felt towards him its totally up to you, she could’ve done it also to please their parents or maybe she did had some feelings towards him, its totally up to you. I just want some angst in mah baby’s life, the more the better.

Best friend(s): It could be someone he met in his childhood or someone he met in college. Of course I want someone who has been through Nicholas whole change from being the perfect little son to slowly becoming himself. They are his ride or die, and probably have always had his back and probably are someone Nicholas turns to whenever he needs to seek advice from someone who isn't his family for a change. Also they would be the ones who Nicholas went to cry to when he got his heartbroken back in London.

Fling to (best) friend: Okay so maybe they met through some mutual friends and at first sight they were like “you’re cute, let’s go out.” Probably had one or two dates, ( maybe even hooked up) and after that they got along really well but neither of them saw it becoming something more so  both agreed that it wasn’t going to work out and decided to stay friends. And eventually they became besties and make jokes and tease each other about when they went out.

Exes (good or bad terms)

Flings

Neighbors

Sparring buddies

Roommates

Frenemies

Good / bad influences

Crushing on (could be mutual or unrequited)

Those are just some ideas that came to mind but if none of these catches your eye then we can definitely come up with something else I definitely will take all the plots.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

frENEMIES, pt. 11 {Quarterback AU}

Summary: Sometimes we just need things that can’t be given to us.

Warnings: angst, swearing, violence

Series Masterlist

"I remember the day I approached my almost boyfriend after two weeks of being ghosted for no reason. He looked anxious, glancing all over the hall as if he was checking who might be watching. His apology was quick, his excuses poor and he left before I even said a single thing.

I didn't understand why he felt the need to run, not even the excuses he made, but what I did understand is that he wanted nothing to do with me.

Walking out, drawing in a deep breath of fresh air, I frowned when I noticed the pouring rain. I hated rain. I hated gloomy days, but it felt like nature painted my emotions perfectly that day.

And I was ready to get wet and probably get a pneumonia, more than ready, but the he showed up - my quarterback.

He offered to walk me back to my door with his umbrella. I said no, obviously. I think he expected that because when have I ever made it easy for him?

I stepped into the rain, not expecting the dryness that came with it. Looking up, I found an open umbrella above my head, attached to an arm of a very wet quarterback who winked at me and I of course rolled my eyes at him because when have I ever been capable of accepting his help blindly?

I reminded him I didn't want to walk with him under his umbrella and he reminded me he wasn't under it. It was a useful loophole he used to walk me all the way home, all the way - even when I tried running from him and he was very loudly questioning "Are you seriously running zig-zag right now" while I remained dry and he wet from head to toe. And I felt bad. And I wondered why. We weren't necessarily friends and we weren't necessarily enemies either, yet this cocky, handsome man decided to go out of his way and help me.

I asked him why. I couldn't keep my mouth shut and his reason left me watching him as he walked down the road until he was no longer in sight.

He said:"Because you're worth it."

It was the first time my doubts about my self worth didn't haunt me and even though it still hurt I got ghosted by a guy I truly liked, it hurt just a little less.

P.S. - The Quarterback got a really nasty cold and I was nice enough to make him chicken soup every day, leaving it at his door with a note "Because you're worth it". He never thanked me for it, but five days later and he was back in class - his little nod and a smile told me he knew it was from me and he appreciated the gesture.

What? We weren't always at each other's throats!"

"Mike? Seriously?!" Groaning, Grayson facepalms before shaking his head in disbelief. If there is anyone out there he would never want close to her, it was Mike. Grayson thought of him as a complete douchebag and maybe he was very bias, but the guy was never good enough for Y/N.

"Did he really think what I said stopped when were off campus?!" Fists clenched at his sides, Grayson felt his face burning with rage. He glanced up at Y/N who was oddly quiet only to find her arms crossed as she was inspecting her fresh manicure.

"He is a grade A asshole, why would you ever date him?"

Rolling her eyes at him, Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"He took me to my first date. And second date. And third date. He bought me flowers, always sent me a good morning and good night text, walked me to and from class, carried my freaking pink bag. Mike was...we had a lot in common and we loved the same books and the same Marvel heroes. Back then...I thought he was my soulmate."

"So you two went on a third date, huh? Did you fuck?"

Usually, Grayson would have ignored that. He didn't give a shit about what the guys were doing outside the field and he never involved himself.

"That Y/N chick? Right?" Another player added and Grayson's interest peaked. Glancing at the snickering idiots who looked like they never gave an orgasm to a single girl they tricked into bed, he felt his anger grow.

"Oooh, she looks like she's bendy." A third one spoke up and while Grayson could hardly contain himself, he was maintaining a distance, safer for them than him. He listened to them gradually getting worse and worse with their questions and assumptions, but Mike was quiet. 

Until he wasn't.

"I can tell you one thing. She's a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets."

And Grayson saw red. In moments he had pinned Mike to the lockers and the room went silent.

Using his forearm to apply pressure to Mike's throat, Grayson's jaw clenched as he glared at the man in his hold.

"If you, ANY OF YOU, say one more thing about Y/N, I will personally make sure you find out what it means to have your jaw wired shut. And I might accidentally break a few bones during practice too." Practically growling, he leans in to make himself clear.

"Stay away from her. Got it?" 

"And he fucked up and gave into locker room talk and I was fucking angry and I fucking hated him for it when you told me, but..." Sighing, she paused to find the right words but she could see the crestfallen look on Grayson's face as he approached her too quickly, taking her hands into his rather gently considering how angry he seems.

"You weren't there. You didn't hear what he said. It made my blood boil then and it makes my blood boil today."  His shoulders are slumped and his eyes focused on her with a mournful gaze. His mouth is set in a semi-pout and his hands apply just a little more pressure on hers so she’d know he’s a desperate man. 

"But he's not the same guy he was back then, Grayson. Just like you're not the same guy. And while I'm not happy you responded with violence, I am grateful you tried to protect me, but he's not a bad guy. And we are dating, not in a relationship because I'm being careful this time around." Letting out a shuddered breath, she returned his squeeze and let him feel she’s torn. She’s torn and she can hardly breathe or think when he’s near her and all she can think is THIS ISN’T FAIR. She waited for so long to see him again, to feel him again and the first time she tries to be happy without him, to love again, he comes back.

She used to miss him - not in waves, but tsunamis, but she also decided to let him go and move on and she can’t believe the ghost of her past, the man she had agonized over had returned...But not really. He’s not back. Not like he’s meant to be. This is temporary and so are they. She can’t trust a temporary love.

"Leave him." Grayson wasn't asking, he wasn't stating it either, he was pleading. His desperate plea evident in his murky brown eyes and quivering bottom lip she caught just barely before he gained control, and she could hear it in his voice too. Grayson Dolan never begged anyone for anything in his life, but he stood before her, begging her to do what she found unreasonable.

"I am most myself around you. I've never been so honest with someone, so raw that it hurts. And I do it because I believe you are the one I am meant to spend my life with. Can you see that happening? Because if you can, choose me." And it broke her heart to see his heart is bleeding as much as hers is and it hurt to know she caused it, but no sensible woman would agree to that, would she?

"What choice are you talking about, Grayson? You're here for two days, maybe less, he will be here even after you leave. I can't give that up for a guy who will disappear with the next morning." Setting her lips in a firm line, she exhaled through her nose and her eyebrows furrowed. She tried to remain impassive, to dissuade him from his plea, to simply stop him from uprooting her sanity again.

"And if I stay?" He said it quietly, softly, hopeful that she’d stop pushing him away. And she’s right, he knows that. He’s not there for long and he can’t ask her to uproot her whole life for him, can he? She’d just roll her pretty eyes at him and tell him to shut up, but God, he wished he could. He really wished he could.

"But you won't. You never do. I can't love a ghost for the rest of my life, Gray. And I'm sorry, but I can't do this." She tried to pull her hands out of his hold, to regain some sensibility, some form of independence again because while he had his hands on her, all she wanted was to give in and let nature take its course. She’d end up writhing under him in pleasure for a few days and then she’d be all alone, stuck on the memory of his touch, the sound of his moans and the ever lingering touch of his cologne until it drove her crazy.

"Do what? Tell me. Even when I lay my soul bare you still find reasons not to love me. What would make you stay?"

And when she looked at him, she couldn't help but think what she really wanted to say. There were so many questions in her head but none of them had a satisfying answer. 

What she wanted to say is:"Where were you for the past three years? You could have called, texted, contacted me on any social media.. you could have seen I wrote the book. But you didn't and you were making all your dreams come true so why is it my responsibility to wait for you, to drop everything now that you've realized money and fame aren't enough?"

She really wanted to say that. But she didn't.

"Words you didn't exactly say and things you never really did, and I can't be the one to remind you what they are." She smiled sadly, pulling her hands away from him before turning her back on him, hoping he'd realize exactly what she wanted him to say. But he didn't.

What she wanted him to say was so close to what he thought would be outrageous. She wanted him to tell her he loves her. She wanted him to tell her he couldn’t possibly imagine a life without her. She wanted him to ask her to go with him - because she would. Everyone would think she’s lost her mind, but she’d leave with him without a single bag packed. All he had to do was ask. All he had to do is fight for her. 

But he didn’t.

And while he stayed there, standing in thought of where he had went wrong, Y/N left in tears. They went from a happy reunion to a sad goodbye, but wasn't that their usual way of dealing with each other?

Grayson wasn’t ready to let her go, and she wasn’t ready for him to let her go either. He felt it in his bones, he saw it in her eyes. 

“It’s Grayson. Get the legal team and see if they can make what we talked about happen. And uh...get me an address as soon as possible for Y/N Y/L/N.”

However, both consumed with their overwhelming emotions and conflicting feelings, they failed to notice a paparazzi who had been hiding outside the big glass window of the book shop that offered a marvelous view of the pair - from the moment Grayson walked in, to the moment they both left, half an hour apart.

Tags:  @livexdolan @dreadingdaisies @strangerliaa @mendesficsxbombay @beinscorpio @peacedolantwins @dolandolll @idekxdolan​

PART 12

[dewitty1]

Super Rich Kids

trishjames @thusspoketrish

Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode, Theodore Nott, Tracey Davis, Marcus Flint, Original Characters Additional Tags: Character Study, Slow Burn, Thriller, Mystery, Murder, cover ups, Burglary, dog-napping, Muggle high fashion, Haute couture, Post-Second War, Muggle Culture, dark humour, Angst, seriously so much angst, Drama, Melodrama, Ended Romantic Relationships, Spoiled Kids Trying to Be Adults, Prejudice, Privilege, Vigilantism, Anti-Hero, Depression, Nihilism, Existentialism, Jealousy, Hurt/Comfort, Discussion of Anarchy in the Loosest Sense, Family, Gaslighting, Betrayal, Conspiracy, Politics, Government, Secrets, Very Brief Instance of Suicidal Ideation, Pureblood Elitism, Pureblood Culture, Immorality, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Fist Fights, Social Season, Garden parties, Charity Organisations, Fundraisers, Galas, Summer, Frenemies, Problematic Concepts, problematic behaviour, debutantes, Abusive Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, Despicable Behaviour, Manipulative Behaviour, creepy behaviour, Threesomes, Heterosexual Sex, Candaulism, Bisexual Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy-centric, Draco/Others - Freeform, Wizengamot, Wedding Engagements, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Possible Infidelity Due to Unclear Relationship Status, Auror Harry Potter, Junior Chief Prosecutor Draco Malfoy, LCDrarry, LCDrarry 2020, Angst with a happy ending!

Summary:

Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

Excerpt:

Draco finds that he really enjoys Potter’s company. He doesn’t mind when the conversation strays to the Weasleys or Potter’s adventures with his godson, or the repairs he plans to do on Grimmauld Place, that old monster of a townhouse Draco recalls from the Black side of the family. He follows along closely, and he likes it. He likes Potter. He’s surprised that under Potter’s saviour-complex there’s a man with a decent sense of humour. And once they get started on some of the authority figures within the Ministry, Draco discovers there’s a whole wealth of feistiness lurking under that Golden Boy exterior. His distaste for the Ministry honestly rivals Draco’s own.

“You really have a problem with authority,” Draco comments, now finishing off his third pint.

“I just don’t believe in putting my entire faith and trust into any set system, especially one as oppressive as the Ministry. But you didn’t hear me say that.”

“You’re practically an anarchist. How have you not burned the Ministry down?”

“Oh,” Potter starts, his tone dangerous. “There have been moments.”

Draco perks up and leans forward. He remembers what Tracey said about Potter not being what everyone in the Ministry believed him to be. Had she encountered his rebellious streak while working as his witness or during the Corps?

“Really? Do tell,” he says excitedly.

Potter smirks. “I’ll save it for the next time we do this.”

“You think there’ll be a next time, eh?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, aren’t you a smug bastard?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong,” Draco says with a dramatic, chastising shake of his head.

Potter laughs.

“Where do you live?” Potter asks suddenly.

“Why do you want to know?”

“So I can either walk you home or get you a taxi. I’d say we’ve both had a bit too much to Apparate.”

Draco eyes Potter carefully. In his tipsy state he can look without feeling embarrassed that he finds Potter so bloody attractive. “I live on Buckingham Gate.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, are you kidding?”

“One thing I do not joke about, Potter, is real estate.” The Malfoy London property is obscenely extravagant and located just across Buckingham Palace. Draco can see why Potter’s in awe, his neighbour is technically the Queen. Draco waves his hand. “It’s been in the family for pfft, an aeon…but Mother spends most of her time at Adanya’s property in Marylebone. We hardly ever visit Malfoy Manor.”

“Is it just you there or—”

“It’s just me,” Draco says quickly, even though his mind strays to his new…captive? Pet? To Sprinkles.

“Well, I’d like to walk you home.”

Ah, Draco thinks. What the hell, why not? “Okay.”

They take a scenic route, as in for Draco, through the shopping district. He points out his favourite spots—the small boutiques, the Chanel and Louis Vuitton store, the lovely restaurants and delis he’s visited with Pansy. They walk through Green Park, their voices low as they discuss nothing and everything, their steps in sync as their shoulders bump together. When they reach the open space that is the Victoria Memorial and Buckingham Palace, Draco’s pace slows down. They’ve made it here too quickly.

He doesn’t want the night to end just yet.

Potter takes him all the way to the front entrance of the 19th century, seven-floor townhouse. The black door with the Malfoy crest as its knocker glimmers when it acknowledges Draco’s presence.

“Here we are,” Draco says, his hand tightening nervously around the handle of his briefcase.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” Potter says, looking up.

The all-white façade and numerous windows are quite lovely. There’s only one light left on, on the first floor where Draco has set up a sort of doggy-friendly room for Sprinkles, which reminds him, he’ll have to Disillusion her to take her out for a short walk. The room may have amenities for her to do her business, but he knows how important fresh air is for animals.

“I’d like to do this again,” Potter says warmly, stepping into Draco’s personal space.

Draco sways a bit, feeling slightly dizzy as he’s caught in the calming, friendly energy that seems to radiate off of Potter.

“I’d like that. Very much.”

Potter’s eyes search Draco’s face with such an intensity that Draco’s knees weaken. “May I kiss you?”

“Oh,” Draco says softly. “Because you think I might be nice?”

Potter grins. “Well, yeah.”

“Then, yes. Please.”

A surreal feeling overcomes him as Potter’s arms wrap around Draco’s waist, pulling him in as their lips gently touch. Draco’s eyes flutter shut, and he finds that Potter’s kiss is like oxygen. He breathes it in.

Like this entire night, their kiss is over much too soon. Draco’s eyes fly open just as Potter pulls away, his cheeks flushed and green eyes iridescent in the low lights.

“Well…thank you,” Potter says softly, a dazed smile on his face.

A gentle laugh bubbles up Draco’s throat. “Thank you.”

Potter lifts a hand to Draco’s cheek. He slides his thumb across it before dropping it and taking a step back. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Goodnight, Draco,” Potter says quietly before turning away.

“Goodnight, Harry,” he whispers after him as he watches the other man walk down the street to disappear around the corner.

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[prudnces]

( 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒 & 𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 ) + you know 𝘗𝘙𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘝𝘈𝘕 𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘛, the 25 year-old 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘝𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘙 that has lived in eldstead 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘚? i heard she has a tendency to be 𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘊𝘌𝘍𝘜𝘓, 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘓, 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘉𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘛 & 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘓𝘠. the 𝘛𝘈𝘜𝘙𝘜𝘚 has equipped 𝘒𝘌𝘠 in time for the full moon.

HI i’m hero, 22, i lov horror movies and no longer have a shudder subscription :pensive: normally i do these on google docs but i’m lazy and prue is Incredibly New so i’m still trying to get the hang of things

name: prudence van holt  nicknames: prue, p age: 25 gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her d.o.b.: april 23, 1995 zodiac: taurus sexual orientation: homosexual homoromantic mbti: isfj - the protector character inspo: wynonna earp, veronica mars, prudence halliwell (mayb i took the name don’t look @ me) aesthetics: a steaming mug of black coffee, deep green woollen sweaters, golden rings and necklaces adorning her, a camera hanging around her neck, the mist of the morning, a deer grazing in the forest, the heavy thud of boots against old hardwood, a grandfather clock striking the witching hour

HISTORY

triggers: child abandonment, car accident (drunk driving), death

prudence van holt’s birth is a mystery-- all she knows is she was dropped off at the fire station in a town outside of seattle, the only identification a baby blanket with her name on it. 

she ends up being adopted by a couple, the van holts, who always wanted multiple kids but could not after their first, a boy. 

growing up, she’s always been a little shit. she doesn’t mean to be. she just has an insatiable curiosity, sticking her nose in other’s businesses, finding lost things, she had a strange knack for it. it got her into a lot of trouble, children had no business sticking their nose into adults’ things. 

her brother never really liked her-- he always resented the fact their parents brought her home, took her in, when they already had a perfectly fine child needing attention. petty things, except it’s sparked a life long sibling rivalry that runs deep. 

it’s a pretty uneventful childhood, her parents are good people, they provide for her, and support her, despite her troublesome antics. 

she’s always been a lonely child, she’s never had the easiest time making friends, so she’s spent a lot of her time exploring the woods near her home. 

she’s thirteen when she discovers her mother, whom she always has written off as simply eccentric, is more than that-- she’s a witch. and a good one, too. her book club meetings she’s often privvy to walking through is more than that, it’s her coven. 

so of course, prue wants in-- how can she not? it’s a whole new world, working under her mother’s wing, driving a wedge further between herself and her brother. she tells her to be careful, to watch her back, that there’s bad people who want to do bad things with the power they wield. it instills a deeper ideal of trust no one in prudence-- one that sticks with her to this day.

and she’s dedicated to the craft! she takes time to learn the different meanings and uses of herbs, flowers, etc., makes potions, cast spells-- perhaps sometimes for personal gain, but she’s dedicated herself to using them to help others. 

she sort of becomes a private investigator in high school, not on purpose, but a friend tasks her to find out if her boyfriend is cheating on her, so tails him, catches him in the act-- gives him a little hex for good measure. 

it becomes a thing, people need something found? they go to her. think their partner is fooling around? they go to her. and she delivers, all with a little touch of magic. eventually, she wants to go deeper, take on more serious cases, but alas she’s only a teenager. 

sike! that doesn’t stop her. and as much as she hates cops, she has an in at the department through her father, so soon she’s not so legally trying to solve murders. 

and that’s all fine and dandy, until just a month shy of her eighteenth birthday, and two months before she graduates from high school, her parents get into a car accident coming home from a meeting one night. a drunk driver swerves into their side of the road, hitting them head on. neither survive. 

it’s that that has her change her mind about college, why go to college when she already knows what she wants to do? life is fleeting, and she’s hurting, so she graduates, and moves to eldstead, a town an hour and half away from her own home. it’s not a big change, but enough for her to have a fresh start. 

she knows something is different about the storm when it hits, that it brought about something... destructive. and she’s inclined to get to the bottom of all of it. it’s in her nature-- she has to snoop. 

she runs her own private investigation that used to serve eldstead and the surrounding area, but now it’s simply eldstead. she makes her own hours, and works alone, because she prefers it that way. 

PERSONALITY 

she’s really closed off-- she prefers to be alone, because of the shit she’s seen, and the people in her life, she just expects to be let down. 

when you first meet her, there’s a chance she’s just going to brush you off. she’s not exactly the friendliest person out there? 

will she be an asshole for the sake of being an asshole? no. absolutely not. but she is unflinchingly honest about her observations, and that doesn’t always go over well. 

very much a ‘do the thing first, ask for forgiveness later type of person’-- doesn’t have a lot of regard for rules that aren’t her own. (*dw voice* that sign can’t stop me bc i can’t read!)

if u do manage to be friends with her, she’s got ur mf back she’s unflinchingly loyal and if you break her trust, you’re pretty much dead to her lol 

TIDBITS 

she has a black cat (wow a witch with a black cat...... groundbreaking) named inkblot (creative, rly), nicknamed inky like the pacman ghost

surprisingly high alcohol tolerance, loves 2 go for a beer or a whiskey at the end of a long day 

lives in cableknit sweaters-- this is the pnw i mean a bitch be cold 

doesn’t really date? she came out when she was 16, and there’s been a couple relationships, but they never really pan out-- it’s always because of her. she doesn’t know how to open up 

swears a lot 

has a pretty good understanding of basic hand to hand combat just in case perps get a little rowdy, took boxing classes for abt 4 years? 

probably an elderly person when it comes to social media, kinda likes to keep a low profile but she also posts a shit ton of pictures of her cat 

INCREDIBLY good at finding lost things-- keys, phones, dogs, u name it she just knows-- and she doesnt know if its the intuition that comes from being a witch or just herself 

prob should join a coven, but shes a lone wolf awoo

prob barks at men idk 

lives off of black coffee, doesn’t rly sleep 

has multiple ear piercings and a couple tattoos but she usually keeps them hidden 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

informant - she gets information from them for her cases, they got a p good grasp 

someone she’s solved a case for - p self explanatory, now they’re friendly enough, or perhaps she couldn’t stand them and did it for the money 

someone who wants to be her friend but she’s weary - tbh shes weary of everybody 

coven adjacent - another witch, maybe theyre trying to get her to band together with them 

drinking buddy - they meet at the bar and shoot the shit 

opposites attract - friend who is nothing like them! but still hangs around! 

someone she feels like she has 2 protect - for whatever reason, even tho they can prob take care of themselves, prue is super fkn protective of them 

a genuine friend - yeah she just needs one idk she’s doing her best 

ex (f/nb) - someone she dated for a little bit but they broke up because of prue’s inability to open tf up 

fwb (f/nb) - ? maybe we all got needs, and she’s not looking for a relationship

attraction (f/nb) - there’s tension and neither know why! 

rival - to paraphrase a tumblr post what is a rival if not a crush you’re unhappy abt 

pure of heart, dumb of ass and lesbian - i just love this trope 

sibling like - someone who she genuinely sees as a younger/older sibling... goes to them for shit... protects them

frenemies - theyre not rly friends but they dont entirely hate each other either? 

tbh anything 

[kchuarts]

Flowers in Blood

A/N: This is actually really fun to write!! I am definitely trying to go for a bit slower build with romantic feelings being realized in later chapters. Right now they are just like frenemies of sorts. 

Summary: The mission begins. 

Warnings: Attempt at assault 

Taglist: @lucywrites02​ *(Let me know if you’d like to be added!!)*

Chapter 2: Wolfsbane

BEEP, BEEP! BEEP, BEEP! BEEP, BEEP! 

Jonathan’s hand slammed down on the alarm clock, turning the irritating machine off. He raised his head and groaned as it was 4:40 AM and it made him wonder why in the hell he set the alarm that early. Angela told he and Katie to be at her office at 6 AM sharp, but for god sake- 

“Five more minutes…” He mumbled, ticking the alarm to ten minutes instead of five like he said so. 

He was trying to sleep off his moderate hangover and dull headache from last night after he made the dumb decision of upsetting his partner for the investigation. It was not until 1 AM that Pine decided to call it quits on the partially helpful alcohol and head back. The way that Katie had rushed out after he let slip that he was her brother’s friend and watched him die made him feel horrible. So much for a first introduction of sorts and hoping to form at least a decent bond with the young woman. Pine pleaded to whatever God was listening that the mission they were assigned on would pass by quickly or become cold again. It was rather dark to think that, but he could not deal with the literal lingering guilt at his side. He would have to come up with a way to push those feelings aside and quick in order for their mission to go as smoothly as possible. Just as the thought settled and Jonathan’s eyes lulled shut, the incessant beeping returned with a vengeance and for some reason, it was louder than before. Once again, Pine’s large hand slammed down on the noisy clock and forced himself from the confines of his bed. A shiver ran down his body from the cool air of his room as he stretched his waking body from the stasis of sleep. His blue eyes glanced over to the window and naturally, it was raining. He sighed with slight irritation and rubbed the bridge of his nose as the headache made its presence more apparent. Hopefully a hot shower before he left would help ease the now growing throb of his head. 

Unfortunately for Katie, she had not gotten a wink of sleep last night and spent her waking moments dissociating. Logically, she knew that it was not Pine's fault that Cameron had died but she couldn’t help but let herself morbidly blame him for it. Her opinion of Jonathan had quickly changed as did her attitude of working with him as he was a man. She guessed by her reaction, he would show his true colors like all men did once they upset a woman and be an absolute prick. The brunette shook her head and let out a deep sigh, smacking the heel of her palm against her forehead. “Stupid, stupid, stupid…” She muttered to herself, getting up and whining from the unpleasant tingle that shot to her feet. Maybe she could convince Angela to let her go on her own? If she told the truth and her discomfort of men? No. She had only met the woman yesterday but she seemed like the type of person to tell you to bite the bullet and stick to it. “Fuck me.” She groaned softly, walking toward the bathroom and shedding her clothes off to shower before she left. Why did she even accept this stupid job? Sure it meant being paid well and going to travel, but she would be risking her life along with another person. If she chickened out now, then all those years of study and training would go down the drain. Katie also assumed that Cameron would be super disappointed in her after she had worked so hard to get where she was now. “I just had to be partnered up with your old buddy, didn’t I?” She asked out loud while scrubbing the chill from her skin with warm water and soap. After spending around ten more minutes in the shower, Katie just about screamed from noticing what time it was. The clock read 5:30 AM and the ten minutes spent basking in the hot water was not ten minutes at all. “Shit!! Wonderful first impression off to a good start!!” she grabbed the clothes that were set out for this morning and quickly shoved them on the best she could as her body was not completely dried off. Katie wanted to hit her head against a brick wall as hard as she could at this point and hopefully knock herself unconscious. Thankfully, the only thing that seemed to be in her favor was that her suitcase was already packed and good to go. The brunette furiously brushed her teeth and jumped around while trying to pull a sock onto her foot. “MMMGH!!” She clenched her teeth together and almost fell to the floor as she hit her exposed knee on the doorwall. Foamy toothpaste dribbled from her mouth as she shut her eyes tightly and eventually did fall flat on her bottom and cried. She prayed no one heard her or that she woke anyone up, though it was unlikely she did not. 

“Perfect, just fucking perfect!” She spit into the sink and rinsed her mouth, growling in frustration and shoving her toiletries into her suitcase. “Hi Angela! Sorry I’m like twenty minutes late on my first fucking day of the job!!” She began to monologue and search for her wallet and phone charger. “I didn’t get any sleep last night because of my fear of men and my existential dread over my dead brother-” she fished the last of her needed items out and grabbed the door handle, “because the asshole you paired me with is the guy who killed him-!” Katie’s jaw dropped as Pine had been standing right outside of her door, presumably waiting for her. Her hands flew over her mouth and her eyes quickly fell to the floor from shame. “To answer your question, I heard everything. Even the part about me being an arsehole and “murdering” your brother.” His tone was cool and face unreadable. 

“You didn’t have to wait for me…” Katie’s voice became quiet. 

“Well I did because I thought that maybe I should apologize about last night and perhaps talk things through. However, it seems apparent that your mind has been made up already.” Pine snapped, huffing and turning on his heel to walk out. Here he thought maybe talking to her would start them off fresh and possibly help to deal with the guilt he felt. Turns out that was not an option in the slightest and further wounded the ex soldier after hearing her rant. 

Katie raised her hand to stop him from walking so fast, but he had already left her alone in her doorway. Sighing loudly, the brunette girl did a once over around her flat before locking the door and slamming it shut. She didn’t really give a shit if she woke anyone up now as this mission was already a complete failure. 

Naturally, Pine was first to arrive at Angela's office and took the time on his walk to cool off and shove what happened to the back of his mind. All those thoughts were forced back up front when Katie stumbled in five minutes later, panting. Angela’s brows knit together at the girl, “You’re late.” She bluntly stated. The younger woman waved her hand and took another second to catch her breath, shooting a glare at Pine who subtly smirked at her being called out. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I swear to God I am NEVER late-” 

“Except for now?” Jonathan spoke sarcastically and raised his brows, amused by how little it took to anger the American woman. 

Katie glared at Pine, stomping her way over and pulling the chair aggressively seated next to the man away. Rob slowly lifted his head from some papers to witness what all was happening, keeping to himself. “Aren’t you two just chummy.” Angela muttered under her breath and rolled her eyes, “Great to see you took my advice of trying to get to know each other.” She frowned, folding her hands on her desk. “Excuse me!! I wasn’t aware that I would have the displeasure of being paired up with my dead brother’s killer-” 

“Killer!? There you go again with blaming his death on me. I did not kill him, Katelyn O’Connor. If you knew half of what went down that day, maybe you would have a different outlook!” Pine swivelled his body around to face Katie. 

The younger woman’s nostrils flared, “Really?! Then why was he sent home in fucking pieces!? Did you know we had to have a closed casket funeral that oh by the way, I never saw you, Jonathan Pine, attend?! It is your fault he is six feet underground when you could have saved him!!” 

Jonathan stood up abruptly and loomed over the shorter woman who also rose from her seat, half tempted to spit in his handsome face. “You-” 

“ENOUGH!! Fuck!” Angela slammed her palms down on her desk and growled. “I swear you two are worse than my fucking toddler! I don’t know what the hell went on last night, but it ends now if we are going to solve this case and bring whoever is running this circus down! I’m sorry to say that there is not anyone else I have to take your places and that you are stuck together. So unless you want to get killed out on the field over personal matters, I suggest you put it aside and at least be civil with each other!” The Director looked at both of them and threw her hands up, “Sit down!!” 

Not wanting anymore issues, the agents obliged to Angela’s words but still cast nasty glances at each other. “Now if we are done being school children, I would like to debrief on what is going to happen. Can you handle that? Or do I need to bring out a get along t-shirt?” Angela waited for a reply, but got a silent nod from them instead. Whatever, as long as she got the information out and them on their way. “There has been a new break in the investigation and evidence has been found in Moscow. See here, there are poppies on the arms of victims from over in our neck of the woods and another similar marking on victims across the pond.” Her brown eyes glanced up at Katie before she continued, “However, with the recent uprising with this strange group making a comeback, a new flower is being used. Wolfsbane.” She tapped a picture that was recently printed. Pine quickly snatched it from Angela before Katie had a chance to look at it, causing both women to roll their eyes. “What’s with the flowers anyhow?” He shook his head and gave the picture back to Angela who then handed it to Katie. The Director shrugged, “Haven’t a clue. I suppose that’s just a signature they like usin’ after they finish with a crime.” 

“Could have to do with poison.” Katie cleared her throat and handed the picture back. “Poppies and Wolfsbane are poisonous flowers, I’m just making a guess here but I think they’re using those kinds of flowers as a warning that these people are not to be messed with.” She folded her arms over her chest. “No, I thought that maybe they wanted to decorate the crime scene with pretty flowers.” Jonathan shot at his partner who in turn clenched her fists. “What the fuck did I just say?” Angela whined, dragging her hands down her face and growling from irritation. “Sorry, Angela. I think some of us just don’t have the decency to hold back any snark when they aren’t in the spotlight.” Katie smirked and slyly winked at Pine. The nerve of this woman! Pine could definitely see the side of his late friend in her that he absolutely detested. “Right then. Anyways, while I like your theory Katie, the reasoning behind these symbols are still unknown. 

If the two have any correlation, report it back immediately. In the meantime, your target is Abaddon Hasapis.” Angela pulled a picture of a very elegant, yet sinister looking woman out. Her hair was curled and frame confident, knowing. Her eyes held a nefarious gleam and bow shaped lips cast a dirty smirk. “I want details on this woman as her name seems to be popping up in each new case that we receive on the Wolfsbane crimes. She is a socialite and often attends auctions, charities and parties for the wealthy. Naturally, none of the money in the charity events actually goes to the intended group. There is a gala in Moscow that she will be attending within the next three days.” Angela took a deep breath in, pursing her lips and looking at her agents sternly, “You two will be attending this gala and are a lovely couple who recently got engaged.” 

Both of their jaws dropped slightly and each made a move to complain about their roles before Angela stopped them. “No, no! I will not be having any other interjections! Katie O’Connor no longer exists for the time being nor does Jonathan Pine. Instead, you are Steven Ranger and Natasha Romans. Your hotel is the Metropol and let me just say it was not an easy feat to get reservations. It is around a 10 minute drive from the gala and a bit of a hike should you find yourselves without transportation. I’ve had your measurements marked down and your appropriate attire sent to your room.” She clapped her hands together and raised her brows, sighing quickly. “Any questions before you go? And not about why you’re a couple.” She shot that complaint down faster than the agents could say uncle. The room went silent and Angela looked from Katie to Jonathan one last time before standing up and ushering them out. “Off you go then! As soon as you reach the train, shoot me a text, the hotel give me a call and then keep track of whatever information you gather. You won’t be returning to England for some time so I expect your best behavior. I cannot believe I am having to even say that. Please try not to bite each other’s heads off.” Her arms fell to her sides and she gave a frown. Pine nodded, flashing a small smile “There won’t be any biting since her bark is the worst she can do.” 

“PINE!!” Katie smacked the tall man’s arm hard and growled. 

“Ah, ah. Steven is my name, dear Natasha.” 

Katie had not the faintest idea how in the hell she would survive this mission with this asshole or if she didn’t end up killing him by the end of it. 

The way to the train station was relatively quiet for the most part except for the occasional grunt or cough. “Watch where you’re going! Fuckin’ wanker.” A pedestrian bumped hard into Katie and made her turn around, glaring before catching Pine smirk out of the corner of her eye. “You think me getting called a wanker is funny?” She clenched her jaw. Jonathan made a disgusted face, “Please refrain from saying that word ever again. It does not sound right when you say it with your, your whatever American accent. In fact, please refrain from speaking at all. Your voice is annoying.” He felt the girl sock him in the ribs with her elbow and trudge through. As she stomped forward to the conductor, Pine noticed a group of men eyeing Katie up and down while she was too busy being a piss ant. “She yours?” One of them asked, pulling a cigarette from his lips and blew smoke. The men must have seen her little stunt that she pulled earlier. “Ah, no. She’s not. I actually do not even know her, she’s just some rude American. Bloody foreign women, feisty they are.” He lied, giving a curt nod to the men before following Katie in short. They sat 3 rows apart as neither of them wanted to even so much as look at one another. At least now Pine could get some peace and quiet for a bit with the two day trip to Russia ahead of them. Technically, they didn’t have to put on the gag-inducing task of acting like a couple right away, but unbeknownst to them, it would have been wise to do so in the first place. 

Pine shot Angela a text before putting his phone away to read up on the case and a book he had brought. He was an avid reader and quite enjoyed Shakespearean works and complicated theories. The book he had brought would serve great entertainment as it was packed with an abundance of Plato’s work. A few more passengers hurried onto the train before it departed, rudely shoving their way through the corridors. “Watch it!” One of them bumped into Pine rather harshly and caused his book to fall. The dark blonde man looked up while grabbing his book at the stranger and scoffed. He thought about retorting back, but decided it wasn’t worth the time to get into a fight when he already knew of the nonsense he’d be bickering over with Katie. Shaking his head, Pine dusted his book off and sighed. Around fifteen minutes had passed since the train departed and a very strong smell of nicotine permeated the air. Normally, Jonathan didn’t mind it as he was an occasional smoker himself. However, it was overwhelmingly pungent and particularly disgusting. Unfortunately for him, the source of the smell was sitting nearby and likely not to change carts soon. 

“Hey there poppet.” A rough looking man took a seat in front of Katie, flashing his yellowed teeth. Two more men followed in suit, one of them sitting next to her and causing her to scrunch her nose from the strong odor of nicotine. Her heart began to race as she could practically feel the intention of these men radiate off them. “Please don’t call me that. I don’t mean to be standoffish, but I’d like to be left alone.” Katie’s voice cracked and she turned to look out the window, trying to calm down as past trauma was racing into her bloodstream. “That chap from earlier was right about you American women.” A dirty hand snatched Katie’s chin as the owner forced her to look at him. He licked his cracked lips and eyed her up and down with his soulless gaze, “Pretty one she is though. You may be a bitch, but that makes ‘em all the more fun to toy with.” He chuckled and released her face, grabbing her arm. Katie’s eyes widened and she shook her head. She was completely frozen as she felt grubby fingers crawl over her knee and up her thigh. Small, quiet noises of panic were the only thing that could escape her throat as fear came over the young woman. The touches stopped once a tear slid down her cheek and her body flinched hard as one of the men wiped the tear away. “Aww little poppet’s scared. What’sa matter? You still a maiden waiting for the right one?” The third man’s breath was enough to make Katie want to throw up. She shook her head no, unable to speak still and felt the fingers resume their unwanted caresses. Her breath began to pick up and her eyes flicked down as the button on her jeans was undone. “Please don’t-” She muttered, her body trembling as she felt fingers start to slide down her pants. “Please.” She cried softly, shutting her eyes before feeling the touches aggressively ripped off of her. 

“Oi! What’s all this about!? You’re that bloke from earlier!! I thought you said she wasn’t yours!! Bloody liar, she ain’t about to be yours no more-” 

The sound of Pine’s fist hitting one of Katie’s assailants had everyone in the cart turn their attention to the sudden fight. Jonathan grabbed the other two and tossed them out, bringing his elbow down on the back of one's neck and twisting the arm of the other until he heard a pop. A scream of pain erupted from the man and the train suddenly jolted to a complete stop. Pine grabbed the front of the man who initiated Katie’s attempted assault and growled, “She belongs to no one but herself. Unlike people of your ilk, I actually respect women and don’t fucking touch them without their consent! You would be wise to use the single brain cell in that thick head of yours to exit now considering our interaction has caused an issue. Get. Out. NOW!!” He threw the man to the ground and saw the trio scamper off the train as the doors opened. Police shortly put them in handcuffs before another came in to interrogate Pine. “I’d have you in bars too for what you did, but these three have been a problem for months now with harassing women. Keep yourself outta trouble, will ya?” The officer nodded to Pine before waving to everyone as a signal the situation had been handled. Once the officer departed and the doors shut, Jonathan held his hand out to Katie. “I doubt you want to continue to sit here and reminisce over those pigs. I know we aren’t on good terms but-” Jonathan stopped as Katie took his hand and got up, her bag over her shoulder and her eyes full of tears. The spy nodded and exhaled, leading the way to where he was sitting and helping Katie settle in. It was only until she finally calmed down that the girl released Pine’s hand. 

“Why?” She sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “Why’d you come to my rescue? You hate me.” 

“I hate it when women are taken advantage of.” His blue eyes sparkled for a moment as he thought of his late Sophie Alekan. “I don’t… I don’t hate you, Katie. Just because you blame me for that,” He paused, choosing his next words carefully, “Doesn’t mean that I hate you. Actually, if you would have let me explain earlier I still feel that it was my fault. I have nightmares about that day and there isn’t a moment that goes by where I wish I would have been in his stead.” He looked at her, an honest expression resting on his face. 

Katie’s brows turned upward and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “Pine-” She closed her eyes and then sighed, “Steven.” She corrected herself, “I’m sorry for what happened i-it’s just it was so sudden and you know how humans are; we have a horrible habit of putting the blame onto someone and-” She stopped as Jonathan waved his hand as a signal that he no longer wished to dwell on the topic. “We can talk about it some other time but right now, are you ok? They didn’t hurt you?” His tone became soft. Katie shook her head and she gave a small, wry smile. “Thankfully, no. I just couldn’t fight back.” She admitted weakly, not wanting to see the disappointment in Jonathan’s stunning baby blues. “Is that why you were so nervous around me yesterday evening? And your flinch when we shook hands?” his question caused her to force her gaze back up. Katie’s pink lips parted as she was flabbergasted at how easy she was to read and nodded slowly. She pulled her arms around herself and swallowed the urge to cry down, “I’ll admit when Angela told me I was working with you, I felt afraid. For two years, I lived in a nightmare and never thought I would escape. By the time I did, I changed.” She rubbed her lips together, unable to stop the tears. “His name is Travis Smithson and he is the man that made me frightened of men and unable to live normally for three years.” she sniffled, wiping her tears and rubbing her face in her sleeve. 

Jonathan’s heart sank and he felt the urge to hug her, but did not do so. “I’m so very sorry to hear that, Natasha. You certainly didn’t deserve it…” He made a mental note of her ex's name, stashing it in the back of his head for future reference. “Are you still afraid of me?” He asked softly, leaning forward just a bit. Katie shook her head and gave a shaky exhale before giving him a tiny smile, “No. I’m just mad I’m stuck with an asshole.” She began to giggle and brighten up, causing Pine to smile as well. “Well if we’re going to be on those terms again, then you’re just as much of an arsehole as I am… No, not as much because you’re too short.” He laughed as Katie hit him with her sleeve that wasn’t covered in snot. “Leave my height out of this!!” She smiled at him and chuckled softly at his jeer. “Hey, thank you for rescuing me. Maybe you aren’t as much of an asshole as I thought you were, even if you did call me a bitch to those men.” She smirked and pulled her tablet out. “To be fair, you kind of were acting like one.” He received a playful kick for his comment and shoved her leg away from anymore kicks. “But, I would at least like to make up for earlier and it is the right thing to do. Your brother would have kicked my ass if I didn’t.” He saw a smile at the mention of Cameron. “Yeah he would have. No one messes with Cam’s little sister and gets away with it.” 

The rest of the trip went smoothly with Katie and Jonathan coming to civil terms and an agreement to have a long in depth discussion regarding Cameron’s death. “Shit.” Jonathan smacked his forehead and groaned softly to himself. “What? What is it?” Katie became alarmed and sat up from her light snooze. “I don’t know a lick of Russian. Please tell me you know enough to get us by? I did read your file but didn’t see anything about languages except Japanese.” He opened one eye, looking at his younger companion. “Luckily for us, I do. Unfortunately, I can’t read jack shit of it and I only know a few basics. Other than that, we will have to play stupid.” She immediately ate her words as a smirk crept onto Pine’s face. “I thought you already were playing stupid- Hey!!” He laughed as she quickly changed seats to get him into a sort of choke hold and rub her fist on his curly head. Jonathan fought her off after a few more seconds before she returned to her seat. “It says you’re 24 but you certainly act like you’re a teenager.” He mused, raising a brow at her as the train came to its final stop. Katie stood up and smiled at him, shifting her bag “What’s the fun in life acting like a 38 year old who bullies young ladies?” She grinned, watching him pack his belongings before exiting the train with her. “You forgot- Short, young ladies.” his large hand grabbed Katie’s head gently and ruffled her hair before chuckling at her pout. “Watch it, you-” Her smile soon faded as police lights flashed brightly ahead with plenty of caution tape to spare. Jonathan looked behind himself and gently took Katie’s hand, walking fast and attempting to get a glance at the scene. Russian officers kept shouting at the ongoers, telling them to move along and that there was nothing to see. A tarp had been laid out over the apparent victim with their pale arm visible to Katie and Jonathan’s view. 

A wolfsbane flower had been carved into the victims arm along with the same flower decorating the scene.

[leorossi]

❝ If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough. ❞

⋆ ° ♔ — (Finn Jones, bisexual, male) look who’s been captured and brought to Tulach Island; it’s Leo Rossi, a 29 year old spare prince of Italy. He has been described as ambitious & compassionate, but also possessive & cynical. While on the island, he works as a Custodian at the Canteen.

                                                                               ■ HISTORY. ■

  A lot can be said about the Rossi family, but overall they are most loved and respected by their people. To say that the second son of Domenico and Roselle Rossi was proud to be a Rossi is a massive understatement. Leo was only a year younger than his older brother, Luka, and a year older than his sister, Laela. Though the siblings were close in more than just because they were close in age, but because they were raised in one of the most loving families. While Leo would do absolutely anything for his sisters, Luka was the sibling that the spare prince was closer to. The boys acted more like best friends than siblings. There wasn’t anything they kept from one another. Sure, they might have kept a few things from the world but to each other, they are more of an open book to one another. He’s learned a lot from his parents but most of what he knows comes from his older brother, by him teaching him or just Leo simply watching him. Having a silver tongue being one of them, no, he doesn’t necessarily have the silver tongue as Luka but he does have his way with words, his flattering charm. After all, you couldn’t be a Rossi without that certain charm.

  As a spare royal, you were still expected to know and do things as the crowned royals just in case. However, Leo never worried that Luka would ever one, give up his title or two, fail at his duties as the future king of Italy. So, while he still paid attention to the duties and responsibilities he didn’t fail in picking up his hobbies and path. Martial arts being one of them, it didn’t take too much or long for him to realize the passion he has to use his own hands and head. Plus he was good at it. Becoming amazing and deadly with his hands as he is with any weapon in them. Oftentimes he and Luka would have battles, friendly fights to not only better their abilities but also friendly competitions to see who was better. Normally Luka would always win, but Leo has sworn that one day he will beat his perfect older brother.   The day of Luka’s kidnap was the day that a piece of him went missing as well. The two were, again, close and even though his parents and sisters took it just as hard - Leo took it a little harder. Now the country looked to him to lead Italy one day. It was a pressure he didn’t realize could make or break him. How the hell did Luka do it all so perfectly?   Though the Rossis’ perfect life was soon about to end. When they were all sound asleep in their beds, the Japanese prince snuck into the royal house and into the king and queen’s chambers. Shooting both Domenico and Roselle in the head. The prince was captured by the Italian guards but before Leo could announce judgment on the prince, he had already committed suicide. However, the misfortunes didn’t end just there - as he laid his parents to rest, news of Laela getting captured soon fell into his ears. Concentrated on trying to see if there was a fresh trail to pick up to find his dear sister, Leo’s uncle soon stole the throne from him - overthrowing him. Bad news…bad luck was hitting the prince from every direction. Still, right now his main concern was ensuring Maddalena and her safety. All royals were under attack with the multiple kidnappings but it seemed as if the Rossis were more under the spotlight then the other royal families.   Months…maybe a year later, Leo never gave up his search to find his siblings, to find the man responsible for his parents’ death…and his siblings’ capture. Most importantly never stopped plotting that perfect plan to overthrow his uncle. To imprison him until his brother came home and do what he willed for the betrayal - but fate had a completely different plan for him. Still making his appearances, Leo was making his way towards a fundraiser event when a horrific car accident happened. He was in the backseat of a 2020 Lexus RX when a semi ran a red light, hitting the opposite side of the car Leo was in at the right time to flip them and pin them into a brick wall. The accident was staged, and even though there were guards with him, they were shot in the head. Something the prince had witnessed when he eventually came to, his vision was blurry and there was an irritating buzz in his ear but he also couldn’t mistake someone getting shot in the head. Realizing he was under attack, he quickly unbuckled his belt or tried to until he ripped it from its hinges and crawled out of the smashed in the car. Scrambling to his feet, he was trying to run away but someone had a hold of his shirt and yanked him back. Instinct kicked in and he fought off as many as he could but the last thing he remembered was a wet cloth being pressed against his nose and everything went black. Eventually coming to, the realization of who was behind the attack was never so clear. Pirates, filthy fucking pirates. Leo didn’t know where the ship was taking him but he was hoping it was taking him to his siblings, damn it’s been too long since he’s seen them.

                                                                       ■ RELATIONSHIPS ■

✧ Luka Rossi: The boys grew up as brothers but their bond connected them like best friends. They tell each other everything and there is no secrets kept between the two older Rossis.  ✧ Laela Rossi: Leo’s first younger sister, even though he and Luka are closer - there is still nothing he wouldn’t do for either of his sisters. He loves them both dearly and will protect them with everything in him.  ✧ Maddalena Rossi: The youngest in the family and Leo’s second sister. Even though he and Luka are closer - there is still nothing he wouldn’t do for either of his sisters. He loves them both dearly and will protect them with everything in him. 

✧ Raiden Sherwood: When Leo was 19-years-old, he attended  Oxford in England - majoring in psychology.  Despite what most would believe about Leo, he was still a virgin when he attended college. Least till he met a bright blue-eyed blonde English man by the name of Raiden Sherwood. The prince’s attraction in men was always apparent but he never really acted on it till the night he met him. The night he slept with him, the first person he’s ever slept with...the first man he’s ever kissed and been intimate with eventually became his first real relationship. Falling fast in love that all changed when Leo graduated from college and had to report back to Italy. They tried to keep in touch but it was never good enough. The pair split and he’s never heard from his English lover again after that and he couldn’t help to this day to wonder how Raiden is and if he has someone new in his life.  ✧ Nikita Orlov: The crowned Russian Princess was Leo’s close friend and second love. However all good things must come to an end. The pair broke up and grew apart as their duties got more heavier, and Nikita’s true betrothal was announced. Even though he will always love her. He can only see them now as just close friends, someone he will do absolutely anything for.   ✧ Teddy Cellario: Grace was Luka’s betrothal, however, as Leo and his older brother is close, he got to spend time with both Grace and Teddy and even though they weren’t married, Leo saw them as part of his family already. Thus, when Luka was kidnapped and the contract between the Rossi’s and the Cellario’s he was saddened. Still it never stopped the second son of Domenico Rossi from seeing both Grace and Teddy as part of his family. 

                                    ■ CONNECTIONS & WANTED CONNECTIONS ■

✧ Siblings >> Luka & Laela Rossi   ✧ First Love >> Raiden Sherwood ✧ Best/Close Friend [Ride & Die] >>  O P E N    ✧  Friend(s) >> Lili Orlov, Fiona Dughlas, Arielle Aremberg, Teddy                                                     Cellario & More  ✧  Frenemy >>  O P E N ✧  Fling >>  O P E N  ✧  True Enemy >>  O P E N  ✧  Claimer/Watcher >>  O P E N (pirates only) ✧  Ex(s) >> Raiden Sherwood & Nikita Orlov  ✧  First Kiss + Intimate partner >>  Raiden Sherwood ✧  Betrothal >> Temporarily Closed -- NPC                                               & More to Come.

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Creeped Out is a horror anthology series shown on CBBC in the UK and available on Netflix elsewhere. It’s an excellent show, fun for kids with loads of crossover appeal for adults. But the big entertainment sites tend not to cover it, and I haven't been able to find a definitive ranking of all the episodes anywhere. So I decided to create my own, because why not?! This list includes season 1 and season 2; I’ll add further episodes as they’re shown.

Before we get into this: there are some spoilers in here. I’ve tried to keep them to a minimum but sometimes, to describe what's good (or bad) about an episode, I need to discuss elements of the plot.

Every episode of Creeped Out, ranked from best to worst

1. ‘Slapstick’ (Season 1, Episode 1)

The first episode of a series is rarely the best, but Creeped Out bucks the trend—‘Slapstick’ hasn’t yet been bettered. It’s the perfect combination of cozy and creepy, with a quintessentially British setting (a seaside town complete with Punch & Judy shows), a puppet antagonist who’s somewhere between unnerving and amusing, and a relatable main character. Even the score is the best of the bunch: its sinister take on fairground music really adds to the atmosphere. The plot—Jessie wishes her parents were ‘normal’, and lives to regret it—is compelling, and in contrast to some of the weaker episodes, you actually understand why the characters do the things they do (even the bully is given a bit of a backstory). ‘Slapstick’ is a gem, and more than any other episode, it stands up to repeated rewatches.

2. ‘Trolled’ (Season 1, Episode 3)

Sam leads a double life: he’s secretly NoFace, an online troll who often targets his closest friends. When he ignores a message warning him to stop trolling, things start to go very wrong. This episode is set in the plush surroundings of a boarding school (one of Creeped Out’s more notable backdrops) and the contrast between Sam’s environment and his online life is both palpable and believable. The dynamic between Sam, Fitzy and Naini is established very effectively—you really feel Sam has something to lose. Extra points for the properly bleak ending, too.

3. ‘Kindlesticks’ (Season 1, Episode 9)

This episode is a fan favourite, and it’s not difficult to see why. ‘Kindlesticks’ came out of nowhere, landing in the middle of a few mediocre episodes, and doesn’t seem at first glance to have the most exciting setup: a bad babysitter getting her comeuppance. Yet you’ll likely find that the tale of Esme, her charge Ashley and his imaginary friend Kindlesticks will drag you in, spit you out and leave you reeling. It’s a simple idea executed perfectly, with what is undoubtedly Creeped Out’s best delivery of a twist. Seriously, I didn’t see that coming at all.

4. ‘Splinta Claws’ (Season 2, Episode 10)

Admittedly, it isn’t difficult to make a Christmas episode good—add lots of sparkly decorations and a bit of ‘Carol of the Bells’ and you’ve already nailed the atmosphere. ‘Splinta Claws’, in which two boys get trapped in a department store along with a possessed animatronic Santa, builds on that to create an inspired take on PG-13 seasonal horror. It’s the self-aware script that really makes this episode; the ‘frenemy’ relationship between anxious Mikey and street-smart Lawrence, plus the characters’ recognition that the slow-moving Santa isn’t that scary (despite its nightmare-fuel face). An effective combination of action, emotion and humour results in a spooky festive treat.

5. ‘Tilly Bone’ (Season 2, Episode 9)

Telling a story backwards is a bold move, and initially, it makes ‘Tilly Bone’ confusing. Some viewers might find themselves wanting to switch off as they wonder what the hell is going on. But stick with it, and a fascinating tale unfolds, with layers, details and clues to be picked apart, nods to classic horror, great performances (especially Alice Franziska Woodhouse as the disquieting Junebug) and some of the series’ most original and surprising ideas. It’s formally innovative, daring and altogether one of the most impressive pieces of work Creeped Out has yet produced.

6. ‘Marti’ (Season 1, Episode 4)

Kim is initially delighted when her new phone’s AI helps her to become more popular, but things take a turn for the sinister when ‘he’ claims to be in love with her. ‘Marti’ cleverly uses this premise as a kid-appropriate way to explore themes of coercive control and abusive relationships. I have a feeling this episode may have been inspired by the 2016 movie Bedeviled—there are lots of similarities, right down to Marti’s voice—and it says a lot that in 25 minutes it crafts a better, more meaningful story than a full-length horror movie for adults was able to manage. Often unfairly slept on, ‘Marti’ is the talented underdog of the series.

7. ‘Takedown’ (Season 2, Episode 8)

‘Takedown’ is intriguing because it departs completely from the series’ typical aesthetic—there's lots of shakycam, a grainy feel to the cinematography, a muted colour palette. It’s shot more like an indie film than an episode of a kids’ show. It focuses on Alexa, the only girl on her high school wrestling team, who uses a weird chain text to wish for more strength. Since this is Creeped Out, it’s no surprise that her ‘gift’ comes at a price. With its gritty feel and the authentic friendship between Alexa and Lucky (‘cheers to root beers’, anyone?), this episode is something really different, and all the more memorable for it.

8. ‘No Filter’ (Season 2, Episode 6)

Like ‘Trolled’, ‘No Filter’ is a thoroughly enjoyable example of what a series like this should be aiming for, which is essentially a junior version of a Twilight Zone episode. There’s a recognisable starting point—who hasn’t used filters or Facetune to make their selfies look better, and who bothers reading all the T&Cs?—and when Kiera’s eroded face is revealed, it’s one of the few moments in the series to create a genuine shock. Plus there’s a proper pantomime villain, just as it should be. The ending might be a little jumbled, but it’s entertaining enough that that can be forgiven.

9. ‘Cat Food’ (Season 1, Episode 2)

Happy-go-lucky prankster Stu pretends to be ill so he can skip school, but gets more than he bargained for when he discovers the elderly neighbour, Mrs McMurtle, is actually a shapeshifting monster. ‘Cat Food’ is a fun, comedic episode (the only one yet to make me laugh out loud) and, while there isn’t a great deal of substance to the story, it’s efficiently told and neatly resolved. Rhys Gannon is great as Stu and it’s just an all-round fun time.

10. ‘The Traveller’ (Season 1, Episode 11)

While the vast majority of Creeped Out episodes take place in a distinctly middle-class milieu, ‘The Traveller’ switches things up by focusing on Jodie and Brandon, troublemaking kids on an inner-city estate. They come across a device that can pause time, and it’s all fun and games until a blue-skinned man starts hunting them down. The plot is a bit more Doctor Who than your average episode, and the combination of urban setting and sci-fi story is surprisingly successful. There’s also an emotional gut-punch of a moment when Jodie finally understands the problems she’s been creating for her mum.

11. ‘The Call’ (Season 1, Episode 6)

‘The Call’ isn't one of the strongest stories in Creeped Out’s repertoire. An unpopular girl is drawn to an environmental activist and discovers she’s a siren, gaining powers into the bargain—interesting enough, but not enormously original, and inevitably a gateway to slightly tedious lecturing about plastic etc. It stands out mainly because of a stellar performance from Rebecca Hanssen, who reminds me of a young Olivia Colman. Hanssen really inhabits the character of Pearl, and shows how excellent acting can elevate an ordinary plot and script.

12. ‘The Many Place’ (Season 2, Episode 4)

With their holiday scuppered by torrential rain, three siblings wander a hotel and find themselves lost in a maze of realities. ‘The Many Place’ is designed as an homage to Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining, and spotting the references is part of the enjoyment here. The story takes advantage of the liminal, disconcerting nature of a large hotel to craft a series of alarmingly plausible terrors, and the ending features the best twist since ‘Kindlesticks’.

13. ‘One More Minute’ (Season 2, Episode 1)

‘One More Minute’ kicks off the second season with a pure hit of enjoyment that doesn’t take itself too seriously. When Jack can’t tear himself away from his favourite videogame, he finds time passing quickly—scarily quickly. While it may not be among the best, everything about this episode is solid: it’s (appropriately) well paced, the relationships are soundly fleshed out, and it’s all wrapped up well.

14. ‘Itchy’ (Season 2, Episode 2)

It may have one of the show's sillier premises—the villains are... head lice—but I have a soft spot for ‘Itchy’. Perhaps it’s the setting: a military academy on an English island feels fresh when you compare it to the many identikit homes and high schools in the series. Perhaps it’s the strong performance from Oliver Finnegan as protagonist Gabe. Either way, there’s something low-key charming about this episode.

15. ‘Side Show’ (Season 1, Episodes 12 and 13)

This two-part season finale is set in the early 20th century and centres on a troupe of circus performance whose ringmaster won’t allow them to venture beyond a magical barrier. Overall, ‘Side Show’ isn’t especially creepy; it’s more of a fantasy story that feels like it could have been its own separate series. The advantage of this is that there’s more space for character development and worldbuilding. The disadvantage is that it doesn’t truly feel like part of the Creeped Out universe.

16. ‘A Boy Called Red’ (Season 1, Episode 5)

Vincent and his dad aren't getting along, but when they go to stay at the latter’s childhood home, Vincent finds an unusual way to reconnect: via a time-travelling portal. The switches between past and present are handled admirably, and Boris Burnell Anderson is a standout as AJ. There’s a lot to like about ‘A Boy Called Red’; it just doesn’t stand out as especially memorable when compared to some of the stronger Creeped Out stories, perhaps because there’s no real antagonist. 

17. ‘Bravery Badge’ (Season 1, Episode 7)

A troop of Girl Guides—sorry, ‘Hedgehog Rangers’—head into the woods for a camping trip. When the girls start falling into a strange trance, it’s up to a moody, reluctant Ranger to save the day. The setting here is promising, the campfire scene is a highlight, and the urban legend about the missing troop is a great touch. Unfortunately, the good stuff is undermined by questionable acting and a somewhat ridiculous supernatural menace. Though I will admit the singing is quite creepy.

18. ‘Shed No Fear’ (Season 1, Episode 10)

Set in the 1970s, with some decent period detail, this episode follows two boys as they battle a mysterious shadow-creature inhabiting an old shed. It’s cute to see Greg and Dave rekindle their friendship and tell the smarmy football captain to get lost, but the threat of the Shade is never particularly well-developed. The title also annoys me. Outside the context of this episode, nobody has ever uttered the phrase ‘shed no fear’. It isn’t even a good pun!

19. ‘The Unfortunate Five’ (Season 2, Episode 5)

Five kids in detention meet their match in a seemingly sweet, yoga-loving teacher who pits them against each other. Establishing five protagonists and two villains within the space of 25 minutes is a tall order, and it’s one this episode doesn't meet. ‘The Unfortunate Five’ has a good concept and also boasts one of the series’ goriest images (when Faye attacks Hawkins and blood spatters across the glass—I’m kind of surprised CBBC didn’t cut that). But the flimsy, unmemorable characters doom it to the lower reaches of this list.

20. ‘Only Child’ (Season 2, Episode 7) 

This could have been great: the story of a girl being menaced by her demonic baby brother, while her parents are convinced she’s just jealous, has lots of potential. Yet ‘Only Child’ doesn't really work. The denouement is rushed and muddled (exactly how does Mia identify the link between the baby’s power and the feedback sound?) and the low-budget special effects don't help. It also suffers from being set entirely within the Tuthill family’s apartment, which looks like a cheaply decorated show home. 

21. ‘Help’ (Season 2, Episode 3)

A very meh installment about a brother and sister who are overly reliant on their family’s Amazon Alexa-like virtual assistant. It’s basically a weaker version of ‘Marti’ with a much less impactful message. The siblings are barely fleshed out, and the episode shares with ‘Only Child’ a sterile-looking set that doesn’t resemble a real family home at all.

22. ‘Spaceman’ (Season 1, Episode 8)

If episodes like ‘Trolled’ and ‘No Filter’ represent what a show like Creeped Out should be, ‘Spaceman’ is exactly what it shouldn’t be. If ‘Cat Food’ proves how well humour can work within a scary story, ‘Spaceman’ shows exactly how it can go wrong. The tale of unlikely pals Spud and Thomas finding a crashed spaceship is by far the worst thing Creeped Out has come up with—it’s implausible, unfunny and not remotely creepy. Avoid.

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Klaine Advent Drabble 2020 - “Take One” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Embroiled in the aftermath of two very messy break-ups, Kurt and Blaine are preparing to film their first love scene together. But how do you pretend to be in love when your love life is falling apart?

It probably doesn't hurt to be in love with your co-star then. (1982 words)

Notes: Written for the @klaineadvent Drabble Challenge 2020 prompt 'grey'.

Read on AO3.

“Ooo, I get a limo this time,” Kurt mumbles, not nearly as impressed as he’s pretending to be. But he needs to keep up appearances. Even though it’s the literal buttcrack of dawn, he’s not alone. There are about thirty asshats, armed with cameras, camped out on his doorstep, climbing over each other to snap a candid of him for the gossip sites. A photo of him emerging from his townhouse fresh-faced and ready for another day on set will fetch an easy couple hundred.

But if he looks like he rolled out of bed, drank a bottle of whiskey for breakfast, then fell down a flight of stairs, landing face-first onto a mountain of cocaine - those pictures would fetch considerably more.

That’s what he gets for going through a horrendous break-up while having the nerve to be rich and famous.

Despite how he feels about his life at this moment, he went for the former, not the latter. He would never touch hard drugs, not for any reason, and he can't justify looking less than his best. 

Like a good friend once told him - never let them see you sweat.

“Kurt! Kurt Hummel! Over here!” the pariahs start calling, some of them whistling for his attention like he’s a dog. “Hummel! Hey, Hummel!”

Hummel.

That’s the one that gets him, burrows into the roots of his teeth and makes his whole head pulsate. It keeps his feet moving when he might have stopped to exchange a polite hello. Who talks to people like that? When did it become acceptable to bellow out someone’s last name as a means of getting their attention? Is it too much to ask for the respect of at least shoving a ‘Mr.’ in front of it? Have these glorified stalkers forgotten that if it weren’t for him and stars like him the only jobs they could get would be snapping photos of families for minimum wage at Six Flags?

Ugh. 

Too much thinking too early in the morning.

He could write an essay on how much he loathes pap culture, but today, Kurt can’t be bothered caring.

He slaps on a smile and waves, sliding his glasses down his nose only far enough so they can’t see how red his eyes are from crying.

“Oh, hello! I didn’t see you all here! It’s so nice of you to greet me at 5:30 on this fine winter morning! Oh, careful there. You spilled your coffee. And I think you just kicked that poor young man in the face.”

Kurt greets his guests this way every morning, killing them with kindness, as subtle an eff you as he can come up with when his brain cells have yet to kick in for the day.

Coffee. He needs coffee. About a gallon-and-a-half of it.

Kurt glides through the crowd, an angelfish among sharks, and comes out unscathed.

A man with dark hair and olive skin, wearing a fitted, black uniform tailored to within an inch of its life, opens the car door for Kurt as he approaches.

"Good morning, Mr. Hummel."

“Good morning, Harold. It's nice to see you.” Kurt slides into the car, thankful when the chauffeur shuts the door. He sinks into the leather seat and tosses his sunglasses aside. “God!" he moans, burying his face in his hands. "I don't want to do this! I want to stay home and eat ice cream! I don’t want to kiss anyone today!”

Blaine, who had been waiting quietly and wearing a sympathetic smile, frowns. “Gee. Thanks.”

Kurt's head snaps up, his face splotchy and red in seconds. “Blaine! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were …! That’s not what I meant!" He takes a deep breath in, lets it out slowly. "It's not you. I just don’t feel particularly romantic today.”

“It’s okay. I know what you mean. I feel the same way.”

Kurt squares Blaine with a stern look. “Gee. Thanks.”

Blaine ducks his eyes, his cheeks turning pink as he pours Kurt a glass of champagne. There’s always champagne, no matter what vehicle the studio sends to pick them up. But Kurt and Blaine never avail themselves to it.

Today, however, Kurt thinks as he accepts the flute Blaine offers and takes a sip, is an exception.

“I didn’t know Harold was picking you up first,” Kurt says, starting small talk to ease the tension. Kurt and Blaine don’t usually have trouble making small talk.

But, again, today is an exception.

“Well ...” Blaine clears his throat, seems embarrassed “... I was just … you know … a few blocks down the way.”

Kurt sits up further, leans forward with interest. “So you did it. You moved out.”

“Yup,” Blaine replies quietly. “I couldn’t … I just couldn’t stay. Not after …” He stops and sniffles, turning his head to hide eyes that must be as red as Kurt’s. Kurt doesn’t know.

He only ever notices how striking they are.

Kurt rests a comforting hand on Blaine’s knee. “I know.” 

“Yeah,” Blaine says with a slightly bitter laugh. “So does the whole world. In fact, the photogs knew I was leaving before I knew. You should have seen it. I could barely get past them.”

Kurt pulls a box of tissues out of the side panel and offers one to Blaine. “They’re bottom feeders. Try to ignore them.”

“Easier said than done.”

“I know,” Kurt repeats, feeling exceptionally useless. He’s in the exact same boat, but his heart hurts more for Blaine.

Blaine doesn’t deserve what he's going through. He doesn’t deserve such a public break-up.

He doesn’t deserve having his name drug all over social media by an emotionally manipulative bastard.

Kurt gazes out the window at the sky above. The forecast said it would be clear and sunny today, but it’s cloudy and grey. It matches Kurt's mood. Everything is cloudy and grey.

Well, maybe not everything.

The champagne isn’t. It’s cool and refreshing, and the bubbles make his tongue tingle.

That helps.

And Blaine helps, too.

Even gloomy, melancholy Blaine helps.

Just being in Blaine's presence helps.

“Living in the public eye isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, huh?” Blaine asks, though it sounds as much like a statement to himself as a question for Kurt.

“Not on days like today. But that’s the trade-off for being a star, I guess.” 

“Would you ever give it up?” Blaine takes a sip so slight it doesn’t lower the level of the liquid in his glass.

“I can’t say I would. You?”

“Nah. Acting has given me so many opportunities I could never have dreamed of. And all the great people I've met? I mean, this is what? The fifth film we’ve starred in together?”

“It is." 

Blaine chuckles, shakes his head. "Some of them have been real winners."

"I know! The roles you get offered when you're just starting out are criminal! Let’s see, we’ve been rogue enemy agents from different factions …”

“High school frenemies …”

“Alien co-conspirators …”

“Jealous rivals …”

“And now … lovers.”

“Yes,” Blaine says bashfully. “And today …”

Kurt smiles. “We get together for the first time.”

Hearing Kurt say it makes Blaine’s heart race, his pulse thrumming so fast it disappears.

The day Blaine found out he’d gotten the role of Kurt’s love interest and not the ‘jealous ex’ (the role his agent originally pitched him for since they play adversaries so well) was a dream come true. The studio felt the two of them could take their insane sexual tension (the studio's words, not Blaine's, although he doesn't disagree) and use it to fuel the plot of their latest 'friends-to-lovers' rom-com.

Blaine has always wanted to be a leading man. Deep down, he prayed that his first time, he'd play opposite Kurt. Now that it has finally happened, the role of his dreams comes with the greatest perk in the universe - an intimate moment with Kurt.

In front of about three dozen crew members, but still. 

It's Blaine's chance to indulge his crush, which he plans to savor since it may not come around again. 

Not in the way Blaine wants.

As friendly as Kurt is to him, as flirty as he can be, Blaine doesn't know for sure whether Kurt shares his feelings.

“If you don't mind my asking, when did he tell you?” Blaine asks.

“He didn’t." Kurt snorts humorlessly. "I woke up, and he was gone. I thought he had left for work. He had a table reading at six that morning, so I wasn’t immediately suspicious. Not until I started noticing important things were missing - clothes, toiletries, his contact lenses, his laptop …” 

"Did he tell you why he was leaving?"

Kurt chews his lower lip at the question he'd known was coming ... the answer he's debating whether or not to give. "Eventually." He glances up at Blaine, flashes a sly grin, and decides to go for broke. “He left because he thought I was falling in love with my co-star.”

"Really?" And just like that, Blaine Anderson dies, his heart shrinking into nothing and blowing away on the wind. "W-which one?" he asks, solely for conversation's sake.

This time, when Kurt snorts, clamping a hand over his mouth to keep from spraying champagne all over the interior of the limo, it's genuine. "You, you gumball!"

"Oh. Oh!" Blaine’s expression of shock is so endearing, Kurt can’t look at it too long. There's a glow about him. It's like staring into the sun. “That's ... that’s funny. My ex broke up with me for the same reason. Because of ... you. At least, that's the excuse he gave on Twitter ... and Instagram ... and Facebook. There were other things. Other men, too.” Blaine's glow dims as he talks about his ex. Their relationship, and separation, weren’t as civil as Kurt’s. In reality, trouble had been brewing behind the scenes for a while. 

He’s glad they finally went their separate ways. 

But it stings just the same, finding out that someone you once loved, who you thought loved you back, was using you for clout. 

And in that, Blaine's ex was a better actor than Blaine ever was.

"That is funny. Not funny ha-ha. Just ... funny. Who would have thunk?" Kurt goes back to his glass of champagne, keeping an eye on Blaine above the rim.

Blaine glances out the window as the limo slows, approaching the gates to the studio lot. Kurt doesn't follow Blaine's gaze, but he doesn't need to. 

He knows what Blaine sees by the way his face falls.

Blaine had hoped they could slip in quietly, but there's already a mob three feet deep waiting for them. The photographers and fans won't be able to see a thing through the car's windows. The tint on them is darker than dark. Still, the whole lot will be on high alert with them here. 

Inevitably, a handful will slip in. 

They may even find their way on set.

Blaine doesn't have the energy to deal with that.

Not today.

“How are we going to get through it?" Blaine asks. "Filming this scene? I mean, the timing is ... uncanny, to say the least.”

“Think of it this way …” Kurt slides across to Blaine’s side, sits as close as they're both comfortable with. Crooking a finger beneath his chin, Kurt draws Blaine's attention away from the gathering crowd and over to his eyes instead “… we get to spend the entire afternoon making each other feel better. That's how we're going to get through this. Agreed?”

Blaine's eyes lower, flicker to Kurt's lips unintentionally. When they travel back up, he notices Kurt's eyes do the same. He swallows hard. At this distance from Kurt, from his mouth, Blaine only has the wherewithal to say one word. He makes it count. "Agreed."

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OC: Tacee de’Val, The Alliance Commander

Main Tag

Class Story; Chapter One

Beginning the Jedi Knight class story at age 19, Tacee was careful to keep her image of the perfect Jedi, even though she knew she wasn’t. She mostly did this by mimicking other Jedi that she admired - Satele Shan, Orgus Din, Bela Kiwiiks, etc.

The Jedi are the only family she’s ever known, as she was given to the Order at eight months old. She was trained from a young age by some of the finest blademasters who saw her potential in combat, and the way the Force moved around her, as if she would one day play a role in the fate of the galaxy.

But a perfect Jedi isn’t what Tacee is. She curses, she’s brash, she’s outspoken, she enjoys fighting, and she enjoys sex - and these are the things she hides about herself from the public image. She has a private one time fling with Doc and is over it, but accidentally breaks his heart in the process.

She finds a kindred spirit in Master Orgus Din, who takes her as a padawan during her trials. Once she’s made a Knight, she still stays close to her master, who she’s personally adopted as a father figure.  His death on Alderaan hits her hard.

Class Story; Chapter Two

During her time on Hoth, Tacee falls hard for fellow Jedi Leeha Narezz, but it’s not something she can act on. Her and Leeha become close friends, and that makes it even harder, and when she loses track of her on the Emperor’s ship, she loses her focus.

After her mind was taken over by the Emperor, she pushed away any thoughts relating to the trauma, determined now more than ever to be the perfect Jedi, since she had failed so extraordinarily in falling to the Dark Side. She hurt people, and she can’t quite forgive herself for that.

Class Story; Chapter Three

Tacee falls through the cracks, accidentally finding herself in situations that are bad and accidentally making the best of them - people think she’s great, that she’s supposed to be this great Jedi hero - but she just sees herself stumbling at every turn. 

Fighting Leeha and then finding out about her affair with Jomar Chul is the first taste Tacee gets of heartbreak - at this point she’s 21 years old and just trying to do her best, and feeling like it’s never good enough. Adding Scourge to the mix, she’s a mess. Such a mess at one point she unsuccessfully tries to seduce her Sith Lord roommate.

By some miracle, the Sith Emperor falls to her blade, and she briefly channels the dark side to do it. It terrifies her, and she nearly loses it when Satele applauds her success as being an upstanding Jedi.

Ilum

Tacee is captured by Darth Malgus’s forces while on Ilum. Fearing the loss of one of their most talented and well-known Jedi, the Republic calls in SIS operatives to coordinate with Havoc Squad for a rescue mission. Theron Shan heads the operation.

After her rescue, Tacee and Theron become close friends.

Makeb

Makeb is a breath of fresh air for Tacee after the Battle of Ilum. She thinks she’s going in for a somewhat easy mission, but it’s worth it when it turns into a catastrophe because of one extraordinary woman - Lemda Avesta.

They see each other a lot after Makeb’s destruction. Tacee often holos her for company or science questions relating to a mission. They meet up on Nar Shaddaa from time to time.

Attack on Korriban/Tython

The Republic calls in its heroes for the Attack on Korriban, and Tacee is part of the squad sent to infiltrate the Sith Academy. The same squad is quickly sent when news comes of the Attack on Tython. 

Manaan/Rakata

With Theron Shan, the squad investigates the mysterious circumstances around the attacks, and later they meet up with Theron on Manaan. They soon run into an Imperial squad led by a Sith Lord, and join forces against Darok and Arkous, the betrayers of the Republic and the Empire respectively. Here, Tacee first meets the Lord Wrath, Chiado, and they begin their long bickering journey of being frenemies.

Rishi

Tacee reunites with the ghost of her former master, Orgus Din, and learns to let go of her feelings of guilt and be healed from the psychological trauma the Emperor had inflicted on her. Letting go of her master as well, as both a teacher, a friend, and father-figure, is another trial, but she finds another father-figure thrown into her life; This time, her biological father, Torazz de’Val, a kind middle-aged Togruta who never knew he had a daughter. Tacee is wary of him at first, but the two of them quickly bond as they navigate their relationship.

She is bowled over by her sudden realization of the extent of her feelings towards Theron when she learns he’s been taken prisoner by the Revanites. She comes through Sky Ridge Island like a storm, tearing through Revan-aligned Sith and Jedi to reach her goal - Theron Shan’s safety. When he’s recovered, Theron barely convinces her that he doesn’t need to be carried, because yes, she is fully capable of swinging him over her shoulder and lugging him around. 

A kiss is shared before departure to Yavin 4, but neither of them are sure what it means yet. Their friendship was one of many years at this point, and neither of them wanted to lose that if things didn’t work out.

Yavin 4

On Yavin 4 many things are established. One is that Tacee and Chiado are incapable of not butting heads on any subject available. Two, that Darth Imperius is actually pretty cool for a Sith. Three, Theron Shan now has the effect of making her giddy just by mention of his name.

Tacee is the one who strikes down Revan after Chiado is grievously injured by him, and the one who guides his dark and light sides back together. She’s also the one that drags Theron Shan into his own ship for some exclusive time together, and just barely manages not to snicker at the Grandmaster’s speech about Tacee upholding Jedi ideals immediately after.

Ziost

Tacee arrives solo on the planet, leaving her companions safe in ship for their own safety, but determined to tear through the planet as much as she had the Revanite stronghold in order to find Theron. Unfortunately, she is injured, and Lana, Theron, and the recently recovered Lord Wrath find her.

Ziost is hell. Every possession is a flashback to Tacee’s own time under the influence of the Emperor, and she does everything in her power to help Master Surro. The destruction of the planet devastates her, and she finds herself on the doorstep of Theron Shan’s apartment not long after, where they take comfort in each other until Tacee is summoned to Darth Marr’s flagship.

Continuing Story

Tacee eventually becomes the Commander of the Eternal Alliance, while carrying around an old enemy in her mind.

TBC

Physical Traits

Tacee is a big bunch of Togruta, standing at 6′1 - without including her montrals. She’s heavily muscled with a bulky frame, built for pure strength. She has red orange lekku and montrals that are heavily striped white, and circular white markings on her face. Her eyes are a light green that are often mistaken for blue.

Relationships

Past Flings: Doc, Garrede Dyverrak, Ghewa Aje, Fenn Bry, and Lemda Avesta

Current Relationship: Theron Shan

Weapons

Tacee wields one lightsaber. She’s gone through three different ones - A pink and yellow one during her class storyline, a fire orange from Ilum to Ziost, and now wields a lime green saber

Talents

Tacee is exceptional at Force leaping, and nearly specializes in it. It’s her number one tactic in her combat, jumping from one area to another to face enemies from all sides.

Force Shields are another talent that Tacee excels in, and overall shielding as well, whether it’s with the Force, or protecting others by using herself as a shield.

Personality and Mentality

I see Tacee as having Autism! She likes to flirt a lot, and though she is sometimes very bad at it, she’s not aware at how bad it is. She lives with PTSD after her possession by the Emperor, and anxiety. She often worries about living up to other’s expectations.

Otherwise, she speaks her mind, is brash, and can come off as rude when she’s attempting to be sarcastic. She is extremely focused on helping those who deserve it, but she’s quick to judge who doesn’t.

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I’ll Be There For You                  Kai Parker x Reader

word count : 1 752 summary: Reader has suffered a loss and Kai is there for her when she had pushed everyone else away. *not my gif ____________________________

Y/N had had a little more to drink and knew she shouldn’t have gotten behind the wheel this night but she did. It’s how she had ended up on the side of the road , with a bleeding wound on her head. She wanted to call someone to pick her up but couldn’t stand the look on her friend’s faces - they looked at her with such pitty after her brother had died… So Y/N dialed the only other person on her contacts list - Kai. They weren’t exactly friends , more like frenemies but he always listened to her and she listened to him.. Until they drove each other crazy or Kai did something to screw things up. She held her phone infront of her waiting for Kai to pick up. It took a little while but he did and the sound of his voice felt like fresh air to her in that moment. All this time she had been drowning in her grief… but not for that split second. “Hey sweet cheeks.” he said , Y/N could hear the smile in his voice. For a moment she didn’t speak , she wasn’t sure she could actually. He always called her nicknames , knowing it drives her nuts. “Kai …” she said through tears. “W-would you come pick me up ? I … I wrecked my car…” “Where are you ?” he asked , his tone serious. Y/N looked around , trying to remember where she was or at least how she had gotten there. “Not sure …I .. I was at the Grill and wanted to go h-home but the car…” “Okay , I’ll find you. Just stay awake …” he said , hanging up. Y/N couldn’t stop the tears falling and she wasn’t even sure why she was crying. If it was from the pain in her head or because of everything that has happened in her life the past week. Her brother was her best friend. He always used to take care of her and protect her … and it was her fault he had died. Y/N never wanted to get him in the crosshairs of all the things going on in Mystic Falls , but in town this small it was inevitable , specially considering she was friends with so many supernaturals. The night he had died he had done exactly what he always did - put her first , saving her life. She closed her eyes trying to push away the image of her brother dying in her hands , blood covering her hands as she tried to cover the wound on his neck. “I’m so sorry.” she muttered , tears streaming down her face. “It should’ve been me.” Caroline had been too late at the scene to heal him… and earlier that day had been the funeral. Every one of her friends wanted to stay with her and comfort her but she had pushed all of them away. Instead she had chosen to be alone and drown the pain in alcohol. It wasn’t like her to do something like this , she was the responsable one… but sometimes emotions cloud judgement.

A loud bang snapped her to reality and she opened her eyes to find Kai who was trying to open the car door to pull her out. His eyes widened at the bleeding wound on her forehead , blood slightly tickling down her face. He tried again and this time the door came off. Kai reached inside placing his hands under her hips , the other on her back as she wrapped one of her hands around his neck holding tight and he pulled her out. Kai held her in his hands close to his chest , a broken expression on his face. Of all the people in this town Y/N was the only one he could call ‘friend’ even if she didn’t like him much , she’d always listen to him or pay attention to him. Her life had gone to hell the past few days and he wished there was something he could do to fix it. She was a good person , she deserved better. He let her gently down on her feet , still holding her with one arm just in case she couldn’t stand on her feet and he was right - the moment he let her down her knees buckled and she nearly fell. “Y/N?” he said worried , ticking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Can you hear me ?” “He’s gone… It’s my fault he is gone.” she said , her voice barely audiable. Kai sighed , he recognised that kind of pain and knew there wasn’t much he could do to help her. He bit his wrist and brought it to her lips , making her drink his blood to heal. Y/N gripped his wrist drinking in and a few moments later the wound on her head closed , the dizzyness slightly going away. “Come on , I’ll take you home. You need rest.” he said softly , letting her stand on her own but she had wrapped her arms around him tight. “No!” she protested. “No …I - I don’t want to go home … I can feel him everywhere in the house.” tears started rolling down her cheeks again. “Alright then …” he said wrapping his arms around her. “Hold on tight , I know just the place…”

* * *

Y/N had never been in Kai’s apartment before. It felt like home. His place wasn’t big - the front door directly led into the living room / small kitchen , two small hallways leading towards his bedroom and the bathroom. Y/N looked around with curious eyes taking it all in and the corners of her mouth twitched for a second. Kai’s place was really nice. She took a few steps towards the window when Kai grabbed her and lifted her on the kitchen counter. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” he said , grabbing a small towel gently cleaning the blood off her face. “Do you … want to talk about it ? You know I’ll always listen…” Y/N just shook her head. That was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Kai wanted to say something comfort her , but for the first time in ages he was speechless , so he just kept watering the town a little and wiping the semi - drained blood off her face. After a few minutes Kai had cleaned up all the blood from her face and now was cleaning her hands. Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off him , he looked so different … she had never seen this side of him. “Kai …” she said , making him look at her. “Thank you.” Y/N gave him a small smile and unless she was imagining it , his eyes lit up when she did. “Not just for coming to my rescue , but for being at the funeral.” Kai looked surprised she had even noticed him there. He had stayed away , not wanting to cause any trouble for her with her friends but also because he had been afraid she didn’t want him there. Why would she ? “I .. I wanted to be there for you , but wasn’t sure if you’d want me to…” he said nervously. Y/N entertwined her fingers with his. “You being there made it a lot less painful.” she said. It was true. They had a complicated friendship , but whenever one needed the other they were always there for each other , even without saying a word. She didn’t know why she cared about him or why he cared about her… they just did. A long moment passed and both of them couldn’t stop looking at each other … and then he looked away , glancing at the blood stained towel in his hands. “I um … the bathroom is down the hall , if you want to take a shower or something …” he said awkwardly , washing the towel. Y/N slid off the counter and wrapped her arms around him from the back , resting her head on his back for a moment before going to take a shower. Kai tensed. She had never hugged him before and he wasn’t sure why she had. His eyes followed her as she left the room. A few minutes ago he heard the shower being turned out , followed by her sobs. He tried not to listen but he was worried something might happen to her - that she’d slip or something and he waited for her while picking up some clothes for her to wear after. When he heard the water stop and her footsteps approaching , he swiftly left the apartment without her noticing and headed to the 24hr store across the street. Y/N wrapped the towel carefuly around her body , making sure it covered her enough so she’d be able to walk out of the bathroom. Carefully she walked out glancing down the hall , looking for Kai but he wasn’t there. He had left out some of his clothes for her to wear - a tshirt and a pair of sweats - which was great He was nowhere to be seen in the apartment , and she changed fast curling up on the couch wrapping her hands around her knees. About half an hour later Kai came back , a paper bag in his hands. He sighed and smiled when he saw her curled up into a ball. “I got you chocolate. Nuts and no nuts … ” he said sitting on the couch next to her , as she sat up reaching for the paper bag. “And ice cream too. Not sure how much it will help but…” “You being here helps a lot more than sugary stuff ever would. Thank you.” she said with a small smile. Kai smiled and the this time Y/N was sure there was a glow in his eyes. “I’ll always be there for you.” he said smiling. They talked for a while , eating chocolate and ice cream. Kai was happy he had gotten her to smile once. After a while Y/N got sleepy and nearly fell asleep on his lap. He wasn’t sure what to do and didn’t want to wake her up , but in the end he lifted her up and took her to his bed , gently letting her down on it , covering her with a blanket before heading towards the couch in the livingroom. “Kai?” Y/N called out sleepily after him. “Pease stay … I don’t… I don’t want to be alone right now.” He turned and sat on the bed next to her, Y/N reaching out for his hand. “ Always.” he said softly , but she didn’t hear him already drifted away into a dreamless sleep.

_____________________ MASTERLIST March / April 2017 MASTERLIST MAY 2017 _____________________ Do NOT drink and drive , this story is fictional and its written just for fun.

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September Pet Horoscopes: What destiny Have in Store for Cats and dogs

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Updated August 31, 2020|For Dog People Added by Lisa Stardust September brings cooler, autumnal breezes and earlier sundowns our means,

introducing a sense of calmness. Generally, as points settle down seasonally, you can expect energies to become extra controlled, specifically throughout the last part of the month. This will certainly bring with it a greater awareness of how to let go of matters you can’t manage, as well as the ability to see when you’re being narcissistic or conceited, which is always tough to see in on your own. Here are a lot more specifics considering the astrological rundown of the month in advance: An emotional full moon in Pisces will certainly happen on September 1st around 10:20 p.m. PST. It’s crucial to welcome one’s instinct during this lunar occasion. Chatty Mercury ends up being much less gossipy and also extra reasonable minded on September 5th when it goes into

Libra. Planet of love, Venus, takes on a larger than life character on the 6th, when it

teases its means into the indication Leo. Action world Mars starts its three-month-long retrograde journey in Aries on September 9th, increasing feelings and exhausting energies. Lucky as well as expansive Jupiter ends its four month retrograde trip on September 12th in Capricorn.

The tides will certainly turn in every person’s support consequently. The Virgo brand-new moon on September 17th will certainly bring resourceful concepts to everybody. The

Autumnal Equinox on September 22nd begins Libra period. September 27th brings Mercury’s ingress into investigative Scorpio. Saturn, who’s been backward for over

the past four months, turns straight on September 29th in Capricorn. Cat as well as Dog Horoscopes for September

Aries (March 21-April 19)

Fun is coming your way on September 6th, however you may be feeling a little too tired to wag your tail all day long on September 9th. Bear in mind, you do not constantly have to dig the most significant hole, go after all the dogs, or catch each and every single ball tossed your means. Not every task calls for the optimum quantity of effort. Conserve your power for the important things you most take pleasure in.

Taurus (April 20-May 20)

On September 9th, you may feel as if your parents aren’t being extremely mindful, which might make you feel like acting out and eating a set of pricey shoes or untangling a fresh roll of toilet tissue. Offer it a couple of days as well as lean into your user-friendly side on September 12th. Chances are that mom and dad are undergoing a bumpy ride today, and also it has much less to do with you than you think of. Attempt to be a great, recognizing close friend to them as well as locate some viewpoint: It’s not constantly about you.

Gemini (May 21-June 20)

It’s time to set some major boundaries with your parents and also close friends. With your social character, implementing framework and also limits in your relationships has constantly been tough, and you’ll experience simply exactly how hard this is for you on September 5th. You’re obtaining so much additional attention these days that it will certainly come to a head on September 9th, so having some individual room will be truly important on the 12th. By the time September 29th rolls in, you’ll more than happy with the limits you’ve produced.

Cancer(June 21-July 22)Your stress and anxieties will be increased on September 5th, which will certainly make you wish to take some time off from hanging with your friends that are worrying you out. As opposed to being social, it’s time to focus on focusing yourself. Remain close to house this month as well as discover your domestic side with tasks like playing with your preferred squeaky plaything, scratching up your favorite blog post, or viewing nature videos with mother and father. This month, much less is extra, and also you will

discover satisfaction as well as tranquility in chill tasks. Leo (July 23-August 22

)Your spirit is rising this month, so do a little twirl on the bridge and welcome your fabulousness on September 17th. Yes, also self-assured Leos require a confidence boost every once in a while! Your positive as well as care free vibe this month will help to highlight a lot of the new tricks you’ve gotten lately, like providing a high five as needed as well as some dance moves you’ll be wanting to flaunt on September 27th.

Virgo (August 23-September 22)

Ready or otherwise, September 2nd will certainly bring a pleasant flirtation your method. That’s right, Virgo! So maintain your eyes as well as heart open when hanging with your pack at the neighborhood pet dog park. Some might call it pup love, however you may sense that deep down, it’s even more. On September 12th, there’s potential for this connection to lead and also progress to a long term love. Ooh, la la!

Libra(September 23-October 22) Life is but a dream all month all September for you, dear Libra! We’re chatting long pet as well as feline snoozes adhered to by treats fed to you in the mid-day by your family pet parents. The only caveat to your fancy-free way of living is that the new moon on September 22nd will certainly compel you back out right into

public life, which you might not be ready for

just yet. Feel free to stay put; you’ve gained yourself a few more days of chillaxing. Scorpio(October 23-November 21) It’s time for you to face your fears, Scorpio! Although it might be difficult to stop barking at birds and shivering at electrical storms, September 22nd offers you a chance to look these shocks right in the eye. You’ll locate that by facing what frightens you head on, you’re able to acquire control over your satanic forces– not the other way around. You will feel freer by the end of the month.

Sagittarius (November 22-December 21)

September 17th provides you a little shot of ingenuity. You may stumble upon a dazzling originality that will assist you expand and also develop your attitude. Maybe as straightforward as changing up your day-to-day regimen to aiding your pet dog moms and dad adapt to their brand-new job schedule. You might also discover a trendy way to guarantee your human brother or sisters are focusing on their online courses. Whatever your brilliant suggestion is– run with it!

Capricorn( December 22-January 19)Positive changes are coming your way and you’re really feeling impressive this month. September 29th and also 12th are offering you additional pep to attain your spiritual objectives, which will be a subject of thought for you on the 17th. After bearing in mind from seeing your pet dog moms and dad work towards mindfulness, you’re inviting in higher minded tasks on your own, like reflection, yoga, and understanding the ideal descending canine placement.

Aquarius (January 20-February 18)

You might not really feel as though your pet dog moms and dads are paying attention to your barks as well as meows initially of the month. This may lead you to look for other innovative ways of revealing on your own on September 17th which can be viewed as remarkable. Don’t stress, Aquarius! September 27th brings a inventive and new way for you to interact to your pet dog moms and dads. And, this moment they’ll hear you loud and also clear. They’ll listen.

Pisces (February 19-March 20)

After a lengthy summer season at your pet dog parents’ beach house, you’re back in the swing of things. This indicates long trips to the regional pet dog park, which is terrific, yet it also implies that you’re visiting your ideal frenemy while cruising the pet kept up your pack on September 17th. Don’t bark or attack when you encounter them, just be type as well as squash the dramatization. Take the high road. Life– especially a canine’s life!.?.!!– is as well short to focus on anything but family, fun, or food, my good friend. Concerning the Author: Lisa Stardust has studied the zodiac for over a years as an astrologer and also cosmic writer, and also has added to sites as well as publications such as Teen Vogue, The Hoodwitch, Cosmopolitan, as well as O, Oprah Magazine. sidebar The Dog People Newsletter Join and also get$25 off animal sittingas well as canine walking!

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September Pet Horoscopes: What destiny Have in Store for Cats and dogs

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Updated August 31, 2020|For Dog People Added by Lisa Stardust September brings cooler, autumnal breezes and earlier sundowns our means,

introducing a sense of calmness. Generally, as points settle down seasonally, you can expect energies to become extra controlled, specifically throughout the last part of the month. This will certainly bring with it a greater awareness of how to let go of matters you can’t manage, as well as the ability to see when you’re being narcissistic or conceited, which is always tough to see in on your own. Here are a lot more specifics considering the astrological rundown of the month in advance: An emotional full moon in Pisces will certainly happen on September 1st around 10:20 p.m. PST. It’s crucial to welcome one’s instinct during this lunar occasion. Chatty Mercury ends up being much less gossipy and also extra reasonable minded on September 5th when it goes into

Libra. Planet of love, Venus, takes on a larger than life character on the 6th, when it

teases its means into the indication Leo. Action world Mars starts its three-month-long retrograde journey in Aries on September 9th, increasing feelings and exhausting energies. Lucky as well as expansive Jupiter ends its four month retrograde trip on September 12th in Capricorn.

The tides will certainly turn in every person’s support consequently. The Virgo brand-new moon on September 17th will certainly bring resourceful concepts to everybody. The

Autumnal Equinox on September 22nd begins Libra period. September 27th brings Mercury’s ingress into investigative Scorpio. Saturn, who’s been backward for over

the past four months, turns straight on September 29th in Capricorn. Cat as well as Dog Horoscopes for September

Aries (March 21-April 19)

Fun is coming your way on September 6th, however you may be feeling a little too tired to wag your tail all day long on September 9th. Bear in mind, you do not constantly have to dig the most significant hole, go after all the dogs, or catch each and every single ball tossed your means. Not every task calls for the optimum quantity of effort. Conserve your power for the important things you most take pleasure in.

Taurus (April 20-May 20)

On September 9th, you may feel as if your parents aren’t being extremely mindful, which might make you feel like acting out and eating a set of pricey shoes or untangling a fresh roll of toilet tissue. Offer it a couple of days as well as lean into your user-friendly side on September 12th. Chances are that mom and dad are undergoing a bumpy ride today, and also it has much less to do with you than you think of. Attempt to be a great, recognizing close friend to them as well as locate some viewpoint: It’s not constantly about you.

Gemini (May 21-June 20)

It’s time to set some major boundaries with your parents and also close friends. With your social character, implementing framework and also limits in your relationships has constantly been tough, and you’ll experience simply exactly how hard this is for you on September 5th. You’re obtaining so much additional attention these days that it will certainly come to a head on September 9th, so having some individual room will be truly important on the 12th. By the time September 29th rolls in, you’ll more than happy with the limits you’ve produced.

Cancer(June 21-July 22)Your stress and anxieties will be increased on September 5th, which will certainly make you wish to take some time off from hanging with your friends that are worrying you out. As opposed to being social, it’s time to focus on focusing yourself. Remain close to house this month as well as discover your domestic side with tasks like playing with your preferred squeaky plaything, scratching up your favorite blog post, or viewing nature videos with mother and father. This month, much less is extra, and also you will

discover satisfaction as well as tranquility in chill tasks. Leo (July 23-August 22

)Your spirit is rising this month, so do a little twirl on the bridge and welcome your fabulousness on September 17th. Yes, also self-assured Leos require a confidence boost every once in a while! Your positive as well as care free vibe this month will help to highlight a lot of the new tricks you’ve gotten lately, like providing a high five as needed as well as some dance moves you’ll be wanting to flaunt on September 27th.

Virgo (August 23-September 22)

Ready or otherwise, September 2nd will certainly bring a pleasant flirtation your method. That’s right, Virgo! So maintain your eyes as well as heart open when hanging with your pack at the neighborhood pet dog park. Some might call it pup love, however you may sense that deep down, it’s even more. On September 12th, there’s potential for this connection to lead and also progress to a long term love. Ooh, la la!

Libra(September 23-October 22) Life is but a dream all month all September for you, dear Libra! We’re chatting long pet as well as feline snoozes adhered to by treats fed to you in the mid-day by your family pet parents. The only caveat to your fancy-free way of living is that the new moon on September 22nd will certainly compel you back out right into

public life, which you might not be ready for

just yet. Feel free to stay put; you’ve gained yourself a few more days of chillaxing. Scorpio(October 23-November 21) It’s time for you to face your fears, Scorpio! Although it might be difficult to stop barking at birds and shivering at electrical storms, September 22nd offers you a chance to look these shocks right in the eye. You’ll locate that by facing what frightens you head on, you’re able to acquire control over your satanic forces– not the other way around. You will feel freer by the end of the month.

Sagittarius (November 22-December 21)

September 17th provides you a little shot of ingenuity. You may stumble upon a dazzling originality that will assist you expand and also develop your attitude. Maybe as straightforward as changing up your day-to-day regimen to aiding your pet dog moms and dad adapt to their brand-new job schedule. You might also discover a trendy way to guarantee your human brother or sisters are focusing on their online courses. Whatever your brilliant suggestion is– run with it!

Capricorn( December 22-January 19)Positive changes are coming your way and you’re really feeling impressive this month. September 29th and also 12th are offering you additional pep to attain your spiritual objectives, which will be a subject of thought for you on the 17th. After bearing in mind from seeing your pet dog moms and dad work towards mindfulness, you’re inviting in higher minded tasks on your own, like reflection, yoga, and understanding the ideal descending canine placement.

Aquarius (January 20-February 18)

You might not really feel as though your pet dog moms and dads are paying attention to your barks as well as meows initially of the month. This may lead you to look for other innovative ways of revealing on your own on September 17th which can be viewed as remarkable. Don’t stress, Aquarius! September 27th brings a inventive and new way for you to interact to your pet dog moms and dads. And, this moment they’ll hear you loud and also clear. They’ll listen.

Pisces (February 19-March 20)

After a lengthy summer season at your pet dog parents’ beach house, you’re back in the swing of things. This indicates long trips to the regional pet dog park, which is terrific, yet it also implies that you’re visiting your ideal frenemy while cruising the pet kept up your pack on September 17th. Don’t bark or attack when you encounter them, just be type as well as squash the dramatization. Take the high road. Life– especially a canine’s life!.?.!!– is as well short to focus on anything but family, fun, or food, my good friend. Concerning the Author: Lisa Stardust has studied the zodiac for over a years as an astrologer and also cosmic writer, and also has added to sites as well as publications such as Teen Vogue, The Hoodwitch, Cosmopolitan, as well as O, Oprah Magazine. sidebar The Dog People Newsletter Join and also get$25 off animal sittingas well as canine walking!

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