#also so confused by kat being mature and pretty

[inkalight]

Izuku got quirked back into his middle school body and Katsuki is gonna keep him safe from the villains that quirked him (cause he lost ofa). Poor Izuku fell back into his anxious scrungly lil sad bean nature. Fortunately Kacchan will be there for him when he needs it.

#my art #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #deku #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #izuku #kacchan #katsuki #middle school izuku #quirk shenanigans #bkdk #ktdk #Deku is shy #also so confused by kat being mature and pretty

[mrsbsmooth]

So we know you love Lewie 💗💗 Any thoughts on the other islanders, the season so far, the twin twist? And what steamy fics can we expect from you 🔥🔥My request is for a threesome with Ozzy and Marshall 🥵👯‍♂️ Wait, am I Kat?! 🤣

tbf a LOT of the islanders are fire this season, so I’ll take them all! Ok, FB has turned me into thirsty Kat.

I MEANNNNNNNNNN

Honestly, thoughts are all over the place. But thank you so much for asking!!! Here they are as of today:

The Game:

The first 3 chapters - 8/10 I was going to give it a 7.5, because of the repeating dialogue and a few spelling mistakes, but so far, I think it's better written than Seasons 4 and 5- maybe on par with S3 which is a season I really enjoyed. I'm really liking how Amelia seems to be responding to how you treat her, especially if you look at the scripts. Whether or not that will affect her actions remains to be seen.

The MC - 8/10 I gotta say... she's pretty cute. It does take some fiddling to get her the way you want her, and some of her facial expressions make it look like she's had botched lip job, but overall, she's definitely prettier than S4 and S5. (Except your S5 MC ^^ wtf she's so pretty???)

The LIs - 9/10 So far, I'm really liking what I'm seeing. Yeah, some of their dialogue is the same. But I think they're different enough in personality and where it matters that it's not as noticeable as it was in say, Season 4, where James and Bruno shared a whole heap of the same dialogue, but it was clearly written with Bruno in mind, so it just seemed OOC for James. We've got a cocky dancer with a hopeless romantic streak; a golden retriever boyfriend with a soft spot for his Nan; a funny, cheeky skateboarder with a 'why-don't-you-make-me' level of flirt; and also Ryan is there. The personalities are distinct, the character designs are great, I'm really looking forward to finding out more about them

Overall design and concept- 7/10 I gotta say, I'm optimistic. It's starting out really strong for a new season. I get that it's not everyone's cup of tea, as it's a little 'gimmicky', but that's the road Fusebox are going down with the past few seasons. They're not just doing an 'open play' like S1, 2 and 3 where you come in as an OG and play all the way through. 4,5, and 6 are all 'themed', and I think having a twin in the villa is a cool concept that'll be worth exploring. It's been easy in previous seasons to just play for yourself, and say 'fuck these hoes' and just take whatever LI you want. But when it's your own sister, I think it'll make it harder to go after what you want - a moral dilemma with a family flavour. I kinda love it. Plus, if you have an identical twin that's as hot as you are, I doubt this is the first time you've had men confused about which one of you to pick💀

The Islanders:

Bella - hot. flawlessly hot. incredible rack. Her character design is absolutely gorgeous, and she is gonna be a fan favourite for sure. She just seems so fun, similar to Cora from S4, but more mature and ready for a romantic relationship. Can't wait to watch her bloom.

Grace - FB I will never forgive you for not making her a LI. I want her, those curves just *chefs kiss*. But honestly, if anyone's gonna be my bestie, I'm feeling it ith Grace. Yeah, she seems to like Ozzy, but she doesn't seem like the type to get her claws in and latch on for dear life a la Kat or Hope. Let's just hope and pray and beg that they're not making a brown girl villain again.

Ivy - I told y'all from the moment I saw her that I didn't trust this bitch. She looks too much like my cousin and my cousin is a backstabbing skank. I'm loving the concept of her though, this super type-A girl who (I almost guarantee) is either going to a) get kicked out early for being too picky, or b) have the most beautiful redemption arc where she ends up with a guy who ticks exactly zero of her boxes but she falls for him anyway. However, given Fusebox's history, I'm gonna predict she's the villain for about 2 days, then gets booted, same as Lexi from S4.

Jamal - Boys with J names 🚩... but honestly he seems nice. He's my backup LI at the moment. I'll see how things go with my #1 and might start again with Jamal instead. I think you're gonna get some wonderfully steamy scenes with this one. He's giving Bobby x Arjun, and that is something that deeply appeals to me. Cheeky, cheeky, cheeky. He's a saucy little minx and he's gonna be trouble, I just know it. Love his design, love his character so far, really happy.

Lewie - I thought he was a little baby-faced to start with, but honestly, I look at him and my brain screams husband. I'm getting Bruno x Gary x Ciaran from this one, and oh dear me, if that's not a combo that makes me swoon IDK what is. Love him so far, he's such a sweetheart but I love a footy lad.

Ozzy - I'm suspicious. I know he's already captured a few peoples' attention, but I was a little dismissive with him and he seemed a bit... red flag-y. Just a little too arrogant, you know? A little too flirtatious for someone who's very aware of how into him Grace is. I did like that he'd never had a one night stand though, although not sure how that meshes with the celebrity he apparently hooked up with in the dance studio? Because in the challenge he said he'd never dated a celebrity, but he also said he's never had a one night stand, so did he have a celebrity FWB????? The stories just aren't adding up to me. I don't trust him. Also his jaw's too sharp. And his flirty face looks like Rocco from S2. This one:

🥴

Ryan - Literally who? I keep forgetting he exists. Take your Timothee Chalamet ass away. IDK why but I'm getting Nicolas vibes from this one. 0/10 do not trust. It's something about the face.

Fics:

You want steamy fics? The @litgwritersroom asks are open, just sayinnnn

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[whateven333]

A mature bonkai reunion how would you approach it after or during legacies?

In regards to mature BK during legacies I'm unsure, I've never watched legacies but I know that Bonnie never appears in that show but Kai appears on it and the general opinion seems to be that he was ooc in it

I think something that would have avoided him being ooc in that show, might have been to have him paired in scenes with Bonnie, (but just to clarify I would never actually want Bonnie/ Kat to be anywhere near any of those writers, this is just hypothetically speaking)

I feel that he seemed most true to his character and he had more interesting reactions/ interactions when his character was paired with Bonnie.

I tried looking up Kai's storyline on legacies...but I just didn't really know what any of that was or who other characters were meant to really be except for like Jo's grown up twins and Alaric ? - freakin Alaric man ...anyways

I was so confused, I thought Kai was left chained up in Karaoke Hell prison world or whatever but for some reason in legacies theres all these other random people that were students? Being punished? Alaric sent them there? I think I'm misremembering what I read 😭

I'm sorry for the legacies rant, but since I didn't even watch anywhere close to all of TVD I'm even more confused about what's supposed to be going on with Legacies 😭😭

So im gonna have to leave legacies stuff out of this but for mature BK -after the events of TVD but ignoring the part where they randomly sent Bonnie off to Africa:

I'm thinking we have Kai in his Karaoke prison world, he's all bitter and angry and half-dessicated.

We have Bonnie, who on the outside seems to be doing good, maybe she's found some distant Bennett relatives, so she moves to where they are, it's a quiet town, there's a local witch community who her relatives introduced her to, she keeps in touch with the gang from Mystic Falls from time to time, all seems to be going well, but maybe too well ?

Maybe she's a little bored ? For the majority of her life she's been in the centre of so much mayhem, whether she wanted to be or not. She knows she deserves peace, she deserves to rest. It just seems like she doesn't know how though. She probably wouldn't describe herself as a thrill-seeker, yet she finds herself drawn to other people's problems -the witchy kind of problems that require witchy solutions... and maybe siphon solutions.

She doesn't know many siphoners, to her annoyance, they seem pretty rare and she wouldn't feel right forcing just any of them to do her bidding. Except, she knows one siphoner who she wouldn't feel guilty about ensnaring to join her cause.

And so, she gets him out (we all got that one prisoner we keep locked away in an alternate dimension, guys chill).

And our boy Kai is as vengeful as ever, he will obviously not make this easy for her and Bonnie knows this, so she takes some necessary precautions -a spell to ensure that he is bound to her in some way, but he is still a pretty powerful coven leader (nvm the fact that coven's population is very small now) so the spell comes with some stipulations -she is in turn bound to him.

The spell ensures they're not able to hurt each other past a certain degree, so cue a ton of psychological warfare on both sides as they both try and out-manipulate the other (it turns into a power play sort of situation *wink wink*).

Kinky shenanigans.

I'm done.

(Hi Anon ! I feel there's a chance I may have misunderstood the ask 😖 I'm sorry <3, also I probably went off topic but when do I not lol, Uni has me stressed asf so my brains a little...ugh, so I'm sorry for the delay in response, also this was probs vague as hell -I wanted to come up with something more but this was all I could produce I'm afraid 😭 I hope you don't mind, thank you so much for the ask 💖)

#bonkai #bonnie bennett #kai parker #bonnie x kai #ask

[igotanidea]

The Raven's daughter: Morpheus x Matthew's daughter part 7

previously: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6 (catching up is highly recommended)

Part 7

A kickass party

-Well, sure as hell it took you long enough- Kat greeted her friends, fairly annoyed – do you wish to tell me what kept you.

- Not really, but you’re not gonna let me of lightly, are you.

- Not a chance.

- Great. Because that’s exactly what I need – relieving the most terrible day of my life – y/n entered the cafeteria and started to study the menu for the day. Nothing particularly interesting and she was wondering if maybe she should skip the meal, but the rumbling in her belly had different plans.

- Oh come, on, y/n. Spill the bean – Kat had already made an order and now was dragging her friend towards one of the tables.

- I got suspended.

- what? – Kat snarked – the golden child got punished? Oh God! What did you do you rebel?

- I called the classes off. Nearly anyone showed up so there was no point in conducting it. Or at least it seemed like that at the point. Clearly a mistake from my part – y/n sighed

- How long?

- Three days. Gadling will be assigned to my students until next week, can you imagine that?

- Well, he is hot, so maybe you could use that as an excuse to ….

- Kat!

- What? You can’t stay single forever, you know. You are not getting younger and skinnier, girl. And speaking of boys, I’m actually pretty glad you got so much time on your hands now.

- Yeah, thanks for lifting my spirits, my friend. What’s your idea than?

- A party!

- A party? – y/n looked at her confused – are you serious.

- No. I’m not. You are making up for both of us. Thus, you have to let go of all the tension, so … party. And before you say no….

-Im down for it.

- …. Let me tell you why…... Wait? You’re actually saying yes?  Who are you and what did you do to my friend?

- It’s like in this Avril song, you know all my life I’ve been good but now….

- That’s what I’m talking about! – Kat threw a fist in the air – my girl! So, the plan…

- You’ve already made a plan?

- Obviously. I know damn well that only facts speak to you, so I just in case I prepared my case for presentation.

- Not only facts.

- Of course not – Kat nodded in agreement – you are miss imagination after all. So imagine how much fun we are going to have. Oh, and we have a third musketeer coming. – she waved a hand towards another women who was just entering the cafeteria. – Sarah!

- Morning ladies, how’s your day so far? – the elegant redhead approached them and put her designer bag on the chair.

y/n rolled her eyes. She definitely wasn’t going to repeat the story.

-Someone’s in the mood – Sarah stated

- Don’t mind her. y/n had quite an eventful forenoon. However, I did my magic to convince her to participate in our ladies’ night.

- Magic, indeed, than. – Sarah smiled.

-Oh, come on, I’m not a bore – y/n exclaimed – just ….  mature. And I can’t believe you were involved in this shenanigans, Sarah.

-To be honest, I was plan B. Kat was going to win you with arguments, and I planned on attacking with threats.

-I’m glad it didn’t come to that

- So do I. Anyhow, since I’m the only one with the car, I’m going to pick you both up at 8 sharp. Be ready.

***

Growing up, y/n was never a party animal. Well, even as a grown-up woman she never aspired for that. On one hand she watched a lot of girls who felt at a club like at home, with their fancy dresses, looking hot and feminine and wondered if she could ever be like that, on the other always believed herself to not be good enough. Being self-conscious with her body and general outlook dolling up was always out of her reach. Supposedly she was afraid to make a fool out of herself. No one really noticed that though, because if anything she knew perfectly how to cover up. And what’s more, y/n was never jealous. It was more like a guilt inside her that she is not a picture of a perfect women, whatever that may mean. And that was also the reason why she struggled with relationships as her friend nicely mentioned.

However, making a promise to Kat and Sarah she made effort to get ready. Trying to balance her own comfort and the specifics of a club she picked up a blue sleeveless trouser suit. Nothing to extravagant or defiant yet still party-like. Hair down, luckily it was best to just leave them natural. Just a quick glance in the mirror just to avoid any second thoughts and she was ready to go.

Sarah and Kat were right on time and without any further delay the girls reached the destination point.

-This was a mistake – y/n stated the very second they reached the entrance.

-Oh, come on, girl, you can’t back out now. Besides, it’s only gonna get better, you’ll see.

-Ladies, less talking, more partying – Sarah grabbed her friends and dragged them both inside.

There were so many people. Like the club was just completely full, despite the fact that it was middle of the week. This seemed abstract to y/n, who was always mature to quote her own words.

-I don’t feel good – she stated again as the crowd surrounded her pulling her towards the dance floor. – I’m gonna….  I think I’m gonna grab us some drinks, if that’s ok with you two.

-I could use a beverage – Sarah said – but you’re not going alone. We’re in this together and besides it’s better to watch each other backs, you never know what can happen.

- Sarah’s right – Kat chimed in as the girls elbowed their way through the crowd– I’ve heard enough stories about roofies to make me not want to be a part of one. Bartender! – she yelled – three shots of vodka, por favor.

-Since when do you speak Spanish?

- Since I’m trying to complete my Spanish outlook. Don’t you think it suits me? – Kat turned around. With her curly dark hair, red lipstick and tight dress she did in fact look Spain-like. As for Sarah she choose a mini skirt and strapless shirt and her hair was straightened and shiny.

- Yeah, it does – y/n took a sip of her drink suddenly feeling heavy underdressed.

- Oh no, no, no. – Kat pointed a finger towards her friend – no long face. I can read your mind, I know what you are thinking right now.

- Really? Please, enlighten me.

- You think yourself to not fit in this place. You believe you are a duff, don’t you?

- Wow. That was painful, Kat, seriously. And completely unnecessary – Sarah smacked the brunette.

-What? I’m just telling that’s how y/n feels, I never say that’s true.

-You can be such an idiot, Kat – Sarah rolled her eyes – come on, y/n let’s hit the dancefloor. This will cheer you up.

- Yeah, I’m gonna stay here for a while if you don’t mind. But you go, go have fun – I’ll join you in a minute, I promise.

When Kat and Sarah started dancing it was captivating. Their moves were intoxicating and capturing the attention of everyone around them – both man and woman. y/n was both jealous of her friends’ sex appeal and proud to be with them and sad that she herself would probably never get to be like that.

-Have you seen that red head? Man, she is hot – y/n heard a man across the bar, clearly talking about Sarah

-You don’t stand a chance man – the other one laughed – I think you might as well take your chances with her friend. You know, the one in blue, right there – he pointed a finger towards y/n. – She’s watching us right now. Poor thing, with that look she will be alone for the rest of her life. Nobody would want to touch her with that look.

Once again  y/n felt sick to her stomach. Hearing something like that was brutal and her first instinct was to flee the club, get back to her house and lay down on the bed with some good book. However, doing something like that would be like handing the argument to her tormentors. Y/n finished her drink, put the glass on the counter with a loud bang, and joined her dancing friends. Loosing herself in the music and the movement she completely forgot where she was, until she felt a hand sneaking on her waist and a strong arm pulling her outside the building into the dark alley. A little overwhelmed and light headed she had no power to oppose to whoever it was.

-Let go off me – she finally yelled as the cool air brought her back to reality.

-That one’s feisty – a man laughed – she’s gonna be a good starter before we hook up with her friends. – this was one of the group who was laughing at her at the bar, the girl now recognized him clearly.

- Trust me, you don’t want to do this – she spoke calming herself, even though her hands were shaking a little bit.

-And why is that, little one? What exactly is stopping me? I’m a man and you are a woman, you have no say in what I’m about to do.

-Honestly, I have no idea in what century you’re living, but it’s 2022. Women are actually equal to men, it not… better and definitely smarter – she smirked

- Careful, doll. Me and my friend may have quite a different opinion on that – he spated as three other man started to surround their prey.

- Once again  - you don’t want to do this.

-Oh, we do – with one step the man was right in front of the girl, grabbing her wrist, while the other squeezed her waist.

-Damn it, don’t say I didn’t warn you all. 

Y/n was quick to turn around and kicking the man behind in the groins causing him to fall to the ground. Then she quickly moved towards the one grabbing her arm, using the other to punch him straight into the nose. As for the other two -  one got a kick from a half turn which left him mazed and the other, who was bold enough to come directly at her trying to use some hand movement was knocked off his feet when y/n popped a squat and made a single leg movement. With all her punched and kick all of the men was soon lying on the ground lifeless. Even though she was safe now, the girl was shaking a bit, all of the emotions now getting out.

-y/n! – Sarah and Kat flounced off the club looking for her, terror on their faces visible when they noticed some unconscious men on the ground – what happened? Are you ok?  

-Yes! – y/n started laughing frantically – Honestly I’ve never been better.

-But… but what happened? Did you do this? – Kat pointed at the surroundings.

-Not to brag, but yes, this was my doing.

-How? I didn’t know you know how to fight

- I watch a lot of Cobra Kai, you know. After some time you learn some useful movement – y/n grinned. – Anyway I think I have enough for one night, I’m heading home. But you were right, this was fun.

-Wait, y/n you can’t walk alone at night. I’m gonna give you a lift, so ….

Before she could finish her sentence, a tall, broody man came from the shadows.

-I’ll be taking care of miss y/n, now – he spoke in dark yet silky voice.

- And who may you be, sir – Kat defensive attitude got the best of her.

- Hold the fire, Kat – y/n reassured her – he’s a … an acquaintance. I’m gonna go with him, I think I’ll be safe.

- You think? – Sarah hissed – that’s not enough for me. I’m not letting my friend get into any more trouble.

-I know how to defense myself, remember? – y/n didn’t bother mentioning that her little karate trick would be nothing against the Lord of the Dreams. – I’m gonna be fine, I promise. I got backup – she nodded as a certain Raven flew from the sky and sat right on the girls arm.

-Fine. But call me as soon as you get home. This is all weird like hell. – Kat and Sarah turned around, got into the car and drove away while y/n turned towards her visitor.

- Hello Dream, what brings you to the Waking, now?  

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[androgynousblackbox]

I'm so confused bc from what I'm seeing it's that JG and JS had a disagreement about his view on Nebula then fans blew up?? Idek how Kat Lo is supposed to be directly involved, I'm so confused and SA is a damn big accusation. What's happening??

Okay, okay, so for what I am understanding this is what happened: James Somerton went full entitled whinny baby on twitter to complain about how Nebula Senpai didn't noticed him, despite how desperate he is to be noticed, after hearing a podcat where Nebula says they reject creators that try too hard to be noticed. He whinned about how Nebula didn't reject him out right, even thought it's pretty obvious that is what they did, because he thinks he is owed that much. Then he pull out from his ass that this must mean that Nebula actually dislikes queer content creators who create exclusively queer content, even though a ton of the biggest creators on the platform are queer (some of them assholes too, but queer assholes). This naturally ruffled some feathers and people criticized him for it, something that the widdle baby Somerton can't handle at fucking all. At some point Jessie Gender came saying "hey, you are literally erasing my work that is heavily queer too, what the fuck", on far more gentler words than I would have mustered for this fuck, and, from what I can gather, Jessie went on to say that she had a good experience on Nebula. In response to this James Somerton made the claims that fans of Jessie (her fans specifically, because he did it with a screenshot of Jessie's tweet) were harassing him and threatening so hard that he totally had the police involved now. This piece of shit even had the fucking gall to say "can someone tell her what she is doing?", implying that Jessie Gender was the responsible for all of it and she didn't realize how much she was hurting widdle tiny baby Somerton. Keep in mind, again, that literally all Jessie did was tell this fuck to not erase her queer content just because his stink of desperation wasn't attractive for Nebula. Again, with words far kinder that I would have. Also! No fucking screenshots of this supposed massive harassment of him that it was so fucking severe that he had to call police for it, not that I could find. And the police CONVENIENTLY told him to not say a word about it, for some reason, so he wasn't allowed to share anything even if he wanted to! Police says so, you just gotta trust him this definitely happened, man! At some point during all of this he commented to someone that a woman (who I imagine we are meant to assume was another harasser just making up lies to get under his skin) was threatening to accuse him of SA. So now, if someone DOES come out with SA allegations against James Somerton they can be dismissed entirely because clearly, they are just some unhinged Jessie Gender fan who can't accept that Somerton has the bravery of dennouncing the gatekeeping of Nebula (who had the audacity of rejecting Somerton, who for some reason thinks is entirely entitled to the platform) or someone who purely does it for spite! Isn't that convenient? In any case, the take away of all of this is that nobody suffers worse than James Somerton and anyone who criticized him for being an entitled whinny baby should feel bad and sorry. Oh, during this or a bit after, not entirely sure about the timeline, the producer of Hbomberguy, Kat Lo, talked about all of this, the SA allegations (that Somerton brought on his own, a fucking red flag) and the plagiarism (that can be easily proven with a simple google search). Fans of baby Somerton responded as the mature well adjusted adults that they are and harassed her, defended Somerton and tried to dismiss everything out right while calling her straight and try to paint talking about factual things that happened as homophobia.

James Somerton deleted his twitter in the end. And that is all.

Good fucking riddance.

#james somerton sucks

[kiarcheo]

Hug-a, hug-a, hug-a, hug me    

If you had told Catalina that she would come back centuries in the future and live with Henry’s five other wives and that she’d be closest with the fifth one…she would have…well, she  would have had you declared insane after the first part, to be honest. And even in the earliest days in the new world, she would have never believed you regarding who would be her favourite companion.

Also posted on Ao3

Catalina knew how she was seen. The first queen. The legitimate one. Regal. Composed. Always in control, keeping a cool head.  Steadfast. Proud. The paragon of royalty.

She is also human. And a Spaniard. And while she usually isn’t one to give into stereotypes (heavens knows she hates being boxed in any way when she is so much more complex than any oversimplified and general belief can convey), there was something she had noticed in her first life too. Arthur had been polite and courteous, but certainly not affectionate.  But considering that they were fifteen-year-old, unable to communicate properly because of language barriers and after few months they both got sick and then he died…circumstances and timings didn’t help. Once she married Henry, she thought it would be different. But since the beginning, while he was eager to be intimate with her, outside of the bedchambers he would shy away. If she tried to sit next to him or take his hand for no specific reason, he would look at her weirdly (and downright annoyed, later on). Even her English ladies-in-waiting, while no strangers to sharing a bed, would look oddly at her interactions with her darling Maria, or even with little Mary, attributing them to her ‘Mediterranean temperament’.

But now she is back, along with the other five wives of her (second) husband. And while it seems that affections are more widespread and accepted in this modern world, even in public, things didn’t change for her.

Don’t get her wrong. After a difficult period of adjustment, the queens had settled down nicely. Catalina has no doubt that they all care for each other, but people have different ways of showing they care. So yes. Does she think the queens love her? Yes (and she loves them back).  But is she going to knock on their doors and beg for some affection? Absolutely not. She went through one lifetime without humiliating herself like that, she will go through this one too.

That’s how she finds herself in front of the tv, the credits rolling after a documentary about the Alhambra, sobbing not so quietly into the empty house. Or what she thought was empty.

Because Kat is in the doorway, frozen, looking like a deer in the headlight. Catalina can almost see her mentally calculating whether she can just silently turn around and slip away, before realising that she had been noticed. Kat takes a step forward into the room. ‘Would you like a hug?’

Catalina honestly can’t remember the last time she hugged someone. And she had said she was not going to beg, but if it was offered…she gives a shaking nod.

Kat sits down on the couch next to her and after a moment of hesitation draws her into her arms. Catalina doesn’t know how long they stay like that. She just knows it’s so…nice doesn’t even begin to cover it. It’s almost a transcending experience.

‘You give really good hugs.’

‘Thanks?’ Kat sounds unsure at how to reply to that. ‘Why do you sound surprised? Did you expect me to be bad?’

She settles for a teasing tone and Catalina can see Anne’s influence, using humour to deflect and lighten up situations. To be honest she thought it was going to be a quick, perfunctory hug. Out of pity. She didn’t expect Kat to commit to it, to fully embrace her. Kat is warm and relaxed, and in her arms she feels surprisingly safe.

‘I expected a pat on the back.’ She admits. ‘I know you’re not really comfortable with me.’

‘Why do you say that?’

She reluctantly moves away. It feels stupid to answer that it’s because Kat had basically avoided any physical contact with her while lying in her arms.

‘You and Anne often sleep in the same bed and she shares her blanket with you during movies.’ Catalina expands on her reply as she sees Kat looking genuinely confused. ‘You let Jane play hairdresser with your hair. Anna puts her arm on your shoulders when we’re out…I mean, I get it. Anne and Jane are your cousins. You knew Anna from before and she is your best friend. Cathy holds your hand…’

‘Is it a problem?’ Kat asks as Catalina trails off. She had never said anything to them before, but it wouldn’t be the first time that walking hand in hand with Cathy had sparkled some less than pleasant reaction.

Catalina is just having a realisation. Cathy always offers her hand and wait for Kat to take it. It’s always Anne who spreads the blanket over their laps and cuddles up. It’s Jane who asks if she can try something new with her hair (she had recently branched out to Anne, if she can catch her on a good day when she feels like sitting still – that’s how the space buns came to be. Catalina has a feeling that soon Jane will expand her experiments to the three not-related queens too).

‘I thought you just didn’t want to hug me.’ Not that she has ever seen her hugging the others, now that she thinks about it. Not spontaneously. Or unprompted.

If Kat thinks Catalina sounds a bit childish, she doesn’t let it show, to her relief. ‘I didn’t know you wanted me to.’ They have all heard Anne loudly demanding cuddles and Kat happily providing them.

‘But you never take the first step.’ Catalina continues, voicing her realisation. ‘You never initiate the contact, you don’t touch them first.’ And the rare times she does, it’s always after expressly asking. Catalina had never really noticed it before.

‘I just don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.’

Okay, so it’s actually on purpose. Wait a second- ‘Do we make you uncomfortable?’ She is ready to have a chat with her fellow queens.

‘No, of course not.’ Kat hurries to reassure her, sounding almost surprised that she could suggest such a thing.

‘Then why would you make us uncomfortable?’

Kat shrugs. ‘I don’t know. That’s kind of the point. What if you don’t want to be touched? In that moment at least?’

Oh. That went deeper that she thought. Quite usual with the girl, so she shouldn’t really be surprised anymore.  But selfishly she is too exhausted to tackle the issue in that moment. ‘Well, hugs are always welcome with me. I pretty much always want one to be honest.’

There is no overnight change. It’s not like Kat starts to come up to her and hug her spontaneously. But more and more often she approaches her. Asking if she wants company. Making a point of saying that she will be in her room but that her door is open. When it evolves in wordless exchanges, Kat pointing to the spot next to Catalina or patting the one next to herself in invitation and waiting for Catalina’s move, the older queen is relieved that she doesn’t have to vocalise what sometimes still feels like a weakness. And she starts to feel comfortable looking out for affection from Kat in the first place, even going as far as knocking on her closed door if it’s a particularly bad day. Which leads to talking about said bad days.

If you had told Catalina that she would come back centuries in the future and live with Henry’s five other wives and that she’d be closest with the fifth one…she would have…well, she would have had you declared insane after the first part, to be honest. And even in the earliest days in the new world, she would have never believed you regarding who would be her favourite companion. She would have first guessed Cathy, maybe growing closer through their personal connections and discussing their shared passion for supporting female education in the past (and its progress in the present). Or Anna, bonding over being shipped to another country without speaking the language to marry a random dude – well, a king – and then being humiliated on a national and international stage. Even Jane. She had liked her in their first life and it had been somehow satisfying to learn that she had stolen Henry from Anne like Anne did to her. And she didn’t blame her for having a son: you can’t choose those things, she and Anne would know. Certainly she wouldn’t have picked that slip of a girl, who also happened to be her…well, Anne Boleyn’s cousin – Anne, who was the only other one even more unlikely to be her closest friend.

And yet…here she was.

Catalina de Trastámara y Trastámara, finding respite in the company of Katherine Howard, who never refuses a cuddle and never judges. She had quickly stopped being surprised at how intelligent and mature the girl is. In not even 20 years Kat had gone through more stuff than most people would in their whole lifetime…and that was before she was brought back to life centuries after her traumatic death. So while sometimes Catalina feels almost maternal towards her (how shocked and disgusted she had been to discover that Henry had married someone younger than his own daughter, her dear Mary), it’s rather a relationship between equals…even if sometimes she is a bit protective. Perhaps that’s how older sisters feel? She has no idea as she had been the youngest. Is Kat her best friend? Can someone be your best friend if she already has another best friend? She never pondered on such matters in the past.    

A past that Kat knows the most about. Anne and Jane might have known her personally and been witnesses to certain events, but Kat has insight into her feelings and thoughts.

All queens have bad days connected to their past. In some cases everyone is aware of the dates and the reasons, the days of their deaths being the most obvious ones. Others are kept private. Like the day Catalina saw Mary for the last time. How is she supposed to share her pain with the others, when she is the only one who got to see her child growing up? And that’s not delving into what Mary did after she died, which is a whole other matter.

November hit Catalina particularly hard. The memories of her wedding day to Arthur by a long shot welcomed compared to the anniversaries of the deaths of her last three children.  She hadn’t slept a lot, and even when she did, she had been plagued by nightmares, either of her babies dying, their life on earth lasting mere hours, or of Mary committing atrocities in the name of the religion she had devoted her life to.

She feels like death warmed up and she must look like it, if the reactions she gets entering the kitchen that morning are any indication.

Anne stops talking which leads to Anna turning around to find out why. Jane follows and frowns at what she sees.

‘Are you okay?’ Jane’s question has Cathy looking up too.

By the time Kat finishes pouring her coffee (she’d be hard pressed to say who consumes more, her or Cathy) and turns around, everyone is staring at Catalina with worried expressions. Kat puts down her mug and opens her arms. Not overtly obvious. She can easily pass it as a gesture meant to say ‘what’s going on?’ but even if her arms aren’t raised, the look she gives Catalina conveys a clear message: ‘Do you need a hug?’

Catalina doesn’t hesitate. She rarely does when Kat offers a hug, but in that moment she doesn’t even care that there are other people around. She takes few quick steps and she is in her arms. Kat pivots them around so that Catalina wouldn’t meet the others’ stares if she happened to look up. It’s not necessary because Catalina curled into herself enough that she has her face tucked in Kat’s neck despite being taller…and she has no intention to leave her spot. She feels Kat’s hand into her hair. She remembers Kat asking if that was something she would enjoy and the teasing that ensued because she enjoyed it indeed. Kat had likened the contented noises that she had let out to purrs and joked that she should have been the one with the Cat nickname. Catalina had liked it so much that she had offered a trade-off to Kat, wanting to share the delight. She had learned that while Kat doesn’t mind Jane styling them, she generally doesn’t like people touching them, especially in intimate settings (and as they were half reclined on the couch when Kat admitted such a thing, Catalina tucked into her side…she could see how it could be seen as intimate).

Catalina doesn’t know when she had started crying, she just realises that she is. Just like she isn’t sure how long she has been in Kat’s arms, swaying lightly on the spot. She just knows that she is there. Buried into Kat, who has one hand scratching her head while her other arm is around her waist, holding her securely against her body.

‘Want to move to the couch?’

She doesn’t answer but Kat must have felt the movement of her head because she leads them there.

When Catalina comes around, she can feel Kat under her and a blanket covering them. They must have fallen asleep.

She opens one eye. Anne is sitting on the armchair. She raises her eyebrow once she notices Catalina is awake and looking at her. In the early days of their return she would have read it as an accusatory gesture but by now she knows that it’s mostly curiosity. She can see how the first queen sleeping on the youngest one would make a curious sight. And Anne is not only close to her cousin but also very perceptive, so even if Kat had not told her, she must have realised how shy the girl is with physical touch. And all the times Catalina had seen them sleeping together Kat was always the big spoon, so she reckons Anne is probably aware that Kat doesn’t like to feel trapped. So for her to sleep peacefully despite having Catalina half-lying on her…

She ignores Anne’s questioning gaze and looks around, making sure not to move her head too much lest she wakes Kat up. Anna is sitting at the table, holding her camera up to show the screen to Cathy, who is standing behind her chair.

The German queen had discovered a passion for photography, but since she doesn’t make a habit to bring her trusty camera to breakfast, Catalina assumes that she went to retrieve it to take a picture of them. The fond expression on Cathy’s face, the one that she usually has when she looks at Kat, lends credibility to her theory. She makes a mental note to ask for a copy of the picture.

She can hear puttering around in the kitchen. Maybe it’s near lunch time or maybe Jane just wanted to be nearby. She knows that they are likely worried…and curious. And she supposes that she can give an explanation. Not necessarily about her and Kat, that’s not just up to her. But about her breaking down. Anne, at the very least, has surely her fair share of sad anniversaries.

But if she moves she is going to wake Kat and heaven knows if the girl needs all the sleep that she can get when she can get, with the amount of nightmares keeping her up at night, whether her own or Anne’s (and Cathy’s too. More than once Catalina had been ready to go and check on her goddaughter after hearing unmistakable noises from her room only to see that Kat was already on the task). And she is so comfy and warm. She closes her eyes. Just…for…five…more…minutes…

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A/N: I love reading about the queens taking care of Kat because she deserves all the love, but sometime I want to see the opposite, with Kat taking care of the queens. And lately I have been on a Katherine-Catherine kick (besides the always present Parrward one) so...here it is. Hope you liked it.

#catherine and katherine #six the musical fanfiction #six the musical #six fic #six fanfiction #catalina just wants a hug #kat has plenty to give as long as you ask for them #six the musical fic #six fanfic #six catherine of aragon #six katherine howard #six writing #my posts #my six posts #mywork #my ideas #soft catherine of aragon

[mcybebailey]

ʻ   / wow ,   i am so excited  to introduce bailey pyo   to  our current  students at cape  coral . she is  extremely  excited to  join the film club .   coming  in as an  21  year  old freshmen ,  they  shouldn't  worry about  fitting in .   the cis female  taurus   has  always  reminded  me of park sooyoung  , but  some people  don't see it .   trying to keep the  fact that she has dropped out of three different colleges in the past few years and her parents used their connections to obtain the scholarship   from  getting  around this  school is going  to be tough . no  worries , though ,   cape coral will create  a new life for them , i  assure you . ʼ 

hi!! omg hi everyone i’m jala (gmt +8) wow i’m so excited to be here wow i’ve been lurking on this group for so long and i took the chance to apply once i saw it. this is my quiet bub who’s Trying(TM) and i have her somewhat complete bio HERE but under the cut is a bit of a sparknotes version and some connection ideas to help with plotting hopefully (and i’ll have a proper wanted connections page up soon) - but really i’m up for all the plots!

STATS

full name: bailey yerin pyo

nickname(s): bay, bays, pyo

birthdate: 20th april 1999 (taurus)

hometown: san francisco, california / moved to portland when she was 10

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

languages: english, korean

orientation: graysexual biromantic

major: (eventually) media studies, with a literature minor

faceclaim: park sooyoung (joy)

distinguishable features: soft & sleepy like eyes, a beauty mark on her nose, a nick on the left side of her jaw

aesthetic: worn out sneakers, naps under the warm sun, surprising tenacity, oversized flannels, band-aids plastered on the skin, postcards meticulously stuck on walls, blending into the background, weathered copies of books, quiet but not blind, soaking in the bathtub until the water goes cold, long raven-coloured hair, smelling faintly of lavender.

( - ) blunt, anxious, lazy, stubborn, cynical, cannot handle pressure, selfish, quiet, insecure, overthinker 

( + ) tough, observant, warm, perceptive, poised, mature, headstrong, creative, quirky

THINGS TO KNOW

[ tw for mentions of anxiety disorders ]

bailey’s a scholarship student! by not so honest means but she’s genuinely doing pretty good since she’s actually putting in effort into making sure her life is in Check. she’s by no means a teachers pet, and just in general doesn’t... bring much attention to herself.

genuinely kind of has a talent for blending into the background and disappearing from situations she doesn’t want to be in - which really has helped as much as it’s damaged her young life. she’s mousy and quiet by default, usually reading or writing a whole bunch.

likes to nap in between classes in quiet and/or strange corners on campus as she progressively finds them. she likes to say she has a talent for sleep, which really it’s impressive how quickly she can sleep and how she can w wake up from naps at the right times

really, she’s trying this time to be more social and make friends. she’s put herself off from it for so long that she figures it’s time you know? it’s not like she has any particular difficulty with it (unless it’s in a large group setting ie: in front of classrooms then... whew) - bailey is genuinely a warm person when talked to albeit maybe a tiny bit blunt. she just happens to be in her own head a lot.

that being said she’s extremely calm - almost too calm that’s it’s really a way she copes to try and not be anxious constantly. it works, for the most part, thankfully and it’s been keeping her stable enough mental health wise. keeps her from any more college-dropping-out-inducing incidents with her anxiety. (that being said she’s Big Anxiety internally)

kind Notices things very easily. she’s an observer and have been since she was younger but since becoming quieter as she’s grown, it’s just become more heightened. it’s not like she voices out these things willynilly, but she likes to keep these things in mind. makes for good inspo when she’s writing tbh. 

her family fits snugly into the upper middle class tbh!  she has two younger sister, one who’s doing pre-medicine in an ivy league school, so a lot of the family funds are going into paying for that sister’s college. also her past of dropping out really has her parents not trusting her anymore - which was why she ended up in parker community college in the first place.

she’s really... like straight edge, completely by choice! she’s genuinely not interested in drinking or drugs it’s just not her thing? (she’s got enough on her plate tbh) she is trying to be more social and is trying to go to parties but she’s just been Struggling tbh it’s not really her scene? also partly why she is not that Experienced compared to her peers in intimate matters? the closest she’s had is a couple of “almosts” from high school that ended up going nowhere

a ho for all kinds of media - she’ll talk your head off about the things she’s watching/reading if ever explicitly given the chance. 

SONGS

i just by red velvet - that smidgen of hope, of (trying to) leave all past troubles and actually try now. the mindset bailey is trying to get into now that she’s in cape coral and moving on with her life! her attempt at being a proper adult now and for her to just leave the past behind. the contrast of the driving edm with the heavy-ish lyrics also feels like it’s very bailey in terms of her mind and thoughts.

busted & blue by gorillaz - the song's feel captures bailey’s vibe overall, it’s chill, slightly downer in tone, but has a hint of hope as well within the words. the lyrics, too, feel like they were written in her voice. kind of similar to how she’d write a poem, for example, especially during her very tumultuous period of life when she was in and out of school and truly starting to understand herself. It’s less a song that relates to her and more a song that emulates her in some ways.

class of 2013 by mitski - really explains her confusion and hesitance to grow into adulthood. it’s something she’s felt that she’s not suited for but life really doesn’t care about how she feels so she’s going to keep growing. so she ends up trying to cling on to years past even if there’s really nothing there for her anymore.  It’s really not helped by her rather poor mental health and the song doubles down on that feeling of progressively feeling more and more inadequate.

SOME LIGHT INSPIRATIONS: azusa nakano (k-on!), michelle (mcu spiderman), kat stratford (10 things i hate about you), eva kviig mohn (very early skam season 1), haruhi fujioka (ouran)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

someone who just kinda sees her y’know? probably a person who’s found her weird spots and they’re slowly like beginning to share these spaces and such. which would partly weird her out because she’s been so used to just making herself not be seen and has been very successful doing it for so long. but it’s obvious she likes it and wants this person around more.

pre-scholarship parker community college friend(s)! bailey would’ve definitely started Trying when she got to parker so possibly someone she grew close with then and them getting the scholarships together would’ve been great for bay because she’s not alone again lmao

old friends from when they were younger? maybe family friends? her dad has a pretty large reach tbh so it’s possible she would’ve accidentally known some people from even before this. 

someone to try and get her out more and Live A Little. can be ~corrupting~ her or a bad influence, but mostly just someone to drag her out of her room and be daring and bold! she can at the same time, be a calming presence for them to just chill out with her 

a crush! a few crushes! a flirtation! bailey crushes really easily tbh but she also gets over them just as quick so however you’d want to play it out i’m up for that!

ooOOH someone who’s very forward in flirting with her and bailey actually gets super flustered? like she just wouldn’t know how to deal with it and she’s not sure if she likes it or not (probably likes it a lot). but she’s just not used to this kind of attention that it throws her off big time.

a work out buddy lol she’s been pretty successful with consistently doing weekend jogging/walking so something could be built from there?

honestly any of the above can be combined with each other but either way: all the plots! gimme i would love theeemmmmmmm allll - frienships, romantic ships, antagonistic stuff, ALL OF IT.

#capecoral:intro #( ooc ) #wow hi aahhhhhhh i'm so Excited

[nanasalt]

@sfiddy replied to your post “4, 12, 16, and 17 for Glenya”

Good. Damn. It. Kat. I did NOT need plot fodder. Do you even know how many WIPs I have? DO YOU 🔪 God almighty, I hadn't really thought about the moment of 'not my fathers son' that way. It sucks the aggression right from the room and leaves something so bruise-tender that I can't help but prod it. That is a very different vibe from the frustration and righteous fury of identity confusion that comes to a head at the ballet etc. Damn it damn it

You did need it so you will create things I can read and love and cherish forever.

Though honestly, one of the mainstays of this vibe that I should’ve made clearer is that the confrontation - and the aftermath of it - is not romantic. Even that “not my father’s son” line isn’t when Anya realizes she loves-loves him, it’s when she realizes that she’s wildly misinterpreted him and it opens her eyes to the bigger picture.

It ties back to what I’ve said before, that Anya’s selfish and prone to tunnel vision. She never considered Gleb’s motives, not really, because she doesn’t want to. He wants her to stop looking for her family, therefore he is wrong, and she doesn’t look too much deeper. Maybe she wrote him off as being his father’s son and therefore a danger to her since she’s trying so hard to believe she’s Anastasia, but either way, she refused to see him as a person; Gleb’s just obstacle.

The lead in and the confrontation is really when Anya matures out of that. She’s let go of her obsession with finding her family because she’s found her family, but she’s also found that she doesn’t want to be a princess. Even her grandmother suggests that Anya should leave, that she doesn’t belong to this world. The first crack in her facade, then, is realizing that Gleb might’ve had a point when he said Anastasia should be dead with the old Russia, because she is Anastasia and she’s never felt more confused. 

Of course, he shows up with a gun and his own breakdown, so she doesn’t have time to consider his point of view too much further because she’s busy being so absolutely, incandescently angry - at him, at her situation, at the world at large - that she can’t find words to do more than say things she knows will piss him off. She wants him to feel just as broken and lost as she does - and she almost manages it.

Remember, Anya’s spent weeks if not months pretty much dependent on keeping in Dmitry and Vlad’s good graces; they were her only way out and Dmitry refused to let her pay for her own papers, even threatened to steal her diamond when she pulled through for them all. She had her little outbursts and was soothed and patronized through them, but - except that night at the ballet - she’s never laid into either of them or sought to push their buttons the way she does with Gleb in the confrontation.

So she finally gets to take out all her anger, and Gleb still won’t shoot her. She dares him to, tries to goad him into it, might honestly want him to, and he can’t. That’s heavy for both of them. But perhaps it was a moment of weakness, and he’ll go back and sell her out, have someone else clean up his mess and do away with her so he can go back to being Deputy Commissioner Vaganov.

Except he won’t and he tells her as much; he’ll cover for her somehow and take his punishment. He never even asks her to give up the title, which means he certainly won’t be able to spin this to his boss; he fully expects to go home with Anastasia comfortably installed in Paris, and tell them he couldn’t kill her, and accept whatever happens.

To Anya, who’s selfish enough to manipulate criminals to get out of Russia, selfish enough to drag an old woman’s feelings through the muck in hopes of getting her own answers, selfish enough to leave it all behind just because she wants to ... what Gleb’s saying he’ll do is almost unthinkable.

So her question becomes, is she selfish enough to let Gleb go back to Russia? Now that they’ve both seen the worst parts of each other, does she want to let him die? Despite everything, she trusts him. If he leaves, she’s won’t have to worry about her safety, or her grandmother’s, or anyone she’s come to care for, but Gleb can’t say the same. If she takes the crown and title, he’s going to be punished, probably shot, and he’s not asking for anything from her except a handshake and to part as equals.

That’s the moment she realizes how much they’ve both been changed by her choice to go find her family. Falling in love comes later; in the moment, she knows he’s human, he’s damaged, and she doesn’t want to see him die for her. 

It’s empathy, and it’s enough to change things completely.

#sfiddy #kat replies #glenya #x: analysis #i was gonna add some more but lol #basically in the end gleb needs to learn to be more selfish #anya has learned to be selfless though she's not going to give up what she wants #the opposing move is gleb forgoing his duty to russia and his orders and his family and all of it to follow his duty to himself #they have lots to learn from each other still #especially now that they're willing to listen #(anya realizes she loves him in some stupid mundane moment) #(like gleb brings her tea and she's like 'oh!' and it all clicks together) #(gleb almost loses it when she tells him because he's been in love since they met) #(what do you mean you only just realized?!) #(anya's like 'i had other things going on!') #(gleb has to explain to her that yes love at first sight is real or else what is he doing here?) #(anya's not sure she believes him) #(it works out but they're dumb and bad at talking about their feelings sometimes) #x: meta

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 6 : Summertime Sadness

“Okay, Party, so Dustin’s coming back home today and we gotta make a blast out of it! We’re gonna go over to him, all of us, I mean, and surprise him! And then, maybe we can go to the pool? It’s super hot outside and it’s gonna be so much fun! We never went together to the pool, did we?” I looked at the gathered kids in my living room. “It’s gonna be awesome! Haven’t gone to the pool before, actually. Since in Cali it was so hot, we’d just go to the beach all the time.” Max grinned, leaning on Lucas. “Hell yes! Let’s go, let’s go-” Lucas cheered, but was interrupted by Mike. “What about El?” he asked, frowning. “What about her?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “She can’t go in public. It will attract attention to her and that’s not good. You know Hopper’s rules.” Mike whined, making us sigh a bit. “What Hopper doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Look at me, I’m out here doing whatever the hell I want. Nobody knows El, except for us, so what’s the big deal? I’ll cover for her, if needed.” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Do you even care about her and her safety?!” Mike yelled, making me glare at him. “If anyone understand El the best, it’s ME not YOU, Mike! We have the same background, the same problems, the same powers. But she is still a godamn 14 year old girl! She’s a teenager, she should go out of the house and have fun! What’s the big deal?! Chill and enjoy life!” I rolled my eyes, getting everything ready to go get El from home and raid Dustin’s house. “Mike, come on, calm down. You know Fox is always there for us. She won’t let El get hurt or be in danger.” Will tried to pacify him, hugging me. “Yeah, fine, whatever. Let’s just go get her and greet Dustin.” he grumbled, getting out of the house ahead of us. “Sheesh, lover-boy is moody…” I sighed, getting in the car to drive them all to El, pick her up, then go to Dustin.

Very soon after we got in the house, Dustin and his mum got here too, and while Dustin went to his room, letting nostalgia hit him a bit, I and El started making his toys make sounds and move towards the living room, where we lay hidden. Poor baby was super confused and scared at what was going on, and when he was inspecting the now non-functional toys, we sneaked up behind him and yelled “SURPRISE” or whistled at him, while Lucas was holding the “WELCOME HOME DUSTIN” cardboard.

Thing is…He got to scared that he used the spray in his hand to attack Lucas and all the spray went in his eyes.

Poor kid.

I laughed like an idiot.

Oops?

Trying to calm him down, I went to hug him tightly, while everyone else was either laughing (the boys and El) or trying to help Lucas see (Max).

Problem is, he was so excited about showing us his new inventions from the science camp and to use Cerebro to chat with his girlfriend, that the plans of going to the pool kinda…Failed.

What a pity…

We had to take a looong time to go up a hill, but while walking there, Will seemed to stop and rub his neck a bit, while looking around a bit lost. I went to him and hugged him softly, petting his hair, looking concerned.

“Are you okay, honey?” I asked him gently, like you would talk to a baby fawn. “Yeah…Yeah, I guess I am. Don’t worry, I’m fine.” he reassured, nodding vigorously, making me chuckle at how adorable he was being. “You know you can talk to me if you need it, okay? Any time, about anything.” I reminded him, making him smile in glee and take my hand, going up the hill to the rest of them.

One by one, they all started leaving, and I, too, had to, but I felt bad seeing Dustin’s ruined dreams. I, unlike the others, believed in Suzie, otherwise he wouldn’t have tried so hard to reach out to her.

“Hey, Dustin…I know she’s out there. I’m sure she’ll answer soon. But please go home, it’s getting late and your mum’s gonna worry. I don’t want you staying alone around here, okay? Come, I’ll drive you home. Also…Wanna go to the pool tomorrow? We wanted to go today, to celebrate you coming home, but seeing you so excited and happy changed our minds.” I got up, extending my hand for him to take so we can go home, and he nodded, a bit upset. “Okay, Fox…Are we gonna be all of us?” he asked, as I put a hand around his shoulder while he put his around my waist, slowly going down the hill to my car, with Will holding my other hand. “Well…Hope so. I don’t know about Mike and El…I guess with the new relationship and all, they’re a bit…Too obsessed with each other. And Mike worries about El’s safety.” I tried to say in a way so as Dustin won’t get upset. “But Lucas and Max weren’t like this! …I think. And you and Billy aren’t like this either!” Dustin protested, pouting slightly. “Haha, well…Lucas and Max are a bit more…Mature, to say it like that. They know their stuff and aren’t awkward and shy, like Mike is…And El is new to this world, so it’s no surprise. And I and Billy are 18, so it’s no surprise. We have experience and are emotionally and intellectually more mature than you are…And now that we graduated, we have more free time, despite out part time jobs, so we can hang out whenever we want and it won’t interfere with the Party hang outs and whatever.” I shrugged, reassuring him. “If Suzie were here, you’d have liked to impress and spend a lot of time with her too, right~?” I teased slightly, winking at him and laughing slightly when he turned red. “But…I don’t really like it…I mean, I get that we’re growing up and all that…But it’s not nice to forget or ignore your friends…” Will said in a low voice, pouting. “Awww, baby, I’m sorry…It’s okay, I understand it’s a difficult change, but it’s gonna be okay. Tomorrow we’ll go to the pool and it’ll be super fun, okay?” I kissed the top of his head, getting him in a side-hug. “Well…Then let’s do it!” Dustin cheered as he got in the car.

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“I’m sorry they didn’t come too, Dustin…” I looked at him with a sad smile, but he shook his head. “Nahh, s'all cool, at least they won’t be too busy snogging and ew whatever.” he shrugged as both Will and Max dragged me to the pool. “Uhhh, c-can we, l-like, w-walk slower? I-I’m a bit shy, o-okay?” I stuttered a bit, looking left and right. “Oh, shush, Kat! You’re gorgeous and you gotta show off that body of yours! And that swimsuit brings out your eyes, okay?” Max encouraged, tugging on my arm. “Yeah, Kat, don’t be shy! Just, don’t think and focus on the fun we’re gonna have once we jump in the water!” Dustin cheered as we got to our lounge chairs and put or stuff there. “O-Okay, yeah, s-sure, it’s gonna be oka-” I began, nodding to myself and trying to encourage me, but that went down the drain once Max tugged on my arm and said, louder than I wished to, “Hey, look, Billy’s here!” which made me let out a soft yet shrill yelp, hiding my face with my hands and trying to hide behind Max, who, as soon as she saw her brother strut towards us, pushed me pretty harshly towards him, getting the gang to jump in the pool, making me stumble and have him catch me in his arms, chuckling. “Awww, look what I found, a Fox falling for me, how cute.” he teased, not letting me go from his embrace. “O-Oh, h-h-hey there! I-I didn’t s-see you here! Wh-What brings you here?” I manage to stutter, looking away from him, letting my hair cover my face. “Kat…I work here.” he deadpanned, making me slap my face. “R-Right…I forgot…” I tried to say, but he shook his head. “Nah, you didn’t forget. You’re just shying out again…And you’re adorable as hell.” he teased, playing with a strand of my hair. “N-No, I-I’m not.” I whispered, not able to say anything out loud, which made him chuckle. “How am I gonna work now when you look so fucking hot and I can only stand there and watch you. You’re so cruel, Kitten. SO cruel, that you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.” he flirted in a low, sensual voice in my ear, making me yelp and hide my face with my hands once again. “D-Don’t s-s-say that! I-It’s s-so embarrassing!” I blurt out, barely audible, making my legs tremble. “You have no idea how much I want to tease you right now…But alas, my shift started and I have to make sure all these fat cows come here as frequent as possible, so we can make money. I promised you we’d go on lotsa trips till we move back to Cali, and I’m not backing down from that promise.” he kissed me deeply, one hand on the back of my head, while the other on my waist, while mine rested on his chest, shaking slightly from embarrassment. “To think we’d be together for so long and you’d still blush like this from a simple kiss…Fuck, I’m a lucky son of a bitch…” he muttered in the kiss, making me giggle slightly. “I love you too, Billy.” I smiled up at him, but when I looked up, he had one of those evil smirks on his face, which made mine falter and try to walk backwards, but to no avail.

He had me trapped.

“Billy…Billy, no…Don’t do that…” I warned him with an awkward laugh, but he only shook his head and picked me up. “Sorry, babe, this is revenge for making me have a raging boner at work.” he chuckled, throwing me in the water as I let out a pitched shriek of shock, before swimming back to the surface. “YOU’RE SO DEAD, HARGROVE!” I yelled at him, but he paid me no mind and went to his lifeguard chair. “Jerk…” I muttered, swimming to the kids and having lots of splash wars, jumping in the water, having swimming competitions and so on.

By the end of the day, we went home, changed and went to Starcourt, the new Mall, going straight as Scoops Ahoy, ‘cause I promised the kids I’d get them Ice Cream, and they promised me a surprise, since I didn’t have the chance to go there until today.

Will guided me to the ice cream place, and as I was looking around, admiring the interesting decor, I hear a very familiar “Welcome to Scoops Ahoy, how may I-…Kat?!” that voice called out to me, snapping me from the trance I was in and gasping. “STEVE! Oh my God, no way! …How can you serve ice cream and not salivate?! Like…Whoa!” I laughed, going over the counter to hug him. “I guess I treated you guys to so much ice-cream in the last year of highschool that I got used to it.” he shrugged, smiling. “It’s good to see you again.” he smiled at me. “That’s a really nice working environment…But how do you deal with the people?! I couldn’t work in such a place. The animal shelter is doing me good, at least.” I chuckled, leaning on the counter. “Well…I get free ice cream whenever I want so…Worth it.” he winked, making me laugh. ���Free ice cream for your friends too~?” I trailed on, batting my eyes jokingly. “Mhhh…Depends? Maybe? I will see~.” he shrugged mockingly, looking away. “Fine, fine, you win, King Ste-…Oh my god, who’s THAT?!” I asked, seeing a girl in the back, holding a white board with “You win” with 0 lines, and “You suck” with…A lot of lines. “You are, like, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen…Along with Nancy. H-Hi, I’m Kat…Uh, Katrina. Nice to meet you!” I smiled as I went to her extending my hand in her direction. “Look in the mirror, you’ll see something even better. I’m Robin, likewise.” she smiled softly. “How come someone as pretty as you knows someone as boring as him?” he chuckled, making me grin. “He gave me free ice cream and took care of me when I was going through a rough time. He’s like the mother I never had.” I laughed, ruffling his hair a bit. “Is this your new way of flirting, Harrington?” she rolled her eyes at him, making him put his hands up in defense. “Is it working…?” he asked in a low voice, looking like a lost puppy, which made both of us laugh at his reaction. “It’s not a bad start, I guess. Did it work on you, Kat? Don’t tell me he charmed you! Have I lost my chances?!” she mock-gasped, making me giggle and shake my head. “Hahaha, no, no…He’s my friend only…No offense, Steve!” I looked at him apologetically. “But, if I wasn’t already taken, I’d have dated you. I can feel you’re an amazing person.”  I smiled at her widely. “I’ll take that as a compliment, thanks~! So…Who’s the lucky guy?” she smirked, nudging me a bit.

From there, we went in the back, eating ice cream with the kids and gossiping about life and what not, before biding our farewells and going to look around the many shops at the mall and then back home. It was fun, I can’t lie, but sometimes, so much social interaction can be draining.

—

“Hey, baby, how are you?” Billy said in a low voice over the phone. “Oh, hey sugar! I’m good, I’m good, just looking over some cases from the shelter. I can’t get rid of homework even now, huh?” I laughed, holding the phone closer to me. “How are you, honey?” “I just called to hear your sweet voice. I missed you. We’ve been so busy with work this week…How about we go on the first trip on the 4th of July? The town’s gon’ be packed with people and all that stupid festival shit…” he trailed on, letting me fantasize with a huge grin on my face. “Oh, yes, that sounds like an amazing plan! I was never a fan of all the people on 4th of July, going at the mountains would be so fun!” I cheered, falling on the bed and rolling around excitedly. “Just you and me, my car and my guitar, singing Scorpions and AC/DC by the camp fire, making out in the tent and swimming in the lake nearby. Perfect trip, hmm~?” his voice lowering by an octave, sounding as suave as ever. “I can’t wait! Ahhh, it’s gonna be so much fun! And it’s like, in almost a week! Oh my god, I love you so much, can’t wait! The whole weekend, just us!” I couldn’t tone down my excitement no matter how much I tried. “And I love hearing you being happy. You’re giving my heart a huge boner. When we see each other again, Imma hug you so tight and not let go the whole day.” he chuckled softly. “I’m not complaining. Cuddling with you always helped me relax and sleep well. It’s so warm and urghhh I miss you, babyyy.” I whined a bit before giggling, imagining his done-with-life expression. “My Kitten is so cute, missing me like this. Don’t worry, babe, I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I gotta go now, duty calling. Love you.” he said before hanging up and leaving me thinking of the trip.

So! Much! F U N !

—

“Okay, so, let me get this straight! You two went yesterday at the mall and had fun…And then you met up with the Idiot Party…And you broke up with Mike for lying to you?” I asked, completely shocked and amused. “Yeah…I dumped his ass.” she nodded, completely innocent but also furious. “Well…You did the right thing, El. Max gives good advice, it seems. Also, I agree with her, Mike’s gonna come back running to you and begging on his knees to have you back. So don’t worry, he will apologise and explain pretty soon what’s the matter.” I shrugged, petting her hair. “Yeah, well, let’s forget about boys! Let’s play spin the bottle, but with a twist! We write names, and you and El can look into the person’s mind and see what they’re doing! Sounds fun?” she asked excitedly, bouncing on the bed. “Sounds good to me! Max, will you write the names?” I brought some sticky notes, gluing them on a cardboard.

Steve, Nancy, Mr. Clarke, Mrs. Wheeler, Dustin, Mr. Wheeler…And Billy.

“Why did you write Billy? What if he senses my presence?” I asked, a bit worried. “Don’t worry, he’ll just tease you. You can say you were testing your powers or something, he’s completely charmed when you talk or use them.” she shrugged. “Well…Don’t you think he’s been acting a bit…Strange, lately? He hasn’t called me in a few days and…I don’t know. I went to visit him at the pool, but he told me his shift just started and I should be careful of what’s about to come. It’s kinda creepy.” I muttered, looking down. “Kat, he’s never been in love, until he met you. He can be weird, I know, but I’m sure he’s fine. Come on, spin the bottle now!” she tried to hype me up, so I smiled briefly and used my powers to spin it, landing on Mr. Wheeler. “Uh…Do I really have to…?” I sweatdropped. “Ew, no, okay, he’s gross. Go again.” Max gagged,  spinning the bottle herself. “Well, ain’t this fate…?” I ushered  slightly, getting the scarf and preparing to go into Billy’s mind.

Sighing a bit, I started walking in the water, but I soon found his Camaro, but the windshield was smashed. I inspected it slightly, before hearing some whimpers, and rushing in that direction, Billy was crouching and reassuring someone on the floor. “Don’t be afraid, it will be over soon. Just stay very still” he told the girl whimpering…But I couldn’t see her, only hear her screams of despair that somehow made him turn around and look me directly into his eyes…His eyes were watery…He’d been crying…

Anxiety took over me so badly that I started panicking, seeing his form vanish in front of me whilst I tried to reach out… This isn’t good at all.

I ripped off the scarf from my eyes, used the back of my hand to wipe the blood tear from my face and jumped to my feet.

“I’m going to your house. Something isn’t right…Not at all.” I muttered frantically, trying to get them to come with me. “He’s not cheating on you, I promise.” Max tried to reassure me, but I shook my head, my eyes watering a bit. “I’m not scared about that, I know he’s not…I’m…I’m scared for his life…I think he’s in danger…And…L-Let’s just go, okay? Please.” I pleaded, making them look at each other and nod, rushing the my car as I drove them to Max’s home. “He’s car isn’t here…” El said, looking around, sensing my anxieties. “There’s was a girl’s scream…She seemed to be in agony…She was frightened…Crying…And Billy…He seemed scared…He had been crying…He seemed just like after each time Neil was a fuckass with him.” I bit my lip, rushing to his room and looking around. “Let’s search around then…If you say you’re worried, then might as well…” she sighed, going for the nearest drawer the open it. “DON’T OPEN THAT ONE-” I tried to warn her, but to no avail. “Urghh, gag me with a spoon…” she groaned, slamming the drawer shut. “Yeah…Experienced that first hand. Gross, I know.” I shuddered, looking away. “He likes it cold…” I muttered, putting my hands in the water-filled bath tub that had ice bags floating on it. “You don’t think…?” El asked, frightened, before Max cut us off. “It must be for his muscles. He works out like a maniac.” but her comment wasn’t reassuring in the least.

My sight was averted to a cupboard that had some blood on the handle, and inside, I found a bloody lifeguard whistle and a red fanny pack…Damn, that’s bad.

“I…I think we gotta go to the pool and find out whose bag this is…” I say unsure of what to do, and they approved, going to the car with rain coats.

There, two lifeguards greeted us in the most ignorant and rude way.

“No one in the water until 30 minutes after the last strike. And don’t try and argue with me. You wanna get electrocuted, go climb a tree.” the guy said, rolling his eyes annoyed. “Yeah, we don’t care. We’re not here to swim. Or get electrocuted. We found this. Does that belong to anybody?” Max asked, showing them the fanny pack. “Oh, yeah. That’s Heather’s. I’ll get it back to her.” he said eyeing the bag. “We could give it back to her.” Max implied, making him shake his head.  “You could. 'Cept she’s not here. Bailed on me today.” sighed, irritated at Heather. “Heather…Heather Holloway?” I asked, blinking at him confused. “Yeah, her. Y'know her?” he asked, almost intrigued. “Been to highschool together. Thanks for the tip, I’ll go give it to her, I know where she stays.” I explained, guiding the girls away from there. “Her picture is on the board…Do you think you can find her? What if she’s not at home?” Max asked, blinking at her picture. “Let’s see.” El muttered, ripping the picture and going to the showers, where we turned on all showers and waited for her to try and locate the girl.

It didn’t take El too long to find her, describing the weird red door that I remember she had at her house, but soon, she started panicking and freaking out, taking off the diver goggles.

“She…She asked for help…She was in a tub with ice…” she tried to explain, and my heart dropped. “This ain’t good at all…” I sighed, driving to where I remembered Heather staid. “Here we are…I guess. Do we…Do we knock or do we go in via powers?” I stumbled a bit around my words, looking left and right at the girls, but El used her powers, not saying anything. “Okay. If there’s someone inside, the door was open, we already knocked, and we are trying to give Heather the bag back, okay?” I revised the plan with the girl who only nodded.

We tip toed down the halls, until we heard laughter down the dining room, and what I saw there shocked all of us. Billy sat at the table with Heather’s parents laughing and chatting around. An uncomfortable silence took over as they looked at us…But I looked Billy in the eyes and I saw a certain emptiness and complete deceit.

This…This isn’t Billy.

Billy’s eyes have life. They have a sparkle for life, for happiness, for freedom, for fun.

This…Is simply…Dull.

“Kat. Max.” Billy said in a very uncharacteristically pleasant voice. “W-We are s-sorry to barge in like that. W-We knocked, but…Maybe you didn’t hear us b-because of the storm and the door was locked.” I said breathlessly, looking straight into Billy’s eyes. “I’m sorry, who is this dripping all over my living room right now?” Heather’s father asked. “I’m sorry. Janet, Tom, this is my sister, Maxine. And this, is my girlfriend, Katrina. What on earth are you doing here? Is something wrong?“ Billy explained, getting next to us and putting his arm around my waist, getting me close to him. "Beware.” he muttered into my ear so nobody could hear or see, making my eyes widen in shock. “We just wanted to make sure everything was okay.” Max explained, stumbling over her words, seeing that I couldn’t say anything. “Okay? Why wouldn’t it be okay?” Billy looked confused, bending down slightly too look at his sister. “Where is she?” El asked quickly, staring into his eyes. “I’m sorry. Where is who?” he asked in a low voice, staring back at her.  “Well, they’re a little burnt!” a voice called out of nowhere, revealing Heather holding a tray of cookies…Her eyes wide, empty, like that of a dead fish or some robot. “I’m sorry Heather! This is my sister, Maxine, my girlfriend, Katrina and, I’m sorry, I did not quite catch your name.” he deadpanned, looking at El again, as if he saw something intriguing. “El.” she said simply, not breaking eye contact. “El. Now, what is it you were saying, El? You were looking for somebody?” he asked again, in what looked like a mildly threatening voice.  “I-I saw - I saw you - ” she started, but I quickly cut her off. “We saw one of your co-workers at the pool. We found Heather’s lifeguard fanny pack on the ground and we wanted to give it back. I was her colleague in highschool and I remembered where she stayed. We’re sorry again for coming over like this. He…He said that she didn’t come to work and we got a bit worried. We’re sorry for the disturbance.” I found my words again, sparing El the awkwardness and the inconspicuous words she was gonna say. “Heather wasn’t feeling so hot today, so we thought we’d take the day off to nurse her back to health. But you’re feeling just fine right now, aren’t you, Heather?” Billy explained, looking me in the eyes, his expression barely changing.  “I’m feeling so much better. Do you girls want a cookie? They’re fresh out of the oven.” she barely gave us an obviously plastic smile, but we shook our heads, handed her back the bag and left in a hurry back home. “That was NOT okay. That was SO not okay…” I ranted, gripping the steering wheel like crazy. “Are you sure it wasn’t just you feeling a bit jealous?” Max tried, obviously a bit concerned for him too, but too scared to admit. “No. I don’t get jealous. Billy wouldn’t do that…He…He never calls you by your full name, and never calls me by my full name either…He barely even uses my name…And his eyes…Did you see his eyes? They were lifeless, Max! That wasn’t okay! We have to do something!” I tried to explain, my heart beating faster than ever. “Hey, don’t worry, maybe he just had to behave like that because of Heather’s parents. You saw how everything was super formal. Wanna have a sleepover? El’s sleeping at mine. Maybe it will help you calm down?” she suggested, but I shook my head. “No, Max, sorry…I can’t tonight. I’m worried too much. I’ll just go home and take a long bath to calm down, okay? Call me if you need anything, I’ll be there in a heartbeat…And mine are like a rabbit’s.” I tried to joke, but it only made me feel worse. “Okay then, if that’s what you think is right…But we’ll have so much fun! Right, El?” Max grinned, getting El inside her house, but it seemed to me like El felt the same way I did.

—

“Mike…? Mike, do you copy? I…I think this is a code red…Or maybe I’m just too worried…Mike, are you there?” I stuttered in the walkie talkie, waiting for an answer. “Fox? Yeah, I’m here, with Will and Lucas. What’s going on?” he asked, worriedly. “I…I…I think…I…Th-The Mind Flayer…I-I-I think it’s b-back.” I whispered between my forming sobs, hugging my knees to my chest, too scared to imagine. “WHAT?! No…No way…! Will…He mentioned the same…Okay, let’s call a meeting and we’ll see. Come over at mine, I’ll call the girls and we’ll see what to do, okay?” he answered reassuringly, and I only nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see it. “Mike…I’m scared…I-I don’t want it to be back…I…I think…I…” I began, before getting lost in my crying. “Fox? It’s Will. Fox…Do you think he possessed someone again?” Will asked me in a very soft and calm voice, just like I always did with him. “Y-Yeah…Th-That’s what s-scares m-me so much…” I managed to choke out. “And…You think…It could be Billy…?” he asked in a voice as gentle as possible, but hearing someone else say that made me drop the walkie and start crying loudly. “Y-Y-Yeah, I-I think i-it’s h-him…A-And I’m s-so scared…I-I don’t w-want it t-to be him…P-Please, Will…Please d-don’t let it be him…Not him…N-Not him, of all people…H-He’s been through e-enough…Please…” I begged, my head buried in my knees, sobbing like crazy. “Fox, come over, it’s gonna be okay, I promise you. Even if it is Billy, we will make sure we save him. We WILL save him, I promise. Fox, you promised you’d save me, and you did. I promise you now that we will save him, okay? I promise you.” Will declared in a very sure yet sweet voice, and I nodded, shakely getting up. “O-Okay, Will…I-I trust y-you…I’m coming over now…I…I hope you’re right.” I managed to calm down a bit and made my way to the car

Billy…Just…Just what the hell did you do…? Why are you like this? What happened to you?

Please…Just please…Please don’t have Upside down world taking over again…

And please…

Don’t let him be a victim…

I couldn’t bare to lose him…

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Switched

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Fucking witches...

^ That’s all you’re going to get;) ^

Prompt: Switching bodies

Also written for @spnfluffbingo : Square filled- Cuddling

Warnings: Witches/hex, language, some angst, a fight, Dean’s a dick, period talk, Sam’s a bit rude, fluff, crack!fic

Word count: 3027 (My fics have been longer than usual lately. Good thing or bad thing?)

A/N- Woah, first crack!fic. Calm your tits, I know it’s a bid deal (Not really). Anyway, I wrote this fic for the lovely @squirrel-moose-winchester‘s crack fic challenge (happy early birthday!). My prompt was switching bodies, which I had a lot of fun with. I hope you guys enjoy, find it humorous or even hate it, whatever. Love y’all:)

    Your limbs felt heavy against the wooden armrests of the chair, the witch’s lips by your ear, her whispers low and tickling your skin as she held your head against her mouth, the spell spilling from her lips. Your eyes were glazed over, the world tilting as you began to slip into unconsciousness.

    She had popped up out of nowhere. You and the brothers had been hunting a witch- a trickster copycat more like- when she had sprung up from the shadows, grabbing you before the boys could notice. And here you were.

    She was sly and downright annoying. She liked to pull pranks and trick people through her hexes. She turned a man into a potted plant, twins into a kit-kat bar and made one woman wake up as a man.

    Now as she whispered a hex into your ear, you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you would turn into. Fear bubbled into your stomach as you tried to move away but found it near impossible just to raise a finger, your body feeling as though cement had been poured inside of you and hardened.

    “Y/N!” You heard Dean yell. His name was on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t find your voice. The door to the room burst open just as the witch completed the verse, the redhead standing up straighter as the men rushed in. Dean’s eyes landed on you, his face going hard, nostrils flaring.

    “Hello, boys. I was just finishing up with girlie here,” She said moving your hair off your shoulders.

    “You bitch,” Dean growled. She scoffed.

    “Real mature, Winchester.” Her heavy Georgian accent was accentuated with each word, her voice dripping honey as she smiled at them. She was a looker, one of the many ways she lured her victims in; long red hair in ringlets hung to her waist, wide blue eyes and a bright smile highlighted by cherry lips. She was a young witch and Dean couldn’t help but wonder why she had gotten into messing with people in the first place.

    “What did you do to her?” Sam asked, worried hazel eyes locked on your dazed form.

    “Oh nothing yet, baby. I haven’t finished the hex quite yet. But she’ll especially like this one, I promise.” She moved around the chair, walking slowly towards the men. Her hips swung with each step, a seductive smirk on her lips as she made her way to Dean. They were both captivated by her, an almost siren power rolling off her in thick waves. Before they could react, she had blown purple dust into Dean’s face, giggling before dashing from the room. He grunted, falling to his knees as Sam took off after her.

    “Dean?” You murmured, finally coming out of the haze. He looked up at you, blinking and letting out a sneeze.

    “Yeah sweetheart.” He got up, shaking his head a bit. “I gotcha.” He helped you out of the chair. You wobbled a bit but stabilized quickly.

    A gun shot was heard in the distance and you and Dean shared a look. Sam came rushing in soon after, a small splatter of blood across his neck.

    “She’s dead.”

    ***

“I feel fine, Dean,” You said sighing. He ignored you, his hands lifting your chin, looking this way and that way, his eyes roaming every inch of your body for anything that could say you weren’t “fine.”

    “We don’t know what that witch did to you,” Dean said. “For all we know, you could be internally bleeding and we wouldn’t know it.”

    You furrowed your brows, glancing over at Sam who rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. “Dean, chill. She’s fine. The witch is dead. Whatever she hit you and Y/N with probably went away with her.”

    “Yeah, maybe you’re right,” Dean murmured. He let out a deep breath, standing back up from his crouched position in front of you. “I just get worried.”

    “I know you do, baby,” You said, patting his cheek lovingly. “But I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine.”

    He kissed your forehead before collapsing on the bed, groaning as he sunk into the springy mattress.

    “Alright. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Remember- thin walls.” You laughed, nodding Sam farewell as he left you and Dean’s motel room, heading to his own.

    “You going to sleep?” You asked, changing into one of Dean’s t-shirts and climbing in with him.

    “Yep,” He grunted. He sat up, shrugging out of his clothes and laying back beside you, slinging an arm over your waist and pulling you close to his chest. You tilted your head up, his lips pressing firmly to yours.

    “I love you,” You whispered. He hummed, kissing your jaw.

    “I love you, too.” He nuzzled his face into your neck, sighing contently.

***

Your eyes fluttered open, a yawn escaping your lips. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and pulled away from the body sleeping beside you, rolling out of bed. You stumbled a bit, feeling heavier than normal. Perhaps you had gained weight? You shrugged, not thinking much of it and trudged into the bathroom.

    You closed the door softly behind you, your hand running to smooth your long locks back away from your face. Your heart leaped when you felt the soft, short hairs upon your head. Whipping towards the mirror, your eyes- or should you say Dean’s eyes- widened, a strangled scream erupting from your throat.

    Somehow, you had ended up in your boyfriend’s body. Your now long H/C hair was short, light brown and spiked up by sleep like a hedgehog. Your E/C eyes had turned to a crisp leaf green, the flecks of gold you had loved inside his eyes now inside yours. A light coating of stubble graced your face, your hand coming up to rub over it, feeling the prickly strands against your larger, callused hands.

    “Dean!” You bellowed, his voice coming from your mouth. You walked back into the room, watching as Dean- or, you- woke up, E/C eyes blinking awake. Dean sat up, rubbing his face and squinting at you.

    He jumped into action seeing himself standing at the foot of the bed.

    “Son of a bitch!” He reached under his pillow, fumbling for the gun that wasn’t there. He cursed to himself, eyeing you warily.

    “Where’s Y/N?” He asked.

    “I am Y/N you jackass,” You growled, downright scary as Dean. “Take a look at yourself.”

    Dean furrowed his brows, scoffing. “Right.” You rolled your eyes- or- Dean’s eyes.

    “I’m fucking serious, Dean. I woke up in your damn body and you woke up in mine.”

    “What?” He got out of bed, rushing past you into the bathroom, a squeak falling from his mouth as he stared back at you. “How the hell did this happen?”

    “I uh…” You thought for a moment, eyes widening in realization. “The witch.”

    “Shit!” Dean grumbled, slapping his hand down on the counter. “I can’t be a chick. I can’t be… Shorter than you!” He turned to face you, your face staring up at you with a horror stricken expression.

    “Oh yeah,” You said smiling. “I’m taller than you now! Awesome!” You moved closer to him, almost a head taller than him now. You laughed loudly, placing your larger hands on his shoulders. “Who’s the tiny one now?”

    A knock sounded on the motel room door, the knob rattling as a key was being put into the hole.

    “Morning,” Sam said as he entered the room. He tossed his pair of room keys onto the small table, watching as you and Dean emerged from the bathroom. He noticed your horrified faces and he chuckled. “What? Is Y/N pregnant or something? Wait, are you? I have noticed your stomach has been a bit rounder.”

    “Oh wow. Thanks, Sam,” You said bitterly. His eyes flashed to yours.

    “I wasn’t talking to you. And you can’t get pregnant, moron,” Sam said.

    “Oh great. Now I can get pregnant,” Dean grumbled. His eyes widened, looking up at you. “Are you pregnant? Am I pregnant?”

    “What? No! And fuck you, Sam!” You said angrily. “That really helps a woman’s self esteem, her best friend saying she’s getting fat.”

    “Hey now. I didn’t say she was getting fat,” Sam said defensively. “And I wasn’t talking to you, Dean!”

    “I’m pretty sure you were saying she was getting fat,” Dean said. Sam’s look of utter confusion made you laugh. One that was quickly dissipated when Dean sent you a glare.

    “I didn’t say she was getting fat!” Sam said. “And why the hell are you talking about yourself in the third person?”

    “I’m not,” You said.

    “Yeah, she’s not. ‘The hell is wrong with you this morning?” Dean asked.

    “What the hell is wrong with you two this morning?” Sam said loudly.

    “You’re the one who called Y/N fat!” Dean said.

    “I didn’t call… Wait… What?” Sam asked.

    “The witch’s hex went through after all,” You said. “I’m Y/N.”

    “And I’m Dean.” Dean nodded, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

    Sam stared at the two of you in disbelief, his eyes flicking between the two of you. He looked like he was gonna scream.

    And then suddenly he laughed.

    A full body, throwing your head back laugh. You sighed, crossing your arms as you watched the youngest Winchester laugh his ass off at.

    “Oh my god. That’s fucking great,” Sam said, wiping a tear from his eye.

    “It’s really not,” Dean said.

    “Oh, it so is,” Sam laughed. “Isn’t your period due, Y/N?”

    You thought for a moment, a smile spreading across your face. “Holy shit, it is.”

    “What?”

    “You’re gonna have your first period!” You said slapping Dean on the back. He lurched forward at the force of it, a grunt escaping his lips.

    “No I’m not,” Dean said. “We’re gonna find a way to fix this. And fast.”

    “No, can’t we wait until next week?” You asked, sending a wink at Sam. He chuckled and shook his head.

    “Hell no!” Dean growled. You and Sam looked over at Dean, his face- or, your face- scrunched up angrily. Now you understood why the boys never took you seriously when you got angry. You were kinda cute.

    You and Sam burst out laughing, Dean rolling his eyes. He groaned then, his hand pressing to his lower abdomen, causing you and Sam to laugh harder.

    “It’s not funny!” He said.

    “It’s pretty funny,” you replied.

        ***

    The drive back to the bunker was awkward to say the least. Dean sat in the passenger seat as Sam drove, having to move the seat up too far in your body. You were incredibly amused. Although it affected the both of you, it was the best thing to have happened in a while.

    First, the waitress at the diner had hit on you. Which, of course, you weren’t interested in because of Dean, but he finally realized how you felt when girls would flirt with him left and right and he’d do it right back in front of you.

    Next, men addressed you more. Usually as a woman, you tended to not be noticed or addressed as much as the brothers. Your hand was always in Dean’s or his arm was always around your waist, and men would speak to Dean directly. It was worse when you three were working a case.

    “You sure you wanna go in there, little Miss?” “How are you supposed to go in there with heels? Why don’t you just wait out here?” “I’ll give you the keys, but I need to speak with you privately in my office.” It pissed you off, and when you expressed those concerns to Dean, he brushed you off, telling you that was silly, to man up. Heh, sure.

That’s rich.

It hadn’t been your idea for the two of you to switch bodies in the first place, but you wouldn’t deny it felt good to prove to Dean what you meant.

    You had to show Dean how to use tampons, which was a chore. He had complained through the whole process, and then refused to let you show him how.

    “Dean, it’s my body,” You had said. He had crossed his arms, staring defiantly up at you.

    “And for the time being, it’s mine and that’s just weird,” He answered.

    “That doesn’t make any sense! I’ve literally seen every inch of my body millions of times. Why can’t I show you how this works?” You had asked.

    “Oh my god, get out.” He had pushed you out of the bathroom, an amused smirk on Sam’s face.

    “I assume it didn’t go well?” He asked. You scoffed.

    “No.”

    For days, Dean had avoided you. It was getting quite annoying, honestly. He usually just locked himself in your shared room, making you sleep in your old room. The bed was too small for Dean’s body, and it started to piss you off.

    Sam found a reversal spell, and had left to get the needed ingredients, leaving you alone in the bunker with your boyfriend in your body.

    “Dean, open the door,” You called, knocking. He ignored you, like usual, but you just banged on the door harder. “I swear to God, Dean. If you don’t open this door, I will break it down.”

    Silence.

    Taking a step back, you raised Dean’s foot, kicking the door. Something snapped and you were able to push it open.

    “What the fuck?” Your voice exclaimed from across the room. You found him, clad in one of his t-shirts and a pair of your sleep shorts.

    “What the hell, Dean,” you growled. You stalked over to the significantly smaller body, towering over him for the first time. He craned his neck to look at you, jaw set. “I don’t know what your fucking problem is. I gave you space, I tried to help you. But you’re being a dick.”

    “Well, sorry,” Dean said holding his hands up. “You’re the one who got us into this in the first place.”

    Your brows raised. “Me?! It was the fucking witch, you dick! You think I wanted this?”

    “She said you would!” He shot at you. “Now leave me alone.”

    “Why are you acting like such a bitch?” You yelled. He glared at you.

    “I don’t know. Maybe being in your body, I picked up some of your tendencies,” He snarled. Eyes widening, you took a step back, hurt flashing across your face.

    He realized his mistake, his face softening. “Baby, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean-”

    “Go to hell, Dean… Again.” You turned and stalked out of the room, not in the mood anymore to break the news about the cure.

        ***

    You and Dean sat at the library table, a chair between the two of you, arms folded, sour looks on your faces. You were still pissed at him, and he hadn’t said a word to you since the earlier talk- which was normal now, you supposed, seeing as he rarely talked anymore anyway.

    You watched as Sam made the cure, carefully mixing each ingredient before dividing the gray liquid into two cups.

    “Alright,” he said. “Bottoms up.”

    Not sparing Dean a second glance, you snatched the cup, tossing it back quickly. The metallic taste took you by surprise and your shuddered.

    “Mutatio autem revertimini, quod est bonum novi.” Sam read the words as Dean finished his cup, face scrunching into one of displeasure.

    You flinched as your ears started ringing, your hands coming up to grip your head.

    “Jesus, Sam,” Dean said. “The hell did you do?”

    It all happened quite fast actually. Suddenly the pain had stopped, your eyes fluttering open to find yourself in a different spot then you were before.

    Looking up, you locked eyes with Dean, who was in his correct body. You narrowed your eyes at him, getting up from the table.

    “Thanks for the help, Sammy,” You said over your shoulder, stalking to your old room and away from Dean.

    You didn’t think you could contain your temper around him at the moment.

        ***

    “Y/N?” Dean called through the door. “Let me in, would ya?”

    You rolled your eyes. “Leave me alone, Dean.”

    “You’re acting like a child. Just open the goddamn door.”

    “No!” You said. “You can’t tell me what to do. Fuck off.”

    You heard a bang against the door. Dean must have rested his forehead roughly against it.

    “Come on, Y/N,” He said. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. Really.”

    You sighed, getting up from the bed and opening the door. He stumbled a bit at the loss of support but quickly regained his balance, giving you a soft look.

    “I can finally look at you again,” he murmured, cupping your cheek.

    “I’m still annoyed with you,” You said. He let out a breath.

    “Come to bed?” He asked. You grumbled under your breath, flicking off the light and grabbing his hand, letting him lead you down the hallway into your shared room.

    “I love you,” He said as you turned away from him in bed. His hand found your hip, thumb rubbing softly on your exposed skin where the shirt had ridden up. He moved closer to you, pressing himself into your back, your body automatically curling into his. You could practically feel his smirk.

    “Shut up.”

    “I didn’t say anything.” He sounded amused.

    “You were thinking it.”

    “How could you possibly know that?”

    “Because I know you… And I’m smart.”

    He snorted. “Well, you’re pretty dumb to be with me.”

    “You got me there.”

    “Hey!” He laughed, tickling your side. You giggled, his lips pressing into the side of your neck. You could feel his smile against your skin.

    “I missed being able to touch you,” He said. You hummed, grabbing his hands in yours. He took a deep breath, tangling his legs between yours and resting his face in the crook of your neck.

    “Love you,” He murmured into your skin, lips tickling you.

    “Love you too,” You told him. “Even if you are a dork.”

    “Am not.”

    “Are too.”

    “Whatever.”

    You smiled, letting yourself finally fall asleep in his arms.

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A #Kadena One-shot : Identity vs. Personality

Kat and Adena have a heart-to-heart about the meaning of labels, sexuality in general, and a shared past experience of Adena’s that’s all-too-real. 

“I didn’t know you were an artist of various mediums.”

Kat’s cheeky statement gets Adena’s attention from where she’s sat, cross-legged by the girl’s feet with a miniature, nail polish brush held carefully between three of her fingers.

“Look at that… you learn something new every day,” she adds with a mindless twist, eyes raising to look across the room at nothing in particular. “Photography not included, obviously. We already knew you kick ass in that department.”

Things had previously been quiet, consumed by a warm comfort matched by candles scattered throughout the apartment bedroom, creating an undeniable atmosphere as the two bonded via a spur-the-moment, nail-painting session. It was Kat’s idea, coming in the form of a seductive-sounding request that Adena wouldn’t have denied even if her girlfriend had demanded it. Quite frankly, despite nail-painting being an everyday activity done by just about anyone, she enjoys the leisure time between them and how normal they act, like they’re equal-parts best friends and girlfriends. It just makes sense.

“Kat, I’m painting your toenails,” Adena finally answers, smirking and briefly shaking her head while her hand stills. “I hardly believe that makes me a qualified artist.”

“Hey, I just wanna compliment my girlfriend,” her gaze turns pointed, playfully lecturing. “Live a little.”

She pauses, looking up to lock eyes with the girl whose face remains stone-like and clearly not planning to change anytime soon. It causes both to smile eventually, the makeshift seriousness being the bane of their existence as they try to one-up the other with random quips and comebacks. Just another part of everyday life within their joint household. They both swoon over the concept, but neither bring it up.

“Hm, okay,” following another short pause, Adena hums. “I accept and appreciate the compliment, then.”

It’s silly yet completely genuine, each loving how consistently supportive they are ━ even when it comes to little things such as this: nail painting. Being able to remain oneself with a significant other is important, especially when already bold yet tender from a steady, past maturation, but it’s also enjoyable to know that you’ve acquired something more from being a person’s counterpart, like a little victory. You’re able to stand on your own, thrive on your own and grow into a human so beautiful and unique, but then someone else comes along and provides you with a hug of comfort and support that you didn’t know you were missing.

The thought causes Kat’s cheeks to fullen as she smiles, though she tries to stifle it by swallowing hard and clearing her throat. Again, disrupting the silence, Adena glances up as if to ask if she’s okay, but it only gives her girlfriend an opening to ask a question that’s been on her mind for a while now.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm...” an absentminded hum responds, Adena moving the other girl’s foot slightly for a better view of the toe she’s painting.

“At what point did you start…” the matched hand motion is vague, not knowing how to express the question properly as Adena lifts her chin to be fully attentive, “…feeling something for me?”

Her mouth opens at first, then she asks, “What brought this question on?” with a quiet laugh.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, actually,” Kat takes a deep breath. “We know I was dealing with some less-than-straight emotions from pretty much the get-go. Thank you for that, by the way,” it’s partially rambled, and Adena offers a smirk.

“My pleasure.”

“My point is… you didn’t have to go through those emotions,” her palms turn upward as if she’s shrugging, eyes drifting around the room because, admittedly, she feels a tad vulnerable ━ no matter if she’s already braved these specific, self-questioning demons, or otherwise.

“Just because I already identified as a lesbian, doesn’t mean I had everything figured out when it came to you,” it’s not upset-sounding nor forceful, but it comes with a frown and, automatically, Kat thinks she’s offended the other girl.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“No, no, I’m not trying to be rude,” Adena stops her right away, smiling warmly. “What I’m saying is that it took some time for me too. I had to…” the words don’t flow clearly, so she laughs and slouches as she reaches for the nail polish bottle to screw its cap back on.

When the polish is set aside, Adena’s hands fall into her lap as she stares at Kat, partially licking her lips in thought before bluntly stating, “It’s not easy falling for a straight girl.”

The reasoning makes her girlfriend’s face drop, not in offense but confusion.

“But you must’ve known I wasn’t entirely straight,” she tries to reason with the girl across from her. “Or… whatever I am. Jury’s still out on that,” it comes as a mutter, more so to herself but Adena picks up on the underlying frustration.

“You don’t have to label yourself, Kat. Either temporarily or permanently. It’s a personal choice,” Adena tilts her head to the side, giving her girlfriend a pout in hopes that she comprehends her words and believes them.

“I know, but sometimes it bothers me,” her voice nearly cracks. “Doesn’t it bother you?” Kat narrows her eyes in question, genuinely wondering. “You just said it’s not easy falling for a straight girl. What if that’s my label?”

“Then that’s your choice,” truly, Adena knows that Kat has a good point, and part of her regrets her response from just a minute or so prior, but it’s not so black and white, so she expands on her statement. “Don’t let my words confuse you. It’s not easy, no, but I meant it in regards to how I first judged you.”

“Which was…?”

Adena sighs, bowing her head with a tiny, regretful grin as she knows what she’s about to say will come off as ridiculous considering her most-recent dispute. Nevertheless, she relaxes her shoulders.

“Straight.”

Kat shifts her jaw, “Okay, yeah, even if I wasn’t confused before, now I am. Do you hear this conversation we’re having right now, or is it just me?”

She laughs as Kat’s eyes continue to narrow in a mild amusement, scooting a few inches closer so she’s only a foot away from her girlfriend. Adena waits, gathering her words with her teeth snagging her bottom lip momentarily, eyes drifting to the floor nearby, before putting out a broad explanation:

“Sometimes in communities, people’s identities define their personality. You see some being open-minded and fluid, and, other times… they become critical and judgmental. They think it’s part of the territory, or that leaving themselves open to understanding something else also leaves them unprotected.”

“Huh…” Kat says in thought, still squinting as she tries to understand where this is going.

“I once had a friendship with a girl much like you,” Adena begins, straightening her back as she sits, “but it ended quickly because of her sudden change in judgment. Well, not a change, but I hadn’t known how she truly felt beforehand.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’d often see each other in private, or at night when a little amount of people were around, and it was okay. We enjoyed ourselves and seeing each other. She’d always hug me goodbye, and called me when she got home,” she speaks vibrantly, like she’s retelling an old tale that has little-to-no effect on her anymore, and Kat pays attention, engrossed in the story. “I didn’t realize until after a while that our private friendship wasn’t because she liked lying low, but because she didn’t want her other friends to see.”

“How did you realize?”

“After a lengthy persuasion on my part,” Adena rubs her lips together, “she agreed to go grab a bite to eat at a little cafe. We had a nice time. There was normal talking, joking, even sharing our lunches,” a pause breaks the story, the girl sighing, “but her other friends showed up. A total surprise to both of us, but... she had plans with them that night for a sleepover after a festival a city over, so one of them asked if she’d like a ride home to get her things. I didn’t think anything of it. I was happy to see her enjoying herself with her other friends. But, as she was leaving and I stood up to hug her like usual, she backed away and smiled at me, then left.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Kat waves her hands, like she’s clearing the air of the flashback. “She just left? She didn’t say anything? Did her friends say anything?” it comes with a severe, annoyed frown on her girlfriend’s behalf.

“No one said anything,” she shakes her head. “At least, she didn’t until I asked her in a message, later that night. She explained that she couldn’t hug me in front of her friends, as she didn’t want them to think I was coming onto her since they knew I’m a lesbian. I told her that was absurd, and I asked if she thought I was coming onto her whenever we hugged. She never denied it.”

There’s a pause as the recollection fades, Adena bowing her head; maybe she didn’t forget it as well as she thought she did, or maybe she really hasn’t forgiven the girl who hurt her. Sure, it was only a friendship and nothing further, and she knows not everyone has that mindset, but that kind of instance provides a person with a certain, grim outlook on new friendships. You never know who is bound to turn around and walk away due to something you thought they understood ━ something you thought didn’t matter but, apparently, did.

“You thought I’d react like that?”

Kat’s whispered, cracked inquisition gets Adena to lift her head and break out of her loathing, lips parting because she didn’t mean to make her girlfriend feel bad about anything. Nevertheless, it’s something so real that needs to be addressed, and Adena refuses to stray away from yet another heart-to-heart between them.

“Maybe not exactly like that, but I do know that sexuality can be touchy for people. Not everyone is as open as I am, and that’s okay.”

“It’s not okay when they’re treating you like you’re going to give them some disease by hugging,” Kat condemns the stranger’s actions. “That’s… unbelievable. Can’t two girls be friends without everyone getting lit-up like it’s something new? What century are we in?”

Internally, it makes her second-guess her own friendships, wondering how she’d deal with the aftermath if Jane or Sutton ever acted that way once her sexuality was finally solidified ━ not that, in any light, she believes they would; just thinking or daydreaming about if your closest friends turned their back on you, how you’d react and what you’d feel… it’s a lot to handle, and it’s something that delivers a new perspective as she continues the conversation with Adena. It’s practically the definition of betrayal, Kat thinks.

“Some people are unbelievable, yes. Some people… cling onto their identity like it’s physically a part of them, and they don’t care how it makes them look,” again, Adena sighs. “They’re afraid of change,” she tells both of them, like she’s offering an excuse for her ex-friend. “Or I can at least say that from my experiences, and people I’ve come into contact with. It’s not my place to change their minds, though.”

“You changed mine,” sensing her girlfriend falling down a rabbit hole of old wounds and probable regrets, Kat smiles and displays affection to take her mind in a new direction; not everything is as hopeless as it seems from past experiences. “Thank you for saving me from my ‘straight’ self.”

Adena laughs at her praise, shaking her head to wipe the dopey smile off her face. The two fall quiet again, though the curt silence is diminished shortly after.

“Whatever you choose to label yourself, if you choose to label yourself…” Adena treads carefully, though her eyes portray the remnants of her prior smile, “just make sure it doesn’t dictate your view on certain issues or situations, or take over the Kat we know and love.”

“It won’t,” she shakes her head heavily. “I’m done seeing the world as entirely divided, like you’ve ignored one side of the aisle because you identify as another. I’m not doing that anymore. Not only on this subject, but all of them. Well,” one eye squints in thought, “most of them, at least. The chocolate versus vanilla debate is still going strong, and, for that, there’s only one correct side to be on.”

It gets another laugh, this time a shared round of giggles following as Adena nods in acceptance with a quiet, believing “Okay, good.”

Kat only studies Adena, demeanor full of love and admiration for the girl sitting near her as things quiet down and they’re left staring at each other through a thick, tense warmth that’s more smitten than something sultry. The eye contact brings Adena to remember that she never responded to the other girl’s wonder from before, so she presses her tongue to her inner cheek before adjusting her positioning on the bed.

“To answer your question…” she mutters, “I started feeling something for you almost immediately.”

“What?” the girl beams. “Are you serious?”

“You were persistent and confident, you had an argument for just about everything,” nodding her head, Adena remembers their first interaction, being more like a conflict than welcoming, but she purses her lips in entertainment. “It was intriguing, to say the least.”

“Was it a turn on?” her signature charm shines through, squinted eyes and smirk strong as if she already knows the answer ━ as if she’s convinced that she’s not wrong.

A laugh is heard, “In a mild sense of it, sure.”

“Mild? No way.”

“I was drawn to you,” Adena stays honest, giving Kat a simple thing to chew on. “I… wanted to know who you were, where you came from. Not just in a business setting, but as a person.”

“Have I lived up to your expectations?”

It’s initially just another flirtatious remark, but they both detect something more serious to the question, like the girl still wants reassurance that she’s doing this whole thing correctly. For that reason, Adena’s features soften, reaching for Kat’s hand and lacing their fingers together despite the weird angle they’re at.

“You’ve exceeded them.”

“Really?” Kat smiles big once more, and the expression is matched within a millisecond.

“Really.”

Both girls lean in at almost the same rate, though Kat seems a little more eager to connect their lips because, hell, knowing that she hasn’t messed things up too much just eases her mind further. She knows that, sure, maybe she shouldn’t believe that she’s fucked up at all ━ at least not enough to drive Adena away ━ but there’s always that lingering worry that she’ll lose a sense of who she’s become and she’ll revert back to the Kat who couldn’t stand commitment. Knowing that Adena has taken her quirks stride by stride is beyond reassuring and comforting, like a certain puzzle piece has been found after years of not even bothering to search for it. Perhaps that cliché saying is true: you’ll find what you’ve been searching for once you finally stop and let it come to you on its own.

She smiles into the kiss, laughing partly when Adena begins to back up with an inquisitive look in her eyes, but, instead of being overly cheesy and letting her girlfriend in on what she’s actually been thinking about, Kat evokes a new memory with a teasing, childish reminder:

“Does this mean our real, first official date was us putting vibrators together?”

#disclaimer: this is actually my past experience put into words - something I've never shared with anyone #and I know this mindset can be controversial #but it's also something that many people have to deal with coming from 'friends' #so it's something that should be talked about more #kadena fic #kadena #kat x adena #the bold type #tbt #kadena fanfiction #just an update

[wanna-one-imagine]

Wanna-One Ong Seongwoo Boyfriend Scenario!

Another boyfriend scenario, set in a school AU. Enjoy! (You + Ong)

Let’s just say we’re in a school/college setting

Ong is the class clown (he wouldn’t tolerate it any other way)

Loves making jokes and making people laugh

Gets jealous when others are funny (lmao his words not mine !)

If even one person doesn’t laugh, he is unsatisfied

And that one person was consistently you

You honestly didn’t get why he was so obsessed with being funny, especially since you didn’t get his jokes

And to you, he seemed needlessly arrogant

You just didn’t like him. It wasn’t that big of a deal

But whatever, it wasn’t really that big of a problem because it’s not like you were never alone or too close with him

weLP GUESS WHAT

One day the professor said that there was going to be a group assignment, in groups of three

You were waiting for your name to be called, not really paying any attention

As long as you weren’t with Ong, it wouldn’t be a problem, you would hard carry either way

So when the professor called out “Ong Seongwoo”, your attention snapped to ready

pleasenotmepleasenotmepleasenotmepleasepleasepleaseplease

“Kang Daniel,” the teacher called, the two besties slapping high fives with one another

okay okay Y/N you’re good likelihood is very low you’ll be fi–

And “(Y/N)”.

INTERNAL SCREAMING

“nonononONONO” you whisper-screamed, slamming your head on your desk

“(Y/N) is there a problem?” your professor asked

“.. . no.. . .” you meekly replied with your face still on the table, the human equivalent of T_T (oh y/n you krazy kat)

You sulked for the rest of class, and when the bell rang, you picked up your stuff and walked out as fast as possible, trying to delay this (inevitable) meeting with ong for just a little longer at least

You were hurrying through the halls, before you felt a hand grab the clasp on top of your backpack, effectively stopping you from running

“Bro! I got her!” shouted the deep voice of Kang Daniel

Well, shit.

“Jesus christ (Y/N), you should enlist in the olympics for speed walking, we barely caught up to you!” Ong attempted at a joke, making Daniel double down in laughter, and making you blankly stare at Ong’s face

“I wasn’t walking that fast, and that really wasn’t that fun–” you angrily breathed out, before Ong interrupted

“HEY we should all go sit down in the library and discuss our plan for the assignment! Like riGHT NOW!!!!1!!1!11!!” he excitedly commanded, wrapping each of his arms around you and Daniel, dragging you to the library

You three plopped down at a table together, and Ong started spurting ideas for the project, pretty much assuming the leadership position (Daniel nodded along to everything he said and it seems like you didn’t have much of a choice but to go along with it)

You started to zone out, unintentionally staring at Ong’s face as he continued with the ideas: it was the first time he had been serious for so long, and you noticed for the first time that he was an attrACTIVE MAN

But alas, you were unable to snap out of your trance before Ong did it for you, snapping in front of your face and asking you if he was “really that beautiful”, making Daniel crack up

You immediately reverted back to your normal impression of him, scoffing and rolling your eyes

You didn’t say anything, because you thought you would rather say nothing than blow up and insult him or say something mean

You stared at the table now as he continued talking... maybe if you were paying attention or looking at him, you would have noticed that he wasn’t as animated and lively, and instead kind of... sad

After your meeting was over, you left quickly, for real this time, before either of your two partners could get your phone number or contact information

“Why is she so cold... (y/n) didn’t say a word the entire time, she’s making the atmosphere all tensed up now,” Ong sighed to Daniel

“I don’t know, you can’t win over everyone, Ong”, Daniel said, attempting to cheer up his best friend, patting his back

“We don’t even have a way of contacting her, and there won’t be a class with her for another two days, the project is due next week, so how are we supposed to finish this anyway? She should understand that this is her grades too, even if she doesn’t like me,” Ong sulked

“We’ll figure out a way. Don’t worry”

Hours passed, but Seongwoo couldn’t manage to stop thinking about you

He knew that you were normal and happy around other people and your friends, but he had no idea what he had done to irritate you so much for you to treat him like this

Throughout the rest of the day, he tried searching for your phone number by finding your friends and asking them

Partially to contact you about the project, but also because he was worried that you really didn’t like him and he wanted to talk to you and fix that/find out why

Eventually he found a friend of yours who gave him your phone number, and he immediately texted you

From Ong: Hey Y/N, this is Ong, when will you be ready to meet up again to continue on the assignment?

He paced around while staring at his phone, impatiently waiting for a response

He stopped and dropped to a chair when he saw the two checkmarks next to his message, indicating that you had seen the text

He waited for a response,

and waited,

and got nothing.

Angered, he found Daniel and asked him to text you with his own phone

From Daniel: Hey Y/N, Daniel here, when will you be ready to meet again for the project?

Ong peered over Daniel’s shoulder, and gasped when he saw your almost immediate response

From you: Tomorrow afternoon is fine. We can meet in the library

Ong was furious and confused that you had ignored him so blatantly, whining to Daniel and shaking his shoulders, asking what had he ever done so wrong

The next day, Ong arrived in the library, ready to give you death glares until you cracked and revealed the reason for why you hated him so much

He sat at the same table, waiting for you and Daniel, when suddenly he got a text

From Daniel: Sorry bro my dance practice got delayed and I’ll have to meet you there later, good luck with y/n lmaoo

Ong sat back and ran his hand through his hair

Great. Now I have to deal with Y/N on her own... who knows if she’ll even talk to me

You soon arrived, and narrowed your eyes when you only saw Ong at the table where you were meeting up

You sat across from him silently, the both of you literally just staring at each other wtf

Finally Ong broke the silence

“Daniel can’t be here for another hour, so let’s get started, okay?”

You continued staring at him, but automatically nodded in response

Progress, Ong thought, rolling his eyes as he picked up his laptop, out of your field of vision

He started showing you on his computer what he had worked on the previous night

After a couple minutes of talking, he looked at you, finally realizing that you were stretching your neck across the table to see his laptop

“Oh god, sorry, I didn’t know you couldn’t see clearly,” he said, moving around the table to sit in the chair next to you

“You should have said something,” he mumbled, not thinking you would hear, causing you to speak for the first time

“Well, you know what I think? I think some of these ideas are horrible and would earn us very low marks on this assignment, Ong”, you said through your teeth, enunciating his nickname to a point of mockery

Stay calm, at least she’s talking now, be the bigger person, Ong instructed himself

“Oh, well that’s why we’re doing this as a group! So that we can contribute together and bounce ideas off of one another”, Ong said in a tone that was overly positive, earning a magnificent side-eye from you

You shook your head and started giving out proposals of your own, some of which were completely opposite and contrasting to what Ong had suggested, both of you knowing that what you were saying made absolutely no sense

Ong immediately lost all maturity and desire to be the “bigger person”, thinking Oh, so she wants to play this game, ok tRY ME!!!!

“Weeeeell (Y/N), I happen to think that these are horrible ideas that frankly would probably earn us bad marks on the assignment, eh??” smirked Ong, sticking out his tongue at you

And that’s pretty much what happened for an entire hour: both of you giving out your own ideas, purposely making them contrast one another, getting absolutely nothing done

Cue Daniel walking in to the room: “Hey guys what have you accomplished so far, catch me up!”

You and Ong met eyes... and burst into laughter, to the confusion of Daniel

Ong stuck his tongue out at Daniel, you instinctively doing the same, the both of you giggling like little kids

Ever since that moment, the both of you got closer, and your opinion of him slowly started to change

You realized that he was actually pretty funny, once you got over that arrogant impression that you had of him; you didn’t really understand his type of confident humor before but now you were getting used to it

You would still argue and bicker over the course of the project, but grew to appreciate each other’s ideas and... presence

You all gave a successful presentation, but even once the project was over the three of you continued to hang out together

One time you and Ong played that hand game called “tennis”, where you both hold hands and smack the other person’s hand until one of you can’t take it anymore

Ended in tears streaming down your face and a lot of laughing as the both of you desperately tried to hold in your pain for the sake of winning

Lots of fights that turned more and more playful over time, both of you very competitive with one another lmao

When Daniel wasn’t there to laugh at your bickering, the atmosphere between the two of you turned significantly more calm, almost shy even

Definitely not as much fighting, there was way more subtle glancing at one another when the other wasn’t looking

Lots of “umm”s and silences that were sometimes awkward 

oh you GUYSSS...

Ong started to feel more comfortable joking around when it was just you, and when he heard your laugh and saw your smile, it made him indescribably happy, to a point where he got shy and blushy

He felt satisfied just seeing you happy because of him

Like getting your approval was something he wanted so badly, but now that he had it he never wanted to stop making you smile, making you happy

oooooooh someone’s got a cute little crushy wushy

And you couldn’t say you didn’t feel a similar way with him

For a long time, you had never laughed so hard, or been so happy

And now that you did, you felt like something had been filled in you that had never been before

ANYWAY these were feelings that both of you pretty much refused to acknowledge!!! good golly

One day you three were hanging out together in Ong and Daniel’s dorm room, and you and Ong were in the midst of an intense insult battle

“You always had bad ideas during our project!!”

“UH Y/N I could say the same about you”

“Well at least my only talent isn’t folding my goddamn ears”

“At least I have a talent”

“Well I feel sorry that you have that face”

“Well you have a weird laugh anyway so it doesn’t matter if others laugh at you, when you laugh you’re really just insulting yourself”

“Well that’s all your fault because you’re the one that makes me laugh in the first place, so essentially you should take the blame”

“Well that sucks for you because I’m going to keep making you laugh as long as I keep liking you”

“Well– wait, what?”

sldkfjsdlkfj SEONGWOO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, Ong thought, eyes widening as he realized what he had just said 

Suddenly the both of you heard an awkward cough behind you. Daniel.

“Uh yeah, so this just got weird I’m leaving bye”, he mumbled out, awkwardly running out and slamming the door behind him

You and Ong just stood there, alternating between sneaking looks at the other and staring at the floor

Ong scratched the back of his neck, catching you looking, and confessed, “well I guess I can’t really take that back, can I”

You looked at him and quietly responded, “no, don’t take it back”

“What?”

You felt your cheeks heating up, averting your eyes

“I mean... I’d like it... if you kept making me laugh”

Ong, having gained a sudden surge of confidence thanks to your confession, started teasing you

“HAHA Y/N you like it when I make you laugh?? More like you just plain old like me!!!”

....

“Did you forget that you’re the one who wants to keep making me laugh because you actually do like me?? HAHA yourself Ong”

Yeah so that confession turned into more fighting LOL

Anyway that was the start of that relationship

The playfulness never stops with you two

But more serious times happened with you both, including you apologizing for being mean to him at first/not understanding him, which he totally got

Brought the two of you even closer

Ong loved the sound of your laugh and treasured it

Thanks to that your tummy was always in pain from his joking

Basically when you were together, there was just a lot of laughing

Sometimes Daniel became your mutual target, as both of you joined forces to torture him LMAO

Just a really happy, free-spirited relationship

:)))))

A/N: This ended up much longer than I had anticipated... probably due to the large amount of dialogue lmao. Sorry about that, got carried away LOL

Getting to the rest of your requests! Bit busy right now but I try to update at least once per day :)

and also...

zoo wee mama, thanks for 300 followers!

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[ohnohetaliasues]

If you drew this yourself, I applaud you. Fantastic job.

I know this isn’t a complete OC, he and the other factions are more like hybrid OCs, but he’s got a lot of differences. Also, be as mean as you want! really pick this apart so I can improve. 

General

Given Name: Lagos Gender: Cis Male Sexuality: the “I swear I’m not gay” sexuality Age: 1,157 Alias: E-3 Steve Rogers, E-5 William “Pop Eye” Costello, O-6 John Smith, Special O-11 Alfred F. Jones Species: Officially Social Faction of United States of America Title: American Federal Government Employees, Elected Officials, and Military Active Duty and Veterans Nationality: Born Scandinavian; Officially United States Citizen Born: Around 861, born to a Thrall, assumedly the then collective tribes in what is now the UK, though this isn’t proven, and sired by who is now Sweden.

Physical

Hair: Dirty blond that is regularly bleached. Due to how fast he heals, his hair grows rather fast being as how the body sees it as healing. He has to shave every day, and if he shaves in the morning, by 11:00 pm he would have stubble. Give him a weekend of fishing and he will be able to braid his beard. He can speed the process up if he focuses, just as how he can control his healing if he focuses. He can also generate an excess of iron in the cells of the hair, giving the hair a red appearance, though this takes a lot of concentration. And he would have to cut the old blonde off.

Eyes: Blue almost always. Depending on the depth of his emotions, his eyes change color the same way the ocean does depending on depth. That being said, they loose all saturation and turn white shuts off his emotions, as he’s learned to. And if his eyes are gold? God fucking damn it monty.

Skin: Naturally fair but very tan thanks to how often he is outside, plus horrible tan lines from different uniforms and gloves.

Build: He’s almost always had a swimmer’s build, at least since the start of the civil war, but when the frogmen turned into SEALs, thanks to the new workout routine, he became more top heavy. Now he has more of a running back’s build. From his childhood to the revolutionary war though, he was build like a red wood. A mix between a linebacker and a water polo athlete.

Height: From his maturity in Sweden to the gilded age, he was 6”1’. After the gilded age, when his spine was damaged in the civil war and replaced with a steel rod, he slowly lost height until modern times where he is 5’7”, though he grew an inch during the space race only to lose it again. Space travel expanded his joints, but all the metal bones contracted them again, along with the inces he lost to the spine surgeries.

Weight: Natural body weight; 170, though a lot heavier thanks to metal bones.

Blood type: N/A each red blood cell correlates to that of one individual human or dolphin. The DNA thus blood type is that of the given human. Where the amount of Americans and dolphins is dwarfed by the count of red blood cells in an average body, the lack of the former is thereby filled with a hybridized stem cell that creates his super healing. Thanks to his body’s dimensional hyperlinks to locations throughout the united states, his organs can draw on power from such places, making his body’s need for oxygen much lower. Not only can he survive on a tiny amount of red blood cells, but he can also hold his breath for about 30 minutes.

DNA: A hybrid of human and dolphin thanks to Tony. By “healing” parts of his body he wounds intentionally, he can control the dolphin based stem cells

Alterations: Iron forearm on his left arm, created by the invention of the Ironclad during the civil war. Steel spine to mirror the steel monopoly building the backbone to the American Military. Gold and silicon bones in his right hand to mirror silicon valley; the inventions at which changed warfare forever.

Tattoos: All tattos were removed after 9/11 to prevent easy identification by the enemy. A spine over his own with red wings sprouting from it, ripped open skin to show an american flag under his left forearm, tally marks up and down his right thigh that stop at 1200, the lagos symbol on either ankle, a snake ringed over his left knee with “Don’t tread on me” inscribed. An Ahuizotl on the knee below the snake, the hand on his tail seeming to be holding the outline of a woman as two temples burn in the background. (… To be continued as the story progresses)

Scars: Triangle brand behind his left ear, slice on his hairline, burn through his left shoulder, bayonet slice through his right side, surgical slices on his left hand, speckled acid burns across his right temple, surgical I scar over whole torso, coat of arms brand over his chest (… To be continued as the story progresses)

Strengths: Physical strength, super healing, built in connection to AGES (a system that connects all US Navy ships together and provides live intelligence on their geographic coordinates), perfect navigation, strong memory, can cause electrical surges using his spine and hand, can record magnetic signatures with right hand, combat training, blood diffused poisons take longer to take effect. He can also form a sword from the iron in his blood with a norse rune.

Weaknesses: Electrical surges from outside forces can shutdown the system in his spine. Once in his veins, poisons lasts much longer and has a stronger effect, even if it takes a while. While he can regrow most anything, he can’t magically fix damaged cyborg parts. He has to be conscious and concentrating to control his healing, and if not the body might heal things wrong. Especially if he can’t focus, the healing could give him away. Alcohol takes a long time to kick in which may seem good until he accidentally gives himself alcohol poisoning which is like every friday for him. He lowers his guard for sexy women. Summoning the sword will take at least an arm (not a leg though because fuck you Edward).

I see what you did there.

Emotional

Personality: An extrovert who easily brings respect from those he meets. A womanizer, he does have an alcohol problem, and can also be quick to the punch… Though he’s not a bad person having learned morals from the ground up. He has a technical smartness with a strong right brain, thus good with math, engineering, and science, but isn’t the most artsy person. Being a splinter of APH America, he has some character differences. Where America would struggle with making a tough choice (ie. risk 100 people for 1000) Navy would have no problem, especially when he can’t see the people. Where as Alfred doesn’t always enjoy being a soldier, Navy prefers it. He feels more comfortable having a constant moral reminder by wearing the uniform. He is also afraid of commitment where APH America is willing to feel the pain of loosing loved ones to have loved at all, but Navy doesn’t like taking the chance. 

Knowledge: He’s got multiple doctorates in engineering, a few doctorates in sciences such as physics and marine sciences. He also has sporadic degrees in classes such as leadership psychology, national security, warfare theory, and other useful places. Most of these are from military academies, though he will take a class or two (especially recently) online. In the last few years he has been working on degrees in cyber security, programming, and computer science, and he ends up re-taking the same classes every few years thanks to new languages being released or updated.

Magic Powers: he can instantly navigate to any bar no matter where he is. No one knows how…

Logical Fears: Meat hooks, the ocean herself, loud sounds in certain situations, being physically helpless, becoming invested in people outside his men

Illogical Fears: Small children, superstitions, vore art (though maybe this is logical), commitment, blowjobs, Also, losing someone he’s in love with. Now i know this seems like a logical thing that everyone fears, but hear me out! He’s traumatically lost a girl before and it hurt him so much so that he can act illogically while trying to protect either them or his own feelings.

Also, let me know if you think I need more sections! Thanks a lot for doing this! I actually took a Mary Sue test once and he flagged it rip.

Okay, he seems pretty good. I’m guessing he’s another version of America, but he confuses me a bit. He’s not a gary stu, he’s pretty well made and I find him interesting. Thanks for the submission. He’s coming along nicely!

~Kat

#Hetalia OC #APH Hetalia #Gary stu #submission

[yyb-school]

.:If YYB was an OTOME GAME:.

A/N: Here’s Miyu again losing her time with stupid thingies but hey, if we did make an otome game with this entire plot damn- I would def pay money for a game like that istg. 

Also, this is a long ass post so gonna put a ‘read more’ thingie and yeah. Enjoy.

Genre: Mystery, Romance & Fantasy.

Routes: 20 routes (11 boys, 9 girls) [11 normal routes, 8 deep routes, 1 secret route] (3 ends per character)

Trailer song:

Opening:

Common route [General description]: 

You’re a high-school student of the YYB High school; your grades are regular and you live every day of your life normally as you can. However, there’s something always off in your mind, as if you’ve forgotten something each year you’ve been there. Like usual, a new year started for you as this was your senior year but you noticed something different which you used to ignore all this time: The dream club.

Normal Routes

Girls:

[Aaricia Stoffels]

A second-year girl, who’s pretty mature for her age. However, she hides inside herself a joyful girl who can be as childish as she wants; she likes to discover new things and is ready to give a smile to anyone as well as is ready to hit anyone who wants to mess with her or her friends. In her necklace, there’s a big secret of her past and the reason as to why she’s still kind of reserved.

[Jennifer Hollows]

A kind of reserved second-year girl, her shyness is just too much and that’s why she tends to stay out of big groups and just watch over them in the distance. Despite all of this, her mind is quite strong and she’s not scared of anything, she has always a calming yet dangerous aura surrounding her.

[Elize Faith]

A first-year girl, she’s always kind and giving to the others. Showing a smile to strangers isn’t a problem for her and she lives every day of her life fully with high-spirits. What everyone doesn’t know is that she’s the step-daughter of the Faith family, a powerful lineage of rich people who want to gain more with their new heiress.

[Gene Park]

A second-year girl, she’s well known around the school, not because of her good grades but because she’s always messing around and making the principal go crazy. Her temperament isn’t easy to control, as she needs someone to help her stay calm, her family is the boss of the Faith Family and they’re in a pretty relationship. The question Gene always asked herself was... Who’s her real mom?

[Kiwi Kat]

Always full of energy and happiness, this second-year girl is a transfer student in YYB. Always having fun with her new friends, she never misses out anything fun and is ready to give memes to everyone. She’s said to have a long-distance relationship that still makes her kind of sensible. There are some rumors that said they saw her changing of form but everyone thinks that’s a lie.

Boys:

[Kim Taehyung]

He’s well-known for that boxy smile he always gives to everyone. He’s the guy with a deep ass voice and the soul of a child, innocence is his second name. He’s a second-year guy who worked hard to be where he is but he still regrets things that happened in the past.

[Jeon Jungkook]

He wrote “Meme” in his graduation report. He’s a first-year boy who tries to act cocky but it’s actually super scared of girls. He becomes a flustered mess and tends to act super shy, people say he’s a god when it comes to singing. Every time someone asks him about his past schools he just ditches the topic and changes to another one and no one knows what’s the reason behind that.

[Park Jimin]

People say there’s no one that can imitate his graceful moves. He’s a second-year guy who’s always following birdies and because of his kindness, they’re always following him as well. Inside though, he hides a weak guy who suffers from anxiety and is every day scared of breaking down.

[Jung Hoseok]

Known as “J-Hope” because he told everyone to call him like that, he’s a transfer student in his second year. The reason behind his beautiful smile that could literally kill the light of the sun is still a mystery for a long of people, he’s always happy and doesn’t show weakness. The main reason as to why he moved, however, is a mystery even for himself.

[Jung Tye]

This quiet and tsundere transfer student is always locking forward to ending school and just stay in his bed until the next day and repeat the cycle. Behind his mean words and sharp glares though, lies a soft guy who just sometimes doesn’t notice how scary words can sound on him. What’s the reason for him being this way?

[Kwon Valence]

This third-year transfer student shows all the qualifications to be considered the next genius of the world. His grades show he’s really intelligent, although it makes people around him confuse his real self. He’s just a normal guy like others with a high IQ that loves art, has his room in a mess and just tries his best every day. Students say he was blessed by God as he’s as lucky as his grades, but what they don’t know is what that lucky brings with it...

Deep Routes

Girls:

[Yoon Isa]

This girl who often shows an introvert side of her at first is actually a lovely girl with good sense of humor. Her friends love her and she has already made many even in her first year of being in YYB. She possesses a big strength inside of her body, enough to make her break a house in two just with a single punch and bring down big trees with a few kicks. Still, even with all that strength her heart is weak and suffers from a very difficult illness not even doctors could control. She still asks herself every day, what’s the real cause of her inhuman strength?

[Kim Aryaa]

Lifeless, almost like a puppet. Aryaa is on her second year in YYB, she never shows any interest in the world and often tends to stay out of big groups. She felts betrayed as if there’s something that’s missing on her and she still doesn’t know what is it. She started having strange dreams where she could see the past, the present and somehow the future; however, there’s always a missing part of her puzzle that she cannot really find out about: What are her true origins?

[EILEEN]

Darkness, an empty world without a single soul to help. She’s a third-year girl that actually no one knows, always hiding behind the doors of a certain club. She suffers from several headaches that could probably kill a normal human being but she’s used to having these even since she was a child. She has a harsh way of acting and reacting, always with a smirk on her face but never really showing any kind feelings in her eyes. Deep down, she wants to free her friend from all the chains that attach her to that school.

[MIYU]

There’s a girl that’s always helping everyone, that is always watching you without you noticing. Miyu is a third-year girl who seems to always be busy, always in her world and usually always there to prevent anything bad to happen. No one knows which one is her classroom as everyone sees her move around but never getting into any classrooms. For her, wishes are a must and she must fulfill everyone’s happiness so they could make true their wishes. She’s always there, for everyone, when there’s no one for her.

Boys:

[Kim Namjoon]

A smart guy in his second year, he was used to living his life just like any other student and was used to being called the “God of destruction” because of his silly movements. Namjoon has this strange mark around his body that he knows must mean something, but what can that mean? Even if he searches in his memories he cannot find the reason behind that mark, because it’s a story deeper than his own life.

[Kim Seokjin]

Everyone knew him well, he was the third-year student who was caring just like a mom and always wanted to look out for everyone. That changed somehow at the start of his senior year, the smiles he gave everyone weren’t the same they used to be and even if he acted all cheerfully there was a new aura surrounding him that screamed darkness and danger. He's getting lost and slowly losing himself.

[JAY]

This guy is a mystery, he didn’t introduce himself neither did the teachers. He just... Appeared, and the way he stares at you makes you notice he’s not thinking anything good. His words are cold, calculative and he has a dark objective as to why he’s in that school... And for that, he must break down everything.

[Min Yoongi]

A third-year student, he’s always laying around and just going at his own pace through life. Behind that guy who loves to be alone, lies a soft and gentle person who knows when he should talk and act and is actually extremely accurate in all the decisions he takes. There’s always a strong aura around him, like if he’s powerful enough to protect anyone.

SECRET ROUTE

“Somewhere in this world... In this universe or maybe another galaxy, we’ll meet again... And for that, I must finish my work. So we can meet again so we can be born again... So I can finally fulfill my promise.” 

Common route ending:

Deep route ending:

Secret route ending:

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