#The Parent Trap(Cat Ver.)
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2. Breakfast And Obsession
Summary: Is it normal to think about your neighbor this much?
Warnings: Fluff
Italics = Mapi's Thoughts/POV
Word Count: 2.2k
Series Masterlist
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You woke to your cat sitting on your chest and after days of waking to Bagheera screaming, it was a very welcomed change. The thought of Bagheera made you smile, specifically, thoughts of his owner.
You got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, your cat following closely behind. You began to sluggishly make breakfast and you couldn't help but wonder what Mapi was up to today while you did. You knew she must be busy with practice, but a sliver of hope wiggled its way into your chest. Maybe she was still home.
You cracked a smile at the idea of morning Mapi. Would her hair be a bird's nest, and would her face be puffy? Maybe she was cuddly in the morning.
As you finished with your breakfast, avocado toast, you glanced over at the clock on the wall.
"I think I have time to make her some too," you whispered to Aella. "That's a friendly thing to do, right?"
Aella blinked at you as she laid on the counter.
"And I'll get your breakfast as well, Princesa," you chuckled, adopting Mapi's nickname for the cat. "Hopefully she's home."
You grabbed another plate and hurriedly fixed another plate of food before opening a can of cat food for Aella, pouring it into her bowl.
"I'll be right back," you called to the cat as you walked into the hallway with a plate of food.
Raising your fist and knocking on the door a nervousness entered your stomach, a good kind. The kind that makes you want to run in circles and giggle. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Mapi, of her reaction to your cooking and of seeing "morning Mapi."
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Mapi stood over the sink, brushing her teeth and humming a song that she had heard on the radio at some point in time. She was in a good mood, and she had a feeling it had something to do with her beautiful next-door neighbor.
"I think she was really nice," Mapi says through the foam in her mouth. "And I know you liked her."
Bagheera meowed from his perch on the toilet, watching as Mapi finished brushing her teeth.
"Maybe I could see her again later today," Mapi calls as she walks to the living room.
Sitting down, she begins to look through her bag, making sure she had everything she needed for the day. She was about to get new socks when she heard a knock on her door.
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The door opens, revealing curious Mapi.
"Hey Reina," Mapi grins as she leans against the door frame, crossing her arms, unconsciously flexing.
Morning Mapi is not here to greet you; the footballer is already wide awake. Damn it. Maybe next time. But, on the bright side, her muscled arms were on full display and with them, her tattoos.
"Hola Mapi," you greet. "I made two servings. So, I thought that maybe you'd like some."
Mapi notices the plate in your arms. The food looked fucking delicious.
"That looks amazing. I'm culinarily impaired so any food is appreciated."
That makes you perk up, "Really! I love cooking so I tend to make more than I actually will eat. Would you like to come over and eat together sometimes?"
You cooking for me? Sign me the fuck up!
"That sounds grea-"
Bagheera cut her off as he walked between her legs to you, rubbing himself on your shins.
"Hello handsome."
You lean down to scratch the top of the black cat's head, resulting in a loud purr.
"Everyone loves you," Mapi laughed.
"I'm very lovable," You grin.
"Yes, you are."
You pause as a heat enters your cheeks. Mapi watches as your brain short circuits, an adorable show that Mapi is happy to watch.
"Hey, I think we forgot to exchange phone numbers last night. Do you think we could do that now," Mapi calls, running into her apartment and returning with her phone.
"Yes," you say, snapping out of your daze. "That sounds good."
Mapi hands you her phone and, while you put your phone number into her contacts, she takes the time to take you in. How your lips slightly part as you concentrate, how your hair falls, how your legs shift back and forth. Speaking of your legs, your pajamas consisted of a very large T-shirt and very small shorts. Your legs were on full display.
Yes ma'am
Now, on the pervert scale, Mapi was up there so the Spanish woman appreciated the view very much. In fact, she couldn't wait to watch you walk away.
"Done," you smile. "Oh, and here."
You hand the plate of food to Mapi with a smile.
"Thanks."
You stood there with an eager look, looking at the plate then at her then back at the plate.
Why are you so cute?
"Well?"
"What," Mapi asked.
"Are you going to try it," you ask, a slight pout finding its way to your lips.
"Oh, Right! Come in," Mapi laughs.
You follow Mapi into the kitchen excitedly, still beaming at the sight of her. She sets the plate of food on the counter and takes a seat. You pull up a chair beside her.
"Avocado toast is one of my go-to breakfast foods," you explain as Mapi takes a bite, watching her intently and holding your breath.
Mapi hums, her eyes closing slightly as she savors the flavor.
Is there anything you can't do?
"Fuck, this is good," Mapi moans.
Relief floods through you, glad that she enjoys your cooking. "I'm glad you like it," you grin.
"Like it? Baby, this is Michelin star worthy. I love it."
Baby? She called you baby!
Mapi watched once more as your brain fizzled and cracked, almost seeing the steam coming out of your ears due to the shutdown. She had to look down to prevent herself from smiling. Fuck was she blushing?
Mapi clears her throat hesitantly. "So, uh, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out later today?"
"Yes!"
Both you and the tattooed woman pause at the lack of subtleness that your response had.
"I mean, that would be lovely," you corrected yourself. "Maybe I could give you a cooking lesson? I could come over here or we could go to a grocery store to pick up ingredients first and then come back here. Unless you don't want to then-"
And there you go with your spiraling.
A sweet look spread across Mapi's face as she gazed at you. From the way your eyes held every emotion to how plump your lips were, you were perfect. She wanted you and she couldn't deny it anymore.
"Does that sound good," You finally ask.
"Yes, that sounds amazing," Mapi grins, snapping out of her daze.
"Perfect."
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Mapi watched as her neighbor left her apartment and, the moment the door closed, began to run up at down her apartment. Excitement flooding her veins and flowing into her muscles.
"I have a date, Bagheera!"
Her cat watches as she begins to run out of breath, falling onto her bed with a smile before hopping back up and realizing, she's going to be late to practice.
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"I have a date, Aella!"
The black cat, blinks at you, before meowing softly.
"I know," you grinned, dancing around your kitchen, before freezing. "Shit, I got to get ready for work!"
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"Why are you smiling so much," Alexia asks, panting alongside Mapi.
"What do you mean," Mapi gasps, her calves on fire.
"Rest!"
Both Mapi and Alexia jog over to the water cart, Alexia watching Mapi with a raised eyebrow but decided to let it go.
The football player's mind was on you for the entire practice. On your smile and, if she was being honest, your legs.
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On your way home from work, you could be found with an unabashed smile, you had no reason to hide. You were ecstatic. You couldn't wait to see Mapi and learn more about her, maybe even...
You had to physically shake your head at the thought of kissing her.
Let's get to be friends first, you thought to yourself.
You made your way up the stairs, humming a tune that had been stuck in your head for a while, before coming to a halt.
|*|
"Adios a todos," Mapi waved. "Nos vemos manana."
"Adios, Mapi," everyone responded.
Mapi left the locker room with a pep in her step, practically running to her car. Her face stuck in a permanent smile; she hadn't felt this way in a long time. The butterflies, the constant smiling, and the nagging need to see someone. It made Mapi's heart race; it wasn't something she was used to, but it was something she missed.
The football player sped down the road, reaching the apartment in record time. Bounding up the stairs, Mapi eagerly knocked on your door and paused. Then again. Then again.
"Noo," she whined, practically slamming her forehead against your door.
She trudged back to her door and into her apartment, throwing her backpack onto her sofa. She was greeted with the soft purrs and chirps from Bagheera, rubbing himself on her calve and letting his tail wrap around it.
"Hello" Mapi giggled, leaning down to pick him up. "She's not home, yet."
Mapi pouted against Bagheera's silky coat, walking to her room and setting him down onto the bed. She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her arms wrapping around the fluffy feline. Mapi couldn't help but feel disappointed that you weren't home yet. She had been looking forward to seeing you all day. But as she lay in bed with Bagheera, the thought occurred to her that maybe this was a good thing. Maybe this would give her some time to prepare for when you did come over later. Mapi wanted everything to be perfect when you arrived.
Mapi rolled over on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't wait to see you again. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. It was all so new and exciting. Mapi knew that she had to take things slow, but she couldn't help but feel drawn to you.
As she lay there, lost in thought, she snapped up.
"I cannot see her looking like this Bagheera, what am I doing?"
She hopped up and got to work, sifting through her closet before picking out an outfit. She then got to work on tidying up. She dusted and wiped down every inch of her apartment until it was spotless. Mapi even went as far as to light some scented candles, hoping to set a relaxing and romantic ambiance.
Finally, after what felt like forever, she was done.
"Maybe she's home now," Mapi thought out loud.
Bagheera meowed in response to her remark. Walking over to the door as if to convince her to go knock on her neighbor's door again.
"Okay, I'm going, I'm going," Mapi sighed.
Walking across the hallway and planting herself in front of your door. Knocking three times, she waits. Then again. Then again.
"Fuck," Mapi groans.
Turning around, her back against your door, she slides down until her butt hits the floor.
"Why aren't you home yet," she sighs to herself, hitting her head against your door.
As the dirty blond sat there, she could hear Aella meowing in your apartment. And, before she could respond to the little princess, she heard your voice.
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"Mapi?"
You watched as the footballer hurriedly stood up. When she did, your breath was taken away. Her hair was down, this was your first time seeing her hair down and she look gorgeous. She was dressed in a short sleeve button down, cropped just enough for you to see a sliver of her abs, and baggy jeans with a carabiner hooked on one of the belt loops.
"Hola, mi Reina," she smiled. "Qué tal?"
"I'm good," you giggled. "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for you, actually," Mapi blushes. "I got home a little early."
"Oh, well aren't you sweet," you smiled, feeling your heart race. "Thank you for waiting for me. I'm sorry I'm late. Work ran longer than I expected."
Mapi waved off your apology, her eyes locking onto yours. The attraction between the two of you was palpable, the air thick with tension and anticipation.
"Well, the wait was worth it," Mapi replied, stepping closer to you.
Both of you paused, as Aella's meowing could be heard through your door.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."
"I was actually planning on leaving the country," Mapi jokes.
"You're not funny."
"Yes, I am."
You scoffed as you entered your apartment. And, as soon as the door closes, breathe out a huge sigh. You hadn't expected her to be so perfect, so Mapi. Aella rubs against your leg, and you lean down to pet her.
"What do you think, girl?" you whisper, rubbing behind her ears. "She's pretty amazing, right?"
Aella purrs in response, and you smile. You're nervous, but excited at the same time. You've never felt this way before, but you're ready to explore these new feelings.
Rushing to change and put your stuff, you recount your date plans to yourself.
You take a deep breath and open the door, finding Mapi still waiting for you. She's scrolling through her phone and leaning against the wall but looks up as soon as you step out.
"Ready to go?" she asks, standing up.
"Yes!"
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okay so i have a TON of dark forest cat ocs that need backstories, could you help me? i'll give you some names, if you can just give them the tiniest backstory/personality i will love you even more than before
patchhaze
stormwilow
tigerwhisper
ravenwatch
hazelmask
storkclaw
russetpounce
rubbleflash
rollerspring
dewfall
boragehaze
poppystalk
choose the one(s) you want to work on you definitely don't have to do them all, take care of yourself first (you choose the pronouns/gender if you want to add it too)
I'd be thrilled to! (Note: you're allowed to pick and choose parts of this you want and leave the ones that might not work or you're not vibing with) (Long post ahead, content warnings: Cat/kitten death, starvation, violence, parental manipulation)
Ravenwatch (she/her) - Small Pitch black molly with big ol eyes, she's entirely silent in her movements and nonverbal. Does that "Ekekekek" thing at anything exciting she watches. Visual stims frequently. Nobody really knows why she's here bc when asked she either gives you the silent treatment or growls. Sort of a kleptomaniac
Boragehaze (Ve/ver/vem) - Silver tabby/torbie nonbinary. Conniving medicine cat who's an expert in deadly herbs. Good and frequent liar. Decorates ver fur with various plants, likes to smell good. Performs well under pressure but has zero patience for anyone Ve deems below ver, secretly dislikes kits. Here because of poisoning or getting cats sick, in like ludicrous amounts. Might have started an epidemic that got out of hand and killed ver (hates talking about it). Probably yells at Ravenwatch for stealing ver stuff
Storkclaw (he/she) - Mostly white cat with funny long legs. Fur is patchy in some parts while longer in others, and he's self conscious and also self absorbed. She was bullied as a kit and performed poorly as an apprentice so he grew spiteful and attacked some 6moons olds who were about to be apprenticed. Was exiled for that and never given a warrior name so she named herself. Proceeded to vandalise his ex clans camp as revenge up until dying young in a vandalism related accident, alone
Rubbleflash (She/her) - massive fat molly with short spiky fur, and an absolute tank in physical strength. Abrasive and talks loud. It's unsure whether or not she's a genius or kinda dumb, she gets into risky situations and pulls various stunts that endanger her and the cats around her, but sometimes she just says something really smart and it leaves other cats confused. Here because one of her stunts during life caused massive collateral damage to another clan's camp, and when confronted about it she resolved it with violence. Her clanmates tried to initially let it go but she was then confronted by them too and, you guessed it, she beat their asses. Exiled. Slipped while crossing a river and hit her head on a rock so hard she died instantly
Tigerwhisper (pur/purr/purrs) - Elegant beautiful permaqueen with a really deep meow, pur can easily sound really intimidating. Dark tabby with white patches on purr face. Pur never had any kits of pur own but started getting overly possessive over other queens' kits. Pur firmly believes to be the best possible caretaker in the whole world, and started manipulating kits into obeying pur, keeping them compliant through fear and coercion. Pur often played favorites with specific kits, mostly ones that resembled pur. Many kits pur took care of felt tethered to purr even through apprentice- and warriorhood and that way pur had lots of cats willing to do pur bidding. One night a tragic fire lit in their camp and pur trapped purrself among with a bunch of kits in the nursery, desperately believing that they'd be fine. They weren't. That's why pur is here. Has a love-hate relationship with Rubbleflash
Poppystalk (he/him) - Red/brown tortoiseshell who's eerily calm and polite. Has a long neck and big ears. Due to his various tricks he managed to cut another clan off of their main source of prey for moons. He didn't tell anybody, knowingly letting them starve and inadvertently causing border scuffles and arguments. Might be the reason Tigerwhispers camp caught on fire, but nobody knows if that's true except for him. Has this gross grin on his face all the time. Gets along great with Boragehaze but other cats doubt how genuine that is.
Rollerspring (they/them) - big jokester, ex kittypet. Xenogender. Still wears their collar and refuses to get rid of it. Original name was Rover but the clan cats heard it wrong and they just went along with it. Lived a double life between being a pet and clan cat, once accidentally lead their twoleg into camp and well, chaos ensued. It seems to be a sensitive topic for them. Cats generally agree that something bad happened to the twoleg and/or their clanmates. In any case, it led to Rollerspring taking revenge on their clanmates by making an alliance with the neighbours dog whom they knew how to communicate with. Cue dog on cat violence and Rollerspring being exiled. Them and the dog stayed friends though and wandered around for a while before being hit by a car. The dog survived. Rollerspring misses them
#Oc#Help#Ask#Warrior cats#WC oc#Wowe this was fun lol hope you enjoy them as much as I do#Almost got attached to these so lemme know how they end up later on yea?#I tried to get creative with the crimes as to not just have murder#Many good names. Picked the ones calling to me
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Family
The night was angry, rain punished the earth, and lightning cracked the sky again and again. Trigon was gone. The king of demons was trapped in his own little corner of reality. Still that didn’t stop him from making an occasional appearance in his daughter’s dreams. It was 4:00 am when Raven had jumped out of her skin. A summer storm shook the windows and rattled on the roof above. Raven looked down her body to see a pair of sleepy annoyed green eyes.
She jerked her leg in waking up. Sweet Potato yawned then went back to using Raven's left ankle as a pillow. The small orange cat was asleep in moments. It was about 6 years ago when the cat adopted them.
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"Rae!" Beast Boy shouted, "The landlord didn’t mention this!"
Raven came out to the balcony of their new apartment. To find her fiancé sitting on the cement floor an orange kitten in his lap. He looked up at her. "Free cat!" he said with a smile almost too big for his face.
"Garfield, where did that come from?" She asked as she started messaging one of her temples.
"Well Rae, when a Mama cat and a Daddy cat love each other ver-"
"You know what I mean!" Raven snapped. It had been a long day already. The furniture they had ordered hadn’t shown up. Their living room was just a mountain of boxes. She was hungry, tired, sweaty, and just knew the boxes with her clean clothes were probably buried under all their other belongings.
Beast Boy got up cradling the cat in his arms. The animal barely reacted like all of this happened every day. Before she knew it, he had closed the distance between them, and she was holding a purring orange ball of fluff. The cat started rubbing his head against her chin, his motor running on overdrive.
"Gar," Her hands of their own volition started petting the cat. "We really can’t have a pet right now. WE! don't even have a place to sleep tonight." The cat was doing its best to charm her "Besides I already have you. "
"Ha. Ha." He said as his hands joined hers in the cat’s fur. "Well don’t think of him as a pet, he can be our training kid!" That remark was enough to bring Raven to her senses and she pushed the cat back into Beast Boy's arms.
"OH No!" she said sternly "He can stay tonight but is going to a shelter in the morning! We don't need a training kid, we are renting an apartment together, we are engaged, do not get ahead of yourself!" Raven stormed back inside to rip apart boxes.
That was six years ago, and the cat later named Sweet Potato for his color had decided to become Raven's near constant companion. Whatever room Raven went in, a small orange puffball followed. The cat didn’t demand attention often, he was content to take up watch from the bookshelves as Raven meditated, or to supervise her from the top of the fridge when she made her tea. Despite being able to sleep just about anywhere most nights he preferred the small valley between Raven's feet.
Despite the cat's comfort, Raven started to get up to check on the baby. She stopped when she realized that the little one was closer than she thought. Four-month-old Luke was asleep on her husband's chest. The little boy was quite content with Garfield's hand on his back holding him protectively. Luke was facing her, his face scrunched up in sleep. He was wearing that blue onesie that said, “I am a baby not an Engineer” That his father put him in at almost every chance he got.
~
"Raven he is beautiful" That’s the first words he heard as the medication started to wear off. Garfield was sitting in a chair next to her hospital bed. He held a blanketed bundle to his chest.
It was over a full month before Raven was due. The last thing she was expecting was her little boy to show up that night. Beast Boy knew it would be months before they could have some time to themselves, so he surprised her with a night on the town.
It was a pleasant evening in early November. The air was just starting to chill giving her husband another reason to hold her close as they walked down the street. They had gotten a table at a nice café in town and just when the soup arrived Raven's contractions started. The next thing they knew plates were flying with black energy and she was loaded into an ambulance.
"Are you alright?" Raven asked from her hospital bed.
"I am not the one that had the emergency C-Section, how are you?" Beast Boy took Raven's hand.
“I am wonderful, but that might just be the painkillers." She craned her neck to look at the small face hidden between blankets and her husband's chest. “Luke Logan" she said.
"He looks just like you Rae."
Raven didn’t see it. Luke had his father’s green skin and pointed ears; his head had whips of fine hair that looked almost black. Just like their daughter Luke had gotten his fathers more prominent features.
“He must take after you though, showing up 5 weeks early.”
"He is amazing Rae. I can't believe that we get to keep him." Beast Boy stood up bringing the baby closer to Raven. "I can't stop looking at him."
"You were the same way with Leia, Gar have you slept?" She asked gingerly sitting up. The sun was a shade of orange coming through the windows. It had to be just past dawn. Raven really didn’t have to ask. Her husband's eyes were red and had some bags under them. The button-down shirt he was wearing for their date was an untucked wrinkled mess, and his hair was all over the place.
"I couldn’t, I mean every noise he made I kept checking on him. " The baby started to fuss a bit. "Here is Mama." Beast Boy laid their son into his mother's arms. "You going to be good for visitors? Robin said he can't really hold back both Star and Leia for much longer. "
Thunder clashed and the little girl stirred. Leia had climbed into their bed again. She lay on her side between her mother and father holding onto Raven's leg like a teddy bear. She was in her white feety pajamas with the green monkeys on them. Raven ran her fingers through her daughter’s dark hair. Just her brother Leia's skin was green like her father’s, but her hair was like her mothers. Raven knew that her daughter was a bit jealous of her baby brother.
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"Rae are you alright?" Beast Boy pounded on the bathroom door. His wife had been there for nearly half an hour. Sweet Potato was attempting access by sticking his paw under the crack of the door.
"Raven I am coming in!" He quickly looked down at the cat. “Cover me” he said before shifting into a banana snake and slipping easily under the door. As soon as he was in, he shifted back to his normal form. sink, toilet, bathtub, no Raven? He was ready to bolt out thinking that he had been pounding on the wrong door the last 20 minutes till his nose told him different. Raven’s scent was still strong here, it was tainted with stress.
Beast Boy pulled back the shower curtain and found his wife laying in the empty bathtub. She was clutching something to her chest with both her hands. He wasn't sure but she looked paler than usual and her eyes were puffy and a bit red. He sat on the edge of the tub not sure what to make of this. "Rae you’re scaring the cat." He said quietly Raven was silent.
"Okay…Now you're scaring your husband" He reached out to her hands and Raven recoiled turning herself into the wall of the tub. Beast Boy was not going to let her hide from him. So, he climbed into the tub with her. It was a tight fit his chest to her back. "Rae I am not leaving.” He gently rubbed up and down her arm. “Talk to me whatever this is, we are in this together"
Beast Boy's mind ran the gamut, Trigon was returning, She saw the end of the word, green tea was declared a controlled substance, she was dying, Starfire was dying, He was dying, he jumped from one worst case scenario to the next. Then with shaking fingers she passed a white plastic object over her shoulder to her husband.
He took the white plastic stick with the small window that has a dark blue + sign in it. Beast Boy had never seen one before but knew exactly what it was.
"Raven…this is amazing! I didn't think we could…I mean oh god! I hope she is just like you!" He said burying his face into her shoulder giggling like an idiot.
"Don't you get it I ruined our lives!" she said into the porcelain. "We can't do this we can't be parents and Titans and..,and" That’s when the tears came.
Beast Boy pulled her tight to him. "So, we stop being Titans, or I stop and stay with the kid or I get a job or open an ice cream shop whatever it takes, whatever you and the baby need."
"You’re really happy about this." shock was coming though the sobs.
"Happy, scared, excited, petrified it's like that rush when the roller coaster goes over the first hill times like a billion."
They held each other in that empty bathtub for nearly an hour. It was the start of what Beast Boy's called a 9-month roller coaster. Anyone that says you can be ready to be a parent they are lying. But he was there for every diaper, sleepless night and doctors appointment. He cried more then baby Leia did when she got vaccinated.
The windows flashed with lighting and the boom was so loud, the strike had to be right outside. Raven's hand found her husbands, brushing the bracelet around his wrist before giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.
"Rae?"
Raven looked up into her husband’s barely opened eyes. "You ok?" He asked.
Raven just nodded slightly. Beast Boy pulled his wife's hand to his lips and pressed a kiss into her palm. Then settled back into his pillow, his hand rubbing Luke’s back before coming to a rest.
~
Beast Boy didn't know what to think. Things were going so well or he thought. He had been dating Raven for nearly a year and somehow, he didn’t screw it up. Oh, he had made mistakes, still upset her from time to time but things were good. At least he thought they were good till this week.
He woke up one day and it was like the last 12 months never happened. Raven would barely talk to him. She would leave the room whenever he walked in. Raven even cut her hair short again, she had been growing it out and it was just past her shoulders. But now it was as short as the day they met. The last three nights he had got to her room knowing she was behind the door trying to apologize. Beast Boy had no idea what he did wrong. But he would cop to global warming, the Lex Luthor presidency, and Hawaiian Pizza if his girlfriend would just talk to him. But the door would not open. Leaving Beast Boy to shift into a terrier to sleep at her door.
On the 4th day, his phone chimed. Raven had sent a text. “Please come to my room tonight, at 8:43pm sharp.”
That was it. A simple grammatically correct text message to let him know that they were done. He knew it was coming. After all she was amazing, he was a freak. She was lovely, he was a green gremlin. He should have known that Raven would want better, she deserved better. All that was left to do was show up at the time Raven requested, take it like a man, then go back to his room bawl like a baby in private.
For the first time in days Raven's door opened for him when he knocked. Raven stood in the doorway wearing a white flowing robe that went all the way to the ground. A small smile on her face. She put out her hand "Come with me please." Beast Boy dumbfounded took her hand and let her lead him into the darkened room.
In the center of the room in front of the bed was a low small table. On the table was a black cast iron bowl full of green flame. It was the only light in the room, the fire gave no scent or smoke. Raven led him over to the table, holding his hand the whole time. They knelled across the table from each other. That’s when Beast Boy noticed a purple braid next to the iron bowl. He recognized it right away as Raven's hair, the length she had cut and now interweaved. This was getting stranger by the second.
"Raven what is going on?" He asked finally remembering how to talk.
"Garfield do you love me?" She asked, looking into his eyes.
Beast Boy could feel his heart in his throat "Yes"
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes" he said, and he meant it. Despite the last few days he would still walk through hell for her if she asked.
Raven with her free hand took the braid of hair. "To you, I offer myself, my love, my wish to walk the path with you." She wrapped the bracelet around his wrist. "Will you accept me?"
Beast boy's eyes were as wide as saucers. He had no idea what was going on, just a tingle down his back. His mouth had gone dry and if you asked, if he would be able to remember his name, it would be Bob. But on instinct alone he breathed out "Yes, please." As if he was just offered a cold drink which he could have used at the time.
Then in one motion Raven passed their hands over the bowl of fire. The bracelet caught the flame and was instantly engulfed. Beast Boy jerked his hand back in panic, but Raven held fast. The flame had no heat and only lasted a moment. When he looked at his wrist the braid of hair was gone. What remained was a bracelet, a braided chain made of a silver colored metal with a slight purple tint.
It took Beast Boy a few moments to process this. "Rae, what did we just do here, did we just get married?" He said wide eyed "Because it feels like we just got married."
"This is an Azarathan betrothal ceremony"
“So were engaged?"
"Yes, is that not acceptable?" she said quietly.
"Yes! I mean No! I mean I always thought I would ask you, and this last week I thought that you didn’t want to be with me anymore.” The words came out in a rush. Beast boy went from feeling like the weight world was across his shoulders to being in free fall.
"I am sorry Gar" She offered and took both his hands. She stood and pulled him to his feet. "It was all part of the tradition." A moment later the room was lit by dozens of candles that were scattered about. "On Azerath the woman chooses a suitor. When she does, she lets her hair grow out. If the relationship does not work, she cuts her hair short until she meets someone else.” Raven fingered the bracelet on Beast Boy’s wrist. “However, if the relationship does work when the hair is long enough the woman will cut her hair and fashion this bracelet. During which she cuts herself off from her suitor to see how he reacts. Trust me this was just as hard on me as it was on you. "
"Would it still be okay if I still got you a ring?" he said timidly.
"Of course,"
Beast boy kept looking at the chain that now wrapped his wrist. "Um Rae, there is no clasp on this."
"Of course there isn't, you are mine now." She kissed him deeply, removing whatever sense he had left.
"We’re getting married." He stated. He needed to say it, he needed to hear it, to make sure that this was real.
"Yes, but that comes later” She said walking over to the bed. She turned to face him, “there is one final part of the ritual." with one motion she undid a clasp at her throat and the white robe fell from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. All that she was wearing at that point was the flickering candle light.
Raven let her head ease back onto the pillow she closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sound of the rain. Trying to let the rhythm soothe her. For years she thought that she would be alone. Who would accept a demon? Who could love a monster? She truly expected to fall asleep alone with her nightmares for the rest of her life. But thanks to a scrawny, green, pointed eared, boy that couldn’t resist a pun. She was not alone. No matter what her father conjured in her dreams she would wake up next to the man she loved and the family they built.
Still in the morning, Raven was going to talk to her husband about getting a bigger bed.
This was a work created for another project that do to unforeseen circumstances did not happen. You will also find it on A03. https://archiveofourown.org/works/23019136 It was a shame cause I got to work with some really creative people.
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Capítulos disponibles:
TEMPORADA 1
1x01 - Pay It Forward
1x02 - Butterfly Crime Scene
1x03 - Unmotivational Speaker
1x04 - Boardwalk of Shame
1x05 - Drawing a Blank
1x06 - Panty Raid
1x07 - Out of TP
1x08 - Who Arted
1x09 - A Loser Presents
1x10 - What Did I Eat?
1x11 - Starfart Macchiato
1x12 - Bellydancer
1x13 - Charity Case
1x14 - Theater del Absurdo
1x15 - Pick a Loser
1x16 - Supercuts
TEMPORADA 2
2x01 - The Stoop Sessions Part 1
2x02 - The Stoop Sessions Part 2
2x03 - Elephant in the Room
2x04 - Art Attack
2x05 - Strip High Five
2x06 - Birds and the Bees
2x07 - Sound EffeXXX
2x09 - Psychotic Not-Line
2x10 - The Truth Hurts
2x11 - Get Out of Dodge
2x12 - The Love Expert
2x13 - Out of Fashion
2x14 - Scaredy Cat
2x15 - Joker vs. Joker
TEMPORADA 3
3x01 - Look Out Below
3x02 - The Great Escape
3x03 - Field of Screams
3x04 - Nationals Disaster
3x05 - Bonus Footage
3x06 - Toasted
3x07 - Scarytales
3x08 - Inside the Vault
3x09 - Bigger in Texas
3x10 - Snow Way Out
3x11 - Takes the Cake
3x12 - Anniversary Edition
3x13 - Jokers Playhouse
3x14 - Make Womb for Daddy
3x15 - Puncture Perfect
3x16 - Junk in the Trunk
3x17 - The Good, the Bad, and the Uncomfortable
3x18 - Baggage Shame
3x19 - Quantum Mock-anics
3x20 - Clash of the Jokers
3x21 - Tooth & Consequences
3x22 - Fe-Mail
3x23 - The Lost Boy
3x24 - Up Loser’s Creek
3x25 - In Poor Taste Buds
3x26 - The Permanent Punishment
3x27 - Parks and Wreck
3x28 - A Legendary Fail
3x29 - B-I-N-G-NO
3x30 - Just Say No
3x31 - Brother-in-Loss
TEMPORADA 4
4x01 - Welcome to Miami
4x02 - Below the Belt
4x03 - Uncool and the Gang
4x04 - Wrong Playwright
4x05 - Elevating The Game
4x06 - The Blunder Years
4x07 - Deal With The Devils
4x08 - Damned If You Do
4x09 - The Dream Crusher
4x10 - Joke & Dagger
4x11 - Pseudo-Sumo
4x12 - Car Sick
4x13 - Cruisin' For A Bruisin'
4x14 - Bathroom Break
4x16 - Captain Fatbelly
4x17 - Sneaking Number Twos, Going Number One
4x18 - Blind Justice
4x19 - Tied and Feathered
4x20 - Smushed
4x21 - Live Punishment Special
4x22 - The Big Uneasy
4x23 - Hopeless and Changeless
4x24 - Stripped of Dignity
4x25 - The Taunted House
4x26 - Doomed
TEMPORADA 5
5x01 - HellCopter
5x02 - You're Cut Off
5x03 - Ruffled Feathers
5x04 - Stare Master
5x05 - Bidder Loser
5x06 - The Good, The Bad, and the Punished
5x07 - Putting the P in Pool
5x08 - Statue of Limitations
5x09 - Brother of the Sisterhood
5x10 - Dark Side of the Moon
5x11 - Whose Phone Is Ringing?
5x12 - Centaur of Attention
5x13 - Browbeaten
5x14 - The Coward
5x15 - Virtual Insanity
5x16 - Laundry Day
5x18 - Hitting the Wrong Note
5x19 - Heckle and Hide
5x22 - Ash Clown
5x23 - Spider Man
5x24 - Stage Fright
5x25 - Training Day
5x26 - Nitro Circus Spectacular
TEMPORADA 6
6x01 - Swim Shady
6x02 - Lady and the Tramp
6x03 - The Parent Trap
6x04 - Catastrophe
6x05 - Vampire Weakened
6x06 - Footloose
6x07 - X-Man
6x08 - Medium, Well Done
6x09 - Drum and Drummer
6x11 - Stuffed Turkey
6x12 - Crickets
6x13 - Universal Appeal
6x14 - Paradise Lost
6x15 - Mime and Punishment
6x16 - Three Men and Your Baby
6x17 - The Q-Pay
6x18 - Rubbed the Wrong Way
6x19 - Flatfoot the Pirate
6x20 - Remember the Pact
6x21 - Silence of the Lame
6x22 - The Walking Dread
6x23 - Take Me Out at The Ball Game
6x24 - The Party Crasher
TEMPORADA 7
7x01 - The Marathon Man
7x02 - Guilty as Charged
7x03 - No Good Deed
7x04 - Stripteased
7x05 - Indecent Proposal
7x06 - Turning the Tables
7x07 - Lords of the Ring
7x08 - No Child Left Behind
7x09 - Pulling the Rug
7x10 - Speech Impediment
7x11 - Card Against Humanity
7x12 - Bull Shiatsu
7x13 - The Running Of The Bullies
7x14 - The Needy and the Greedy
7x15 - Washed Up
7x16 - To Hatch A Predator
7x17 - Like A Boss
7x18 - Chick Magnet
7x19 - Dropping Knowledge
7x20 - Hump Day
7x21 - Out of Left Field
7x22 - Autograph Corrector
7x23 - The Bogey Man
7x24 - Hell On Wheels
7x26 - Staten Island Holiday Spectacular
TEMPORADA 8
8x01 - Crash Test Dummies
8x02 - The Closer
8x03 - Tipping Point
8x04 - Full Mental Jacket
8x05 - Blue Man Dupe
8x06 - The Dumbbell
8x07 - The Eggman
8x08 - Cake Loss
8x09 - The Antisocial Network
8x10 - Off the Reservation
8x11 - Fraudway
8x12 - The Show Stopper
8x13 - Sucks for You
8x14 - Well...
8x15 - The Prize Fighter
8x16 - Sun-Fan Lotion
8x17 - Urine Trouble
8x18 - Irritable Vowel Syndrome
8x19 - Bad Carma
8x20 - Fast Feud
ESPECIALES
British Invasion
A Day in the Life (Making of)
Unseen Scenes
All Aboard!
One Night Stand Up
Joker for a Day - Part 2
The Murray Jury
Sizing Up Sal
Judging Joe
Critiquing Q
Humiliation for the Holidays
Fan-tastic Countdown
Punishment Countdown
March Madness Showdown
March Madness Bracket Attack
EN ESPAÑOL LATINO
2x11 - Get Out of Dodge
2x12 - The Love Expert
2x13 - Out of Fashion
3x08 - Inside the Vault
3x17 - The Good, the Bad, and the Uncomfortable
5x16 - Laundry Day
5x17 - Water Torture
5x18 - Hitting the Wrong Note
5x19 - Heckle and Hide
5x20 - The Chairman
5x21 - Wrapper's Delight
5x22 - Ash Clown
5x23 - Spider Man
5x24 - Stage Fright
5x25 - Training Day
AFTER PARTY
1x01 - The Q-Pay (6x17)
1x02 - Rubbed the Wrong Way (6x18)
1x03 - Flatfoot the Pirate (6x19)
1x04 - Remember the Pact (6x20)
1x05 - Silence of the Lame (6x21)
1x06 - The Walking Dread (6x22)
1x07 - Take Me Out at The Ball Game (6x23)
1x08 - The Party Crasher (6x24)
1x09 - Dover and Out (6x25)
3x01 - Crash Test Dummies (8x01)
3x02 - The Closer (8x02)
3x03 - Tipping Point (8x03)
3x04 - Off the Reservation (8x10)
3x05 - Fraudway (8x11)
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Amurrao
This is another of my favorite songs of season 4 and if you’re a person who enjoys compaining and ranting about everything, this song will make you happy. This is the sixt song of the Ranking Top of season 4, of 31 Minutos. It’s about the rants and complains of a tepezcuintle, who dislikes when his parents take him to go in roadtrips.
Lyrics (In Spanish):
Estoy amurrao, aburrío, cansao.
Me llevan en auto apretao, obligao
A ver a un tío que es un viejo curao
Con el pañal mojao, con el poto arrugao,
Con la calefa fuerte como pato asao.
Ao…
Quiero un helao, pero sólo hay colao.
Miro el paisaje, pero está nublao.
Quiero dormir, pero estoy desvelao.
Quiero escapar, pero estoy amarrao
Como mono enjaulao.
Ao…
Tranquilo, hijo, ya vamos a llegar.
Tu tío nos espera, será espectacular.
Está tu primo Milton, con él podrás jugar,
Sé que es un pelmazo y huele a orangután.
Espérate a llegar a ese lugar.
Chupo mi chupete, lo encuentro salao.
Me ponen un terno, parezco finao.
Me peinan el pelo y quedo peinao.
Mi mamá me habla, me tiene choreao,
No sé que comió, pero huele a pescao.
Ao…
Tranquilo, hijo, no desesperes más.
Debes estar tranquilo, tienes que descansar.
Te paso una bolsa si quieres vomitar.
En sólo un par de horas nos vamos a bajar.
Espérate a llegar a ese lugar.
Mejor estaría en mi casa echao
Jugando al emboque o haciendo un asao,
Pero soy un niño y estoy obligao
A hacer lo que dicen mis viejos pesao’.
Que injusta es la vida, me siento frustrao.
Déjenme tranquilo, que estoy amurrao
Como gato encerrao, ao…
Tranquilo hijo, que ya no falta nada.
Te espera una olla llena de carbonada.
Si tú quedas quieto, te compro una empanada,
Puede ser de almeja o rellena con manjar.
Espérate a llegar a ese lugar.
Se acaba el camino, ya hemos llegao.
Se me hizo eterno. El viaje ha acabao.
No siento las piernas y el cuello doblao.
Me muero de sueño y estoy destrozao.
Me quedo dormido, esto ha terminao.
¡Ao!
Lyrics (In English):
I'm moed, boed, tied.
They carry me in car tiht, foed
To see an uncle that is a drued old folk
With the diaper we, with my butt wried,
With the heater high, like a baed duck.
Ao…
I want an ice-crem, but there's only porrie.
I look to the landscape, but it's clouy.
I want to sleep, but I'm sleepess.
I want to scape, but I'm straed
Like a caed monkey.
Ao…
Don't worry son, we're going to make it.
Your uncle is waiting for us, it'll spectacular.
Your cousin Milton is in there, you can play with him,
I know he's a prick and smells like an orangutan.
Wait until wee reach that place.
I suck my pacifier, I find it saly.
They put me a suit, I look like a ded.
They comb my hair and gets comed.
My mom speaks to me, but I'm fe up,
I don't know what she ate, but smells like fis.
Ao…
Don't worry son, don't get desperated.
You have to be calm, you have to rest.
I'll pass you a bag, if you want to puke.
In just a pair of hours, we'll move down.
Wait until wee reach that place.
I'd better be lyng at my home
Playing with the top, or making a barbeue,
But I'm a child and I'm foed
To do what my annoy'ng parents say.
Life is so unfair, I feel so frustraed.
Leave me alone, that I'm moed
Like a traed cat, ao…
Don't worry son, that we aren't missing anything.
It waits for you a pot full of soup.
If you stay put, I'll buy you an empanada.
It can be of clam, or full of treats.
Wait until wee reach that place.
The road ends, we have arried.
It made me eternal. The trip has ened.
I don't feel my legs and my neck is foled.
I'm feeling so sleepy and I'm traed.
I fall asleep, this had ened.
Ao!
PD: The main joke of this song, is that many words that end in “ado” in spanish, have the “d” of “ado”, omitted, as result, they end in “ao”. If I wrote them wrong, is to translate right, because that’s how they’re in spanish.
I hope, you like this song. Is quite funny.
If you want to understand the words, these are the words, in order:
amurrado - moped
aburrido - bored
cansado - tired
apretado - tight
obligado - forced
curado (borracho) - drunked
mojado - wet
arrugado - wrinkled
asado (as a verb) - baked
helado - ice-cream
colado (papilla) - porridge
nublado - cloudy
desvelado - sleepless
amarrado - strapped
enjaulado - caged
salado - salty
finado (muerto) - dead
peinado - combed
choreado (harto) - fed up
pescado - fish
echado - lying
asado (as a noun) - barbecue
obligado - forced
pesados - annoying
frustrado - frustrated
amurrado - moped
encerrado - trapped
llegado - arrived
acabado - ended
doblado - folded
destrozado - trashed
terminado - ended
What do you think?
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Who Wants to Meet My OCs? (Part 2 - Gyateara)
First and foremost, I meant to have this whole series to be sort of churned out the same day/week as Part 1. Life.... didn’t let that happen. I then figured “okay, I’ll update the series every Sunday” and then yesterday came and went...
Regardless, from the NEXT POST onward, I’m aiming to update every Sunday. Now, back to the series itself.
Ever since at least November, I’ve wanted to do individual posts for each of my OCs so you could meet them all. Well, I’m finally getting off my butt and working on this massive project (we’ll ignore that I’m spending hours working on this instead of my ML fanfic.... >_>).
In Part 1, I gave a broad overview of this whole Meet My OCs series, as well as gave some generic IRL background to the two main worlds my OCs hail from:
1) Gyateara
2) Glitches
Well, in this part of the series, I’m going to stay IRL as I explain where each individual OC within the Gyateara universe came from. If this is interesting to you, feel free to check below the break.
If you’d rather just skip ahead to the character bios themselves, my first one about my Glitches character Willow should be up in two weeks (sorry for the wait).
If I’m talking about Gyateara characters, I should probably talk about the one that first birthed the world:
Amara Yori
Amara was my first-ever D&D character. I had known of the game for ages since my father used to play it frequently (and apparently roped my mother into at least running the monsters so she’d be included; ignoring that she’d rather not be included XD).
I really got interested in D&D when I was a teen and saw the gorgeously stylized covers for AD&D ver 3.5. My father had passed away before officially introducing me to the game (although we did used to play Dungeon all the time, so that was a start...), and none of my friends were going to touch that “nerd culture” with a 10ft pole, so I simply admired the books, but never actually played. Then I went to college and managed to Nerd Out.
Hubby (then boyfriend) offered to help me build my first-ever character, but in 2004 the D&D 3.5 expansions were so massive I had far too many choices to choose from.
So Hubby had me go through some of his extra minis, and let me pick out one that I really liked. With his help, I ended up with the 2003 version of the Wood Elf Skirmisher.
Based solely on this mini, I started building Amara.
Hubby suggested that I try out the Scout class for my first one, since I couldn’t choose between a Rogue, Ranger, or Druid, and Scout is sort of in between at least the Rogue and Ranger classes. For whatever reason - I can’t remember it now - I also decided I wanted to play a half-elf.
Upon reading the generic backstory description the D&D books had for the Scout class, I figured my character needed some sort of Tragic BackstoryTM that would explain her scouting skills. Things like trap finding and dismantling, masterful rope use skills, hiding and tracking skills, and connection to animals.
I was in a big The Vision of Escaflowne kick at the time - which shows up in a couple other characters’ backstories - and was fascinated with the history between Van Fanel’s parents. Van’s human father Goau stumbled upon Varie, a Draconian woman, in the woods one day. Draconians have the ability to manifest feathered wings which allow them flight. It was rare to see a Draconian, and her beauty - with her wings shimmering in the moonlight as she waded in a small pool of water - mesmerized Goau. He instantly fell in love and brought Varie home to be his wife. The duo seemed to love each other deeply. Amara’s parents, on the other hand....
I’ll get into more when I break down their actual bios, but I took the idea of “Human stumbles upon exotic non-human in the woods and instantly marries her” and twisted it slightly. Amara’s mother was very much emotionally, and possibly even physically (I haven’t confirmed this yet), abused by Amara’s father. Amara, being a half-elf, also had to deal with abuse at the hands of many of her fellow clansmen - both the human and the elven clans; pretty much exclusively because she was a “half-breed” (Yes, I was really into InuYasha then too).
As I kept building Amara, I kept adding more and more tragedy to her backstory. I do enjoy what I created, but, especially after reading a lot of posts here on Tumblr, I’m afraid her history is nothing but a giant knotted ball of cliches and tropes. For now, though, I’m running with it. Perhaps I can figure out work-arounds later....
I never did get to play more than a session or two with Amara before the game disbanded (which seems to be a repeat thing with my gaming group), but she still lives on in my mind, and eventually in Gyateara.
Natalie
As I mentioned above, The Vision of Escaflowne very much inspired me while I was working on the earliest bits of Gyateara. Therefore, Natalie is your basic Isekai protagonist.
For those who don’t know the term (I didn’t know an official genre term existed until about a year ago), Isekai refers to a subgenre of fantasy/speculative fiction where the main character is abruptly teleported from their world to a new one; usually one with a fantasy setting.
It’s a massive subgenre and includes most of the fantasy animes I’ve watched:
InuYasha
The Vision of Escaflowne
Fushigi Yuugi
The Devil is a Part-Timer
The Rise of the Shield-hero
The Saga of Tanya the Evil
The Familiar of Zero
How to NOT Summon a Demon Lord
Sword Art Online (technically)
.Hack//Sign (technically)
Digimon (first season, specifically)
Psyren (manga)
The list can go on, but that’s not the point of this post. Getting back to the actual point, I clearly enjoyed this genre without even realizing there was a term for it, and created my own Isekai story. Natalie is from our world, but is abruptly teleported to Gyateara’s main Northern Isle, where she must save the country from being destroyed by a power-hungry, put painfully charismatic, villain.
I had taken elements from Kagome (InuYasha), Hitomi (The Vision of Escaflowne), Miaka (Fushigi Yuugi), and I think I had Ariel (The Little Mermaid) in there as well at one point. She was - and still kind of is - just “Generic Isekai Female Protagonist”, which is one of the main reasons the story she was in failed so soon into NaNoWriMo back in... 2014, I think. Almost a solid decade after I started dreaming up her Isekai story. She definitely needs to go back to the drawing board a bit to be properly fleshed out.
Connor
He was from the same story as Natalie. Connor was a denizen of Gyateara’s Northern Isles, and became Natalie’s traveling companion as he helped her try to find a way home. Ya know, that old Isekai chestnut. I even leaned heavily into the cliche and had the two of them fall in love throughout their journey. Which would lead to a third-act twist of “Okay, we can defeat the villain, but then what? Could they stay together? Would Natalie stay on Gyateara? Will Connor instead try to go home to Earth with her?”
Real original. I know. Add in that Connor was a sort of Frankenstein’s monster of a character. Grab a snack, this is going to take a minute...
Connor’s traits included:
The basic backstory and drive of the player character in the video game Fable, in which his father was killed, his mother and sister tortured (and presumed dead, only to be proven still alive and captured), his home village burnt down, and he was taken in by the local guild so the guild master could train Connor to become the hero the GM believed Connor was prophesied to be.
The half-demon traits of InuYasha (InuYasha), which transformed him into a sort of were-cat. His mother, a full-demon, could become a 15ft (4.57m) tall panther with split tails. Connor’s half-demon heritage was hidden from him, and he only transformed under extreme moments of stress.
Yes. The “love interest is the only one who can snap the protag back from a monstrous rage” trope was heavily evident throughout the story.
His overall look was inspired by Link (Legend of Zelda video game franchise). His basic fighting style - swordsmanship and expert archery - was a sort of tag-teamed “thieving” from Link as well as Van (The Vision of Escaflowne).
A highly resistant, and begrudging submission to become the Hero of Prophecy lifted off of Tamahome (Fushigi Yuugi).
I know he was much more influenced by Van from Escaflowne when I was first making him. I even used Van as a reference guide when I tried to create character head shots of him. I just can’t recall now what else I swiped from that character.
I feel like there are also other male anime/video game protags I swiped traits from, but I can’t recall them anymore. Regardless, I threw them in a blender, and poured out the mixture that became Connor.
Jolene Crisslebalm
Ah, the character whose last name I always have to look up, because I can’t recall how I spelled it. Good starting point, right?
I am a very reserved person. In particular, a very sexually reserved person. But I do enjoy sex, and I love the act of flirting, and the “thrill of the chase” when it comes to dating, so a part of me always wonders what I would be like if I had let go of my reservations and just enjoyed the carnal pleasures of life.
So, two characters in particular - Willow (from Glitches) and Jolene - are my exploration of that Path Not Traveled.
A friend of mine was hosting a D&D campaign via Roll20.net, and wondered if I wanted in. I hadn’t been involved in a D&D game in a year or so at that point, and I’ve enjoyed playing a couple of one-offs with him DMing, so I leapt at the chance to join. I had almost always played a form of Rogue class (hence the internet persona) in previous D&D campaigns, so I decided to stay the course, but with a twist I hadn’t tried before.
I wanted Jolene to be a sort of reluctant adventurer, preferring instead to be a cat burgler, but I also wanted that sexual/sensual exploration of character. So, she was a traveling prostitute (not exactly legal without proper ties to a brothel; much like a Sex Trade Guild sort of thing), but she also used her “alone time with clients” to scope out the place to see if it’s worth robbing.
Fast forward about 3 years, and I end up watching the first episode of the Freeform Marvel series Cloak and Dagger... where I saw Tandy doing the same thing, but roofying her targets instead of sleeping with them first... Great minds, and all that?
Eh, Jolene figures “might as well make money off of them before coming back and robbing the rest... less to carry later...”
In the end, while Jolene had an.... interesting run... and one I actually did enjoy role playing, even if it did leave me a bit frustrated afterwards (a good frustrated?)... Jolene just didn’t fit the world the DM created, nor did she fit in quite as well as I would have hoped with the other players.
They were all AMAZING players, by the way. Some of the best role players I’ve had the pleasure of meeting, and such fantastic writers as well. BTW, we wrote out everything in the Roll20 chat log instead of verbally playing or using video-chat. I must admit, I was quite envious of their skills. It was just a tighter knit group, and I wasn’t able to feel out their play-style well enough to continue with the group. Eventually they all had to go their separate ways anyway when their schedules no longer lined up.
Still, I LOVED Jolene, and she was the D&D character I had the joy of running the longest, so she NEEDED to live on. She did, in my first NaNoWriMo “win”. I managed to hit those 50,000 words, but I still had about 3/5ths of her story to write.
See, while coming up with Jolene’s jaded attitude towards love and her pull towards a more hedonistic lifestyle, I went with the good old cliche of Heartbreak Was The Culprit. (With so many cliches in my character builds, is it a wonder why I just stick with fanfiction... the characters are already created...)
Jolene had her heart broken five times between the ages of 13 and 21. She was the type who fell quick into love, and fell HARD into it, and always felt intensely betrayed by her lovers when they left her. To be fair... they did routinely leave her for a woman of better social standing, or - in her youth - someone more willing to put out, or just straight up abandon her without so much as a farewell note. Eventually, she gave up on trying to find love, and joined a brothel, and then the thieves guild, and then headed out on her own from there.
The DM thought it unlikely that she was a prostitute for the better part of 5 years without a single pregnancy, so he rolled for it, and Jolene had one miscarriage, one still born, and one healthy child she gave up for adoption. I was not expecting to include that in her backstory, but it actually worked fairly well.
And all of that was the subject of my NaNo project: Lost Loves and Paramours. Jolene’s full biography leading up to the campaign: every man she fell in love with, every person she slept with, the one client who tried to murder her to avoid a scandal of his lust getting the better of him, the pain of her miscarry, the devastation of her stillborn, the heart break of giving up her surviving child, the struggles against a stalker, and her over-all YOLO attitude.
(Bitmoji is a beautiful thing...)
Well, second long post of this series is now complete. Next week, I’ll talk about the IRL inspiration for my Glitches characters. Thank you so much for indulging me on these epic ramblings.
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Rescued pt. 2
Summary: After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.
Warnings: Mentions of cancer and death, self-harm. Swearing, as always.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count:1481
Author’s Note: You know how pretentious it feels to refer to myself as an Author?! As always, massive round of applause to the ever lovely @the-pri-experience @tatortot2701 and @bxckytrxsh whom I adore.
PREVIOUSLY
“What are you doing this weekend?”
He looked a bit surprised and taken aback at your sudden question but Tall Dark and Handsome answered honestly, “Nothing. I don’t really have family here so I usually spend holidays alone.” He shrugged, as if embarrassed, and you only became more determined by his answer.
“Good, that settles it then,” you grin up at him. “You’ll have Good Friday dinner with me.” Quickly writing down your address and phone number you shoved the paper in his hands and began to drive away.
You only made it twenty feet before your car screeched to a halt and you called out, “I’m Y/N, by the way!”
Laughing and shaking his head at the turn of events, he replied, “You can call me Bucky.”
The next morning you barely had time for a cup of coffee before the first of your family members began to arrive. Almost everyone lived in-state but because of your central location and five bedroom house, everyone tended to converge here.
Your oldest brother, and a very pregnant Karen, arrived first. Even though he lived the farthest away Jordan always tried to be first to arrive for three reasons. 1) He wanted first dibs on the loft above the garage, by far the best guest space, 2) he could set booby traps for the others, and 3) he rifled through your snack cupboard and hid all the mini eggs so he wouldn't have to share.
As he set to work short sheeting the other beds, you set to work making tea for Karen and catching up on all the latest baby and wedding planning news.
You were plating lunch as two trucks pulled up; your other brothers were here. Jack and Michael were the middle kids, identical twins, and always competing. ALWAYS. About e-ver-y-thing. This moment was a perfect example. They lived together but chose to drive separately so they could race.
The front door was thrown open and the boys grown men struggled against each other to be the first inside. Taking a moment to take in his surroundings Jack saw you first and dove towards you, sliding along the hardwood floor the last few feet and slapping your calf.
“I WIN! SUCK IT, MIKEY!”
Already knowing what they were competing for, you rolled your eyes, “Guys, the room with the en-suite is reserved for Mom and Dad, so don’t even bother.”
At this, the twins groaned, glanced at each other, and scrambled on the slippery floor in unison. The fight for the attic was on. You would have missed Jason sneaking out of the kitchen if Karen hadn’t asked what he was up to.
“I may have set a few traps in the wrong room… "and with that he was gone, reversing God knows what from the room your parents would soon take up residence in.
You enjoyed your quiet life in the big house but moments like this were what you lived for. You hoped to fill the home with your own big family, eventually, one day, at some time. You just needed to find a man who could get passed the scrutiny of your three big brothers first.
Might as well get used to the quiet and adopt a few cats…
Once everyone got settled, you put the boys to work. Jack was replacing a few shingles on the roof that had blown off during a big winter storm. Michael was in the kitchen working his magic; the house smelled like fresh bread and you anticipated gaining at least five pounds over the weekend. Jordan was changing the oil in your car and promised to rotate your tires before the weekend was up.
You provided them with food and lodging, but you were very much getting the better end of the bargain.
Your parents arrived just after lunch and everyone piled out of the house to greet them. The festive air had you all joking and smiling but those were wiped off your faces when you saw your mother.
She was pale, gaunt, and even though she was valiantly trying to hide it, you could tell she was in pain. You gasped while reaching for her hand, "Mom… what-what’s wrong?!”
You hadn’t seen her since Christmas, but anything that could destroy her body this aggressively in such a short amount of time had to be bad.
“Let’s get inside.” She smiled at you sadly and patted your hand. “I’ll tell you everything once I’m settled with a strong cuppa in my hands.”
“The cancer has already spread, we caught it too late. Radiation would give me a few more months but my quality of life would be so poor we’ve decided it wouldn’t be worth it.”
The silence in the room was deafening as everyone sat, shocked into silence. Suddenly your heart was being squeezed from the painful realization that your mom was dying. All at once, your emotions flooded through you; swirling around and squeezing your heart. You were afraid of what life would be like without your mom as she was your idol, the family matriarch, your best friend. Images flickered through your mind in rapid fire: all of them important occasions which your mother would no longer be a part of.
Suddenly, it was all just too much and you felt the overwhelming desire to hide and be alone. Running from the room, you ran upstairs to your bedroom and slammed the door behind you. A sob tore its way up your throat and you sank down to the floor, letting the tears flow and selfishly mourning your future.
Immediately after your tears had dried you became angry. Angry with God, the world, fate. Angry with your parents for giving up and not even trying to fight. Angry at how calm they seemed. Angry at yourself and your selfish crying. It all welled up inside of you, threatening to make you go crazy. Needing an outlet you began punching the wall crying out with rage and splitting the skin of your knuckles. If it hadn’t been the gentle touch of your mom’s hand on your shoulder you don’t know how much destruction you’d have caused.
You weren’t ready to face her yet, knowing that when you did the truth of her illness would be glaringly obvious.
“Y/N, baby, I’m sorry,” she said in a soft voice while running her hands through your hair like she did when you were young. “I might not have a lot of time left, but I’m going to make the most of it. And really,” she chuckled, “it’s not like I haven’t already lived a full life.”
After a few deep breaths, you were able to talk to her and discuss her wishes. Her bucket list perfectly mirrored the way she had lived her life: a bit of everything. From food tasting to roller coaster rides, she even included a horrifying ‘Join the mile high club’ and the ever unrealistic 'watch Y/N get married in my old wedding dress.
“Mom,” you snorted, ever the lady “no offense, but that’s a bit far-fetched, no?”
“What? That dress looks like it was made for you!”
“You know the dress isn’t the problem. It’s finding a man who won’t run away screaming after meeting the boys.” You deadpanned.
Whatever response your mom might have had was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
“Who…?” You got up off your bed and started heading towards the stairs when you heard your dad answer the door and a deep voice return his greeting.
Bucky! Fuck! You had completely forgotten about your guest amidst the bomb drop and resulting emotional carnage.
“Hi, uhhhhhh… I’m here for dinner? Is this… Is this Y/n’s house?” Bucky stood in the doorway clad in dark demon jeans and a white button-up with the sleeves loosely rolled up. He ran his hands through his hair and held out a pumpkin pie, an act that looked an awful lot like a peace offering. He had a terrible poker face but you found his nervousness endearing.
“Hey, Bucky! You came!” Plastering a smile on your face you silently thanked the intrusion, knowing that a guest would force everyone to focus on the holiday and have a good time.
“Y/N, you’ve been keeping secrets! All that talk upstairs and you’ve got this handsome boy right here.” Your mother prattled on about how happy she was to see you with someone and that she’d rest a lot easier knowing you were being taken care of. “And look!” she exclaimed finally freeing Bucky of his food offering, “He can bake too!”
Your Mom looked so happy; some colour had come back into her cheeks, and there was a new spring in her step that hadn’t been there mere minutes earlier. The thought of destroying the illusion she had just created made your heart ache and you couldn’t find the words to contradict her.
Turning to Bucky with imploring eyes, you could see that he was already assessing the situation. His gaze went from your red-rimmed eyes to your battered knuckles, then over to your Mom’s wasted frame. The tension in the air still hadn’t dissipated and you would have been shocked if he hadn’t sensed it. You stood there nervously for three hours (or was it only seconds?) for him to react. His next move took you by surprise.
“Hello... babe,” he smiled awkwardly as the endearment came out as more of a question. Walking over to you and throwing his arm around your shoulders he looked towards your parents and waved, “I’m Bucky, you must be Y/N’s grandparents?”
Oh shit.
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Part Three
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5 Things About Me Meme!
Tagged by @awakaru !
This time i’ll tag the last few people in my activity- @robtari , @tavros-tardis , and @boundtoanandroid !
5 Things You’ll Find In My Bag:
-My sketchbooks(two of them. same kind but one is vertical and the other is horizontal)
-My art supply box, which is pink and glittery and used to be a makeup box that i got for christmas one year
-This probly counts as two things, but my plusle and minun plushies! i also have a plusle keychain.
-I have a calligraphy pen w/ multiple nibs that I haven’t used very much yet. I’ll hopefully start using it and improving when i start college this fall!
-And finally, my tablet with bluetooth keyboard. No mouse or pen for it but that’s fine for now. One day though…
5 Things You’ll Find in My Bedroom:
Too many things;;
-I have a book bag that I only use when I travel. When I’m at home though, it holds most of my plushies! Including a pachirisu that lost an ear. Which I. Kiiind of fixed? I tore off a scrap piece of a purple scarf and sewed it over the hole with yarn. Maybe I’ll take a pic later, lollo
-I keep a cat cube on my bed near my feet. It’s purple and pink, with a leopard print. The outside is a kind of messy texture, while the inside has a soft carpet on the bottom. The cats don’t normally use it but when they do i try to take pictures!
-My favorite blanket! I use it to stim. When I was at high school I’d usually take it with me in my bag, as well as my scarves. It was helpful for taking naps during commons, especially after a bad insomnia bout. Also helpful during my depressive episodes- even if I’d still end up going home early sometimes.
-I have various posters put up in my room- including some prints from juicyink on youtube, a kingdom hearts 2 poster i got from when borders was still around, a print of Vincent Valentine that I got in the Artist Alley at colossalcon last year, a print i got from a caricature artist i got on my birthday as well as the caricature he made of me, and some old fashioned prints made on corkbord which kind of remind me of lowbrow fantasy art. I don’t know how old they are, I think my mom got them for me at a flea market?
-I also have some old drawings of mine on my walls. I used to have a lot more of my older older pics, but i took them down because I wanted to start fresh. These were from my senior year i think? So far it’s just drawings of Osiria and Dahteste so far lollo
-I lastly have my desktop computer! It’s a p big screen. My dad got me a new screen, keyboard, and pc box for my birthday, after I told him I wanted mass effect andromeda once it came out. For the specs he said. He’s very enthusiastic about that sort of thing;;
5 Things I’ve always wanted to do in life:
-Become a concept artist/character designer
-Write a story/Draw a comic about my characters(sadly my imagination is more abstract and my minds not v suited for concrete scripting lollo)
-Somehow meet and help my characters in real life. I know that’s impossible, shoosh
-Become a side character in someone else’s story/video game. Not physically of course- I mean I want to play as the sort of character that supports the protagonist and helps them get a good ending.
-Become a voice actor! I really enjoy the thought of my voice bringing a character to life. I’ve tried auditioning before, but I’m not very confident in online auditions like that cus my mics not the best;;
5 Things That make me Happy:
-Philadelphia roll with smoked salmon, avocado, and cream cheese! My fav sushi yums;;
-My cat Molly! her purrs sound like a pigeon or a dove coping and she’s so soft
-Comforting and emotional characters!! Like Cole, Sandal, and Dog from Dragon Age, Jaal from me:a, Legion from Mass Effect, Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter, Lee from Naruto, Dogmeat from Fallout, etc.
-My Mom gives really good hugs and she’s really good at emotional support! She understands what I go through cus she has depression and anxiety too. We even take some of the same prescription! I like her more than Dad cus he gets angry sometimes and I can’t really predict when that happens. He’s not hurting me or anything, he just gets loud and that makes me a lil nervous is all!
-Conventions! I’m not really equipped for big social events usually, but these are usually the exception. You don’t really talk to people one on one, and you don’t have to be afraid of being the center of attention. Even buying stuff is easier cus no ones judging you for how much you’re buying or how long you’re at one booth!
5 Things I’m Currently Into:
-My mutuals/followers may or may not have noticed the posts about witchcraft ehe;; It started with me researching stuff that one of my brain friends, Elisa, is into. She started out with just general tarot reading, which then developed into her actually being a witch, which led to me discovering i really enjoyed the subject lollo
-Dungeons and Dragons podcasts like The Adventure Zone and Godsfall. that is too many capital letters;;;
-Modern Girl In Thedas fanfics. I especially enjoy the ones where the protag discovers no one in thedas speaks english. Sometimes people write it so english is qunlaat, but my fav is that the protag has to work at learning common on their own.
-I’ve gotten into playing more mobile games again, now that i have a phone that can support them;; I now have Love Live SIF, Fallen London, and the new ver of Kingdom Hearts X(fyi the x is pronounced cross in english- in japan its pronounce chi!)
-I’ve been watching doodle videos lately. They’re vids where the artist just doodles random lines and patterns and shapes to fill an entire page. Sometimes there are mandalas too! Sometimes the artist talks quietly and motivationally during it like Bob Ross. if you’re curious one of the artists i’ve been watching recently is called Peter Draws on youtube!
5 Things on My To-Do List:
-Finish prepping all the paperwork for starting college. I’ve been accepted, but there’s still financial paperwork to fill out lollo
-Make a grimoire/book of shadows/book of mirrors. Atm, all my witchy notes are in my phone. I plan to make a cutesy decoden grimoire once i’m actually in school!
-Start doing physical stuff like yoga and walking. School has a public yoga class available, and the campus has a lot of places where i can take breaks if i start feeling light headed due to the scoliosis. I’ve downloaded pokémon go preemptively to help w that
-Prepare for june’s various activities! This year i’m not just going to colossalcon- I’m also going to volunteer at a convention in DC! ooo I’m so excited and i wanna pack immediately even tho i know it’s not for a month yet lollo;; my mom is also in this mood
- Mmmaybe get a spirit companion? Dunno for sure yet. Not sure if my social anxiety also applies to the ethereal. A bit nervous about the constant-ness of the interaction. Need to research the subject a bit more lollo
5 Things People May Not Know About Me:
-I’m really disorganized. So much so that i can’t close my closet door due to the clutter in front of it;;;
-Physically speaking, I am only 5'6", I have a lazy eye, and mild scoliosis. My right canine tooth is broken as well.Im kind of self conscious about my teeth so my smiles are usually closed mouth.
I also have problems with hygiene, for various reasons- for general cleanliness i just forget to shower sometimes/don’t have the motivation for it. As for the teeth, my sensory issues make it so i very much hate toothpaste. That’s why my teeth are so bad;; speaking of-
-I have various mental issues. I have depression and anxiety, which has been clinically diagnosed. My psychiatrist also suspects i have mild autism or aspergers, but the test people never got back to us so heck if we know for sure. My mom, a couple of my friends, as well as me all agree i seem to have it. I also believe i have maladaptive daydreaming. This is a condition that makes it so I have very detailed imaginary worlds in my head- so detailed in fact that I get very attached to the characters in them, who I call brain friends. The daydreams get so detailed and involved that it’s sometimes hard for me to focus on stuff like reading or sleeping. Which exacerbates the insomnia i already have lollo. It’s easier for me to read fanfics than published stuff as a result, cus fanfics are basically written dreams in that sense? i’m also p bad at explaining myself with words lo l l,o;;
-Despite most of my posts being happy ones, i tend to have p bad depressive episodes. I try not to vent on here though cus i’m self conscious about how others interpret that. It makes me feel manipulative. I also have trouble with asking my parents for stuff for the same reason;;
-I started the positivity tag on election night. I was really shaky and anxious, but all of that was trapped inside and i couldn’t cry, so i just felt stuck there(i now suspect i was disasociating at the time?). I started reblogging all these happy posts to cheer myself up, and thanking all the people who were putting them on my dash. That’s why my positivity tag is ‘thank you’! :^)
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1. The Swap || Mapi Leon x Reader
Summary: why are suddenly being woken by your cat screaming and not her laying on your chest?
Warnings: fluff, suggestive content
Italics = Mapi's Thoughts/POV
Word Count: 4.2k
Series Masterlist
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“Aella, you did so well,” you smiled. “I know, no one likes the vet. But, you were amazing.”
Aella, your beautiful black cat, cuddled into your arms at your praise, almost as if she could understand you. Her actions made you smile as you walked to the entrance of your apartment, it quickly turned to a slight frown when she began to wiggle in your arms. You released her and let her run ahead slightly watching her closely before looking down to find your keycard.
When you glanced back up, worry burst in your veins.
You couldn’t see her anymore.
“Aella!”
Your heart began to beat faster as you turned around to see if she had run behind you and when you didn’t see her you called her name once more.
“Aella, baby! Come here, please!”
You desperately looked around for what seemed like forever(it was actually 1 minute) before your black cat came running out of the bushes, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief. You bent down to pick up the raven-furred creature, holding her tightly.
“I need to stop letting you run off,” you whisper into her fur, scanning your keycard and opening the door to your apartment complex. "I take my eyes off of you for literally a second and you decide it's time for an adventure."
As the door was closing you could hear someone shouting in the distance as if they were looking for something too.
“I wonder who that could be,” you whisper again to her. “None of my business though.”
Aella meowed in response before purring, making you giggle. You pause at the top of the stairs to get out your keys when someone bumped into you, forcing you to drop them. When you turned around, you saw your tatted neighbor, whose name you still didn’t know.
“Hey,” you said cheerfully.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, ignoring you, before entering the apartment across from yours.
You stood there for a second and pondered her actions. You had never had a bad interaction with her, in fact, recently you learned she also had a black cat. So her attitude could only mean one thing:
“She must be having a bad day,” you tell Aella, entering your home.
As soon as you enter, Aella begins to squirm in your arms, irking you. Aella never turned down a chance to be held, well, not usually.
“Okay,” you let out. “Seems like you’re having a bad day as well.”
You sat your bags on the table and began to get Aella’s food ready when your mind wandered to the woman who had bumped into you. Your neighbor was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Everything she did made you swoon.
How her eyes brightened before she smiled, how her arms bulged a little when she pulled her door open, the way her tattoos sat on her skin, you took note of everything. It was nice having an attractive neighbor, it was something else that made coming home that much better.
You hadn’t realized you had dazed off until you heard Aella meowing loudly, making you panic. She was one of the quietest cats you’ve ever met, something must be wrong.
“What,” you asked rushing to your bedroom where she was.
Nothing was going on, she was…just being loud? What?
“Aella, what’s going on? You’re being weird,” you say leaning down in front of the green-eyed cat. “You’re usually so calm. Did the vet mess you up that much?”
When she just meowed at you, it irked you even more. Aella rarely responded out loud, you always had silent conversations with her. Her blinking was the only thing that let you know she was listening. You slowly begin walking back to the kitchen when Aella started meowing loudly again, more like screaming. You quickly peeked your head into your room, to see if something was actually going on. Nothing was and she went silent when she saw you.
“Come on,” you sigh, leaning down and opening your arms for her to jump into.
She didn’t move.
“Aella, come here,” you laugh at her antics.
She still didn’t move. She just stared at you for a couple of seconds, meowing before closing her eyes.
You were left speechless at the lack of response. The Aella you knew loved physical affection, almost more than you did. You silently walked back to the kitchen heart heavy at the rejection of affection by your best friend and began to prepare her dinner.
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“Bagheera! Where are you?”
Mapi called out for her cat once more.
Her heart hadn’t stopped thumping in her chest at the prospect of her cat being loose, Bagheera was an inside cat through and through. He didn’t stand a chance out in the city. Her fingers ran through her hair as the sun beat down on her, she had locked all the doors in her apartment when she left and made sure the door to her balcony was closed. How could he have gotten out?
She glanced up and saw her neighbor holding her cat, and Mapi’s heart squeezed in her chest. Where the fuck was Bagheera? As the sun continued to shine, her rings began to feel hot, the metal no longer cool from air conditioning.
Mapi sighed, perhaps it was time to call animal services. All her things were upstairs in her apartment, she had run down without anything when she realized Bagheera was missing.
“Fuck,” she muttered. “Of all the fucking days, it just had to be this one.”
She had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, her neck and shoulders aching from sleeping on them funny. Then, at practice, her knee began to act up randomly. Her hair wasn’t cooperating with her either, falling out of its usual messy bun as if she had tied it up with thread instead of a hair tie. Finally, of course, her cat had decided today was the day to take a hike.
She made her way up the stairs and, as she was cursing her shit day, hadn’t realized a person had stopped at the top of the stairs until a small ‘oof’ left both their lips. She didn’t even bother to look up, head still in the clouds only muttering a small ‘sorry’ and continuing on to her apartment.
“Fuck,” Mapi, paused, realizing she had just bumped into her neighbor.
The neighbor that she had been keeping an eye on. The neighbor that was always smiling at her. The neighbor that was constantly skipping around. The fellow cat parent.
That neighbor.
And she had just acted like the biggest bitch on the planet. She hadn’t even acknowledged her.
She began to look for her phone as she inwardly cringed at her actions and, once she had found it, made her way to her balcony to make the call, hoping that the fresh air would do her some good. Her focus stayed on her phone until she was finished looking up the nearest animal control when finally, she looked up. Then she saw him.
Her cat just strolled along the path in front of her apartment, as if nothing was the matter.
“Shit.”
Mapi had never felt herself run so fast, and she played soccer for a living so that's saying something.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she continued to curse under her breath, each one timed with her feet hitting the stairs.
Her heartbeat continued to rise in pace as she jogged over to the happy cat laying in the sun.
“You are one annoying cat, you know that,” Mapi breathed once she had Bagheera in her arms.
The cat in question stayed silent, choosing to snuggle further into her arms, blinking slowly.
“Yeah, te amo tambien,” she chuckled, holding the cat closer.
She waited for someone with a keycard to open the door for her, as she had left everything up in her apartment(yet again) and made her way back up the stairs for the third time that day. She glanced at her neighbor's door, cringing again, before opening her own door and entering. She subconsciously waited for Bagheera to jump from her arms and run around her apartment chasing whatever his eyes landed on but that moment never came, Bagheera stayed in her arms.
“Is someone feeling sentimental,” Mapi teased.
Bagheera just closed his eyes. Strange.
“You know that neighbor that I was telling you about,” Mapi asked, continuing to talk to the cat. “I bumped into her earlier today, I mean, I hadn’t realized it was her until I was back in my apartment because I was so worried about you, thanks for that by the way.”
The cat, once again, stayed silent choosing instead to watch her. Mapi was so used to Bagheera responding to her that the silence made her worry.
“Are you okay, gatito?”
No response, just a blink.
“Bueno,” she said cautiously, putting the cat down and expecting him to begin running.
He never did, instead, he began to rub himself onto her calves, purring.
What was going on?
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You watched as the black cat leapt from the floor to your couch with confusion, as you had been doing for the past two days. Aella’s strange behavior continued even after the day you brought her back from the vet. She now ran around your apartment instead of sitting peacefully. She would scratch at the table which she had never done. She would also wake you up with loud meowing, which shocked you the most.
Since she was a kitten, Aella had always laid on your chest and waited for you to wake up. Every minute that passed made your heart beat faster, what was with this new behavior?
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Mapi groaned as she awoke, feeling pressure on her chest, not anything heavy but pressure all the same. When she opened her eyes she saw her cat, resting on her chest.
“Hey, Bagheera,” she said, more like asked.
This was the second day of her cat acting strangely, the second day where she hadn’t woken up to her cat screaming. Instead, she was woken up by purring and cuddles. Very strange indeed.
She never thought she would say this but, she missed the screaming and the running around and the energy that her cat surrounded her with all day. She wondered where it went.
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Aella began doing her laps around your apartment and you continued to watch her in bewilderment while eating. Around her sixth lap, she paused for a drink of water, and that's when you saw it. You stopped, mid-bite, and slowly put down your fork.
“Aella,” you called cautiously. “Come here, please.”
When she didn’t respond you picked her up and sat her next to you on the couch.
“Okay, I’m going to do something,” you tell her. “It’s not going to be very comfortable for either of us though, okay?”
You grab the cat on both sides and lift her up, confirming what you saw. “She” was actually a he.
“Shit,” you curse putting the Aella imposter down. “Well, you’re not my baby. Who are you, buddy?”
You put the cat back on your lap and begin to stroke his fur, smiling softly when he began to purr.
“As sweet as you are, I think we need to find your owner. They’re probably worried sick,” you sigh. “And most importantly, I need to find my cat. Her name is Aella.”
He meowed in response, hopping off your lap and trotting over to the door before sitting down in front of it.
“Mr. what are you doi-”
You cut yourself off with a gasp. The only other person you had seen with a black cat who had green eyes was your neighbor.
“There is no way,” you sigh, looking the cat in the eyes. “We could try though. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt, right?”
He meowed once more before looking back at the door.
“Give me one second,” you tell him before running to your bedroom, heart beating wildly.
“She can’t see me like this and if she is your mom then maybe we could become friends. Then, maybe, we could hang out and when we hang out we could maybe…”
You paused your rambling as you finished changing your shirt and applying perfume, maybe what? You thought back to the dirty blonde woman and her tattoos. You didn’t see her all the time, in fact, your schedules hardly aligned. But, when you did see her, the world became rosy and pink. You could watch her leg muscles all day...or her arms, especially when the tattoos shifted as the muscles moved under them. You could go on and on. It was the most rom-com-esque situation but, you had a crush on your neighbor and now you finally had a reason to talk to her.
“Okay,” you whispered to the cat who had made his way into your room. “How do I look Mr. Imposter?”
The cat meowed as if to give his seal of approval.
“Thank you,” you smiled.
You did one last check in the mirror before taking a deep breath, your mind running through every possible conversation that could happen. You stopped in front of your door and looked down at the cat who looked up at you expectantly. Picking up the green-eyed creature, you slowly walked out into the hallway, feeling as if you were about to walk into an abyss.
As you raise your hand to knock on the door your arm becomes weak and your breathing quickens.
“Come on, you can do this. You can do this, you can do this,” you repeated under your breath.
After three tries, you finally knock on her door gingerly, still holding the black cat in your arms. When the door opens you are hit with the scent of cardamom and sandalwood, you could feel your heart quicken even more.
“Hello,” she smiles.
Mapi felt her heart in her throat, her hair was in a messy bun, and her shirt was filled with stains. She had never felt so underprepared in her life…what were you doing at her door?
“Hi, I’m really sorry to interrupt your day but, I think you have my cat,” you say. “And I have yours.”
She looks at you confused and just as she was about to speak another black cat appears from the corner of her apartment and runs to you, rubbing itself on your calf, purring. As she watched the cat at your feet, you got a closer look at her face, you could feel yourself falling even deeper.
“Bagheera,” she asks and the cat in your arms meows in response. “Oh my god!”
She softly takes the cat from your arms and you have to stop yourself from shivering at her touch. She chuckles as Bagheera cuddles into her chest.
“Bagheera is a beautiful name,” you say smiling, kneeling down and picking up Aella.
“Yeah, its from-
“Junglebook,” you both say at the same time.
You both begin to laugh.
If Mapi’s heart got any faster, she’s pretty sure she would go into cardiac arrest. Your smile made her skin warm and your eyes were like two pools of…fuck you had her performing sonnets.
Just as the interaction had almost come to a close Bagheera begins to squirm in her arms and Aella began to squirm in yours.
“Aella?”
“What are you-,” your gorgeous neighbor was cut off when Bagheera jumps down.
Aella quickly follows suit and runs after him, straight into your neighbor's apartment. The warm scents now surrounded you, encasing you in a cozy, soft trap that you never wanted to leave.
“I guess she feels at home,” the dirty blonde jokes.
“Yeah, I guess she had a good host,” you joke back.
“It was my pleasure,” she smiles before a look of realization flashes behind her eyes. “I haven’t introduced myself yet, I’m Mapi.”
“I’m y/n,” you grin.
She steps aside and gestures for you to come in.
“Are you sure, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”
“Y/n, I opened my home to a random cat, I’m sure I can do it for a beautiful girl. Please I insist,” she states walking away from the door and leaving it open.
As you follow her, the words “beautiful girl” played over and over again in your head. Mapi called you a beautiful girl. Slipping off your shoes, you heard the door closing behind you. You felt a gush of wind against your calves and watched Aella and Bagheera run passed you. Your heart swelled with joy and slight jealousy at the two cats.
Mapi’s eyes trail over you, taking note of your demeanor. You look at both cats with such longing, it made her heart twinge yet it gave her hope at the same time. The right corner of your mouth twitched upward as Aella swatted at Bagheera playfully.
“So, how long have you lived here,” Mapi asked.
Mapi mentally berated herself, she knew how long you had been living here, she was here when you moved in.
“Oh, um, about two months,” you responded, eyes moving from the cats to her.
Mapi liked that, having your eyes on her.
“I moved here from the States,” you continued. “I went to school there for a while.”
“Oh, decided that it was time to upgrade,” Mapi joked.
“Yeah, actually,” you joked back. “And I haven’t been disappointed. I love it here, and so does Aella. I haven’t had a lot of time to explore though.”
“Really? You’ve at least gone to some of the beaches, right?”
“Well,” you chuckled. “Not exactly, I’m still getting adjusted.”
You smiled softly at her before your eyes drifted back to the cats.
No, keep your eyes on me.
“It looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other,” you grinned.
Mapi’s eyes followed yours and she couldn’t help but smile at the sight before her, both Aella and Bagheera were curled up and sleeping on Bagheera’s bed, their chests rising and falling in unison. It was the sweetest thing you had ever seen.
“It looks like,” Mapi agreed softly. “Would you like to stay for dinner, and by that I mean, would you like to order some food?”
Your heartbeat quickened for the millionth time that evening.
“I’m guessing you still don’t know a lot of people,” Mapi added. “I could be your first friend.”
Mapi hit the nail on the head with that statement. You don’t know anyone. It was a blessing and a curse.
“I’d be happy to,” you smiled. “Anyone with a cat is suitable friend material in my book.”
“We’re already finding things to agree on, we’re practically besties,” Mapi grinned.
You laughed loudly at her statement but caught yourself when you saw your cats stirring.
“Whoops,” you whispered. “Sorry.”
Mapi giggled at your antics, saying sorry to cats who were asleep. You were worming your way deeper and deeper into her heart and she had just learned your name. You were dangerous.
“Come on,” Mapi gestures over to the couch. “We can decide what we want to eat.”
You followed her over to the couch, quickly glancing at the tattoo of a lion on her back before she turned around and sat down.
“I really like your tattoo,” you blurted out.
“Which one,” she chuckled.
“All of them,” you say with a smile.
“You haven’t seen all of them,” Mapi states.
I’d like to, you think to yourself.
“Well,” you start. “I doubt you would let yourself get a bad tattoo.”
“Touche,” she laughs. “However-”
She points at her neck and tilts her head back for you to see the writing.
Could she get any hotter?
You swallowed hard and felt a heat rising up your body as if you were a living thermometer.
“Have you ever wanted one,” Mapi asks. “A tattoo I mean.”
You nod, “Yeah, but I’m not a big fan of needles.”
“Neither was I,” Mapi grinned. “But it’s addicting. The pain is over before you know it and you find yourself wanting more.”
Your lips parted, “So you want more?”
More of you? Fuck, yes.
“Tattoos?”
You nod and lean back against the couch.
“I’m satisfied for now,” Mapi says.
You watch as Mapi’s tongue darts out to wet her lips and feel yourself flinch at the onslaught of bad thoughts that enter your mind. Suddenly, your stomach rumbles and you have never been more grateful for the annoying sound.
“So,” you start. “You said something about food?”
Mapi smiles endearingly at your joke.
“Yeah, I might have mentioned it. What are you in the mood for?”
“I don’t know, you know Spain better than I do. Surprise me.”
“That I can do.”
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“So, wait, on top of playing on Barca’s team you also interned at a tattoo shop?”
“Yep,” Mapi smiled, watching you devour the Fideuà.
“That’s amazing, how do you tattoo yourself though?”
“I don’t know, I’ve had a lot of practice so I think I’ve gotten better.”
“Well, when I overcome my fear of needles I’m coming straight to you,” you say. “I want to be the first person tattooed by Mapi León.”
Mapi felt herself warm at that, she liked the idea of sharing her art with you. Having it tattooed onto your skin. It would be a dream come true. She could almost envision it, a winding vine on your wrist or a rose on your ribs. She needed a drink.
“So how long have you had Aella,” Mapi asked, shifting the conversation.
“I’ve had Aella for 4 years, she’s like my soulmate, she’s so quiet and gentle. She’s probably the calmest cat I’ve ever met. She’s also very spoiled, I can’t say no to her.”
“So…she’s like your princess,” Mapi questions with a raised brow.
“Yeah,” you laugh. “I guess she is.”
“So that makes you La Reina.”
“What’s that?”
“The queen,” Mapi states, her eyes never leaving you.
Your cheeks heat at her directness and you quickly avert your eyes from her, almost choking on the rice you had put in your mouth. You were going to have to be careful with eating around her if she says things like that regularly. She was practically a choking hazard.
“That's cheesy,” you mutter, taking a gulp of water.
“I know,” Mapi laughs.
“Would that make you Reina dos?”
“Why would I be Reina dos?”
“Because I’m Reina uno,” you say simply as you start to clean the boxes of food.
Mapi gawked at you and your logic, laughing and giggling at your antics. Her eyes never left you as you got up to throw away the trash and came back.
“What? It’s true. It seems that Bagheera is courting Aella, which I guess would make him a prince, which would make you future queen mother…or future queen regent? Wait that’s not right, I think its-”
Mapi listened to you ramble with a smile on her face, the sun had set, and the candles that she had lit before cast a dream-like glow on your face. She had just met you and yet, she could tell that you had a place in her life.
Both cats had woken up and had begun to make their way over to their respectful owners. When Aella found her place on your lap you had stopped your rambling, seeming to forget what you were talking about all together.
“Hey, my love,” you smiled at the cat. “Did you enjoy your nap?”
Aella blinked at you, seeming to communicate with you without talking. Mapi found it admirable.
“La Princesa y El leopardo has awakened,” Mapi grinned, stroking the fur of Bagheera.
You smiled at Bagheera’s meowing, communicating with Mapi instead of the silence that Aella had. You found it cute.
“I can’t believe it took me two days to figure out that Bagheera was yours,” you chuckled.
“That is your cat, for sure.”
“Same here,” Mapi grinned. “I don’t know how I didn’t know after the first day of silence.”
You both sat there in silence after that, taking in each other’s company and listening to Bagheera and Aella’s purring. Mapi’s eyes lingered on you while yours lingered on her tattoos. You both didn’t want to forget a single detail about the other. When Mapi’s eyes lowered back down to Bagheera you took the chance to map out her face. Her strong eyebrows, her freckles, her caramel-colored eyes, the three moles on her neck, everything.
Both of you snapped out of your dream-like state when your alarm went off. Signaling to you that it was 9 p.m. Shit.
“Sorry,” you whisper, afraid that if you spoke too loudly it would break something.
“It’s okay,” Mapi grinned. “It’s late and we both have stuff tomorrow.”
You nod, a tight-lipped smile revealing your lack of enthusiasm.
“Well, mi reina y mi princesa,” Mapi starts. “I will see you soon. Tomorrow, hopefully.”
“I’d like that. A lot actually,” you say, standing up with your cat in hand.
You and I both
Mapi runs ahead of you to grab the door, opening it and standing aside.
“Bye, Bagheera,” you say, waving at the black cat.
“Bye mi reina,” Mapi flirts, attempting to curtsey. “Adiós, Princesa.”
Your nose crinkled at the nickname before letting out an exasperated laugh and curtsying back.
“Bye Mapi.”
As soon as you step out of Mapi’s apartment, you realize that you're in deep trouble. You can’t stop thinking about her. Her tattoos, her directness, her eyes. God, her eyes. You can’t remember the last time you were so captivated by someone. She was genuine, authentic, and frankly, intimidating. But you liked that about her. It was refreshing.
You make it back to your apartment, and even Aella’s purring on your lap can’t distract you from your thoughts. You’re screwed. You know you’re going to see her again, but you’re not sure if you’re ready for whatever it is that’s happening between the two of you. It’s like a spark, and you’re not sure if you want that spark to turn into a wildfire.
#mapi leon x reader#mapi león#woso#woso imagines#barca femeni x reader#woso x reader#The Parent Trap(Cat Ver.)
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Hello, when are you going to upload another chapter of the series with mapi?
I'm aiming for this weekend. I already have a good chunk of it written, I just have to finish it and then revise. So yeah, I can start a taglist if you want tho
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The Parent Trap(Cat Ver.) || Mapi Leon x Reader
SERIES MASTERLIST
1.The Swap
Summary: why are you suddenly being woken by your cat screaming and not her laying on your chest?
Warnings: fluff, suggestive content
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2. Breakfast and Obsession
Summary: Is it normal to think about your neighbor this much?
Warnings: Fluff
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3. Shared Meals
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4. Miscommunication
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5. Another Number
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Hole-In-One || Caitlin Clark x reader
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Warnings: established relationship, fluff, c*nn*r(thats a warning in itself)
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