#FOCK WHY IS IT BLURRY IN SOME PARTS

[neerasrealm]

Oh no your story is to good now I want a pt 3 laughing jack x reader (;_;) Is it ok to ask for more? If not, why not a Slen x LJ secreat relationship? since I saw you made a post about it

I’m glad you liked the story so much! Unfortunately at the time I couldn’t think of anything for a part 3, but I COULD think of plenty of stuff for a secret relationship au so...here you go. consider this a part one of a series that I’ll work on when y’all give me the time

also a couple things I wanna clarify; one, this takes place in the late 1800s - early 1900s, and two, LJ is a fallen angel in this story, but in my regular hcs he’s a regular angel- just- didn’t want people to think that shfgsha.

Slender awoke feeling groggy and stiff. His head ached and there was a rotten taste in his mouth. He groaned gently and blinked in the morning light streaming in through the window. He slowly looked around. He was in an unfamiliar room, with pastel orange walls that were covered in sheets of paper that had crude pencil and crayon drawings all over them. There were toys scattered around haphazardly along with balloons and paper garlands. The room looked...childish. But the furniture was ornate, and fit the room like it had always been there.

However, Slender’s attention wasn’t on the room for long, because he quickly realised he wasn’t alone in the unfamiliar bed. His arms were wrapped around someone big and soft. Their body was thick, and their arms were wound tightly around his own thin, frail body. Slender couldn’t see their face, but it was definitely pressed into his chest. He couldn’t see much of them below wispy black hair, but it was certainly enough for Slender to tell two things. One, they were a stranger, and two, however he had gotten here had involved something removing his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, followed by the two of them curled up together in bed, hugging each other tight.

Panic set into Slender quicker than you could say ‘’good morning’’. As Slender lay there trying not to hyperventilate his mind raced and scrambled to remember anything leading up to him getting here. The night before- what had happened? He remembered yesterday clearly enough. His father had spent the whole day pestering him about his future wedding, which meant Slender hadn’t a single moment to rest and relax. So after dinner, he snuck out and down to earth. He soon found himself in France, and later, a bar. And that’s when things got blurry.

Oh his family was going to be so angry-! He was supposed to be the responsible one! He never broke any rules, he didn’t just- get drunk! He didn’t run off in the night and end up shirtless in beds with people he didn’t know! He was enga- well technically he wasn’t, the marriage wasn’t properly arranged yet, but still! This wasn’t him! Oh he was going to be in so much trouble…

As he was trying to figure out how to get out of this situation without having a panic attack, the person on top of him shifted. He froze, his blood running cold. ‘’Please don’t wake up please don’t wake up please do-’’

‘’Mmmnnghh…’’ the person shifted, their arms uncurling from around him. One of their hands instead lay atop Slender’s bare- er- breast, and leaned against it for support as they sat up. Slender’s face flushed an extremely dark grey. The person shook their head, messy black hair falling around their face, obscuring it. Slender could see them better now. Their sleeves were striped black and white, and they wore a short grey shirt. One of their shoulders had a feathered shoulder pad on it. The second one for their other shoulder was probably on the bedroom floor somewhere, along with Slender’s jacket. ‘’Ungh.’’ they grunted. Slender stayed still as he could just waiting for the moment the other person realised their situation. It was definitely far worse for them than it was for him. Slender only had to worry about his family being angry at him. This person had to wake up in bed with a faceless monster. ‘’H-hah?’’ yep. They had definitely realised. That noise of confusion was all the confirmation Slender needed.

They slowly looked up, their eyes trailing up Slender’s thin, white body. Their head raised and stared at Slender in shock and confusion. Their face was white, just like him- but they had a face- and a pretty one at that. They had thin, black brows, and lips that were covered in smudged black lipstick. Their nose was- shaped- like a cone and it was striped just like their sleeves. Black and white. But their eyes...oh gods their eyes. They were big and round, and the colour of ice. Their eyes were bright and innocent looking in their haze of confusion. Slender blushed harder. Great, he was in bed with someone attractive.

"...w-who th' fock are ye?" The very attractive stranger asked. Slender's brows raised in surprise. Their voice was deep and gravelly, and they had the thickest accent he had ever heard. 

"I-" Slender's brain was completely fried. Whether it was from panic, the hangover or total fear induced by this attractive stranger with an intimidating voice, he wasn't sure. "My- My name is Slender." He finally stammered out. "I-I'm so sorry about all of this I don't usually-" he was cut off by the other person shifting and instead sitting on top of Slender, effectively straddling him. Oh. Oh he didn't like this position at all.

"I'm Jack," the attractive stranger grunted, rubbing at his head with a bandaged black hand. "Ow'd we ge' 'ere…?"

"I um- I'm not sure…" Slender murmured. Jack...he remembered that name. "We- met at a bar last night, I think I recall you sitting next to me. I- don't remember much besides that I'm afraid…" Slender looked Jack over now that he could see him better. His hands were bony and black, wrapped in bandages. His torso was also wrapped up for some odd, unknown reason. He wore a short grey shirt that really only covered his chest, suspenders that were striped various shades of black, white and grey, and shorts. Shorts! His pants were still on thank the gods! "Is er- is this...your room…?"

"Yeh, yeh tis." Jack nodded as he squinted at the window. He reached over and pulled the curtains shut, muttering something about how it was too early to be awake. He looked back at Slender. "So we me' a' a pub?"

"Yes." Slender nodded. He paused before asking the next question. "Why...why aren't you um- f-freaking out?" He tilted his head. "You do realize I'm...not human…?"

"Tha' wuz g'nna be me next quest'on." Jack looked up at him. "Ye're bluddy 'orrifyin' bu' I didn' wanna say anyfin'. Tha'd be rude."

Oh. How polite. Slender coughed, clearing his throat. "I- well it's a little...difficult, to explain, but erm-" he hesitated. "I'm a- well I'm a fae- well partially, I'm fae on one side and then my father is of angelic nature so-"

"Ye're an angel?!" Jack cut in. Slender recoiled in surprise and gave a meek nod. Jack grinned. "I am too! Fockin' 'ell, after Jill I though' I wouldn' find another 'ne, bu' 'ere ye are!" He looked thrilled now, seemingly forgetting all the negatives of the situation.

"...no you aren't." Slender looked Jack over. Looking at him now, it was easy to see he wasn't actually human. His proportions were too off for that. He certainly had the makings of an angel, the eyes of one and the friendly tone of voice, but there was too much throwing it off. His black and white colour scheme, his bony black hands that were tipped with claws, and his teeth...looking at them now, they were sharp. Dangerous. "I think it's more accurate to say you're a fal-"

"I'm no' fallen!" Jack interrupted him. His friendly demeanor was gone now, replaced with an angry glare. "Sure I've lost me colours an' I'm no' th' 'oliest bloke around, bu' yes're 'ardly perfect yerselves, now are ya?" He snapped. Slender recoiled defensively. "I'm an angel. Always wuz an' always will be."

"Okay, okay." Slender replied quickly. He didn't want to get on Jack's bad side. Fallen angels were known for three things. Their lack of colours, their cunning intelligence, and their anger. Thinking about it now…could it be that Jack had known he was an angel last night…? Had he sensed it and targeted him?

"Well er-" Jack broke him out of his thoughts. He had seemingly calmed down a bit. Slender looked at him. "Can I offer ye breakfas'?"

"I- well I don't think I should, I should really...get home…" Slender glanced aside. Home...god his family was going to kill him.

"Ah c'mon, i's still early!" Jack reached down and grabbed Slender's hand. "c'mon, ye're in Paris! Nobody does breakfas' like th' french!" 

Before Slender could protest, Jack hopped off the bed and tugged his new faceless friend up off of it. He grinned. His free arm stretched out, grabbing Slender's jacket from where it had been dropped on the floor. Slender watched the clown's arm in fascination. It could extend and curl as if he had no bones at all. 

"Ere ye go!" Jack handed Slender his jacket, then grabbed his own missing clothes from the floor. "Th' bathroom's across th' 'all. I recommen' cleanin' yerself up." He added before shrugging on his shoulder pad and cheerfully striding out of the room with his shoes under his arm. 

Slender sighed and fixed his clothes, buttoning up his shirt and slipping on his jacket. He left the room and found himself in a cherry red hall. The walls were again decorated with well- anything. Mostly paintings. He opened the door across from him and found it led to a bright blue bathroom. Jack was certainly fond of his colourful walls. It was a cramped room, decorated with a nautical theme. Toward the back of the room was a bath with a shower head. Slender squinted for a moment. The bath had an absurd amount of children's toys in it, and on the shelf in the corner he could see a bottle of...fabric softener. No soap just fabric softener. Did Jack wash himself with fabric softener???

This entire place was messy and unkempt. Did Jack ever clean? At least it meant one thing. Jack most certainly wasn't Slender's type, and this whole thing wouldn't go further than one drunken night and a hungover breakfast. He turned his attention from the decor, to the mirror.

Oh. Oh lord. His face and what he could see of his neck was covered in smudged black lipstick. The same smudged black lipstick that had been on Jack earlier. His face flushed such a dark colour it was practically black. 

"There y'are! I almos' bluddy fell asleep 'ere!" Jack exclaimed as Slender, now lipstick-free, walked into the pink living room. Slender frowned, looking Jack over.

"You're...wearing the same clothes?"

"Yeh." Jack looked down at himself. "Somefink wrong wiv em?"

"Well I thought you'd- I don't know, change? Don't they smell bad?"

Jack shrugged. "They smell like me, an' I don' swea' so…" he looked aside. "I changed me shoes though!" He stuck out his leg to show Slender the long black boots he was wearing. They had pointed toes, raised heels and showed off how slim and long Jack's legs were. Slender blushed. 

"...I see."

Jack stood up off the couch and looked at Slender, swinging his arms and smiling. "Ya ready?"

Slender sighed. ‘’I suppose…’’

While Jack had his back turned, Slender shifted into his human form, then followed after him. Jack paused, looking him over once he realised Slender had changed. His human form was tall, and extremely pale, with blonde, nearly white hair. He looked up at Jack with small, brown eyes. Jack blinked.

‘’...Slen?’’

‘’Yes?’’

‘’...ye changed.’’

Slender looked unamused. ‘’It’s called blending in. We’re among humans?’’

‘’Oh. Righ’.’’ Jack looked at him, then closed the door to his apartment, not bothering to lock it. He walked past Slender and down the stairs. ‘’Ye comin’?’’

Slender followed after him, frowning. ‘’What about your disguise?’’

‘’Don’t ‘ave one.’’ 

‘’You don’t?’’

‘’Nah. I can’t do any ‘f tha’ shapeshiftin’ stuff,’’ he shrugged. ‘’I jus’ tell every’ne I’m a mime an’ they believe me.’’

Slender nodded slowly. Huh. That was...surprisingly smart. The two of them stepped out of the building and Slender looked around. The area around them was run down, dirty, a slum. Slender looked around. ‘’You live here…?’’

‘’Yep.’’ Jack walked along, not a worry in the world. ‘’Livin’ is cheap over ‘ere.’’

‘’You left your front door open- in an area like this?’’ Slender tilted his head. Jack shrugged.

‘’If some’ne needs somewhere warm ta stay they can jus’ slip in, an’ i’s no’ like I ‘ave anyfink worth stealin’. Nofink I can’t jus’ replace a’ least.’’

‘’That’s…’’ Slender blinked. ‘’That’s...really kind…’’ 

Jack smiled a bit and glanced at him. ‘’Eh, I’s th’ least I can do.’’ he murmured. ‘’Lo’a folks are ou’ on their own, ‘ungry an’ cold. If I can give ‘em somewhere safe ta stay fer a li’le bi’, I’m ‘appy ta do i’.’’

As they walked, Slender listened with interest as Jack shared his stories of guests he’d had in his small apartment and friends he’d made from just calmly talking with those that often went ignored. It was fascinating to Slender, how Jack seemed to just emit an air of relaxation and cheer. How someone could just- start a conversation with a stranger, how he could consider so many people his friends and how he just gave them all he had merely because he felt it was more important they had it than him. There was something about Jack that Slender just...couldn’t explain. Something drew him in and made him feel...different, from how he felt at home. Being with Jack was unlike anything else he knew.

‘’Ere we are, china pla’e!’’ Jack exclaimed, running ahead of Slender. He hopped into the air and landed on the base of a streetlamp, hanging onto it with one hand as he leaned off of it. He laughed as Slender ran to catch up to him. He stood up and turned around, looking behind him. ‘’See tha’?’’

Slender looked up. In front of them was a busier, more built up street, bordering a massive canal. Up in the distance, Slender could see the Eiffel Tower, looming over everything. Jack turned and grinned down at him.

‘’I know th’ bes’ bluddy place by th’ river, ye’re g’nna love i’.’’ he hopped back down onto the ground and started walking again. "C'mon!"

Slender followed Jack to a small bakery on a street corner. Though it looked small, and not that wealthy, the smell coming from it was heavenly. He paused for a moment, admiring how quaint the little place was, before following Jack inside.

"Bonjour madame! Comment ça va?" Jack greeted the owner in a very bad french accent. She did not look pleased to see him.

"Bonjour Jack. Petit dejeuner?" She asked tiredly. Jack nodded.

"Oui, merci." Jack turned and smiled at Slender. "I come 'ere all th' time. Real good place."

"Mmm," Slender looked around. "Your french is terrible."

"Oi!" Jack glared down at him. "Rude!"

"I'm just saying."

"Well- I'd like ta see you do be'er! Ye 'aven't spoken a lick 'f french since ye woke up!"

Slender gave him an unamused look, then turned to the owner. "Madame," she turned to look at him.  "Je voudrais dire que c'est un endroit charmant et que votre nourriture sent délicieuse."

The owner blinked in surprise, then smiled. "Merci monseuir!" She chirped. "Puis-je vous offrir quelque chose?"

"Non, non. Jack est paie pour moi." Slender shook his head. He looked up at Jack and smiled smugly. "How was that?"

"...Oh fock off ye cheeky codger."

Slender snorted, then broke into a fit of laughter. He had no idea why that was so funny to him, but when he heard Jack chuckling along beside him, it made him grin even wider.

"Monsieur, ton petit dejeuner." The two of them were interrupted by the owner putting a small white box and two coffees onto the counter. Jack grinned and took them, handing the owner some francs before turning and walking toward the door.

"C'mon, Slen."

Slender smiled and followed after Jack. He tilted his head. "Aren't angels supposed to be good at languages?" He asked with a sly smile.

"I am good a' languages! I's jus' speakin' em tha's 'ard." Jack replied defensively.

"Ah. So that's why your english is so bad too."

"Oi!" Jack turned and glared at him. "I'm a born and bred englishmun, excuse you!"

Slender laughed. "Sorry, sorry." He murmured. The two of them crossed the street and walked along the canal. Jack led him to a bench and the two of them sat down. The morning sun was warm. Bright and welcoming. Jack set the box between the two of them and sipped his coffee. Slender looked out at the large river in front of them. "Wow…" he murmured. "...it's beautiful."

"It is, innit?" Jack smiled. "I luv ea'in' 'ere. I's so peaceful." He opened the box and revealed it was full of pastries. Croissants, pain au chocolats, madalines, eclairs and more. Slender stared in surprise. The smell coming from the small box was heavenly. His stomach growled. 

"Go on, ea' up. Ye're a stick." Jack said through a mouthful of croissant. Slender smiled a bit and daintily grabbed a pain au chocolat, taking a small bite. The taste was heavenly and sweet. He hummed happily. Jack watched him and smiled, pleased. "Been a while since I a'e wiv some'ne." He murmured. He looked back at the river. "Much less some'ne I'm after sleepin' wiv."

Slender coughed loudly, choking on his breakfast. Jack reached over and lightly smacked his back. Slender coughed and looked over at Jack, blushing a dark red. Jack tilted his head.

"Ye okay…?"

"Y-Yes just-" Slender glanced away. "I...almost forgot about how we met."

Jack laughed. "Almost?! I can't remember a single fing from last night!" He exclaimed. "Well- act'ally…" he paused for a second. "I do remember one fing."

"Hm?" Slender looked at him.

"Ye're a bluddy good kisser."

Slender made a feeble squeaking noise and quickly looked away. Jack laughed quietly at how hard he was blushing. The hand that had been patting Slender's back reached over and squeezed his shoulder. ‘’Eh, relax china pla’e…’’ Jack tilted his head and cocked a brow, smiling.

‘’Don’t get the wrong idea,’’ Slender muttered. ‘’I’m- not available.’’

Jack retracted his hand and looked at Slender in surprise. ‘’Ye- ye’re da’in’ some’ne?’’

‘’Well- no not- not exactly.’’ Slender fidgeted nervously. ‘’I’m- supposed to get married soon. My parents want me to. They’re going to...arrange it. I’m not technically engaged yet.’’

‘’Ohhh….’’ Jack nodded in understanding. ‘’So- ye are available.’’

Slender looked at Jack, blinking in surprise. Did- did he really just- Slender looked away quickly to hide his blush. ‘’Technically yes b-but-’’ he gulped. ‘’This- this is a once off! We hardly know each other.’’

‘’Then…’ow abou’ we ge’ ta know each o’her.’’ Jack scooted closer and rested his hand on Slender’s. He gave him a friendly smile. ‘’No kissin’, no da’in’, jus’ us bein’ buds.’’

Slender paused. ‘’...buds?’’

Jack nodded. ‘’Yeh! Me an’ you. Pals.’’

Slender paused for a moment. Jack’s smile widened. His eyes were big, kind, welcoming. They were innocent, friendly. Like all he wanted from Slender was just his company. He glanced away before he could get sucked into them. 

‘’Well I...suppose a quick walk to the Eiffel Tower after breakfast wouldn’t hurt.’’

#ask #anon #slenjack #creepypasta #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fanfiction #slenderman #laughing jack #writing #anonymous

[crimsonbluemoon]

DDW Drabble: A Good Friend

Okay, so! This is a little piece that was semi-requested by the lovely @kihorri for her BBHS story. Fair warning, this isn’t a pair I do a ton, so please don’t hate me if butcher Kihorri’s story. It’s just uh...well...er....just read it. </3

Disclaimer: I do not own the BBHS story, all kudos and love need to go to Kihorri. 

Also warning: It’s sad. 

A Good Friend

Nogla was a good friend.

He knew that without having to hear it from his group. Whenever Moo asked him to help out with the council, he was there with a smile and more energy than the rest of the student body put together. If Vanoss needed someone to split a pizza there, Nogla was the one to call. Terroriser pretended that they weren’t friends sometimes, but Nogla could tell by the grumbled request for the two of them to kick the soccer ball around that they were close buddies.

And with Wildcat, there wasn’t a question. They were together all the time, whether it was school or the student council, and Nogla had gotten good at reading his stubborn friend. They had similar interests, liked to talk on a daily basis, and helped each other with homework or projects whenever their classes assigned them. Sometimes, when Wildcat was in a bad mood, he didn’t speak much while they hung out. He’d ask to go for a walk to the school’s field, sitting there for an hour without a reason as to why. But Nogla still went along, humming happily in the silence. Just being there for Wildcat was enough to please him.

Nogla was a good friend.

“Don’t paint that part of it!” Confused at Wildcat’s order, Nogla stopped the paintbrush mid-stroke, watching the glob of red paint slip down the cloth fabric.

“Well, where else am I gonna paint it?” Being assigned to work on the ‘spirit week’ banner hadn’t been so bad when he found out he’d be working with Wildcat, despite Nogla’s lack of artistic skill. In the distance, he could hear classmates chatting from outside, the open window providing a warm spring breeze in the room. It was still too cold to lose his school jacket, but he didn’t have to stuff his face in scarf or dig out his mittens to battle the morning freeze anymore. Closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the wave of fresh air, Nogla turned to glance up at his scowling friend standing by his seat and grin. “They said to make the thing really colorful, ye know?”

“They want color, not a puking rainbow.” Wildcat tried to steal the steal the paintbrush from Nogla, who made a noise of protest before pulling the art tool away from his friend’s grasp. Though Wildcat was tall, Nogla matched his size, making it easy to keep the paintbrush away from Wildcat even while he was seated.

“Hey hey hey! My art is beautiful.” He knew it wasn’t the Mona Lisa, but he’d remembered to draw all the limbs on the mascot this time! As if reading his mind, Wildcat snorted, moving closer to obtain his prize.

“That head looks like someone squished it with a car flattener.”

“Well, I think it looks kinda neat.”

“Because you’re blind, dumb, and stupid.” Was the instant reply, Nogla laughing at the face that moved closer to his own. “Give me the brush.”

“No way.” He put up a hand through his snickering, which was quickly captured in Wildcat’s before his grumpy classmate leaned over his seat at the table.

“Nogla!”

“Whatcha gonna give me for-” But the joke was lost between them when Wildcat dropped a hand onto the table, caging Nogla between his arms. Stunned at the sudden closeness of his friend, Nogla’s lips lost any ability to talk, eyes widening in surprise. He didn’t lean away from Wildcat, the paintbrush dropping from his limp hand to roll away on the floor. Neither looked to see where it landed, too focused on each other to be bothered. Nogla’s stomach flipped in a strange sensation, his gaze trying not to show his confusion and excitement over the hint of blush edging the face over his. Fingers that held his hand tightened their grasp, but didn’t pull away, stealing the whisper of breath left in Nogla’s lungs. “Wi-Wildcat?”

“Does this bother you?” The question sounded accusatory, despite its soft volume, like Wildcat was waiting for Nogla to pull away or flinch. Instead, he gave a small smile, hoping that his slight leaning into Wildcat’s dwindling space wouldn’t be rebuffed.

“I don’t mind,” he mumbled quietly, wondering when it was that his shoulders relaxed so easily at Wildcat’s blush. His neck was tilted at a weird angle from how close Wildcat was, but he didn’t want to move and risk breaking their moment. His palm felt clammy against his friend’s, so he clutched tighter to keep from losing their connection. Blue eyes searched his for a moment, and Nogla tried to show his honest acceptance of their situation. His heart leapt through his ribcage when Wildcat leaned closer, his friend’s eyes flickering to glance down at his lips before back up again.

“Nogla.” His name was said with such a heavy undertone, that Nogla wasn’t sure if he was going to get killed or… or…

“Oh.” Wildcat jerked away from Nogla at the new voice, making the Irish teen blink in confusion. Slowly he glanced to the door, the heart which could barely contain itself suddenly plummeting into his stomach at the sigh of Moo. How could he have forgotten his plan to help Wildcat confess to his secret crush? He’d planned today out perfectly, telling Moo to switch off with him mid-way through the preparations so that he could ‘check in’ with his teacher about his math grade. And yeah, he probably actually needed to do that, but it had just been a flimsy excuse to give Wildcat and Moo time alone together. So that they could confess, could go on dates, could finally work up the courage to kiss-

Nogla was a good friend.

“Moo? What the hell are you doing here?” Wildcat’s face was flushed much brighter than before, and Nogla had to force out a laugh to cover the slight pinch at the bottom of his heart at the sight.

“Oh, would you look at the time!” He kept his voice chipper when he pushed out of his seat, nearly bowling over Wildcat. “I gotta get going.”

“Wait, what?” The confused voice Wildcat used sounded a little more upset than Nogla expected, but he pushed down the feeling to lean closer and lower his voice.

“I got ye some alone time with him. Don’t worry about thanking me; just make sure not to fock it up.” Nogla didn’t look at the face Wildcat made when rushing away from the incriminating scene, dropping a hand onto Moo’s shoulder and smiling. “Thanks for covering for me, buddy, ye the best.”

“Oh, uh, sure. Just make sure to fix that grade, okay?” Moo answered, Nogla nodding a few times before heading through the doorway.

“Have fun, but not too much fun. We’re still in a school, ye know.” Nogla heard one of his friends sputter at the implication, but he hummed over the sound while leaving the classroom. He didn’t go far, using his slender body to his advantage in order to press between the end of the lockers and the doorway to the room. He was invisible to the two still in the room, but was able to pick up on the gentle laugh of Moo.

“You don’t look happy to see me.”

“...I am, I… fuck, course I am! Anyone’s better than that potato idiot. He can’t even paint a stupid banner right.” And the words, spoken with more conviction as the sentence proceeded, squeezed around Nogla’s heart hard enough to make him wince. The hand, which had felt so warm in Wildcat’s grip, clutched at the shirt covering his wounded heart. The corner of his eyes blurry with tears, Nogla closed them, trying to keep his breathing steady. He was in pain, too much to really bear, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment for the happy couple. His body ached, wanting to go back into the room and ask Wildcat what he had planned to do before Moo had come in. But really, did he need to? Hearing Wildcat sputter over something Moo said too softly for Nogla to hear was enough to get the answer. His smile was wobbly at best, but he pushed it higher on his lips, knowing that he’d made the right choice. He’d helped the guy who stole his heart find happiness, even if it wasn’t with him. Because in the end, he the truth. To Wildcat, Nogla was a good friend.

And that was all he’d ever be.  

Sooo...yeah....I’m sorry! But this is what needs to happen. Ahhh I feel terrible. Poor Nogla. (Also I think this is like one of the first times I’ve used his POV in a story). So let me know what you think! Should I do more? And PLEASE PLEASE check out Kihorri’s BBHS AU. It’s beautiful. As always, like, reblog, and let me know what you think! ^.^

#daithi de wildcat #daithi de nogla #Wildcat #moo snuckel #Hinted MooCat #BBHS #bbs #kihorri is amazing #look at her art!! #bbhs au #banana bus squad #<3