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Hello! I've decided to move Caly over onto her own separate blog, for my own peace of mind. Side blogs are just tougher for me to keep track of!

I won't be deleting this, however - cause I don't want to lose the beginnings of the threads I've had going here. But just know that if you receive a follow from an afliictionbound, that is still me! Just moving✨

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From the floor, there is the sound of scuffling -- the tiny predator in the room having finished his meal, apparently, now seeks entertainment in the form of a hunt! His prey? A pair of shoe laces which closely resemble the tails of mice (in his expert opinion; trust him, he's seen MANY in his lifetime). Tiger pounces upon one boot...Tipping it over atop himself, which seems to spook the mighty hunter -- he takes off running, paws and claws scrabbling for purchase on wood floor, and hides beneath the bed for now.

Caly, having heard the commotion, had drawn herself into an upright position to observe. And after having witnessed all that...She can't help but laugh. It's a sound which catches her off guard, given how moments ago, she'd been on the brink of frustrated tears. It takes her nearly a full minute to quell the ache in her stomach -- laughing so hard, and for so long causing the muscles to clench and contract almost painfully.

At some point during her laughing fit, she'd fallen against Logan's side. Realizing her position now, Caly peers at his face. She's sobered considerably.

"...The first time, it was all dark. I'd never seen anything like it before -- there was nothing. At first, I thought maybe my powers had disappeared. I was relieved. But then...Rather than visions, I got sensations. It was so -- I can't explain it, Lo. Or I can't explain it well. It felt like being alone in a pitch black room; but you can sense that something else is there with you. You can't see it, but it's eyes are on you, watching you. Waiting for you to slip up."

Her voice trails off, those storm cloud eyes gazing at a point beyond Logan's face, just -- staring. Lost. When she snaps back to reality, it's with a full bodied shiver, and a grimace.

"With the professor's help, it's gotten easier to close that feeling off. I can set up the walls, and it's just dark most of the time. Progress, right?"

HE'S NOT GOOD WITH COMFORT, something he had little practice in. he could give advice for hours, though it might have been something too brash - too forward to make anyone feel better. at the moment, he was watching his tongue. not wanting to say anything that would have set her off. he knew better than to be cynical - she wouldn't have taken it well, not with her anxiety poking out from every corner.

❝  you should trust in him. ❞ he had ultimate trust in him, for someone that didn't often place his faith in the hands of others. she might have wanted to turn off her powers - but that didn't change the fact that they were a gift. something that set her aside from normal human beings, the whole reason that she was here. ❝  he's talented, he'll fix you. just the way that you want to be. it takes time - it always takes time. you wouldn't believe . . . ❞ the years he had spent, growling like an animal. unable to be around humans without thinking they were his enemy. no one was flawless from the beginning.

watching her roll around on the bed, he giving a slight smile. she truly was so youthful. different from himself in every way, but he learned to appreciate it. ❝  what do you see, when you touch me? ❞ curiosity led him there. death wasn't close for him, far away; unable to die, he didn't know how long that his life was going to continue for. he might have looked like he was in his early thirties, but it had been decades. his aging slowed by his abilities. he knew that he had much left in him, something that caused him equal parts grief as it did hope..

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Consider this —

Relationship call for my girl

I’ll slide into your DMs to discuss verse/nature of the relationship from there; I just love her a lot

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Though his words ring true, it's of little comfort to Caly. No one in the mansion blames her for the way her thoughts occasionally run rampant, and project at such an intensity that those with telepathic abilities have little choice but to be...Privy. Anxiety is a bitch -- and with her history, it tends to be a quite vocal bitch.

"...The professor says that my lessons are going well. I'm 'on my way' to enforcing the mental walls I need so that my powers don't...Seep out. Ugh, that's such a gross phrasing -- I can't not think about tree sap. Or something equally leaky and sticky. Oh god, I wish I could just turn off my brain!"

Much like a petulant child, Caly rolls over onto her stomach -- burying her face in Logan's mattress. She can at least try to hide her shame. It doesn't take long, however, for the need for oxygen to make itself known; and the redhead twists her face to one side, drawing in an exaggerated breath before exhaling softly.

"...I want to be able to touch the people I care about without thinking about how they're going to die." She whispers, a tremor in her voice that speaks to just how poorly she's holding herself together right now.

❝  that's right, ❞ he teases, watching as the cat reacts to her touch. he had his face in the bowl, chowing down on the food that she had brought. little care to the others in the room, focused purely on the puree.

sitting down on the mattress next to her, he watches as she falls back dramatically. something is plaguing her thoughts, though he doesn't doubt that she will tell him. the two of them had little secrets to be kept from one another. he was as honest as they came, no reason to constantly shield himself around someone who was equally as vulnerable with him as her. the two were outcasts in their own regards, able to relate to one another in ways others couldn't.

❝  i get it. i miss my camper every day. ❞ well, maybe not the size of it. but the privacy, the free will. there was a lot to be missed in living in a mansion. everything was waited on - hand & foot. it didn't necessarily serve his interest. not to mention, there was no such thing as privacy. perhaps, one thought they could be alone with their own thoughts. but the professor could always tell when something negative was afoot.

she was ashamed of her own mutation, something that he could understand. his own had caused him deep regrets - hardly able to sleep at night, without causing some form of terror. he'd destroyed furniture with his claws before on a cause of anxiety. it was a tough case to manage. ❝  i doubt they blame you for it. ❞ nudging her relaxed frame, he wanted to wipe the stress from her features. ❝  could be worse. you could look like toad. ❞ though, there was nothing that equated to a bad mutation, they had to be accepting of all. ❝  you're not hurting anyone. ❞ he reiterated.

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"Okay, I hear you, tough guy. Tiger here is lucky to have you in his corner - no one's going to mess with him now, right?" A gentle hand strokes down the tabby's back -- and Caly can't help but laugh, watching the way his spine dips to evade her touch. Okay, point taken. No pets while he's eating. Not that she can blame the little guy! Caly's none too fond of being interrupted while eating, either.

Crossing the room to where Logan's bed sits, Caly deposits herself on the edge of the mattress...And promptly falls backward, sighing in an exaggerated fashion once she's comfortably splayed across his sheets.

"Living here is...Nice. But I've always wanted my own space. It's hard to feel like you've really got privacy when you're surrounded on all sides, you know?" To some, having others that share in your troubles is a comfort. But for Caly...She can't shake the feeling of restlessness.

"And not only that, but I know I'm a telepath's worst nightmare. Everyone tries to be gentle and understanding when they tell me about it; but I know I project my thoughts sometimes -- and it's not even intentional!" Hands cover her face, slightly muffling the aggravated groan which escapes her, as Caly recalls the most recent conversation she'd had on the subject...

DESPITE BEST EFFORTS TO PUSH PEOPLE AWAY, he was always attracting them to him. it may have been his honesty, or his genuine care. it was hard to falsify such emotions, difficulty to pretend that he didn't feel acceptance in a house that was filled with people that were oddities such as himself. she might have seemed normal on the surface, but she had her quirks that made her stick out like a sore thumb - just as he did. he couldn't push people like that away, not when he knew what it was like not to belong. he didn't want anyone else to go through the same past as himself. he wanted them to be treated fairly for their differences, not tested on - attempted to be made into a super weapon.

the kitten had begun to emit purrs in his presence, looking silly in his large arms. he was holding it as delicately as he possibly could, not wanting to crush it under force. keeping his claws safely inside of his hands - the kittens claws were nothing compared to his own. he wouldn't admit to it, but LOGAN felt some pride towards making the little creature comfortable. he gave it a few pets, running his hand through it's soft fur.

❝  that's some big plans, an apartment of your own. ❞ she was talking about leaving, which many seldom did. they enjoyed the company of one another - the luxury of the mansion also helped. ❝  you better keep a good eye on him, he can get hurt. don't let him out of your sight. ❞ half - scolding, he didn't want her to allow the kitten to tread in dangerous places, lest it get harmed on accident. there was plenty of rooms inside of the mansion that were not safe for a little animal to walk about.

❝  i can smell that from here. ❞ bringing a hand up to his nose, he covers it for a moment. the smell of fish hanging heavily in the air. something that he would have to get used to - the smell of kitten food. it wasn't pleasant on the senses, beneath her nose it was disgusting, he could smell it tenfold. placing the ball of fur on the ground, he allows it to saunter over to the dish. it was a little high for him, but it would be damned if it didn't allow itself to get a lick of the delicious food she had placed out for it.

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To much of the world, Logan Howlett / The Wolverine is a force to be reckoned with; a beast in the shape of a man; something to be feared. Those that know him more closely, however, would argue that he is so much more than that. Despite his efforts to keep to himself, Logan continually attracts friends in all shapes and sizes...Case in point, the kitten now purring with such ferocity, it vibrates his little body.

He finally feels safe...She thinks to herself, expression soft, and smile adoring as she looks at the unlikely duo. For all that Logan portrays himself as gruff and unapproachable, his is an undeniably comforting presence.

"Well - why not? I don't plan on living here forever, anyway. Once I've saved up enough, I'll get an apartment, and then he'll be strictly my responsibility! No worrying about him sneaking into the Danger Room by accident, or disrupting one of the classes - not that I'm going to let that happen while he is here!"

Crossing the room, she places the elevated bowl onto the floor against the wall - far enough from the doorway that Tiger isn't likely to bolt out when they're entering or exiting the room. A tin can is cracked open, and the aroma of fish fills the air, making Caly's nose crinkle with distaste.

"Ugh...We're going to get you on something other than fish, as soon as I confirm what's safe for growing tigers, okay little man?"

HE'S EAGER TO GET OUT OF THE JACKET, wiggling around in her grasp - before he latches onto the front of LOGAN'S SHIRT. his little claws digging in with a surprising amount of force. not to say that he minds, he's felt worse in his life. though, he hadn't anticipated the little thing holding onto him in such a way. moving his hand to scoop him up - making sure that he doesn't fall flat onto the floor, he can feel the softness of fur between his fingers. so small in his big hands, it feels almost fragile.

❝  he sure isn't shy. ❞ he comments, a little smile playing on his lips. even the strongest man could be broken down by the presence of a small animal - he was no exception to this. TIGER was exceptionally adorable, especially when he was hanging onto him for dear life. he seemed excited to latch onto his shirt, wanting to be closer to the man that must have put off the smell of an animal. bringing his hand up, he strokes the kitten's head - gentle, slow movements.

❝  what's the long - term goal here? you aren't planning on keeping this thing forever, are you? ❞ tough talk for a man who was currently caressing it to his t - shirt. holding it as if it were a precious newborn. he didn't think it was wise to keep a baby animal stored inside of their mansion, not that it was . . . necessarily unable to be done. it just seemed like a lot of work. with all the efforts that she put into purchasing items for it . . . he would say she was at the very least expecting an extended stay.

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Men like Lionel all have one thing in common: they're stupid. Money can buy many things in this corrupt world they're living in - power, prestige, a gaggle of yes-men, and some of the most beautiful women you'll ever see. But oh...The most important thing is that which eludes him now, unfortunately.

Safety.

It would be tragic, if not for the fact that this man is the human equivalent of a garbage tin. There's one in every room, they're unremarkable, replaceable. At one point, perhaps, Lionel may have been someone worth the air he breathes - but Caly doubts that.

She accepts the flute of champagne with a trained smile. It looks natural, which is the important part, lest she tip off the man now unwittingly caged between two predators. Goddamnit - why did he have to show up here? As if tonight hasn't dragged on long enough...Now she's got to get her mark before the winter soldier can? Just her fucking luck.

"Thank you, waiter." Lionel's cheeks carry the ruddy rouge of a man well into intoxicated territory; but that's not enough to stop him from accepting that glass of champagne. Once...He can determine which of those three glasses filling his vision is actually tangible, anyway.

The redhead at his side doesn't bother trying to conceal her smirk, hearing the word 'waiter' roll obnoxiously from Lionel's tongue. She sidles that little bit closer to her mark, daringly walking manicured nails across his shoulders, as her lips draw near his cheek.

"Wouldn't you like to enjoy your drink somewhere else, Mr. Mancini? Somewhere more...Private?"

They've dolled him up, dressed him in the finest suit money can buy; tailor made. Had to. His build wasn't meant for a suit off the rack. He walks the part just fine, threading through the throng of wealth laden bodies standing stiff around the string band centered on the stage in the middle of the room.

All that careful planning, programming, building a life he was never meant to live and still they can't take the square set of his shoulders out of the equation. When he moves the sea parts and eyes cast furtive darts in his direction until he melts into the party goers. No eyes are ever on him long enough to commit to memory.

He's a ghost among the living. Just how They like it.

Conversation lulls to a murmur the closer he gets to his target like a protective bubble before the real noise begins. Boisterous and peacocking. Flaunting his free money like the dumbass he is. Or maybe he knows his days are numbered. Enjoying life while he still has lungs to breathe with.

His last hurrah and he doesn't know how fucked he really is.

Lionel Mancini. Got into the business as a child, father didn't have any scruples with which to measure the worth of his bloodline and the merits of keeping it alive longer than the piss poor 35 years this pathetic excuse of a man's been scraping by on. Dossier says dead old dad ran his business like a tyrant, made himself an empire. Son's been squandering it away ever since thinking he's too big to fail.

Well, here's your failure boy. Stunning blonde on your left, a fiery red head on your-

Her head turns and their eyes meet and through the passing gaggle of diamond earrings his brows furrow in the stare-down. She recognizes him, that much is clear in the pallor of her face turning white. The uptick of sultry lips falling victim to gravity's pull. She knows him

The hell is a Widow doing here? This is his mark. They want a competition? He's game. Three wine glasses in two hands and he's pushing through the dawdlers to offer the first drink to their mark with a flash of whites.

"Top you up?" The second offered to Her, a knowing quirk to a curious smile. Later it says.

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plotted starter for @sicariav

The mingling is mind numbing. So many faces - all similar, with their plastered on smiles - and by the end of the night, none of them will recall that she was ever among them. That's for the best...Minimize casualties.

She was raised a monster of a unique breed; indifferent, callous, cut-throat when necessary. She and her 'sisters' were molded by cruel hands to feel nothing.

So why does her heart stutter a staccato beat when one of those pretty faces smiles at her?

Getting in close with her target had proven more challenging than expected. Without question, she was his type - petite, pretty, and by all appearances angelic. The lie came more easily each time she told it.

"Oh, no, sir - this is my first time at an event this nice! Are you sure you wouldn't mind showing me around? Thank you so much. I don't know how I'll repay you."

Only this man is surrounded by a tightly knit inner circle...They laugh, and whisper, fawn over each other - but most especially her target. Slowly, she's made her way through the outermost ring of that inner circle; smiling when necessary, and batting her lashes, and giggling at jokes that aren't even funny.

He's within eyesight now - Lionel Mancini; an arms dealer who thought it wise to back out on the deal he'd made with her employer. It's not nice to take money without providing the product you'd promised, Lionel. Tsk tsk.

Caly approaches with that certain sway to her hips, a playful quirk to her lips, which part to introduce herself - and that's when she spots him. The Winter Soldier.

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The mass of wriggly orange fur concealed behind her jacket has only grown more anxious, the more time he's entrapped. His mewls have taken on an almost indignant edge - demanding freedom, whereas once he'd only requested it. And those wide green eyes stare at the Wolverine in the room, sizing him up, some would say. His little pink nose twitches this way and that, scenting the air in Logan's direction.

Perhaps Tiger's way of saying 'I can smell you, too.' But it's impossible to know for sure.

One hand gingerly wraps around the kitten's belly - just under his front paws - as Caly tugs the zipper on her jacket down, revealing the speckled peach fuzz belly of the little carnivore she'd brought home. He's quick to take advantage of this newfound freedom! Leaping through the air, he latches onto the front of the Wolverine's shirt with tiny, dagger-like claws for leverage.

"Oh - shit...Good job sticking the landing, little guy." Caly giggles, but there's an edge of nerves to the sound. There's no denying she'd been caught off guard by that fearless display just now.

Maybe it's just sinking in that she knows nothing about how kittens behave.

"Well, good news is: he seems to like you!"

IT WAS TRYING TO FREE ITSELF FROM THE JACKET, but the common's area was not the place for a little creature like that. too much stuff, too many places to lose him. they would have to bring him back to LOGAN'S ROOM. the perfect space, lacking in too many mortal possessions to leave a cat wandering about dangerously. taking the bags from her, he has no problem carrying everything. though, he had to admit - she really went all out on this kitten business. bowls, toys, collars - everything that they could have needed for an extended stay. it would seem that the little thing was not going anywhere soon. he was going to end up with two new roommates for a while - because he doubted that she was going to want to leave the cat solely up to his watchful eyes.

taking everything back to his room, he sets the bags down on the floor. the door is closed tightly, not wanting to give the kitten the chance to run off down the hall. the last thing they needed was for it to run into one of the other mutants - they might have just seen it & wanted to claim it as their own too. many of them lacked the normal relationships with things . . . a cat was too much of a goldmine to allow running free.

❝  you really didn't let anything get past you. ❞ handling the bags, he takes a look at what she had bought. pulling a few items out, he looks at the collar. it's so tiny in his large hands, amazing that it would fit around the kitten's neck so snug. ❝  we don't need a bell, i can smell that furball from here. ❞ he comments, though he doesn't necessarily mean it in a bad way - it's just his tone that makes it sound so. placing the items in some sort of order, he tosses the bag off to the side. looking up to her jacket, he awaits the final reveal of the full kitten. so far, he's only seen it's miniature head popping out of her zipper.

❝  . . . can i hold him? ❞

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Madelaine Petsch

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“i’ll keep you safe” prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

⋆ “i can stay the night, y’know. if it’d make you feel better.”

⋆ “try and get some sleep. i’ll stay right here- i won’t let anything happen to you, i swear.”

⋆ “you should’ve told me this was going on. i would’ve put a stop to it the second i heard about it.”

⋆ “no one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one.”

⋆ “either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or i will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. you know i’ll have no problem with either option.”

⋆ “you must be freezing- here, take my jacket.”

⋆ “this place is dicey at the best of times. just take my hand until we’re clear of it, yeah?”

⋆ “anyone touches you, says anything to you, so much as looks at you the wrong way- you come get me, and i’ll set them straight. understand?”

⋆ “i’m not jealous. i just know the intentions that someone like that has for you, even if you claim not to see them yourself.”

⋆ “stay behind me, no matter what.”

⋆ "i know you can't believe it yet, but i promise you can trust me. whenever you're ready to rely on me, i'll be here for you. i swear it."

⋆ “i like seeing you this way. so… at ease. makes me wonder how anyone could ever purposely put you under stress and live with themselves afterwards.”

⋆ “shut up and just let me take care of you!”

⋆ “this isn’t up for discussion. i know you’re used to looking out for yourself, but i need you to understand that you don’t have to live like that anymore. i’m here. for as long as i’m around, i’m going to come between you and anything that wants to hurt you.”

⋆ “no one’s ever going to hurt you again. i promise you that on everything i believe in.”

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"Damn right!" And she's proud of it, too, if that grin curling her lips is any indication. If not for being persistent, she wouldn't have made it this far in life. Wouldn't have met him...Or brought home this adorable little rascal now attempting to wriggle out of Caly's jacket - no, no, that's not allowed! At least, not while they're still in a very open space that hasn't been sufficiently kitten-proofed.

"Thank you, sir." Mirth dances behind dark eyes as she voluntarily passes the bags into Logan's reaching hands. Teasing him just comes too easily...Too naturally. And he's typically receptive to it (if not a bit of a grouch about it, on occasion) - so why stop?

Gloved hands carefully adjust the kitten bundled in her jacket. His head is permitted to be out, but nothing more than that - Caly doesn't trust that his little legs would propel him up and out, if given even an inch. And then the pair are making their way down the hall, supplies and new friend in tow.

"So I picked him out a little collar - minus the bell, cause I figured it would drive you crazy to hear that jingling all the time. And I got a variety pack of toys! Since I have no idea what his play style is actually like, I wanted to make sure he had options. Oh, and the lady at the store recommended an elevated bowl for him to eat out of - I'd never thought of that!"

HE PUTS DOWN HIS PHONE, ignoring further comment. she would return soon - after gathering what was necessary to take care of their new companion. he doesn't doubt that she is going to go overboard; litter, treats, toys. all nine yards, whatever she could get to make the little ball of fur feel welcomed in their home. no rules against pets, some of the mutants had abilities that caused animals to gather at their whims. this was just another normal happening to them, she knew she could get away with it.

hearing the door open, his trained ears couldn't miss the rustling of bags. it was no doubt her returning with the bundle of fur. he wouldn't say that he is eager to meet it, but curiosity is piqued. he would like to see this kitten befitting of the name TIGER. she seemed to have come up with it on a whim, thinking it was the perfect name for something orange & striped.

❝  hiding? from you? ❞ a scoff. ❝ i know what i can get out of, you're too persistent to run away from.  ❞ his tone lacks malice, teasing in the kindest refrain. the sounds of the kitten are impossible to miss. tucked away in the safety of her jacket. he comes closer to inspect; a little head poking out when he approaches. ❝  he's a runt. ❞ was his first observation. not that he could make any comments about size. reaching for the bags, it was best if they didn't toy too much with it in the common's room. lest they bring any attention to it. which meant . . . he was going to have a lot of new fur on his bed.

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[ SMS ] - whaaaat? I don't know what you're talking about 😇 [ SMS ] - cause you are the best! at quite a few things, so really, I'm just acknowledging your strengths in general [ SMS ] - who's to say that my 'you're the best' comment was about anything specific??

Perhaps she's feeling...More than a little smug at having gotten her way so easily. But it's for a good cause! The little bundle of orange fuzz now stowed away in her jacket is going to have a real life from here on out. With a family who have had similar experiences, too - who knows the sting of abandonment better than those who were discarded by their own for being different?

Roughly an hour later, Caly is slipping through the front door in an awkward side shuffle; both arms loaded down with crinkling plastic bags. The squirming mass concealed behind the zipper of her jacket is no longer quiet, either - no, he mreows, and fusses, and cries for...Reasons unknown to Caly.

"Lo? You'd better not be trying to hide from me. I don't need super human senses to hunt you down." But it would be a significantly tougher task without those senses.

[ SMS ] - not for long! I have no idea what kittens eat…but I’ll start researching ASAP

[ SMS ] - he deserves the best, after all!

[ SMS ] - and he needs a name…what do you say? why don’t we call him Tiger? it suits him!

The kitten is tucked into the limited space between Caly’s jacket, and her own body; and the way his little body curls into her collar bone almost immediately makes Caly melt.

Poor thing…How long has he yearned to be cradled like this? How many people have walked past, either ignoring his plaintive cries, or only stopping long enough to offer a quick pat on the head?

[ SMS ] - we’ll be back soon!! I’m gonna pop into one of these shops that sells food for little tigers

[ SMS ] - and I’ll work out the rest once he’s settled in!

[ SMS ] - you’re the best btw ❤️

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※ romantic gestures.

bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential (or if it depends).

holding hands   ·   buying flowers   ·   cooking   ·   cuddles   ·   writing a poem / song   ·   holding door open   ·   tying shoe laces   ·   sharing a milkshake with two straws (or just one tbh)   ·   offering their jacket when it's cold  ·   kissing in the rain   ·   publicly confessing love.

long walks at the beach  ·   doing the titanic pose on a boat   ·   kissing the back of their hand   ·   slow dancing   ·   introducing them to their parents   ·   lighting candles   ·   flower petals on bed   ·   love letters   ·   stargazing   ·   brushing / doing their hair   ·   picnics  ·   teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands   ·   compliments.

drawing them   ·   self-made gifts   ·   massages   ·   proposing with a family heirloom ring ·   lending them their favorite book to read ·   paying for dinner / coffee   ·   surprise birthday parties   ·   feeding them   ·   handing them keys to their apartment   ·   making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over ·   sharing a blanket   ·   couple costumes

tucking a hair strand behind their ear   ·   keeping them from leaving   ·   moving cities to be together   ·   blowing a kiss   ·   breakfast in bed   ·   defending them in a fight  ·   joint bubble baths   ·   dropping the l-bomb / "i love you"   ·   dedicating a song to them   ·   wearing their clothes ·   yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie   ·   grant them the last bite.

tagged by (stolen from) @wolfeign

tagging @ficklefables (gimme Matt or Wanda) & @amischiefofmuses (any of your moon boys!) & anyone else who would like to do this <3

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[ SMS ] - not for long! I have no idea what kittens eat…but I’ll start researching ASAP

[ SMS ] - he deserves the best, after all!

[ SMS ] - and he needs a name…what do you say? why don’t we call him Tiger? it suits him!

The kitten is tucked into the limited space between Caly’s jacket, and her own body; and the way his little body curls into her collar bone almost immediately makes Caly melt.

Poor thing…How long has he yearned to be cradled like this? How many people have walked past, either ignoring his plaintive cries, or only stopping long enough to offer a quick pat on the head?

[ SMS ] - we’ll be back soon!! I’m gonna pop into one of these shops that sells food for little tigers

[ SMS ] - and I’ll work out the rest once he’s settled in!

[ SMS ] - you’re the best btw ❤️

Victory.

Her methods might be underhanded...But no one can deny that her intentions are good! The walls that he puts up in order to keep the rest of the world at a safe distance don't fool Caly.

Like recognizes like, after all. And she knows loneliness.

[ SMS ] - he's a little orange guy! he looks kind of like a tiger [ SMS ] - can you imagine?? a wolverine and a tiger living together - doesn't that sound fun? [ SMS ] - I promise I'll take good care of him!

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Victory.

Her methods might be underhanded...But no one can deny that her intentions are good! The walls that he puts up in order to keep the rest of the world at a safe distance don't fool Caly.

Like recognizes like, after all. And she knows loneliness.

[ SMS ] - he's a little orange guy! he looks kind of like a tiger [ SMS ] - can you imagine?? a wolverine and a tiger living together - doesn't that sound fun? [ SMS ] - I promise I'll take good care of him!

HER TEXTS COME IN RAPID SUCCESSION, hitting him in all the spots that sting. she knows that he cannot resist anything she does. he had a soft - spot for her, an item of his favor. did that mean that he really wanted a cat? no. he didn't think he could properly care for anything, he hardly cared for himself. but she's adamant on her case. taunting him in all the ways she possibly could. he's thinking up quips in his head, but they all fall flat. defeat is the only thing he can think of. staring at the texts for a long moment, his scrunched up face turns normal.

[ SMS ] - i'm serious, we don't need a cat. [ SMS ] - don't bring it here, i mean it. [ SMS ] - what color is it?

finally, he cracks, looking for an image of the cat. he supposes it cannot be so bad . . .