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Kinktober 「10:28」 — k.soonyoung

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➮ weretiger!Soonyoung × fem!Reader wc: 3.3k summary: Normally during his heat, Soonyoung stays as far away from his girlfriend as he can for fear of scaring her away but he can’t help himself when she comes by to drop some soup off seeing as he told her he’s sick. genres/themes/au: smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, supernatural and horror themes, mentions of: food consumption, cat anatomy; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: sorry for skipping two days in a row. I will be tacking those on at the end of Kinktober just like the others I missed so don’t worry. Jisung’s I just lost track of time and Christian��s fell on game day and I didn’t even realize it. I’ll get them done and added to the end of Kinktober, I promise lol anyway, here is our resident cult leader, Soonie and his tiger agenda. Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know what you thought and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), heat cycles, rough sex, unprotected sex (just don’t do this. Use protection lol), non-human genitalia (like yunho, Soon’s got a barbed d!ck because cat. Don’t like it, don’t read it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idc), scent marking (f receiving), biting (f receiving), use of pet names (hers: baby, kitten, beautiful, etc.; his: babe, Soonie, baby, etc.), I think i got all of them but let me know if I missed any! kinks: heat cycles + rough sex dialogue prompt: ❛❛ You heard me. Take. It. Off. Now. ❜❜

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“Kwon Soonyoung, I know you're home! Let me in, damn it!”

Soonyoung raised his head as he sat with his back against the door. He'd lost track of how long he'd been sitting there while you stood outside his apartment door, knocking, ringing the bell, demanding to be let in. He'd lost track of how many times he'd almost given.

Almost.

It's not that he didn't want to see you, he did. He wanted to see you more than anything, but he knew if he let you into his apartment, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from jumping you. Especially now that he could smell you.

It was always a rough time for him when he went into heat. Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't just female animals that went into heat, males also went into heat too and as a weretiger, Soonyoung was no exception. He'd spent most of his formative years dealing with it on his own and for a long time, he avoided being intimate with anyone because of the weird physiological changes to his body.

Unlike many werecreatures, Soonyoung's curse was a generational one and he was not bitten or scratched. His was passed from father to son and inherited by blood. The changes lay dormant until a boy started to go through puberty. By the time he was 18, Soonyoung had gone through just under two hundred and thirty full moon transformations.

And now, at twenty eight years of age, he'd been through over three hundred and fifty transformations. His heat always came the week leading up to the full moon. He was always consumed with an insatiable need to fuck something and he was very good at holding himself back.

Until you came along.

The sweet, caring, and unsuspecting girl who lived across the courtyard from him in the same apartment as him but on the other side of the complex. From his balcony, Soonyoung could see your balcony and the windows that looked into your apartment. 

You kept an assortment of potted plants on your balcony and had installed some sort of netting or mesh to sort of close in the area which made sense because as soon as it went up, he saw an orange tabby cat lounging at the top of a cat tree.

Know you liked cats gave Soonyoung the drive to talk to you the next time he saw you in the courtyard with what he thought was little success but his poorly executed joke still managed to make you laugh and get him your number.

From then on, he was hooked and the moment you invited him over for dinner, he was a goner. One date turned into two and then three and soon, he had the privilege of calling you his girlfriend.

You both maintained separate spaces in the building and he found it kind of cute, his girlfriend living across the courtyard from him. Your cats, which he learned there were actually two, were the sweetest creatures on earth and absolutely adored him. The girl, a white one with orange markings and long fur, was named Pad Thai and the boy, the short hair orange tabby, was named Cheezit. 

Soonyoung had taken to calling them his children and joked with his friends that you had full custody and he got visitations. It was a joke you took in stride and accepted fully, sending silly videos of the cats pretending to use your phone and making silly voices for them, speaking to their dad. It often made his day all that much brighter when he couldn’t come visit you.

Soonyoung had yet to tell you about his condition, only mentioning that he wasn’t like most guys, urging that he wasn’t just saying that and that it was a thousand percent true. He just hadn’t found the right time to tell you exactly how different he was. How does one even go about telling their partner that they’re a weretiger?

It was a conversation Soonyoung knew needed to happen but it just hadn’t yet. Which is why he was stuck in this situation now with you pounding on the door to be let in.

Soonyoung had started telling you that his once a month disappearance was just him coming down with something. He started with the usual excuses, the flu, the cold, stomach flu, even covid but he was starting to run out of excuses. He also hated using illness as an excuse because your immediate response was to offer to bring him medicine and food, usually in the form of soup, stew, or broth. He always gave the same excuse for not opening the door.

He didn’t want to get you sick.

At first, you took it as your boyfriend being cautious and caring but soon, you started to get suspicious and he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up the charade much longer. He was going to have to come clean and tell you the truth much sooner rather than later.

A conversation he had been dreading ever since asking you to be his girlfriend.

The wood behind him shook as another series of loud knocks rang out, no doubt you beating your fist against the door. “Kwon Soonyoung!” you shouted. He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut, as if it might make you leave faster. He felt awful. He hated ignoring you but in his mind, it was for the best when he was in heat. He couldn’t risk scaring you off and losing you.

Another series of knocks shook the door, which was surprising given your somewhat smaller stature. For one so little, you sure were strong. And loud. “Kwon Soonyoung! If you do not open this door right now, we are done!” 

Soonyoung’s eyes opened quickly and he turned his head to look back at the door. ‘She wouldn’t…’ he thought to himself. “I mean it, Soonyoung! If you don’t open this door, consider us through!” Something in your tone made him scramble up to his feet, hastily pulling at the locks separating you from him. He could tell you weren’t kidding.

He kept the chain on, opening the door only a few inches as he looked out into the hall at you. He held his breath as he took in your frame. You’d showered recently, he could smell the scent of your shampoo and body wash, mixing with your natural scent and making his cock twitch in his pants.

On your face was a furious expression and his heart sank immediately. If he had cat ears, this is where they would flatten back against his head in fear. You were terrifying when you were mad. He’d never been on the receiving end of your anger before nor had he really seen it in action.

“H-hey,” he stammered. His eyes dipped down to see the thermos in your hand that no doubt held a homemade soup, stew, or broth of some kind but he couldn’t be sure with how tightly the lid was screwed on nor with how overpowering your scent was.

“Don’t you hey me,” you said, your eyes narrowing at him. “Open the door and let me in.” Soonyoung grimaced. He wanted more than anything to let you in but he knew if he did, there was no telling how he’d react to having you so close when he was aching, burning, to be touched. It wasn’t a good idea on many levels.

“I don’t wanna get you sick,” he murmured, keeping his voice low. You scoffed, placing a hand on your hip and looking every bit the sassy girlfriend he knew and loved. “Don’t try that bullshit with me,” you snapped. “I know you aren’t sick,” you added. Soonyoung’s eyes widened as he looked up from the thermos in your hand to meet your hardened gaze. “Wh-what?” he breathed. 

“I spoke to Jihoon,” you started to explain. “He told me the truth.” Soonyoung’s stomach sank as the realization that his best friend had outed him to you. ‘Well fuck,’ he thought. It looked like he was going to have to have a talk with Jihoon.

“So let me in. We need to talk.” Soonyoung sighed and closed the door, undoing the chain before pulling the door open for you to enter his apartment. He shut the door behind you and prepared for the storm.

You didn’t unload on him immediately, instead sliding your shoes off and walking towards the kitchen where you set the thermos down. He followed, hands tucked in his pockets as he watched you move around his kitchen, pulling out a bowl and a spoon from their resting places.

You placed the bowl down next to the thermos and unscrewed the lid silently, pouring out a very hearty looking stew. It smelled amazing, the scent of meat, herbs, and potatoes invading his senses. “Jihoon said you aren’t exactly sick. Just that during this time, you don’t feel well,” you said as you finished pouring the hot stew into the bowl, setting the thermos down and pushing the bowl towards your boyfriend, holding out the spoon.

Soonyoung glanced at the spoon and the bowl before looking at you. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” you said leaning over the counter. Soonyoung’s eyes dipped down to your chest, the curve of your breast visible down your shirt from where he stood. “You’re going to take the damn spoon and eat while I talk. Sound good?” 

Soonyoung nodded, moving to sit at the kitchen island and grabbing the spoon from your hand. The moment your skin met, electricity and heat spread throughout his body, the urge to pounce on you from across the counter trying to take the reins but he managed to push it down and simply started eating.

You watched him take a few bites before speaking.

“I know you’re a weretiger,” you said softly, drawing his attention as he looked up at you, his mouth full of bits of beef and potatoes. “Jihoon told me everything. I will admit I’m a little shocked you didn’t tell me all of this but I can’t imagine it’s an easy subject to bring up so I’ll give you a pass there,” you explained. “That being said, I wish you would have just told me the truth. Did you think I would judge you? Did you think I would leave or break up with you?” 

Soonyoung swallowed the food in his mouth before speaking. “I didn’t know what to expect, actually,” he answered truthfully. “I was less scared about you finding out about me being a weretiger and more scared that I—” he hesitated, looking down at his bowl of food. You followed his gaze. “Finish eating,” you told him. “I have more to say anyway.

By the time Soonyoung had finished his bowl of stew and ate another at your insistence, you were sitting on the couch, Soonyoung resting over your legs as he hugged around your waist, his face buried in your stomach, a deep rumbling emanating from his chest as he purred happily. You stroked his hair, massaging his scalp with your finger tips.

“This is nice,” you said softly as you combed your fingers through his hair. “Mhm,” Soonyoung hummed. Silence fell over the two of you for a few minutes before you couldn’t stop yourself from asking a question that was at the forefront of your mind.

“Soonie,” you said softly, gently tugging at his hair. “Hmm?” he asked, not lifting his head or opening his eyes. “Can I ask you what you meant earlier about being scared?” You felt him stiffen under your touch before he finally lifted his head, looking up at you. “Wh-what about it?” he asked.

You brushed his hair back from his forehead, cupping his cheek at the same time. “What are you scared of, babe?” Soonyoung took a deep breath before pulling himself up to sit. “I’m scared of frightening you,” he finally answered, glancing at your hand before reaching over to take it in his.

“Of frightening me? How would you frighten me?” you asked, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. Soonyoung looked down at your joined hands before speaking. “You know how when we’re intimate?” he asked softly, not looking up as you nodded. “Yes,” you replied, a small smile on your lips. “Well, when the week of the full moon approaches, I start to… change,” he continued.

“My body starts to change.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes as your smile spread. “Is this about your heat?” you asked nonchalantly. Soonyoung’s eyes widened as his gaze snapped up to meet yours. “Y-you know about that?” he asked incredulously. You nodded, your smile only growing. “You think I’m going to learn that my boyfriend is a weretiger and not look up what all of that entails? I know everything, baby. Your heat, your transformation cycle, all of it. I also know your curse is familial and not transferred by bites or scratches. Jihoon told me that part though,” you said, reaching up to brush his hair back again.

“And I already know what happens to your cock, so there’s no need to explain that to me.”

Soonyoung’s eyes widened comically. “I learned that on my own by reading. Jihoon did not inform me of that part,” you added, reaching up to bop the end of his nose with the tip of your finger. “I know all about the sexual changes, the heat cycle, the penile spines, copulation, all of it. I know everything.”

Soonyoung wasn’t sure whether he should be impressed, alarmed, or relieved. He felt a mixture of all three as he sat there on his couch with you. “Do you also know about the insatiable urge I have to be buried inside you whenever you’re around?” he asked, noticing how your eyes widened slightly. “No,” you answered softly before a smirk started to form.

“But now I do.”

Soonyoung could feel heat creeping up his neck towards his face at the same time heat settled in the pit of his stomach. A new smell invaded his nostrils. The smell of arousal but it wasn’t his own. He glanced down quickly before looking back up. “Can you smell me?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, the smirk still present on your face. He nodded slowly, holding your gaze.

You leaned back against the arm of the couch, spreading your legs slightly. Soonyoung’s eyes fluttered shut as the scent hit him stronger. He could feel his cock painfully hard in his pants. “Baby,” Soonyoung said softly as a shiver ran up his spine, that insatiable need to bury his cock inside your warm cunt starting to take over. “If you don’t stop me,” he continued, opening his eyes to meet your gaze.

“I won’t be able to stop myself. I’ll…” he trailed off as your hands moved, sliding down your body. “I don’t know what I’ll do,” he said, swallowing thickly as his eyes followed your hands. “Maybe that’s what I want,” you said softly. “Maybe I want you to pounce on me.”

Soonyoung turned his head, averting his gaze as he tried to steady his erratic breathing. He felt the couch move and then your hand under his chin, turning his head to face you. “Don’t look away from me,” you said in a low voice. “I don’t want to hurt you,” Soonyoung whispered, reaching up to cup your cheek. “I promise you won’t,” you replied, leaning into his touch.

“I want you to let it take control. You need this,” you continued, taking one of his hands and guiding it between your thighs, pressing his fingers against your cloth covered crotch. “Pin me down, Soonie. Fuck me like I know you want to.”

Soonyoung let out a sound between a moan and a growl as he closed the distance,  the hand on your cheek sliding to the back of your neck to pull you into a bruising kiss, his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth. You moaned as he pushed you back onto the couch, pinning you down with his weight alone. 

You could feel his erection in his pants press against you, rutting slightly. “I don’t think I can wait,” he murmured against your lips, hands moving to pull at your shorts. “Then don’t,” you urged as he pulled back, fingers working to undo the tie of your shorts. He made quick work of them, pulling them and your panties off. “Shirt off,” he grumbled as he pulled his own off.

You watched him instead as he undid his pants. He glanced up at you. “What’re you doing?” he asked, his hands stilling. “I’m watching you,” you replied. “He glanced down at your shirt. “Shirt. Off,” he repeated. “What?” you asked, feigning ignorance. “You heard me,” Soonyoung growled as he stared you down. “Take. It. Off. Now.” 

You let out a giggle before complying, pulling your shirt off as he resumed undoing his pants and pushing them down, kicking them off before leaning over you, lips kissing a path up your chest to your neck. “Turn over,” he whispered in your ear.

You did as he asked, rolling over onto your stomach as he leaned over your back. You felt him rub his cheek against your shoulder. “What are you doing?” you asked with a chuckle. “Marking you,” he replied simply. “Don’t worry about it,” he added as he grabbed one of the pillows and guided you to lift your hips, placing the pillow under you.

With your hips raised, he guided the head of his cock to your slit, gathering your arousal on the tip before starting to push into you with a guttural moan. You gasped as he stretched you, the spines on his cock creating a rough but not entirely unpleasant texture as he bottomed out.

“Oh shit,” you gasped as he pulled back, the spikes raking your walls slightly. He thrusted into you harshly and you cried out. Soonyoung leaned over your back, covering your mouth with his hand. “The neighbors will complain, kitten,” he whispered in your ear. “You have to be quiet.”

He gave you another harsh thrust, slamming into you roughly as he set a brutal and unrelenting pace. “Is it too much?” he asked breathlessly. You shook your head, biting into your bottom lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. You couldn’t hold back when you felt his teeth sink into your shoulder. “Fuck, sorry baby,” he panted as he pounded into you.

“S’okay,” you gasped, walls spasming around him as he send you hurtling towards your orgasm which hit you, the strength making your legs shake as he continued to fuck you through it. “Are you okay?” he groaned as your cunt continued to flutter around his cock. You nodded in response. “Y-yes,” you gasped. “I’m – ah! – M’fine — oh god, Soonyoung!”

A second orgasm washed over you and still he kept thrusting, not showing any signs of slowing down. You knew by the end of it you were going to be a bruised, panting, sticky mess but you couldn’t be bothered to care now that he wasn’t holding back and showing you a new side to him you’d never experienced. As he sent you toppling over the edge of your third orgasm, he finally came without warning as he sank his teeth into your shoulder again as his load exploded inside you, painting your walls in his sticky white essence.

“Fuck!” he growled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Sorry,” he murmured, pressing wet kissing against your skin. “Didn’t mean to yell in your ear.” You merely chuckled as you shook your head. “It’s fine, babe,” you replied. “Was I too rough?” he asked suddenly and again you answered with a shake of your head. “No,” you answered. “That was great. In fact,” you said as you lifted your head.

“I’m coming over more often to help with your heat if it means you’ll fuck me like that.”

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[desert--moonchild]

i donno if i’m ever actually gonna write this but i liked the outline i had so here’s my thoughts for a bucktommy fixit (that doesn't involve arson lol) that i started to think up before the last two episodes of 8a came out (which i still have not seen)

After a little bit Buck does try and get himself back out there and it doesn't go great, he hates first dates and he didn't even make in the door on the first one he tried to go on after the breakup

After a particularly not great date that fails he finds a little abandonded kitten in the rain and decides to take her home (even though he's not supposed to have animals in his loft... he'll figure something out)

He says it's no hurricane but it's still not a nice night out and names her Ethel (after the hurricane that he met Tommy during)

Tommy sees Buck at the bar one night with everyone smiling and laughing (he doesn't know that it's the first time Buck has really done so since the breakup until Eddie tells him later)

Buck is watching Jee the following weekend since he already had it off (he and Tommy were going to go somewhere for the hoilday or something) and they get into a car accident

Jee is okay, not a scratch on her, just shaken up— Buck is a little less lucky and winds up with a concussion, whiplash, a broken collarbone and a lot of bruises

Tommy goes over to the loft to talk to him and finds Eddie there feeding Buck's (contraband) cat. Eddie tells him about the accident.

Tommy goes to visit Buck in the hospital and tells him that he was coming over to talk to him and that he absolutely did not want to do this in the hospital because he doesn't want Evan to think he's only there because he's hurt

Buck asks him if he's sure he wants to try again because he wouldn't be able to handle Tommy leaving a second time and suggests that they try and be friends first and figure out some of their issues when they're not in a hospital surrounded by everyone

Tommy agrees as he wants to prove to Evan that he's worth it, even if he's scared

Tommy ends up being the one available to take him home and is always there helping out and taking care of him with everyone else during his recovery over the next few months

Tommy brings dinner over the night before Buck is supposed to go back to work to celebrate and Buck leans forward to kiss him this time and they end up falling into bed together

The next morning they're getting ready for their shifts and have the "are we back together?" Talk and Buck tells Tommy to maybe take him on a real date first and he'll think about it, but he's smiling it as he says it, they kiss and part ways with plans for a date the following night when they're off

Everything is looking up again until later that day when a mechanical failure brings down the helicopter that Tommy is in and all he can think is "Evan is never gonna forgive me for missing our date."

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Whumptober Day 31

Asking for help - Therapy - Making Amends - "I'm alive, just not well" (Elliott Lee, Alive, not well)

"Master.... please help it", Whumpee came running through the house.

Whumper looked up from their book as Whumpee came tearing into the living room.

"Help what?", Whumper frowned, "hey, relax, take a deep breath... I can't understand what you're on about."

Whumpee took a rushed breath before repeating.

"Help it please, it's dying", Whumpee hurried again.

Whumper saw tears in Whumpee's eyes.

"You're dying?", Whumper frowned.

Whumpee shook their head no.

"Alright alright. I'll humor you", Whumper got up, "take me to what you're talking about."

Whumper followed Whumpee outside to the end of their yard.

Whumpee knelt down and looked up at Whumper pleadingly.

Whumper looked along the curve until they saw two beady eyes looking up at them.

"Oh my", Whumper frowned, "a little kitten."

"I saw a car swerve and purposely hit it", Whumpee admitted, "please Master."

"Whumpee sometimes we can't fix these things. We can't mess with nature. I know it's sad, but we... can't.... help them", Whumper frowned as Whumpee wiped their eyes, "Whumpee", Whumper they sighed.

"It's not fair", Whumpee sobbed, "you saved m..."

"I know Whumpee", Whumper sighed, "I'll take it to the animal hospital though. They can give it a more comfortable good bye."

Whumpee looked at the cat sadly.

"Would you like to go with me?", Whumper started to pick up the kitten, "you have to promise to be good."

Whumpee thought quietly and nodded.

"Alright, let's go find a box and make it comfortable. I'm sure they will be happy to have someone love them for their last few moments", Whumper cradled the baby gently.

Whumpee gently pet the kitten's head as Whumper drove to the vet office.

"Whumpee, I'm sorry you have to learn about mean people like this", Whumper glanced at them, "I know I wasn't the nicest a while ago, and I hope you see me trying to be better. People are cold and heartless."

Whumpee sniffled a little and nodded, "you're a good master.. Master", Whumpee whispered.

"It's.... purring", Whumpee smiled weakly.

"It's showing you that it appreciates the love you are giving it", Whumper smiled comfortingly.

Whumper explained the situation to the vet.

"My... uh.. child saw the kitten get purposely hit. They wanted to try to save it, but I don't know if there is much we can do", Whumper sighed, "I thought we would at least give it this."

The vet nodded, and took the kitten from Whumpee.

Whumpee couldn't help but start crying.

Whumper wrapped an arm around Whumpee to comfort them.

"Shh, it's alright", Whumper whispered, "we are giving the the best we can. The vet knows how to help them now."

The car ride home was almost quiet. Whumpee's sobbing was louder than they intended.

"Whumpee when we get home, you can relax for the afternoon", Whumper sighed, "you've had a hard day."

"The... chores?", Whumpee shook.

"I'll do the chores today", Whumper sighed, "its fine."

Whumpee curled up in the corner of the living room and held one of their stuffies in their arms.

"I wonder if the kitten had a name even", Whumpee watched Whumper come in, "what if it dies without a name?"

Whumper thought quietly, "what would you have named it?"

"Hope", Whumpee answered quickly.

Whumper nodded, "well it now has a name."

Whumpee smiled.

Whumper snuck out the following day and went up to the vet.

"So what was the verdict with the kitten?", Whumper frowned.

"Unfortunately, you were right. The best thing we could do was put it down. There were too many injuries. The kitten wouldn't have had a good quality of life", the vet sighed, "how is your child doing?"

"Distraught, they named the kitten Hope. They were afraid it would die without a name", Whumper smiled, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but are their any kittens for adoption?"

"Whumpee, will you come here", Whumper called from the living room.

"Yes Master.. one minute please", Whumpee called back.

Whumper sat down, but out of excitement, they jumped back up.

Whumpee came in and knelt.

"Whumpee you have been doing so well lately. I am so proud of you", Whumper almost laughed gleefully, "you about broke my heart yesterday. So, I decided to reward you with something I think you'll love.

Whumpee looked at Whumper timidly. Their master may have changed majorly, but surprises were still a little nerve racking.

Whumpee sat down and reached down the side of their chair. They pulled up a small fur ball.

"Master.... what? Wait is that?", Whumpee almost jumped up but remembered their rules.

"This, unfortunately, is not Hope. Hope was very badly hurt. But, they believe this is one of Hope's siblings. They are doing a DNA test right now. The kitten was also found near where Hope was found. This kitten is for you, my dear", Whumper smiled, "you may come say hi."

Whumpee popped up and hurried to Whumper's side.

The kitten mewed at Whumpee as they reached a hand to pet it.

"They will be your responsibility, but I will help", Whumper smiled, "I was considering getting a pet, so this is why I went ahead and adopted them."

"What's their name?", Whumpee whispered as they got their face closer.

The kitten playfully pawed at Whumpee's nose, making them giggle.

"They don't have one just yet", Whumper chuckled as they handed the kitten to Whumpee, "I thought that could be your job."

Whumpee looked at Whumper with doe eyes.

"I get to name them?", Whumpee whispered.

"Yes my dear", Whumper nodded, then watched as Whumpee thought.

The kitten wiggled around in Whumpee's arms.

"Happy", Whumpee finally smiled, "because they made me very happy. Is that okay Master?"

"That is a very good name", Whumper smiled as they patted Whumpee's head, "the vet gave us a few things to use, but we will need to get some stuff tomorrow for Happy. It's a little late now."

Whumpee nodded as they looked down at the kitten.

"Thankyou so much Master", Whumpee smiled up at them, "this means so much."

"You're welcome dear", Whumper leaned back, "do you have any more chores to do?"

"No Master, I finished everything", Whumpee smiled, "they're purring."

"Then go ahead and enjoy some time with Happy", Whumper smiled.

"Whumpee go ahead and get ready for bed", Whumper stood at the end of the hall.

"Yes Master", Whumpee answered happily.

Whumpee set the kitten down on their mattress and started to change.

They noticed how the kitten stared at them, and they realized they were looking at a scar on Whumpee's stomach.

"Oh, Master did that a while ago. They almost killed me when they went too far, but they saved my life", Whumpee answered the unspoken question, "they're different now... honest."

The kitten meowed at Whumpee.

"Meow" Whumpee giggled.

Whumper was surprised when they saw the kitten round the corner and stare up at them.

"Hello", Whumper greeted, "I thought you were sleeping with Whumpee."

Whumper reached down a hand to see if the kitten would come to them.

Happy stared at the hand for a moment before walking toward it.

"Such a good kitty.... ow", Whumper pulled their hand back and glared at the cat, "what was that for?", Whumper watched two spots of blood coming out from their hand, "you better not make that a habit."

The kitten pranced off seemingly pleased with themself.

They kitten climbed back onto the mattress, they stopped to look at Whumpee's stomach before crawling up to Whumpee's nose and softly pawed at them.

Whumpee woke up a little and pet the kitten until they snuggled up close again.

"Goodnight Happy", Whumpee whispered.

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[cissy2004]

When the Tokyo Revengers guys find out you're on your period/Part 2

Characters: Rindo , Ran ,Izana ,Sanzu

Rindo

When he was sitting at the table, on the terrace where you are, and you sent him a message to come in front of the bathroom, he already knew what happened. It was the first time you were on your period since you were a couple, but it wasn't stupid. He knew what it was about.

He leaves the money on the table, takes your things and his, and comes to the bathroom, where he hears you crying.

-Kitten...everything is fine, what is happening is normal. Get out of the bathroom, okay? if your skirt is stained, I'll give you my shirt, I'll leave you at home and I'll go buy you what you need.

After a few more minutes of him trying to calm you down by talking to you through the bathroom door, you came out crying. Rindo, as soon as you came out of the bathroom, he took off his black shirt, leaving only his tank top, and tied his shirt around your waist, covering the red stain on your blue dress.

You leave the restaurant where you are and get into his car, heading towards your house, where you get out of the car and he starts to buy whatever you need.

It doesn't take long until he returns. He smiles when he sees you in front of the door, wearing only a towel that reached halfway up your thigh. You were getting ready to enter the bathroom, to take a warm bath.

Rindo left all the shopping on the couch, coming with you to the bathroom, to keep you company.

It was the first time that Rindo, your lover, saw you naked, but somehow, you felt ok to be like that around him. You knew that he wouldn't judge the body and he wouldn't try to take advantage. He sat on the floor, by the bathtub, discussing different things with you, laughing at certain situations that occurred in your lives. So, you two, found out that throughout your life, you were very close to each other. He finished the same high school inclusively, but 3 years apart.

He was a very careful man with you, you couldn't deny that. And the way he treated you, he made you feel like the most important person for him.

Ran

Mochi was a common acquaintance of yours, and at a party, where the man invited you, you ended up in Ran's bed. In the morning, when you and Ran realized what had happened the night before, you thought about whether you used a condom or not.

It didn't take long before he realized that he started to like you, and the moment you told him that you couldn't go to the pool, that you had your period, he was extremely happy, but still, he had an empty stomach.

Ran asked you if you wanted him to come and take care of you, but you clearly refused. However, you woke up with him at the window, holding a big bouquet of the flowers you liked.

You were pleasantly surprised when Ran kissed you on the forehead, whispering a "Hi love".

All day he asked you various questions about menstruation, and you were surprised to find out that even if he had girlfriends before you, he was not interested in the monthly problem of women.

Initially, you were very nervous about him, until he told you that he started to feel something for you.

Izana

Izana was never the type of person to show her emotions or to care about people, but when he called you to see what you were doing, and instead your mother answered and told his that you were in the hospital, she left everything his job and came to see you.

In just a few minutes, he arrived at your hospital, with a teddy bear and a big box of candies. He knew what he wanted to do, and that meant always taking more care of you.

-Why don't you take care of yourself?

-I have these projects for college, and__

I do not care. My queen must always feel good. Don't make me move in with you, you'll regret it.

Seeing him like that was the cutest thing for you. You didn't see him that often.

When you returned home, Izana accompanied you, and made sure that you didn't get out of bed and that you ate properly.

Even a few days after this incident, Izana always calls you to remind you to eat and take a break from your work.

Even if he didn't show his feelings, you knew that his love for you existed, and he always made sure that you didn't miss anything, regardless of what he had to do.

Sanzu

Even if he knew it was normal, he couldn't understand how you were bleeding so much without suffering anything.

He loves to sit with his hands on your belly to warm you, even if you were in public, and he liked to think that at some point in the future, he will keep his hands on your belly, but to feel your baby, how it hits your belly.

Sometimes, when he took care of you when they were menstruating, he had the impression that he was taking care of a pregnant woman.

"Are you still bleeding for many days? " or "Why don't you die woman? You're bleeding too much for this to be normal!" there were only a few lines that you heard every month.

[rxmqnova]

Loyal pt. 2

Y/N: 24 years old Story: Y/N and Wanda go to look for Shadow… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV A few days have passed since Tony's party and the two girls have never been more in love before. Although, Y/N can't take her mind off the little black kitten that was outside alone that night.

"Y/N, are you listening?" Wanda asks, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend's neck from behind while Y/N is sitting on the chair, deep in her thoughts.

"Hmm? What?"

"I asked you if you'd stay the night" Wanda explains and presses a few kisses to Y/N's cheeks.

"Sure" Y/N smiles, turning her head to the side and pecking Wanda's lips with a kiss.

"Are you thinking about that cat again?" Wanda sighs and sits down on a chair next to Y/N.

"She was there all alone, Wands. She didn't even have a collar. I just can't stop thinking about it" Y/N admits with a sigh.

"You are the sweetest person in the whole universe" Wanda smiles warmly, interlocking her fingers with Y/N's. "Do you want to go and look around again if the kitten isn't there?"

"Really?" Y/N asks, her eyes shining.

The girl hasn't stopped looking for the little creature and every day walks around the Stark tower, trying to find her fluffy friend.

"Yeah. I know you, Y/N. You won't stop until you find the cat" Wanda chuckles, standing up and pulling Y/N up with her.

"You're the best girlfriend ever!" Y/N squeals and gives Wanda a hug, pulling her in for a kiss right after.

"Okay. Come on, honey" Wanda chuckles at her girlfriend's excitement, dragging her away to the garage.

As soon as Wanda pulls over in front of the Stark tower, Y/N rushes out of the car which makes Wanda let out a chuckle.

"What was the name again? Shallow?" Wanda asks, walking to her girlfriend.

"I've told you like a million times. It's Shadow" Y/N sighs, scanning everything with her eyes to find a sign of her little friend.

"I know, I was just messing with you" Wanda chuckles, playfully nudging Y/N's shoulder with hers. "Oh there!"

"Where?!" Y/N asks excitedly, looking at the direction Wanda's pointing her finger.

"I'm sorry, I was just kidding" Wanda laughs, receiving just a whine from her girlfriend.

"Stop doing that or I won't give you any more cuddles and kisses today" Y/N teases, knowing Wanda can't be without cuddles and kisses until the end of the day.

"You wouldn't" Wanda looks at her girlfriend, crossing her arms over her chest and knowing damn well Y/N can't be without a cuddle or a kiss for a long time either.

"… Damn it, you're right, I wouldn't" Y/N groans, making Wanda let out a chuckle.

"Let's just go looking" Wanda chuckles, interlocking her fingers with Y/N's and walking around to find the kitten.

———

"Y/N/N, we've been walking around for hours, let's just go home please" Wanda whines, pulling her girlfriend away,

"Wait, wait, wait! There!" Y/N squeals as quietly as possible to not scare off the little black kitten. "Hi, Shadow" The girl says softly, kneeling down to the kitten and petting her behind ears.

"What now? What will you do with the cat?" Wanda asks from afar, afraid she'd scare the cat again if she goes any closer.

"Well… first of all, I'm gonna take Shadow to the vet. Just to make sure she's okay and then…" Y/N looks at Wanda, giving her the best puppy eyes on which Wanda's eyes widen. "Come on, can we keep her? Please"

"Honey, do you-"

"Please. Taking a responsibility for Shadow could be a little training" Y/N tries again.

"Training for what?" Wanda asks, giving her girlfriend a confused look.

"Training for the future… you know, if we'll want to have children together" Y/N explains on which Wanda smiles.

"We're together just a few months and you're already thinking about kids?" Wanda teases, her smile never leaving her lips.

"Why not? I know you've been thinking about it too. Natasha told me" Y/N smiles back.

"I'm gonna kill her… Alright, let's take Shadow to the vet" Wanda smiles, shaking her head and holding her hand out for her girlfriend. "So we can keep her?!" Y/N squeals, interlocking her fingers with Wanda's while holding the little kitten in her other arm.

"What else can I do with you?" Wanda chuckles, receiving a wide smile and a squeal from her girlfriend.

———

After visiting the vet and making sure Shadow is completely okay, Wanda and Y/N stopped at the pet shop to buy everything they need for their new little family member.

Now they're setting everything up in the compound which makes Wanda think whether or not is the right time to move in together. She's been thinking about it for a while and to be honest, Y/N's been too.

"Baby?" Wanda questions, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend from behind and pressing a kiss to Y/N's cheek.

"Hmm" Y/N hums in response, a smile forming on her face when Wanda presses another kiss to her cheek.

"I've been thinking… now that we have a kitten together… how about we move in together?" Wanda asks with a smile on which Y/N turns around in her arms, wrapping arms around Wanda's neck.

"You would really want to?" Y/N asks with a huge smile.

"Of course I would. I love you, Y/N. And everyone here in the compound likes you. I'd love to have you here with me all the time. Plus we've already set everything up here for Shadow, so" Wanda smiles warmly.

"I would love to move in with you. I love you too, Wands"

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They found Shadow!! <33

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[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 2- caught masturbating w/ Lee know

⤷ warnings: Gn!reader x Sub!Minho masterbation, watching (?)

⤷ word count: 950

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It was pathetic, really. You were just in the other room, watching some random show while Minho was lying flat on your bed with your underwear wrapped around his cock.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Stomach sinking in everytime he stroked himself.

As soon as he got home from work, he made a b-line straight to your shared  room. You found it strange yes, but maybe practice didn't go well that day. You get it, it can be stressful.So you opted into leaving him be for a while.

It was getting late and you decided to order food, not knowing if minho was awake. You decided to go to him. You knocked once, twice, before opening the door.

The sight had you shocked, not to say the least. You thought he was sleeping or maybe silently scrolling on his phone.

Minho instead, had his hand down on his cock with your underwear rubbing his tip accordingly.

You saw him pocket your underwear a couple of times, once after he found them on his bed while cleaning another after a while quickie. You also noticed a couple pairs going missing every once in a while.

Did you suspect him? Of course not. Garments like that are easy to loose, like socks. So you never questioned him.

When he notices you walked in, he looks at you and smiles. He turns his head back and starts stroking his cock even faster.

You start slowly walking towards him, closing the door behind you. The food long forgotten.

As you make it to the bed, you decided to situate yourself right besides him. Your hand rests lightly on his right thigh.

"Isn't this something?" You ask while rubbing your hand over the article wrapped around his tip. You see his back arch up a little before going back down.

"You like this don't you." he argues back, knowing you also put up a fight.

You guys never had rules about "not cumming". You thought it didn't matter, but maybe it did.

"Touch yourself again." He didn't realize his hand stopped moving until you told him to start stroking himself again.

He looks directly into your eyes while giving himself languid strokes.

Up and down, up and down. It was mesmerizing. You wanted him to wither away on your bed. Choking out sobs, begging you to let him cum.

"You were the ones stealing this, hm?" you broke the silence, asking the question while slapping the underwear on him.

He gasps before returning to his original demeanor.

"You didn't notice, baby" the nickname was tantalizing. Showing you he still had the upper hand. Though that wasn't apart of your 'plan' you wouldn't mind changing it up for your minho.

"Stop" you grab his wrist halting his movements.

"Let me go." No other emotions laced in his voice except desperation.

"You could easily remove my hand, you have been going to the gym more, no? Or are you just a little kitten? Can't do anything without his owner instructing him too." You don't know where that came from, the shock on his face was mimicking the one you felt internally.

He's the one who always called you kitten or referred to himself as your owner. He was the one who told you to stop, edging yourself for hours on end.

He fell silent, any sign of fight gone. He goes limp in your hold. Breath rigid. Cock head leaking pre-cum.

You rub your thumb over his slit causing him to moan. Moving the cum all around his cock, acting a lubricant.

"You liked that? Liked when you're dumbed down to nothing but a little whore? An insatiable little whore who always needs to cum?" He whines. Grabbing your wrist and moving it around on his cock.

"Please, s-shit. I needa cum." His voice was breaking, slight pants leaving his soft lips. Sweat was starting to bead against his forehead and neck.

"You wanna come?"

"yesyesyes, please I'm begging you."

You thought about it for a while, pondering some thoughts in your head.

"Okay then, you have to come in 10 seconds." You smile at his look on his face. The looked saying that he's fucked.

Ten.

He tried continuing with his original method after you came in, using your hand but it wasn't working.

Nine.

He started using his hand only, rubbing up and down at a fast pace. Moans slipping out of his mouth.

Eight.

When that wasn't working either, he tried two hands.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

As you were counting down, you were rubbing his thighs and stomach. Taunting him as a punishment.

When you reached four, he spit on his hands, running his thumb only over his tip.

Three.

He tried everything he could think of, but nothing was working.

Two.

He tried using both hands, desperate to cum within the time limit.

One.

But when you say one and you tell him to stop once again, he starts to tear up. Tears of frustration.

"Aww, too bad you didn't get to cum." You give him a kiss before lying on the bed next to him.

He sits up, shaking your thigh. "Baby please, I didn't get to cum" his voice weakening with every word.

"How sad. Go take a cold shower." You shut him up, wrapping your hands around his while closing your eyes.

"I fucking hate you"

"Love you too, pretty boy.

[moonspirit]

More Cadet!Aruani.. pretty please? Like, literally tell everything you got, I am willing to read an entire thread of it.

Ohhh anon~ I'm glad you enjoy my cadet!Aruani haha xD I don't do it often tbh, somehow.

But nope, not literally everthing I've got! Only bit by bit, so I can savour and ruminate on the thoughts and eke it out for future posts too xD

For now, maybe... some fluff between the two will do for now?

It's a slow day in the 104th training corps. No training since all superiors are away, no exams (also far away), no titans breaching walls and creating havoc. Everyone's off somewhere or very much in somewhere and being nosy about it, there's nothing to do, nowhere to see, and Annie's sure if she doesn't open her mouth and talk to another human-shaped being, she'll go insane.

Not that she has any energy for it.

But maybe... maybe if she can find him, all she'll have to do is listen.

It's doubtful, Armin is rather popular with the people and for all she knows, he could be making the girls flower crowns and reeling off obscure fact after obscure fact to anyone who listens with gusto. On a free day like this, maybe he's not even in town. Maybe he's been whisked off somewhere by his friends. Maybe he-

And then she stops in her tracks because there he is, sitting by the canal, a book in his lap (how typical, she wants to laugh), but all alone.

Maybe he'd rather not see her though and be bothered by her empty presence when he could be reading the book in peaceful solitude.

Somehow, even if she can't nearly overturn her desire to take his time for herself, the sudden doubt roots her to the spot and she can no more walk forward. Instead she just stares at the back of his head where the pale afternoon sun warms the locks of smooth gold hair with a desolate sensation of longing taking over her heart.

Who knew loneliness could cause feelings like this. Her father would be disappointed.

But maybe she creates a darkness, or maybe she creates a void, it's lost to her which, because Armin seems to think he should turn around at that very moment and look for some reason, only to end up blinking with surprise at the sight of her lurking around the corner like a homeless kitten with "take me home" written all over its face.

It's embarrassing really, but thank god he can't see her cheeks properly at this distance.

"Annie!" he calls, a great big smile spreading over his face.

Oh, stupid. Stupid of her to think he wouldn't want to share his time. Armin's an idiot, carelessly giving everyone his time! She's just another one.

"Hi." She says, stepping into the sun to sit next to him. The canal is like the dozen others just like it in this town, nothing remarkably large or impossible to fathom; if she transformed, she'd step right over it without so much as a glance down. She's also nimble and quick on her feet, qualities her father had made certain she was aware of if only to size up an enemy by comparison - even if she were to stumble sitting down by the edge of the canal, nobody in the military would expect her to fall.

So why then, does he reach a hand out as if to catch her if she falls?

And why can't she look away from the shape of his palm?

Armin's smile is, somehow, brighter than the sun on the back of her neck. "I thought you would've gone to the market with Mina and the rest. What are you doing here alone?"

"I could ask you the same," She retorts. "You're always surrounded. How come nobody needs you today?"

There's a flash of something like the edges of disappointment in his eyes, so quick and fleeting that Annie thinks she imagines it when it's gone.

"Well, you know, I'm glad to have the day to myself," He chuckles. "It's quiet and peaceful."

"Right, and then I intruded."

"No, no," He laughs, shaking his head. "I'm glad to see you, Annie."

Annie looks away, squinting at the flowing waters. The sunshine makes it glitter in a million different ways, dazzling her until all that's left in her vision is a soft, beautiful river of light, flowing to some unknown place. In the corner of her vision, she's acutely aware that the book on Armin's lap leaves its place for the stone ground - a sign that makes her nervous, really, because it means that all of his clever little attention is now on her.

"Pretty, isn't it?" He says softly, making her look at him.

At the shape of his face, framed by a soft molten gold that flutters with the wind; at the blue of his eyes, a shade she doesn't really know the word for as it penetrates deep into her own; at the tip of his nose, always dusted an endearing pink; at the ridge of his brows, a tad stronger whenever the bangs move away in the breeze; at the set of his jaw, the shape of his lips, the-

"W-what is?" She stammers, dazed.

"The water." He laughs, and she feels so silly.

"... Right."

Some of the people back in her hometown used to believe in Gods; said calling upon their names would ease their thoughts and bring them to calm.

Perhaps she should try it, just this once, because her heart-

But then, Armin leans in, a smile just short of bashful playing on his lips.

"There's more water like this beyond the walls."

Oh god, there it is. Again. Somehow, she's glad for it.

Annie can't help but release a sigh. "I was wondering if you'd grown tired of talking about the sea. Haven't heard about it in three days."

There's everything in his laugh, embarrassment, happiness, hope the size of the sun, and then some more embarrassment. For better or worse, Annie decides, it's her favourite sound and can he please continue to laugh?

"Sorry. I'm sure I've bored you by now..."

"No," She hums, drawing her knees to her chest and closing her eyes to the warmth heating up her face. "Tell me about it again."

And he does.

And Annie decides it's her favourite story because it's kind and beautiful and better than any of the ones she grew up hearing.

This story of the sea is sweet.

[afewproblems]

and there you go hurtin' me so good again with the continuation of your cheating!Eddie steddie fic.. thank you! <3

Based on Part One, and this Ask here,

I was chatting with @samcoxramblings yesterday about this and I think maybe there should be some Steve POV, as a treat.

If Steve thought about the last few weeks of his life alongside every other instant of sorrow and pain he'd experienced, his relationship with Nancy, the Upside Down, the death of Barb, his parents, he'd say he should be used to this sort of thing by now.

But perhaps he'd been spoiled.

He'd had more than twenty years of happiness, contentedness, with Eddie and their life together. He'd relaxed too much, and here was the other shoe crashing down.

The home phone line in their apartment has been ringing off the hook, reporters have been trying to get ahold of him to see his side of things, leaving messages and one bold enough to come to their apartment leaves a letter taped to their door.

Steve disconnectes the phone and installs another lock after that.

And speaking of letters, there have been a mix delivered to their shared PO Box, some in support of Steve, sympathetic to the situation, others are ecstatic --seeing it as their chance to wedge their way into his marriage just like the last person, that they've always hated Steve and can't wait to see him gone.

He only reads a few letters before letting them pile up on the side table by the door.

All because of that stupid photo.

There was no discernable face in the photo, or photos, that ended up online.

Just Eddie talking animatedly to someone facing away from the camera view. It pieces together the evening, a meet cute, a conversation, walking out of the bar together, and a passionate kiss before getting into a taxi.

Eddie confirms it, and it's like his heart breaks in two.

There are a million questions rattling around in his head.

How many times has this happened? How long has Eddie been lying to him, was this a one time thing or have they been secretly meeting one another for multiple tours? Does the band know? Have they been lying to his face as well?

Steve feels as though he's been on autopilot, walking around in a fog while at home, and mechanically moving through his lesson plans while at school.

To make matters worse, his principal calls him at home after the news breaks.

"Steve, how are you doing? I'm so sorry to hear," she tells him solemnly over the line, "if there is anything we can do please let us know".

"Thank you Liz, I, I really appreciate it," Steve hums, his voice much more level than it has been in awhile, "I'll take Spring break to finish up my marking and get my head on straight before we're back--"

"Steve, I'm sorry, I think," she hesitates, Steve can hear her pace around her office, her signature kitten heels click against the tiled floor, "I think it would be best if you take a little longer than Spring Break".

He feels his stomach drop into his shoes, no, no, they can't...

"What, what are you talking about, are you--"

"No, no, of course not," her voice shrill, panicked and tinny, over the line as she backpeddles, "no, we just think it would be better for you and the kids if you took some time away. We have a sub lined up and this wouldn't be permanent, just until it dies down".

"You can't be serious Liz, come on, their finals are coming up at the end of the month and I've never let my personal life affect my job before and I'm not about to start now, I don't need a leave of absence, I'm fine," he lies.

It has been difficult to get through class, to ignore the whispers from the kids during break or while they work in groups. He can feel curious eyes follow him in between the desks as he walks around for questions.

Liz sighs into the line and all at once knows the conversation is over, that it was never a conversation to begin with.

"Look, you're the best department head we've had in a long time Steve, and I want you back, fresh, for the kids. I can't imagine how you're feeling right now and I know this isn't what you wanted but I think it will be for the best".

"How long?" Steve manages to say, so softly that Liz asks him to repeat himself.

"Excluding the break, I'll say three weeks, so you can be back to see them through their exams," she sighs again, "the school year isn't over yet Steve, you'll still have lots of time with them".

Steve raises a shaking hand to his hair, running his fingers through it from root to tip. It could be good to take that time, Robin had asked him if he would when they initially spoke. It could give him a chance to think about what to do.

But, at this point, he worries if he stops moving, if he slows down, he won't be able to stop the grief he can feel, knocking at his window.

"Okay, okay, Liz, I'll take some time".

***

Steve finishes his marking in record time, but perhaps it's easy when one doesn't sleep.

He reorganizes the pantry twice, deep cleans all the storage closets, he throws every piece of clothing in the house into the laundry, including Eddie's, drops off the dry cleaning, and washes the walls.

He moves the furniture around and finds himself looking at rentable scaffolding to see about finally starting that painting project he's been thinking about.

It's only Wednesday.

One by one his family begin to reach out as the news begins to circulate more prominently in the regular entertainment news outlets. Hopper and Joyce call, Joyce asks Steve if he wants to come back to Hawkins for a bit, that their door is always open for him, just as it was when he was in his twenties. Hopper tells him all Steve needs to do is give him the word and he'll be in Chicago with a shovel, no questions asked.

Steve thanks Joyce and gives Hopper an emphatic, 'NO,' but he appreciates them all the same.

Dustin innocently brings up that he'll be in Chicago for a few days the following week, that Robin offered Steve's guest room to him, and Steve finds himself smiling while shaking his head at the co-conspirators.

All of the kids call at least once, but they are busy themselves, none of them are on a leave of absence after all, he thinks bitterly to himself.

Thursday afternoon there's a knock at his door, Steve is in the middle of changing out the old washer from the kitchen sink -finally getting around to fixing the small leak, he freezes at the sound.

He's not expecting anyone and even though he and Robin are nearly joined at the hip she still has the decency to call before showing up at his door.

Steve climbs out from under the sink and wipes his hands on the nearest towel before slowly walking towards the door. All the locks are still bolted from the night before, so he feels safer leaning in to peer through the peephole.

It's Wayne?

Steve feels his heart begin to race, what on earth was Wayne doing here? Was Eddie with him? Corroded Coffin was still on tour, he couldn't be.

He hazards another glance through the peephole but he can't tell if there is anyone else in the hall.

Wayne knocks again making Steve jump at the sudden noise.

Steve breathes in deeply through his nose and out through his mouth once, twice, before he unlocks both bolts and the chain with shaking hands, he opens the door a fraction.

"Wayne? What are you doing here?" Steve says softly, he steps aside to let the man through.

"I came to check on you," Wayne says after a beat, he wipes his feet on the second mat inside and shrugs off his red windbreaker. Steve tries to take the jacket to hang it up but raises his hands in surrender as Wayne waves him off and opens the closet to hang it up himself.

Steve takes him into the kitchen and puts on a pot of coffee, they never did invest in one of those single serve coffee machines, Eddie drank so much coffee when he was home that it made no sense and, 'brewed coffee just tates better Stevie'.

Steve shakes the memory away and grabs two mugs from the cupboard, "Just sugar right?"

He reaches for the empty sugar bowl as Wayne nods, he hovers awkwardly as Steve flits around the kitchen.

Steve grabs the sugar from their pantry and fills up the bowl before placing it on the table with a spoon.

"So," Steve sighs as he leans against the counter next to the coffee maker, it hisses and bubbles filling the air with the smell of brewing coffee, "Eddie put you up to this, huh?"

Wayne frowns but nods, "Call it the first good decision that dumb-ass has made in the last few weeks," he scratches the graying scruff on his cheeks and steps closer, "how are you doing son?

Steve wants to tell him about how he hasn't let himself even think about the future. How he told Eddie he couldn't come home yet, how he's so achingly lonely despite the number of people that have reached out. How he doesn't want to think about a life without Eddie, but that he also can't imagine being in the same room as him for more that a minute without wanting to just scream at him.

How, Steve firmly believed that he would lose the man standing in his doorway, how his friendship with Gareth and Chrissy would inevitably fracture over Eddie, and once again Steve would be alone, picking up the pieces of his life to start again.

Instead, he manages to say, "I'm so glad you're here," before stepping into Wayne's arms, and allowing himself to be held as he finally, finally cries.

Wayne's arms come around him firmly, he reaches one hand up to cradle Steve's head while the other rubs his back, "its okay son, I gotcha," he whispers as Steves shoulders shake and his chest stutters.

"I gotcha".

[pinksirensong]

MORPHEUS X READER (ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP) WHERE THEY GO WATCH THE ERAS TOUR FILM PLEASE

I JUST CAME BACK FROM WATCHING IT!! While writing I kept imagining Morpheus at the movie theater waiting on the line for the movie with Y/N and she's SO 1989's era and he's like... reputation with a mix of folklore??? ANYWAAAAAAY, hope you liked it 🩵 thank u so much for the ask 🩵

CRUEL SUMMER

People around them always asked themselves how they could work, Y/N and Morpheus couldn't be more different if they tried to and yet they were a match made in heaven. He was very temperamental and with a lot of trust issues while she was a sunshine that always saw good anywhere she went. So people wondered…

They didn't know them though, there were a lot of concessions between them…especially from Dream's side. What Y/N wanted she would get, no matter what sacrifice he had to do, even if he thought it was crazy…like suddenly asking to break up for a few hours. Morpheus was ready to cry and ask what did he do to make her ask for this (because honestly this time he was so sure everything was fine) but then she explained that RED Taylor's Version would come out and she wanted to really experience it.

He didn't understand it, but fearing she would actually break up with him it felt like it was better letting her have that moment. Not even twenty-four hours later he found her crying on the floor while All Too Well (10 minutes version) Taylor's Version played very loudly. Morpheus loved every form of art but not even him could understand how someone could feel so much from just listing a song.

That day was supposed to be the strangest day…until now.

— I do not understand.

— We are going to The Eras Tour. I mean, not really, it's the film and I bought us tickets, surprise! - of course Y/N knew her boyfriend wasn't a swiftie like her, but this was a very important moment in her life and she really wanted to share it with him. — I didn't had the money to go see the actual show but since I took so many extra hours at work I was able to get a free day today to go see it with you! You're not mad at me, right, kitten?

— I would never be angry with you, my love. - especially when she looked at him like that. — I see no point in it. I am the Lord of the Dreaming, surely I could make your dream of watching this come true.

— But it wouldn't be the real thing. I really want to see the whole experience, even if it was just watching a movie, and…and I want to sing her songs with other fans…and most of all: I really want to share this moment with you. Please, Morpheus, say yes…

And that's how Dream of the Endless ended up in the middle of a movie theater full of unknown people beside his girlfriend. Y/N was dressed with the cheerleader outfit from Shake it off and while he didn't understand the reason behind it all he did was make sure no one would make her feel uncomfortable. There was no denying he was a bit jealous and the way people looked at her didn't help it but Dream knew he couldn't go back to his old ways.

"Alright, Los Angeles, we have arrived at the very first bridge of the evening. Now, I have a question. Does anyone here know the lyrics to this bridge? Prove it!"

— I'M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY COMING HOME FROM A BAR OHHH SAID I'M FINE BUT IT WASN'T TRUE I DON'T WANNA KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP YOU AND I SNUCK IN THROUGH THE GARDEN GATE EVERY NIGHT THAT SUMMER JUST TO SEAL MY FATE OHHH AND I SCREAM FOR WHATEVER IS WORTH I LOVE YOU AIN'T THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD? - and there he was completely enchanted by Y/N's. She was singing the loudest she could and he doubted tomorrow she would have the voice to say anything, but today…in this moment she was completely happy. And Y/N was sharing it with him. At the moment it was just her there with him, it was like every other person in the movie theater was just gone.

In that moment he knew that he was truthfully completely and irrevocably in love with Y/N.

[kiruamon]

More cat stuff (+ 1 dog)!

I felt like expanding the idea a little further. So this time we can welcome the rest of the color gang. (For a easier search I tagged the last entry of this AU and this entry as pet au).

Some background information:

Oz lived on the streets, where he accidentally wandered into Damien's fathers' territory. Damien spotted him there and chased him out of the territory, which led to them rushing through half the city with neither of them quite knowing where they were when they stopped. Oz was thankfully able to convince Damien that he would help him get back to his territory if he didn't hurt him in return. Damien reluctantly agreed, and Oz oriented himself based on buildings and other prominent features that had caught his eye during their chase until they actually made it back in one piece.

From then on, Oz would often run into the horned feline when Damien was on a stroll outside of his territory, and over time the two bonded.

Oz had no permanent shelter for a long time. Most of the time he looked for some empty cardboard boxes in dark back alleys for a place to sleep. Never really feeling safe, he often lived in the justified fear of being chased away by someone from his temporary shelter. At least until the day he was found by the Color Gang.

It was a huge shock for him when a gigantic dog suddenly appeared in front of him. Stiff with fear, he couldn't get his feet to move and instead tried to crouch down as small as he could. Maybe the big dog would overlook him?

As the beast grabbed his hackles, Oz was completely sure that his life had now come to an end as a dog's snack! But instead, the strange dog carried him right up in front of the paws of two unfamiliar cats, who visibly eyed him with curiosity.

That day he made new friends in Vicky, Amira, and Brian, who decided on the same day to take Oz to their owner in the hopes that their owner would take him in.

Brian carried Oz to his owner, holding the little kitten by the scruff of his neck, while Amira and Vicky looked at their owner with begging faces like, "Look! Look what we found! Isn't he cute? Can we keep him? Please, please, please!"

Amira then whispered to Oz: "Okay, Oz. Now it's your turn. Remember what Vicky taught you. You can do it, you've been practicing for it, after all."

Despite being rather anxious and having a lot of heart pounding, Oz does his best, looks up and tries to put on his cutest expression, while all he can manage is a tiny mousey mewl from all the pressure.

The owner never stood a chance against all these begging faces. The mission was a complete success!

So Oz is taken in by the owner of his friends and from then on lives with them.

The Color Gangs Owner calls them Blue, Green, Red and Yellow. Yellow for Oz since the little guy had a yellow ribbon entangled around his neck, when he was brought to him. He soon replaced it with a yellow collar.

Having a warm and most of all safe home is a whole new experience for Oz, which he fully enjoys.

Group picture! Whereby Amira's design here still represents the first version, which I changed later.

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Once Oz got used to Brian - and the fact that he wouldn't eat him - he started to appreciate the presence of the extremely friendly and calm dog.

Brian, on the other hand, isn't feeling bothered by Oz's clinginess. On the contrary. He, too, has certainly taken a liking to their newest group member.

Napping time is always a good time.

Brian often makes a bit of a mess when he eats, as he can't stop some of the food from falling out of the gap in his muzzle.

The owner has therefore placed a mat under the food bowls to make it easier to sweep up the leftovers.

The old Amira design. I changed it, because it thought it looked to much like a fakemon.:'3

So I settled with this design instead.

Amira plays with Vicky and Oz from time to time, although she is not always in the mood to amuse them and is quicker to make it clear when she wants to be left alone. She is often outside the house to hunt and allows Oz to accompany her every now and then if he shows interest. When she gets angry, her fire burns even stronger and hotter. In that case it can happen that her fire, which otherwise isn't a threat, becomes dangerous. For such emergencies, the owner has placed fire extinguishers in every room as well as sprinklers.

Oz really likes the warm and pretty looking little amber sparks and tries sometimes to catch one.

Vicky was immediately overjoyed to welcome her new family member. She is full of energy and outright curious. She invites Oz on every adventure, no matter how small it is. Vicky is definitely happy to have a playmate who has a similar size and can often be seen bouncing around with Oz. Despite her peppy nature, she is very good at sensing when Oz needs a break and giving him time to rest. She has been the one who has shown Oz everything in his new home. From the place with the food bowls to her favorite places to play and more.

When she is very excited, it sometimes happens that she gives out small electric shocks. In addition to that, her fur charges quickly when she walks on carpets or is petted for a while and then also gives out very light electric shocks again when touched. She has a habit of licking at electrical outlets to give her body new energy. Her owner had to give up trying to stop her from doing this if he doesn't want to replace chewed through wires every few days instead.

Cat pile!

An empty box! There is no better toy!

When nervous or frightened, Oz tends to sink into shadows to the shock of his new owner.

For Damien it was a big surprise to find out that his friend suddenly lives with a human as his house cat. And then also in the company of other animals! Damien felt betrayed at the sight of the warmly lit living room and Oz's carefree playing when watching the smaller one through the window.

When Oz noticed him and jumped onto the windowsill to suddenly be shouted at by Damien before his friend turning away from him, Oz no longer understood the world.

Although Oz didn't have a chip for the cat flap at this point due to an upcoming visit to the vet. He still found a way out to follow Damien thanks to his shadow ability. He had quite a bit of trouble following the angry cat, who no longer wanted anything to do with him.

Oz called desperately several times after Damien until the other finally stopped. When Damien turned around furiously and was ready to make clear, even with claws if necessary, that Oz should leave him the hell alone, his anger fizzled out at Oz's trembling figure and tear-stained face.

In the end, Damien realized that he was the one who had overreacted. That he wasn't really angry that Oz had found a home for himself. But that he had simply been jealous to see him with others. And that his initial concern that something had happened to Oz when he had not found him in the usual places had turned to anger because he thought Oz had now replaced him and no longer needed him.

After talking things out, and as soon as Oz was finally officially allowed to leave the house as well, Damien felt much more at ease. Oz enjoys his walks and hang-outs with Damien and is also more than happy that there are no more misunderstandings between them. Apart from that, Oz doesn't hide his affection for Damien and shows him at every possible opportunity how much he likes him.

Oz will bring Damien his favourite mouse toy as a present to show him his affection. It's very effective.

Damien brought Oz a death bird the next day. Oz wasn't so sure what to do with it but was happy none the less.

Damien doesn't know how to retract his claws. But he always goes sure to not hurt Oz. Oz on the other paw trusts Damien completely even if it makes him all flustered when Damien is being suddenly more cuddly with him. (But he also reeeeeally likes it. So Oz doesn't complain about it.)

Oz looking all dreamy at Damien, some nose nuzzling and having a stroll together through the town.

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Maybe there will come more? No promises though.:')

[theslvttysimp]

$$ THE BROTHERS WIN A SCRATCH OFF$$

PART 2: LeviXmc, SatanXmc, AsmoXmc, BelphieXmc

Scenario: You gift your favorite demon a scratch off ticket from a nearby Devildom gas station. Turns out it's a winner! 10 million grimm!

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Asmo

"Ooooooo, thank you MC! You are so sweet! You didn't have to gift me anything, I'm perfectly happy with your kisses!~"

Uses a coin to scratch it off because he wouldn't dare dirty is nails. He needs to look good for you 24/7.

" oh my, 10 million grimm!" He covers his mouth with his beautiful fingers in shock

" You must be my lucky charm! Come here I want to give you smooches!"

Attacking your face with kisses while hugging you. Most likely slid his hand down to give your butt a quick squeeze ( he's the avatar of lust, he can't help it.)

" Come on baby, we're going shoppiiing!~" He grabs your hand and he brings both of you to numerous high end beauty stores.

" Pick out whatever you like, love! I think you would look STUNNING in this purple lipstick!"

He's using this shopping spree to spoil you rotten. He has you try on a bunch of different makeup, clothes, and accessories. You look so adorable he wants to gobble you up.

When you head home he will absolutely make you put on a fashion show for him with all the clothing and makeup he bought you.

" You look so amazing my dear... now take it all off so you'll look ever better~"

Levi

Is absolutely screaming on the inside because you just gifted him something. Who would want to give a present to a worthless otaku? He's a blushing mess. " Th-thank you MC"

Uses a sword from one of his action figures to scratch the ticket.

"Ah!..... 10 million grimm?! MC I could buy the limited edition underwater octopus Ruri-Chan figurine with that! Thank you so much MC-chan!"

At your feet kissing them. I swear this demon is such a simp for you

You pull him up from the floor and give him a quick little peck on the lips. " you're so very welcome Levi" you say with a soft smile

Okay, you just broke this man. You swear you saw him glitch. Give him a minute to reboot.

After he rebooted, you both sit on the floor, and he starts ordering stuff off of Akuzon. He buys you your own own controller for his console. A controller only YOU can use. He also buys you your own beanbag chair and headset to keep in his room for your gaming sessions. His brothers are never allowed to touch it.

He secretly purchases some spicy cosplay outfits he wants you to try on for him. He's to nervous to tell you until you find them in his closet one day and decide to put on a show for him.

Satan

Slightly confused you handed him a scratch ticket, he thought it was a bookmark at first.

" Why thank you, MC. I think I've read something about these tickets. I heard they're very common in your world."

Leans on the book he is reading to scratch the ticket off.

Holds the ticket up closer to the lamp je was using to read to see it better. "Well, look at that. A winner." He turns to you and smiles. " Thank you, kitten. I truly appreciate you."

Plants a solid kiss on your forehead and wraps his arm around your shoulders and finishes up the chapter he was reading before bringing you to the bookstore.

Romantically kissed you in an aisle in the bookstore. This wrathy demon melts on you like butter. He is so happy.

Is more happy he has an excuse to hold your hand and shop with you at a bookstore than being a millionaire.

Will at some point in the day drag you to an animal shelter to adapt a few cats.

Will have you help him hide the cats in his room so Lucifer doesn't flip shit.

Ordered you a kitty lingerie outfit for you to try on later. He's gonna make you puurrrr~

Also ordered some rope to attempt to tie Lucifer up later.

Belphie

You didn't want to wake him up so you leave the ticket under his pillow like a little scratch off fairy.

You're chilling in your room when your door bursts open. "MC, let's go." Belphie has the scratched-off ticket in his hand. He takes your wrist and brings you to the nearest bedding store.

Asks your opinions on several plush pillows. He wants you to pick out pillows for both of you to sleep with, along with some soft blankets to snuggle with.

Glances over at you with loved filled sleepy eyes every once in a while. Finally your eyes lock with each other.

" I never got the chance to thank you, MC." He takes both of his hands and cups your cheeks, presses a sleepy kiss on yout lips.

You both go home and head to the attic

He sets up all his newly bought pillows and blankets, flops down on his back on the plush surface and holds his arms out to you.

You lay on his body and snuggle until you both fall asleep.

He may have just bought hundreds of pillows, but you will always be his favorite thing to snuggle.

He secretly can't wait to hear your moans muffled by the new pillows later

I'm so sorry if this is ass, but this was fun to make!!

[jenniquinn]

Giggles and kissy noises were coming from your shared room. Curious he slowly opens the door to see you on your stomach legs open giving the white kitten he got you kisses. It causes him to smile. He knew how you've always dreamed of owning a white but your strict parents always told you no when he saw one in the window of the animal shelter he had to get it for you. Of course you named it alpine. Alpine was bucky Barnes cat in the comics. You loved the winter soldier so it made sense.

He watched you, not realizing he could fall more in love. "Oh my gosh" you scream cutely " you're so cute I could just die". He laughs and you finally turn and see him in the doorway. "Awe looky alpine daddy's home" you reach hand out for him to grab and sit next to you . "Daddy huh" he lays next to you. He pulls you close "yes daddy. Hopefully we will have a baby later on" you say and his heart swells. "Huh kitty. Would you like us to have a baby" you ask the cat and she meows. You look at Eddie "well I guess we know what she wants, do you"?

He pulls you close causing the cat to run away "I never thought about kids until I met you" he says and you smile "me either" you lift a hand to move his hair out of his face. You look into those brown eyes you love so much "when would this happen" you ask and he answers by flipping you on your back straddling you. "Well I was thinking" he starts by moving his head to kiss you "we could start now" you smile wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Well then honey we have some work to do" you say laughing and he smiles "that we do" he says. And wouldn't you know it after a few tries you finally end up pregnant.

[heathfall]

Ignition (Warriors Fanfic)

Posted yet another fanfiction over on AO3; this time not Crown of Thorns related. It's a one shot looking at what if Rusty entered the wild at eight weeks rather than the 6 moons he did in canon.

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The box was stuffy and dark. Rusty stared up at the only small crack of light he could see, wondering if he could find a way to get out. As he reached a paw up to it, something touched his paw, and he quickly retracted it.

Where was his mom? Nutmeg would know what to do. "Mama!" he yowled, but only got a strange cooing noise in response. "Mama!"

The box, and Rusty along with it, was lifted into the air. He struggled to keep his footing as he wobbled to and fro. One of the ends of the box flipped open, revealing daylight. He wasted no time in leaping out and onto the hard ground below. The humans were shouting something he couldn't understand, but he paid them no mind. Dodging their hands, he scrambled away and into the forest beyond.

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Bluestar leapt onto the Sunningrocks in one graceful bound, using the vantage point to peer over the border into RiverClan. No patrols were coming by; the territory was perfectly empty on both sides, actually. This surprised her a bit; it was one of the last warm days of leaf-fall before leaf-bare would hit, and she thought it was a rather nice day to lay out on the Sunningrocks, newly reclaimed just a bit prior.

"Mama!" she heard a soft voice squeal, and she glanced over the rushing river first before turning to look behind her. The voice called again. "Mama!" She caught a glimpse of a small ginger pelt. Her first thought was of Redtail's daughter, but the kit was too small and the pelt too fiery a shade.

She leapt down from the Sunningrocks and into the kit's path. "You're quite far from home, young one." The kit leapt backward, fur bristling along his back. He matched his fiery pelt with an attempt at a ferocious hiss, causing Bluestar to mrrow with amusement. "Where are you from?"

He didn't smell like a Clan kit, the acrid scent of Twolegplace clinging to him like rainwater. Still, she couldn't stand the thought of leaving such a young kit to roam alone, lest he tumble into danger.

"I don't know!" he wailed, giving up on the defensive stance and flopping to the ground.

"Do you not have Twolegs?" she inquired. Perhaps he was a loner's kit.

"Mama always told me that the housefolk were safe 'n were going to feed me 'n keep me safe!" he continued to wail. Bluestar had to keep herself from instinctually running to comfort him. It wouldn't do to be spotted with a kittypet, even one as small as him.

"Where is your mother, exactly?"

"They took me away from her!" The kit crept between her front legs and flopped back down on the ground. Despite herself, she gave his head a conciliatory lick. He was soft and warm in the way only a young kitten could be. "I just want my mama!"

"Poor dear," she tutted. "How long have you been out here?"

"I don't know. I escaped from the housefolk. They chased me, and I kept running until I lost them."

"Impressive for a kittypet, especially one so young as you." Bluestar looked up. It would be dark by the time she could carry him to the Twolegplace without factoring hunting down a home. She didn't know if she even could find the correct house for him, and she didn't want him running back into the woods again.

"You're lucky I found you, young one," she said gravely. "Several of my warriors would have torn you to shreds first and asked questions later."

"I'd have fought them back!" the kit said, puffing his chest out. "Mama always said that I was the strongest of all my siblings!" He looked up at her, inquisitive eyes meeting her own. "Are you my new mama?"

Bluestar was struck with the memory of a kit with the brightest blue eyes, so similar yet different to the green ones looking at her now. "Mosskit- I-" she chased the thought away. "What is your name?"

"Mama always said my housefolk were going to call me Rusty." It was a rather kittypet-like name, but that could be changed; he didn't even appear to be two moons old.

"Rusty. That remains to be seen, but for tonight at least, I can make sure you're warm and fed. No kit deserves to be left cold in the forest alone." Rusty purred with a ferocity that startled her.

"Thank you, new mama!" he said.

"Bluestar," she said. It definitely would not do for her to bring in a kittypet kit that called her "mama". She could only imagine what the rest of the Clan would say.

"Thank you, Bluestar!" he corrected. He pranced just ahead of her, the evening sunset hitting his pelt and making it blaze like fire.

Something about him made her feel strange, as though he was a born member of ThunderClan. It was unheard of to let a kittypet into the camp, but it was strange times for ThunderClan.

She would have to talk to Featherwhisker and Spottedleaf.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey Bestie 🖤 I thought about another question. How would your favorite TIG characters react if you bring home a lost puppy or a kitten without telling them first? I'd love to hear what you think. 🖤I love you

Thank you so much for the question bestie! I love you too 🤗💚

CK Terry Silver:

I think it would have to be a kitten with Terry, I think he's more of a cat person. The image I have in my head, is coming home with a little white kitten in my arms and Terry sees him, he would immediately fall in love. The little blue eyes, the tiny paws, I can just see him asking to hold him. He'd be absolutely tiny in Terry's large hands, but I think Terry would love him, and would be more than happy that you've brought him back. He would even try and think of a suitable name, with Silver on the end of course, seeing as he was going to be a new member of the family 💚

KK3 Terry Silver:

I feel like a dog suits this Terry better, and it would have to be a dog who would suit him. Maybe a Staffordshire bull terrier puppy? I think that's one that he would like, a boy puppy, dark in colour but bright coloured eyes. If you brought a little puppy home and let it run towards Terry excitedly, I bet Terry would be over the moon and instinctively get down to it's level and start playing with him, letting the puppy jump on his lap and play fight too. He would love that you've bought a puppy home, and he would try to think of a good tough name for him, something that shows how strong he's going to grow up to be 💚

Max Parrish:

I can see Max as a puppy person too, maybe a smaller one, like a dachshund or a jack russle. He would go into a childish excitement, probably jumping with joy if you brought a puppy into the house. He wouldn't stop giving it attention, and he would never want to put it down either, it's like he has his own little friend he can have whenever he likes. He would buy only the cutest bed, toys and things for the puppy, I have a feeling he would struggle with a name for it, probably because there are just too many cute names to think of 💚

Terry McCain:

Its obvious Terry is a cat person, and he would absolutely love that you brought a kitten home. He would of course already have one of his own, but if he saw you cuddling another one as you came home, he would love it. Having a friend for the first one would just make the house feel more like a home. He wouldn't be able to stop stroking it and giving it cuddles, I can see him falling alseep on his sofa with both kittens asleep in his lap at the same time 💚

Cash:

Cash is a difficult one, but I honestly think he suits a puppy more than a kitten. I can see a German Shepherd being a good dog for him, I'm not sure he would be excited when you first brought it home, he wouldn't mind that you got a dog, but he wouldn't jump up and down about it. I feel like he would grow to love it, spending time with it a little at a time until they were inseparable. Being a German Shepherd, he would even be tempted to try and take it to work at the police station, before you know it, they would be best buddies 💚

General Taligaro:

I think a cat is better suited for Taligaro, but not just a normal run of the mill domestic cat, I think you and him would adopt maybe a jaguar or a lion cub. He would love having a cub like this, not only because it would be super cute, but it could also be trained to protect you and his men in the army. He would spend time with this cub as much as he could, creating a real bond, until it came of age and was fully grown. I have this image in my head of Taligaro sat in a throne and his wild cat sat by his side like a real baddass! 💚

Jan Valek:

With Valek, it would have to be something that suits his dark world, so I believe maybe a hell hound. It would be one of those demonic dogs from the same realm as dark creatures like vampires, I think maybe a Dobermann. If you found this puppy and brought it to Valek, he would smile, give it a little stroke on its head and see how much you loved the cutness of him. He would agree to have him with you, and as it grew, Valek would help to train it, especially if it could protect you, his human soul mate. He would love the dog and respect it, seeing as the dog would show the same in return 💚

[aldercaps]

There isn't really a point to this post. I just needed to put these words outside of myself, to give it somewhere to go.

going under a readmore because I had a lot to say apparently (this is not a happy post, nor does it have a satisfying ending)

Toby was a defacto birthday gift to my eleven-year-old self, after I had pestered my parents for over a year on getting a kitten. He was the first cat that was truly "mine", in that I was his favourite person and he held the dearest place in my heart. He turned ten years old this year, in March, which was also the year anniversary of when I last saw him.

He's doing well, last I heard, living with one of my mum's friends, who I don't know. My memory of last year is bad enough that I couldn't remember that it had been march when I saw him last, I thought I'd had more time. I didn't get to see him off, mum dropped him off when I was in class. I hadn't lived with him since 2021, when I moved out into my first flat. I wanted to take him with me, but it is almost impossible to find student housing that is pet friendly, and so I said goodbye to him (temporarily) as my mother's new boyfriend moved in. When my mother decided to move with her boyfriend to the other side of the country to an inner city apartment, she told me she wouldn't be taking Toby with her. I scrambled to find someone I knew that would take him in, just for the rest of 2022 until I could take him with me, but I couldn't manage it. I haven't seen him since march last year, wasn't able to come with my mum to say goodbye. It's taken me so many tries to try and write a post like this but I haven't managed to without being overcome with emotion.

When I was in high school mum always insisted that I take Toby with me when I move, since he was so attached to me and I was the one most willing to put up with his antics. He would play ambush with me, hiding in the dark shadows around the house in the evenings, waiting to jump out at me when I least expected it. He remains the only cat I've ever had that enthusiastically enjoyed belly rubs, and would stretch out on his back over my lap for them. We would play a game where, most days an hour before dinner, he would come into my room, and yell at me until I looked at him. Then, he would walk out of the room and wait for me just outside. Then, he would walk with me downstairs (if I paused he would pause, and jump up to headbutt my hand) to the kitchen where the cat kibble was kept, and do a running leap onto his stool to signify that he wanted dinner now, please.

When I was about 12-13 I took to the idea of training him, and after a couple of years of sporadic practise I could pat a chair or surface in the house if he was in the room, and he would do an enthusiastic running leap onto it, and of course received either a treat or bounteous pats as a reward.

He was my heart animal, and I love him so deeply. I try to console myself that he's living the high life as a single cat in a loving household, which he always preferred (enjoying the company of humans much more than other cats), but I think the not knowing is what gets me. The last photo of the four is the most recent photo I have of him, courtesy of my mother, from November last year. My sister told me that after I moved out he would walk into my old room and cry for minutes on end, or look for me throughout the house for weeks afterwards. I visited him as often as I could, once every two weeks or so, but I never felt properly welcome there with my mum's boyfriend there, since we never got on well at all. Later last year my sister said something that i think sums up the situation well: "I can't believe we lost our childhood home and our cats for some guy mum broke up with two months after she moved." Mum still has Cassie, and I can't blame her for making decisions that she thought would add to her happiness, but I don't know if I will ever get over losing Toby like that. He was one of my reasons to keep living through the worst years of my worst mental health, my light in the darkness. He was a constant I didn't know I needed until I lost it. The grief I've felt after losing him is something that has confirmed to me how much I need a companion animal in my life, and the past two years of not living with an animal of any kind has really cemented that for me.

Anyway. if you got this far, give your pets a kiss or a scritch for me, and tell them you love them.