#I’m curling up in your laps as you read this like a kitten btw

[yoichichi]

Goodnight everyone I love you and I’m sharing with you these two pictures where I think pompom and this polar bear look like twins

[the-atlas-sister]

ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ (ᴋɪʟʟᴜᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

(^Inspired by this prompt^)

You were awoken from your glorious sleep by the ringing of your phone.

You groaned, grabbing it and checking the contact, wincing at the brightness. Killua? you thought, seeing your boyfriend's name light up the screen.

"Kill, it's 7 am. Why the hell are you calling me and why are you up?" you grumbled, lying back down.

"I always wake up at seven," Killua said, his voice nasally and rough. "And I'm dying!"

"What are you talking about?" you asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"I love you, remember that when I die," Killua whined.

"Why do you think your dying?" you scoffed.

"My stomach is trying to kill me, I can't breathe! It's like someone stuffed cotton in my nose and up my brain!" Killua explained, before letting out a coughing fit.

"You're not dying, idiot," you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. "It sounds like your just sick."

"I'm a highly trained assassin," Killua stated. "I don't get sick." His sentence was followed by a series of loud sneezes. "I've been poisoned."

"Okay, then who poisoned you?" you asked, playing along with the dramatic teen.

"Maybe that waiter at the restaurant we went to last week," Killua said. "I think he was jealous that I was with someone like you. So, he slipped something in my drink so he could get you."

"Oh, well I'll never love again after you die," you explained. "So. his plan was a failure."

"No, you'll go with Gon, you can't be alone," Killua stated, making you scowl. You'd have to talk to him about that later.

"I thought you couldn't get poisoned," you stated, leaning back on your free hand.

"He must have created a new poison I'm not immune to yet," Killua said.

"I will mourn for you my love," you said dramatically.

"Can you come over?" Killua asked, his voice softening. "I want to spend my last moments with you."

"Fine, give me a few minutes," you chuckled.

***

"Y/n," Killua exclaimed as you walked into his home. You smiled slightly at your boyfriend. He was curled on the couch, surrounded by piles of blankets. His cheeks were flushed due to his cold and his nose was dripping slightly.

"I brought you some things," you said, walking past Killua into the kitchen.

"What things?" Killua asked, trailing behind you like a puppy. He was covered by a single blanket.

"Some soup, medicine, cough drops, stuff like that," you explained, lying your bag on the kitchen counter.

"I told you, I'm not sick," Killua grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder from behind.

"Don't make me call Leorio," you threatened, pulling out a canister of soup. Killua whined, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "Then take your soup and medicine."

You poured a little medicine and turned around, handing it to him.

"I don't want to," Killua said, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"You have to," you insisted.

Killua frowned. "Can I get something if I take the medicine?" he asked.

"Yes, just take it," you said, rolling your eyes.

Killua smiled slightly before grabbing the small cup and drinking it all in one swallow. He cringed at the taste as you grabbed the cup. "What do I get?" he asked.

"Soup," you said, making him frown.

"Cuddles," he objected.

"After soup," you chuckled, kissing Killua's pink nose.

"During soup," he argued.

"Fine," you agreed, making Killua cheer. It was strange seeing him so excited and childish. He was usually chill and calm. You didn't hate it though. "Come on," you said, pouring the still-hot soup into a bowl.

"I'm going to wait on the couch," Killua said, grabbing the bowl and waddling to the couch. You followed him, giggling as he settled onto the couch, pushing some blankets away to make room for you.

You sat next to him, watching as he cuddled himself into your side. "Drink your soup," you told him.

"I know," Killua pouted, starting to drink the soup.

***

"Hey Gon," you said, making Killua look up at you from his place in your lap.

"Tell Gon I'm dying!" Killua said sitting up a bit. "And when I die he has to marry you so you're not alone."

"Sorry Gon," you said shoving a pillow over Killua's face, making him yelp. "I have a clingy and feverish assassin on my lap." Killua threw away the pillow and scowled at you. "I'll call you back when I convince him a cold doesn't mean he's dying."

"No Gon!" Killua yelled before you hung up. "I needed to tell him to take care of you when I die."

"You're not dying!" you exclaimed, ignoring how Killua cuddled into your side. Bipolar asshole, you thought. "And if I did die, you don't get to give me away to your friend."

"I would just want you to be safe if I die," Killua said, looking at you seriously.

"I can take care of myself Kitten," you reassured him.

"You're not as strong as everyone who'd try and hurt you because you're close to me," Killua stated, sitting up. "I just want you safe."

"Fine, if you die, Gon can be my 'protector'," you said, using air quotes around protector.

"Thank you," Killua said, cuddling back into your lap. "It might be sooner than we think."

"IT'S JUST A COLD!"

I take requests btw! <3

I take requests for the following fandoms:

Demon Slayer

Haikyuu

Hunter x Hunter

My Hero Academia

Studio Ghibi films

IT (the films and book)

Percy Jackson

DC

Marvel

Umbrella Academy

Harry Potter

Star Wars

Most Actors (not a fandom, I know)

Rise of the Guardians

Disney (some people like reading Disney character x reader things)

I do fluff, smut, lime and angst.

[laddieseddiemunster]

Would you be open to writing a poly! Lost boys smut fic where the reader had a rough day so they just go down on the reader for hours to make her feel good? I love you’re writing btw!❤️

Yes, I would be open to :)

Thank you very much! Hope you enjoy!

Rough Day (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

warning(s): lots of nsfw, minors don’t read.

You’ve had days like these before, but this one was a train wreck. Everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong. For starters, you overslept and was almost late for work. Rushing in the early morning isn’t a good start to anyone’s day. The second you got to work you had a headache from rushing, and your co-worker had taken a sick day, which only meant more work for you. Customers were rude like always, and there were huge lines at all the fast food places, which meant you literally had to inhale your lunch when you got it. You felt so stressed, and the only thing you could look forward to was seeing the boys after your shift.

The second your shift was over, you got in your car and drove to the cave. There was still daylight out, so the boys were still asleep. You didn’t feel like waiting for them to come to your house. Seeing them as soon as possible was the only thing that could brighten your dark and stressful day. If anyone could cheer you up it’d be them.

When you arrived at the cave, the boys were still asleep. So, you went over to the couch and collapsed almost immediately. You wrapped yourself up in one of Paul’s jackets he let you keep borrow. They’d definitely be awake once the sun had gone down, and they were the only ones you’d be happy to wake up to.

You hadn’t been sleeping for very long when you felt someone launch themselves on you making you wake up. You groaned at first, but then you started to giggle when you felt the person start to plant kisses all over your face.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Paul said before planting one more kiss on your lips.

Marko shoved Paul out of the way to give you a kiss on the jaw. “You couldn’t wait for us to wake up, huh, baby?” He said and gave you a long kiss on your lips.

“I had a rough day at work,” you groaned while running your fingers in Marko’s hair as he placed more kisses along your jaw.

Dwayne bent down to place a kiss on your temple. “What happened, sweetheart?”

“Everything,” you mumbled while stretching your arms out. David had been sitting in his wheelchair letting the boys shower you with attention, but now it’s his turn. He called you over to him and let you sit on his lap.

“How bad was it?” He asked referring to your day at work.

“Horrible,” you said nuzzling up in his chest.

David grabbed your chin making your eyes dart to his. “The day’s not over yet, kitten.” He attached his lips onto yours while gripping onto your hip with one hand. His other hand was on your jaw. He pulled away slowly and gently lifted you off of his lap. Without saying a word, he walked away from you and into the bedroom in the cave that you occasionally used. You had a feeling what was coming, and you weren’t about to refuse. So, you followed David into the bedroom.

David sat on the bed and grabbed your wrist to pull you down on the bed. He then, grabbed your hips and got on top of you with his knees resting on the bed.

“Bad day, huh?” David asked with his face directly above yours. You nodded. David smirked before attaching his lips onto yours. His tongue snuck in between yours lips, and the two of you started to battle for dominance. David’s hand snuck down to your shirt and he started to unbutton it starting from bottom to top. Once all the buttons were unbuttoned, David’s hands pushed sleeves behind your shoulders and slowly pulled them down your arms, leaving you in a bra.

David pulled away from your lips with a smirk on his face. His hands reached behind your back to unclip your bra. He pulled the straps down your arms to reveal your breasts to the world. He tossed the bra to hell knows where, and he kissed so roughly that it took your breath away. With both of his hands massaging your breasts, he nibbled on your bottom lip before lowering down to your bottoms. He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down so quickly it was a miracle that they didn’t rip. Your panties were the only thing left on your body, and David looked at them like they were a meal. Instead of using his hands to remove them, David decided to take in the moment. He lowered his head towards your body, and let the tip of his nose slide down your chest to take in your scent. Once his reached down to your panties, he grabbed the top of them with his teeth, and started to drag them down. He lifted your thighs up so they’d come off faster. He let them go when they were down to your ankles, and he let you kick them off yourself.

Now that you were completely undressed, David didn’t want to waste any time. He knew that the other boys were outside the room probably getting pretty impatient, but he’d be damned if he let them interrupt. David grabbed your thighs and rested them on his shoulders. He pulled your hips up towards him, and he gave you a quick smirk before moving his head downwards. Before you knew it, you felt David’s tongue start to tease your wet clit. You felt your back arch at the feeling with a moan escaping your lips. David let his tongue do the work by pumping it in and out of you. His hands gripped your hips as he kept pulled you up towards him.

Both of you knew that your orgasm was on its way, so David stopped giving you oral and unzipped his pants. He entered you quite quick, but pulled back so it was only the tip of his cock that was in you.

“David, please,” you whimpered. Your orgasm was almost there, and his teasing didn’t help.

“What is it, kitten,” David asked knowing exactly what you wanted.

“Fuck me, David! Please! I’m gonna come!” You begged him. David chuckled, but that was enough for him. He grabbed the sides of your hips and pulled you down to push the rest of himself inside of you. David moaned softly feeling the tightness of your pussy against his cock. But, this time, it wasn’t about him, it was about him giving you a pleasant experience on this horrible day of yours.

David started to pick up the pace. He let his hips smack against yours as he felt his orgasm coming. Your moans started to increase, until you let out a scream as you came all over David’s cock. His orgasm came quickly after. Right when he knew he was about to come, he pulled his dick out of you, and he came all over your chest. He massaged your breasts that were now covered in his come, and he gave you some long passionate kisses before putting his pants back on.

“The day has only started, kitten,” David said before leaving the room. He walked back to the where the boys were waiting impatiently. The boys looked at him, and then back at each other. David sat on his wheelchair and pulled a cigarette out of his jacket, and he started to smoke it as if nothing had happened.

Marko and Paul started to argue on who was going to go next. “I’m going next!” “No! I’m going next!” they yelled as they started to rumble. Dwayne knew that he wasn’t going to be able to go next. He rolled his eyes as he watched Marko push Paul into the broken fountain. Since Paul was now distracted, Marko took his chance and ran into the bedroom with Paul yelling some curses behind him.

Marko launched himself onto the bed and admired your nude body. He pushed some of your hair away from your face before massaging your jaw with his thumb. “Did you miss me, baby?” he asked with a smirk.

Instead of letting you respond, Marko slammed his lips onto yours letting his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. Since you were already undressed, Marko gripped onto one of your breasts, and poked at your nipple. Marko wants you to have an orgasm before he fucks you, so he makes sure his foreplay is magnificent.

Marko slowly stopped making out with you until he was giving you some small pecks on your lips. He removed his jacket, and started to kiss down your body until he reached your breasts. Once he reached one of your breasts he gave you a mischievous grin before starting to suck on your exposed nipple. He’d suck and lick it almost like a baby with it’s moms tit. After sucking on your breast, Marko moved up a little bit to give you one big purple hickey right above your nipple. He gave one of your tits a hickey, so he can’t leave the other one empty handed.

While sucking on your other tit, you were caught by surprise when you felt two fingers start to enter your clit. You gasped and moaned as you felt the two fingers curl up inside of you. Marko attached his lips onto yours, so he could swallow all of your moans. Two fingers turned into three, and three turned into four, and your moans only got louder against Marko’s lips. He started to pump his fingers in and out of you to make your moans so loud that not even his lips could hide them. Every time he pumped them back in he’d curl them and then pull them back out. Marko knew you were close, so he took advantage of it. He pumped his fingers in and out so quickly that your orgasm was there before you knew it. You screamed out Marko’s name as you came all over his fingers. He smiled and licked off all of your come off of his fingers, then he started to remove his pants.

Once Marko’s pants and boxers were off, he was spreading your legs and entering your pussy. You let out a yelp as you felt Marko’s hip slap against yours. He held both of your thighs spread completely on the bed as he drove his dick deep into you. Marko started to go slower and slower, and he threw his head back to let out a groan of satisfaction. He grabbed onto one of your thighs, and went in deeper which made you arch your back. You started to feel another orgasm coming. Marko knew that, but he wanted you to beg him.

“Marko, I’m close,” you said along with a moan.

“I love it when you same my name,” Marko grinned as he started to pick up the pace just a little bit.

“Please, Marko, harder!” You screamed out the last word as you started to feel Marko really pick up the pace. His hips smacked against yours hard enough to leave bruises. He bent his body down so he was directly above you. As he kept the pace quick, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. Both of you were close, close as close could be. Marko’s orgasm came first. He let a loud moan as he came inside of your pussy. You came pretty much right after he did. You came all over Marko’s dick, and he slowed down once you were finished. Once he pulled himself out of your pussy that was dripping with your come and his, Marko gave you a kiss on the neck before putting his pants back on and then leaving the room.

Once Paul saw Marko leave the room, he was up and running. He doesn’t have a patient bone in his body, and if he had to wait one more minute he probably would’ve came into the room himself and told Marko to hurry up.

Paul practically flew onto the bed startling the crap outta you. Paul was already horny as hell when he saw your completely nude body laying right in front of him. He could smell your excitement in the air (it could’ve been the past come he was smelling but that’s besides the point). Paul’s hands gripped the edge of your breasts and he grinned. “How’s your day now, sugar?” he asked already knowing the answer.

You rolled your eyes and pulled him into a kiss, but he pulled away and grabbed both of you wrists and brought them above your head. “Whoa, pushy, aren’t you?” Paul smirked and snuck his lips next to your ear. “You’re hungry for my cock aren’t you?” he whispered into your ear making you shiver. “Yeah, I bet you are, you little slut. You’re just dying for me to fuck your brains out, aren’t you?” you whimpered as he nibbled on your ear.

Paul gave you a couple kisses behind your ear before saying, “I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting, huh, baby?” Paul decided to be a little dick. If you wanted him to fuck you, you were gonna have to beg him.

With both of your arms pinned above your head, Paul start to suck on your neck. He placed red and purple hickeys all over your neck. There was so many that you looked like you had just gotten beaten up. But, Paul knew you wanted more, and he wasn’t about to give it to you just yet.

He took both of your wrists in one hand, and his other hand found its way to your breasts. Paul poked and pulled at your nipple before massaging it in his hand. You were aroused for sure, but Paul had an idea that would make you break. Suddenly, you felt two fingers poking at your clit, but they didn’t enter it. Paul dragged his fingers over your clit making you whimper.

“Stop teasing me, Paul,” you squeaked out as you felt his fingers almost enter you, but instead they kept dragging over your clit.

“Tell me what you want, sugar,” Paul said though he obviously knew damn well what you wanted him to do.

“Paul, fuck me!” you begged him. That was enough for Paul to hear. He took his pants off and in a matter of seconds, he went from having his clothes on to his dick entering your pussy. You let your head rock back as Paul was rocking his hips into you. You moaned loud enough to startle Marko’s pigeons, but neither of you cared. As far as Paul was concerned, he didn’t give a damn if the whole world heard the two of you fucking.

Paul let go of your wrists so he could grab onto both of your thighs. He pulled them up towards him, so he could rock in deeper inside of you. The deeper he got, the louder you moaned, and the closer you felt. Paul started to pick up the pace, and it really started to pick up. His hips slapped against yours, and he didn’t slow down. Your moans were now louder than ever, and your orgasms couldn’t come soon enough. Paul threw his head back as he felt himself getting close along with you.

Your orgasm came before his did. You screamed out Paul’s name with tears running down your face as you came all over his cock. Just hearing his name made Paul’s orgasm arrive, and he came inside of your pussy. Paul pulled himself out with the two of you out of breath from moaning so loud. You swore you were lucky to have a voice the next day. Paul pouted knowing that he couldn’t do a round two yet. After he put his clothes back on he came over to you and gave you a couple long kisses on your lips before leaving you. “Until next time,” he said and left the room.

Once Dwayne saw Paul walk out of the room you were in, he knew that it was finally his turn. He had waited patiently for this, and he wasn’t about to mess it up.

When he entered the room and saw your nude body before him, he remembered how lucky he was to have such a goddess. He also noticed the amount of hickeys Paul left on you. Jesus, looks like Paul couldn’t control himself. Again.

Dwayne walked over to the bed and gave you a quick kiss on your lips. Then he started to undress himself. He thought that if you were nude then he should be too. Once he was completely undressed, he carefully got on top of you and admired his girl that he was lucky to have. “Finally,” he grumbled under his breath before giving you some long passionate kisses.

“Is your day better now?” Dwayne asked with a slight smirk on his face. You pushed his shoulder playfully before pulling him into a kiss like you did with Paul. But, Dwayne didn’t pull away like Paul did. In fact, he kept the kiss going. Dwayne loved the feeling of your lips against his. It was definitely worth the wait.

Dwayne’s hands snuck down to your legs and he pulled them up so you could wrap them around his waist. Your kiss with him was put on pause when you felt Dwayne’s cock enter your pussy. You gasped against his lips, but your gasp slowly turned into a moan. Dwayne was so good at fucking you nice and slow to the point where you’d be in tears. Dwayne pumped his cock inside of you so slowly that it made you want to beg him to go faster. Dwayne must have read your mind, because he slowly started to pick up the pace. His lips never left yours, and he could practically feels your moans against his lips.

You parted your lips from his for a moment to say, “Dwayne, faster please,” you managed to whisper out the words without stuttering. Dwayne obeyed, and the pace started to go faster and faster by the second. He grabbed both of your hands with both of his and pulled them above your head. Not because he was trying to pin you to the bed, but because Dwayne always likes to hold your hands during sex. As Dwayne started to feel his dick drive deeper inside of you, he couldn’t help but moan along with you. You two ended up parting lips because it was kind of hard to kiss someone while moaning.

Dwayne looked directly into your eyes as you both felt yourselves getting closer and closer. He slowed down the pace ever so slightly trying to enjoy the moment for as long as he could. He started to feel more close than he could ever feel and he let go of your hands to grip onto your hips. Dwayne started to drive his dick deeper inside of you making you moan like crazy. You grabbed onto his shoulders and let your nails scratch down his back whenever he’d start pumping faster. You scratched him hard enough to leave marks, and that only make him pick up the pace even more. Dwayne let his nails dig into your hips as he felt his orgasm arriving. Your orgasm came before his did. You let out a scream while digging your nails down his back as you came all over his cock. Dwayne’s orgasm came directly after you, and he moaned loud enough to wake up the dead.

When you were both finished, Dwayne cupped your jaw and gave you some long kisses while murmuring that you were beautiful. Dwayne was a little sad that he had to wait a bit for a round two, but he’d wait an eternity if it meant he could be with you. Once Dwayne was all dressed he gave you a quick kiss on your nose before leaving the room.

You day was definitely a lot better now, but it wasn’t over yet. Right after Dwayne left the room, David had walked in for a round two. The other boys followed. You couldn’t even remember why your morning had been so terrible. All you could remember was that your boys made you feel a lot better. Let’s just say, none of you went to the boardwalk that day.

[hnderyx]

Hihi! Can I ask for a reaction of them wanting your attention and cuddles but you’re too concentrated doing something else?

Btw your reactions are so cuuuute!!

WayV's reaction to you being too concentrated on something else and they want your attention~

Heh, thank you for your ask!

And thank you for the compliment! Those type of comments always get me all giddy 💕

Kun:

I feel like when this guy wants attention, it's a bit more subtle

So when you're sitting at your desk writing an essay

He picks up on your stressed out vibes

He thinks that maybe if he takes your attention off of your essay for a little bit, you'll be able to come back and have an easier time finishing it

Clear your head a little bit

He also feels kind of neglected and wants some attention

But he'd never admit to that

Because he's 'so mature'

So he comes up behind you and gives you a back hug type thing as he rests his chin upon your head

"y/n, don't you think you should take a break for a little? You've been working on this for the last six hours.. straight"

"No, Kun. I need to get this done. It's due by next week and I'd rather not have to worry about it"

Next week?

Bro, what?

You've got like.. what, 100 hours plus to finish it?

And you're all bent out of shape right now?

"You could take a little break and maybe go for a walk with me or something.. your little mind has been full of essay thoughts for too long"

"No"

Alright, plan B

He goes and grabs your jacket and shoes

He drops the shoes by your chair and holds your jacket out for you to take

"We're going on a walk, y/n. You need a break. No saying no"

You're a bit annoyed at this, but you comply

He’s succeeded at getting your attention without exposing the fact that he is indeed an attention leech

Ten:

I feel like we all know what Ten’s like when it comes to wanting attention

“Baby Yangyang come here” *aggressive bed patting*

So when he sees you sitting in your library, reading some new fantastic book you’ve purchased

His heart immediately turns into goo

You sitting there, looking so focused

Your little expression

It makes him just want to cuddle you to the nth degree

So he does just that

Or, tries to

Sitting on the couch next to you, he wraps his arms around your torso and rests his head on your shoulder

You’re pretty much alright with this until he starts to try and distract you by blowing into the nape of your neck

To get your attention, of course

“Ten, stop. The story’s starting to get to the climax. Don’t distract me, it’s interesting”

“I could get you to your climax too, y/n. It’d be far more interesting”

You slap him away with a glare

“You’re fucking greasy. I just want to read”

You direct your attention back to the novel

He sits there with a slight pout before moving to rest his head on your lap

“Don’t you think your idol boyfriend is more interesting than a stupid book, y/n?”

“Look, you can lay there all you want, just don’t talk to me. I’m trying to focus”

He snakes his arms around your waist and pulls his face into your stomach

You drop one of your hands that was supporting the book to play with a couple strands of his hair

After about 20 minutes you start to hear soft snores from your boyfriend

At least he got his cuddles, and you got to focus on your new novel

Winwin:

I think the majority of us know that this lad isn’t too thrilled about skinship

So when he’s wanting it

You better swan dive right into that shit, y/n

If you’re not, I’ll come to have a serious conversation with you. I’m not too great at language skills and I have a terrible stutter but I’ll come for you istg

When he sees you in the kitchen

Making some cute cookies in the shape of flowers

Guy just wants to snuggle

Looking at you with flour all over your face, maybe a little in your hair

In your cute little apron

It makes him so soft

So he comes behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, toying with the little bow you’ve tied on the front of your apron

“Whatcha doing, y/n?” 

“Makin’ cookies” you mumble, pressing the cookie cutter into the dough

“You wanna come cuddle? I’ll clean you up and get all that flour off your face”

“I can’t right now, maybe after I put the cookies in the oven. I wanna have some of these as soon as possible. It’s a new recipe, Sicheng”

You start laying the cookies out on the pan, the parchment paper crinkling every once in a while from the weight of the dough

He observes every movement your hands make

Patiently waiting for you to finish the task at hand

“So when are you gonna.. you know.. put them in the oven?”

You look over at him as you’re delicately brushing egg whites over the cookies

He’s real desperate for cuddles and here you are, making cookies

y/n, what’s wrong with you? Give the guy some loving

“After the oven beeps. It has to be 175 degrees for these to bake properly. Be patient”

A few moments later, the oven beeps and you FINALLY put the cookies in

Poor guy is nearly jumping from excitement when you finally remove your apron and move to give him a hug

It was now time for Sicheng and he honestly couldn’t wait to receive your attention instead of watching you fuck around with dough and ignore him

Lucas:

Lucas probably could get your attention and cuddles whenever he wants

So when he sees you dusting the house

In your cute little Saturday morning outfit

Shorts that are WAY too short to be allowed in public, and an old tee you’ve had for centuries

He can’t help but want to cuddle his little cutie

But he knows you can be a little bit feisty when you set your mind to something and he tries to distract you from it

Does he care if you get a little upset if he takes your attention for like.. an hour? 

No bro, he doesn’t

When it’s Xuxi time, it’s Xuxi time

Besides, when you’re angry, you’re basically just like a little angry hamster

He walks up behind you and suddenly lifts you 

And at this point you’re like “wtf is happening?”

Until you realize that the gentle giant (if you’re taller than him, then he’s the midget) of the house is carrying you towards the couch

“Yukhei, I was dusting. Put me down. I need to finish this before I can relax”

“You can finish it later,” he plops down on the couch with you on his lap “right now, you can relax with me”

You basically claw to get out of his grasp to finish your task

But his iron strong grip is keeping you sat upon his lap

Eventually you give up

What’s the use of fighting it

He could probably bench press 40 of you

So 1 of you wanting to get back to dusting is probably like holding a squirming kitten in your arms

You toss the dusting rag in your hands onto the coffee table

And then snuggle into his hold

Yukhei has won

But then again, how could he not?

Xiaojun:

You decided recently to take up a new hobby

And that hobby was dancing

So you decided to try and cover one of your boyfriend’s songs

And wow, to DJ

Coming home from practice and laying his eyes on you attempting to dance to Turn Back Time was the cutest shit-

There you were, in your pyjamas

In the middle of the living room with everything pushed out of your way

Trying your best to follow along with his movements on your laptop screen

“y/n, you do realize you could’ve just asked me to teach you?”

You pause and turn to face him

You didn’t hear him come through the door and now 1.) you were deeply embarrassed and 2.) you ruined your surprise for him

“I wanted to surprise you with it, Dejun..” 

God, when I tell you this guy’s heart grew like the Grinch’s after all the Whos showed him the warmth of Christmas (idk if that’s even right I haven’t seen the movie in years-)

He rushed over to you and pulled you into a tight hug

“Let’s go rest. I’m tired after practice and I’d just love some hugs from you”

“DJ, I really want to learn this for you.. You can go rest and I’ll come join you later”

“I can teach you later. Having me teach you would be significantly better than trying to learn from a dance practice video..”

But his attempts to convince you to come cuddle you were futile, as you ‘just wanted to do it by yourself’

Eventually he just resorted to picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder to carry you to your shared bedroom

You tried to protest, but your protests were just as futile as his cuddle requests

He did take the responsibility to teach you the choreography after your little afternoon nap, even if you tried to refuse

Hendery:

Your anniversary was coming up and you thought you’d do some arts and crafts to make a handmade card for Kunhang

You were successful in your endeavour until he found his way into your craft room

Kind of like a sneaky snake

You didn’t realize he was there until he whispered a “whatcha doing?” into your ear

This basically caused you to jump the height of the empire state building

You tried your best to hide the card you were working on, hoping that he didn’t see too much of it

“I was making something for you- for our anniversary”

A grin found itself onto his face

“That’s so cute, y/n” he pulls you into a suffocating but loving hug, “but how about for right now, you come cuddle?”

“I’m busy..” your voice was muffled by his hoodie “I don’t want the decorations to dry wrong, Mr. Wong” (yes y/n, bust out those rhymes)

“Oh come on, I’ll love it no matter what the decorations look like”

The next few minutes were just filled of Hendery’s attempts to get you to be the big spoon because he ‘wanted to know what it felt like’

You finally gave in

Because not gonna lie, cuddles with Hendery are SSS tier

Not before trying to hide the card under a stack of books

You didn’t want him to lay his eyes on it again until your anniversary

Yangyang:

I feel like

With you, Yang² would be clingy 24/7

He just hits me as a lad that would love to show his love for you in any way possible

And because of this, there’s a lot of begging for cuddles

When he comes home to see you curled up in bed with a cold facecloth draped over your forehead

He’s immediately worried

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

You explain to him that you think you might have a little flu, but that’s all

And that maybe you being in a close proximity with him wouldn’t be great for him 

Still, he attempts to climb in bed with you to hold you close

“Yangyang, I don’t want you to get sick. I don’t want to take care of you when you’re bowing to the porcelain gods”

“Oh come on, y/n. I need cuddles because it hurts me to see you like this... and you should cuddle me because cuddles are the best cure-”

You roll your eyes and sit up from the bed slowly before making your way to the living room, to at least prevent the guy from catching whatever you had

And as you’re heading down the hallway you get the “y/n, y/n, wait”

He grabs your hand and pulls you back towards the bedroom

You’re too weak to protest against this 

You used up your energy and brainpower by trying to force Yangyang to leave you alone

It didn’t work, of course

So you gave in

Maybe you did need cuddles from him

You two spent the rest of the day spooning in bed and snoozing

Taking a break when you needed to bow down to the toilet, of course

He was right though, the cuddles did make you feel a bit better

[crooked-sleep]

Day 12 - Beginning of the End [Pt. 2]

hello!! last gift today (anonymously, at least) — man i can’t believe it’s over! i have had so much fun this year and it’s honestly been so great, and i really hope we can become friends after this!!!

warnings: nsfw; top!dean and bottom!sam; more fluff than you know what to do with. apologies if there are any formatting errors, btw, i wrote this one in my notes app because my wifi is total shit today and i’m leeching off my dad’s hotspot.

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Dean is putting the finishing touches on the chicken he’s just taken out of the oven when he hears the characteristic rumble of the Impala’s engine. Good, Sam’s home. and hopefully he remembered the pie and the beer. The rest of the grocery Dean can go without — who needs that much milk anyway? — but pie and beer are absolutely crucial.

He hears the bunker door clang shut, and a moment later Sam calls out, “Dean?”

“In here!” Dean yells back, sprinkling the last of the garnish on the chicken.

Two seconds later Sam appears in the entrance to the kitchen, hair messy and cheeks pink from the wind outside. He’s got two brown bags balanced in one arm and a plastic-covered platter of pie in the other, and Dean immediately makes grabby hands at it. “Gimme!”

Sam hands it to him, rolling his eyes, and Dean sets it down on the counter before taking the rest of the bags from Sam. Sam clears his throat expectantly, tilting his head, and it takes Dean a second to remember what he’s supposed to do. “Right, yeah,” he mumbles, and then kisses Sam’s cheek.

Sam beams, satisfied, and then says, “Chicken looks great.”

“It better, the seasoning was a pain in the ass,” Dean says as he puts the grocery away. “How about you go get rid of your coat and then we can start, huh?”

“Um,” says Sam, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I’m good, man, I’m starving. Let’s start now.”

Dean frowns. “You sure, man?”

Sam nods so quickly his hair flies. “Yeah, yeah I’m sure,” he rambles. “Chicken looks amazing, man, why wait? Let’s have it right now.”

Dean narrows his eyes at his brother. “Yeah?” he says. “I don’t know, man, I’m smellin’ a rat. What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Sam says at once.

“I don’t believe you,” Dean tells him squarely.

And then Sam’s coat meows.

There is silence for a few moments, during which Sam’s face goes from “I am innocent please believe me” to “Oh no I see you getting suspicious” and finally settles on “okay okay fine I might be a little guilty.” Dean narrows his eyes further and crosses his arms, waiting Sam out. Sam bites his lip, eyes impossibly wide and soft, and Dean feels himself beginning to go weak at the knees.

Don’t, he tells himself. He wants you to give in. Resist, dammit!

But fuck, not even the most monstrous creature on the planet could resist Sam when he looks this fucking sweet and innocent, and Dean is only human.

He’s just about to give in when Sam’s coat meows again, and that, for some reason, makes Sam cave first. “Okay, okay, fine!” he says, and pulls out an honest-to-God kitten from his coat pocket. It’s so impossibly tiny that Sam’s hands cover it completely, almost as if he’s afraid Dean’s gaze will vaporize it.

“Sam?” Dean says, deadpan. “Were you seriously trying to smuggle a whole-ass kitten past me?”

“I couldn’t not rescue him, okay, he’s so small!” Sam says defensively, cradling the kitten to his chest. “It’s so cold outside and he was all alone and I didn’t see his mom anywhere and I felt bad, okay!”

“Sammy,” sighs Dean. “You brought home three dogs last month. The month before that it was a fucking rooster. And now a cat? You wanna make our home a zoo? Is that what this is?”

“He’s so tiny, Dean,” Sam says earnestly. “He won’t survive on his own. I couldn’t just leave him.”

The puppy eyes have been upped to 11. Dean hadn’t even thought that possible. The last time Sam had looked like this he’d been literally five and begging for ice cream. Dean’s knees are weak again, dammit, even though he’d told himself a rooster and a puppy ago that he was going to be stronger the next time.

“Please?” Sam says, and has the audacity to stick his bottom lip out a little. “I promise he won’t bother you, Dean. You won’t even know he’s there.”

“That’s what you said when you got Alan,” Dean reminds him, referring to the rooster. “Now he wakes me up every morning by screaming. It’s also what you said when you got Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I didn’t say a thing when you gave them all geek names, and now there ain’t a single slipper unchewed in this house.”

“Well, Bruce won’t scream or chew your slippers, I swear!” Sam says.

“Bruce?” Ahh, fuck it, Dean is disgustingly weak. “You named him after Batman?”

Sam nods. “Yeah. Wanna see?” He holds his hands out, letting Dean look.

The last of Dean’s resolve crumbles at the sight of the kitten, so damn small and — fuck it, adorable. He is so dark that he looks like a little piece of the void, resting in Sam’s hands, tiny body rising and falling with each breath. His eyes are bright green, and despite himself, Dean finds himself falling in love.

“Can we keep him?” Sam asks softly.

Bruce looks up and lets out the tiniest of yawns before stretching and settling again in the palm of Sam’s hand. Dean notices the look on Sam’s face as he watches the kitten, and sighs inwardly. No way he can refuse something that makes Sam look like that, so genuinely carefree and happy.

“Yeah,” he says in the end. “We can keep him. But no more strays,” he adds.

“Promise,” Sam says at once, and then beams at Dean. “Thank you, thank you so much!” Covering Bruce with his other hand, he leans in and puts a messy kiss on the corner of Dean’s mouth.

“Yeah, yeah,” says Dean, already knowing that this isn’t the last stray, not by a long shot. Damn Sammy and his soft spot for all lost and helpless things. “That cat better behave, or it’s your ass on the line. Come on now, let’s eat before it’s cold.”

—

Dean’s lying in bed reading when Sam enters. Without looking up he asks, “Everything all right?”

“Yeah,” Sam answers softly. “Alan and the dogs love Bruce.”

“Good,” says Dean distractedly, still mostly focused on the article he’s reading about Chevelles. “You gonna come to bed now?”

Instead of responding, Sam plucks the iPad out of Dean’s hands, locks it, and puts it aside. That succeeds in getting Dean’s attention. He looks up, and immediately his mouth goes dry.

Sam is naked, hair damp and curling around his face, and he’s got that soft, needy sort of look in his eyes that Dean can never resist. Without waiting for Dean to respond, he climbs up on Dean’s lap, straddling his thighs, and hooks his fingers in the waistband of Dean’s pajama pants.

“Can I?” he asks, before going any further.

Dean swallows, and nods.

Sam smiles down at him, and pulls down his pajama pants. Dean raises his hips a little to help Sam. His cock is already half-hard, his body responding to Sam’s weight on him.

Sam leans in and kisses Dean, hands already working on stroking Dean to full hardness. “Thank you,” he whispers between kisses. “You never say no to me. For anything.”

“Can’t,” Dean confesses, placing his hands on Sam’s waist and stroking his thumbs up and down Sam’s hipbones. “Never could say no to you, baby.”

Sam smiles, small and intimate, and kisses the bridge of Dean’s nose. “I appreciate it, you know,” he tells Dean. “I always do.”

“I know,” Dean tells him with a crooked grin. “That’s why I’m getting laid right now.”

Sam laughs at that. “No, that’s not why,” he tells Dean, and then puts his hands on the headboard, bracing himself as he raises his hips off Dean’s lap.

“Wait, don’t you need prep?” Dean asks, hands still on Sam’s waist as he positions himself.

Sam shakes his head. “Did it already,” he tells Dean, and then sinks down, taking all of Dean in one go. Dean moans at that, head falling back against the headboard. “Wanted to be ready for you,” Sam says, and wriggles a little.

“Too damn good to me, you know that?” Dean groans, tilting his head forward to kiss Sam’s collarbone. “Always know what I want, what I need. I never haveta say a damn word.”

Sam rolls his hips, earning a bitten-off groan from Dean. He’s tight, always is, just the way they both like it, and no matter how many times they do this, to Dean it never stops feeling like he’s coming home. He trails his hands upwards from Sam’s waist, caressing his sides, and brushes two fingers lightly over one nipple. Sam sighs at that, his entire body flushing. All these years and it never ceases to amaze Dean how sensitive Sam still is to his touch.

“Dean,” Sam says, sounding a little breathless. He hasn’t stopped moving since he sat down on Dean’s cock — rolling his hips, bouncing a little, arms bracketed on either side of Dean’s head. His cock rubs against Dean’s shirt, leaving a damp trail of precome that Dean just can’t bring himself to care about.

“Yeah, Sammy,” he says, grabbing Sam’s waist again and holding it so he can thrust up and meet Sam halfway. “Yeah, baby.”

Sam presses his lips together as he bows his head, hair falling into his face. He bites out a moan when Dean thrusts up into him again, and that’s how Dean knows he’s hit Sam’s sweet spot.

“Again?” he asks.

Sam nods. “Please,” he says, so close to begging already. “Please, Dean.”

Dean kisses him, long and slow and absolutely filthy, pressing his tongue into Sam’s mouth and taking control. Sam lets him, his hands falling to Dean’s shoulders, and Dean lightly flicks one of Sam’s nipples, grinning when Sam moans into the kiss.

He could gladly do this all night, he thinks dazedly. Just sit here and tease Sam, coax these lovely reactions and those gorgeous moans from him, inch him to the edge until he’s sobbing Dean’s name and begging to come. They’ve done it before, on lazy days and lazier nights, no hurry and no rush, no obligation to the world outside or even any awareness of it. These moments always make Dean feel like the two of them are the only people in the world, and no one else matters.

No one else could ever matter, he thinks, compared to Sam, his beautiful, sweet Sammy. For the rest of their lives, for all the rest of eternity.

He steadies Sam with a hand on his hip and then thrusts up hard into him, taking control of their movement. Sam lets him, giving himself over completely, and Dean tangles his free hand into Sam’s hair, pulling a little as he fucks into Sam. His little brother loves it, head thrown back as he moans, loud and uninhibited, and the sound goes straight to Dean’s cock.

“God, Sammy,” he breathes out. “So beautiful like this, you know that? So damn pretty.”

Sam doesn’t look capable of replying with words. His hands tighten in the fabric of Dean’s shirt at his shoulders, and his legs are shaking, thighs quivering around Dean’s waist, and Dean knows he’s close.

“It’s okay, darlin’,” he tells Sam, kissing the side of his neck. “Come.”

“I’ll ruin your shirt,” Sam gasps out. His eyes are closed and he seems lost in pleasure, cheeks flushed and nipples hard, lips bright red and parted.

“Mm, don’t care,” Dean tells him, fucking him hard and fast and taking care to hit the spot that he knows will make Sam come apart. “Come, Sam.”

And Sam does, spurting hot and sticky in the space between them, making a mess of Dean’s shirt as he predicted. His whole body seems to contract, tightening further around Dean, and that’s more than enough for him — one thrust, two, then three and he comes too. Sam whimpers at the sensation of Dean’s come inside him, Dean’s hand still in his hair, and then goes boneless, collapsing on top of Dean.

“Hey,” Dean chuckles, wrapping his arms around Sam and kissing the side of his head. “Get up, Sasquatch, you’re heavy.”

Sam mumbles something inaudible but he rises, sliding off Dean’s softening cock and off to the side. Dean takes his shirt off, using it to clean up Sam’s belly, thighs and ass, and then throws it to the ground. “C’mere,” he tells Sam as he slides down the bed so he’s lying down, and wraps an arm around Sam from behind, pulling him into his chest.

Sam lets himself be wrapped in Dean’s embrace, his fingers tangling with Dean’s on his belly. His body is loose, relaxed, his head heavy, and Dean knows he’s half-asleep already. That’s one thing that has never changed in all these years — there’s no better sleep aid for Sam than some good old-fashioned fucking.

There’s one thing Dean wants to know, though. “Hey,” he says.

“Mm?”

“You said this wasn’t just to say thanks,” Dean reminds him. “What was it for?”

“‘S our anniversary,” Sam tells him sleepily.

Dean frowns. “No, that’s not today.”

“No, not us,” Sam clarifies, wriggling backwards until there’s no space between his back and Dean’s chest. “Retirement. Been a year.”

“Oh.” Dean blinks. He had no idea it’d been that long already. “Man, time really flies, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” Sam hums in agreement. “Let’s hope we get many more.”

“Yeah,” says Dean, and tightens his hold on Sam. He doesn’t say it out loud, but even if Billie were to come for them tomorrow — or, hell, right this instant — he’d die a happy man. He’s lived his life, he’s done his part, and now he’s got nothing to do but live. And maybe this isn’t the conventional apple pie life he wanted, but it’s real, and he gets to spend it with the love of his life, his damn soulmate — and that’s better than anything he could ever have asked for.

—

And he doesn’t reconsider it even when Sam brings home a fucking parakeet two months later, though he’s sorely tempted to. Still, he figures, watching in resignation as Sam tries to train Joshua the parakeet to say “Cristo” — it’s still perfect. His life, despite the alarming amount of animals in it now, is perfect.

And then Sam catches him looking, and smiles, wide and so beautiful and bright and radiant, and Dean thinks, fuck it. There’s not a damn thing he would change about any of it. There’s not a damn thing that needs changing.

They’ve got all the time in the world.

—

so there it is!! i’m not gonna say the end, because i really do not want it to be. instead i’m just gonna say thank you, for all the fun i’ve had and for how much you’ve made me smile with your wonderful comments and your general sweetness. i really truly hope we can continue to be friends even though wincestmas has now come to an end.

lots and lots of love, wincestmas anon (who will soon not be anonymous at all) ❤️

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@thelegendofwinchester MY FRIEND! I’m so glad we found each other! This was the most amazing end to Wincestmas that I could have asked for!  I just need one thing. What did Bruce look like? Was he orange and striped by any chance? (I’m j/k. But really, I DO want to know.)  

This has been the MOST fun! I’m so glad we became friends on this amazing journey. You are stuck with me forever. And now, of course, I’m going to write a “just because” fic for youuuuu. (So let me know what you like!)

This was honestly the sweetest thing and I’m so happy that I participated in this challenge. Thank you, thank you, thank you for making my start to 2020 so fun and Wincesty! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[possiblypeachy]

relax.

–; summary: after she loses someone dear to her and her life becomes isolated, markus is there to comfort her.

–; pairings: markus x fem!reader

–; word count: 1.5k

–; themes: angsty fluff :'( comforting though so :)) too???

–; warnings: mentioned death of a pet

–; note: i properly adore cats so this made me gently :( this is a psa for you all to send me pictures of your pets too btw. i referred to the cat as a male, since it was gendered in the request, so apologies if you wanted to read this with a girl kitty in mine!

since this was really specific, i don't know if this is particularly great, so apologies if it's kinda short and bad but hey! i tried :,)

masterlist if you liked this, read these rules and request here, maybe? ;)

Anyone who said that cats were malicious could suck your little toe or worse. Growing up alongside (Cat's name) was something that had created more lovely memories than anything else you could think of. Hearing him purr as you drifted to sleep, seeing blown-wide pupils whenever you skittered your fingers along the carpet, feeling his tail curl around your legs almost like a gentle kiss; God, you had loved him.

You couldn't believe you hadn't been there.

A few days ago you had received a tear-filled call from your mother, saying that (Cat's name) had to be put down. It had shocked you so much that you didn't cry at first-- muttering a chant of “No, why? He's fine.” down the line to your weeping mom. Admittedly, he was old now-- not the spirited kitten you'd bought all those years ago-- but that didn't stop you from breaking down when the phone call ended.

You hated that you couldn't be one of the last faces that he saw before he left. You hated that he might not even remember you. What if he thought you'd abandoned him in his last months?

No, no, no.

The tapping of your keyboard had slowed to a stop and your sight finally regained focus. It was like your body was urging you on to finish your essay-- to distract yourself-- but your mind just wanted to wallow in sadness for longer. You wanted to remember every detail about (Cat's name): the sound of his yowl, the patterns in his fur, the whiskers that tickled your face when you gave him a hug.

Your body told your mind to hush and you began typing again.

Being preoccupied with schoolwork was, ultimately, the best way to swerve your mind away. You felt horrible for not allowing yourself time to grieve but what else could you do? You had an education to face and secluding yourself for a few weeks would do nothing to help. Surround yourself with those you love, you had said. Without being able to go back to family, that meant one person: Markus.

He'd come to check on you a few times since (Cat's name) had passed but, each time he'd voiced concern about your state, you'd given him one of those weak smiles and insisted that you were fine. You were not.

Keys rattled in the lock to your door and you took a deep inhale before swivelling in your chair. “(Name)? Are you in?”

“Of course I am, Markus.” You replied. There was a hint of something in your voice that Markus noticed: melancholy, fatigue? His lips pursed, he closed the door behind him, then made his way to your desk-- turning lights on that you had yet not this evening.

Dual-coloured eyes bore into your so obviously exhausted form. Hair was messy, under eyes were dark-- didn't he see you in that exact hoodie yesterday? Markus gave you a half-concerned, half-sympathetic smile as he placed a bag down next to your computer. “Have you eaten yet today?”

You already knew the answer but you stalled when you turned in your chair to look at the time on the illuminated screen of your laptop. 23:14. Was it really that late? “No, not really. Had an apple at lunch, I think, but I was too busy to eat a whole meal.” You said this while swirling to face him once again, meeting his stare when you finished speaking.

Markus crossed his arms over his chest and gently raised one brow. “It's a good thing I brought you some then, isn't it?” He unravelled his arms just enough to gesture toward the bag he was holding mere moments ago. Your gaze flickered from him to the food and, with haste that was almost like a squirrel snatching a snack from someone's fingers, you grabbed the bag and placed it on your lap.

Besides the sound of Markus throwing his jacket down onto the nearest surface, silence settled over you both for a few moments as you tucked into the sandwich he'd given you. He pulled up a chair and you paused. “What are you doing?”

Your eyes rolled and you slumped back in your chair, swallowing your bite of food. “Finishing the essay. I know you told me to relax for once but--”

“Then why aren't you, (Name)?” He interjected, a mix of gentle frustration and worry weaved through his question.

You opened your mouth to speak but said nothing. Instead, your gaze suddenly dipped away from his and you turned in your chair, placing your food back on your desk and placing your fingers on your keyboard. “I'm fine, Markus. I just need to get this done then everything will be okay.”

“It's about (Cat's name), isn't it?” He'd put the thought forward with such care that you almost felt bad for giving him the cold shoulder.

Silence. Then you sighed, your shoulders slumping. “No, Markus, honestly, I'm okay. I just--” Your breath caught in your throat unexpectedly and your fingers pinched the bridge of your nose, “-- I just need to finish this.”

You could hear his chair move and, after a few moments, you felt a hand on your shoulder. He didn't tug. You didn't move.

“Please talk to me about it, (Name).”

With a heavy swallow, your body shifted to face him. His features were so... soft. He looked like the embodiment of care; for someone who was still viewed as a 'robot' in certain countries, he'd never appeared more human. If you were going to spill your regrets, the best person would be him.

“Fine. Fine. You already know that he was...” As you turned your chair again, you stopped for a second or so, sight flitting to the floor, “He was put down.” Markus nodded, moving to slip his hand into yours when you'd swivelled fully. Fingers squeezed around yours when he saw the almost absent look in your eyes and the way your throat kept on twitching. Your lips pursed. “I guess I feel kind of...-- I don't know, I don't know--”

A voice crack and a long blink. You swallowed. Markus' thumb brushed over the back of your hand. “I feel... guilty. Guilty that I...” You rolled your lips inward so that you could bite at them from inside your mouth-- almost like you were inadvertently trying to seal them shut, “Guilty that I wasn't there when he passed. We were together always when I was young and I...I...”

Tears came now and the next inhale you did was more like a hiccup. Going-red eyes met his and he felt his artificial heart twist. “What if he hated me when he left?”

One of Markus' hands left your own and cupped your face instead, wiping away a tear or two on your cheek. It was like he was trying to ground you-- bring your mind from that wretched place to him and the here and now. “No.” While caring, he was stern, his grip on your hand tightening somewhat. “No-- don't think like that.” A smile that was almost mirroring your sadness formed on his lips but, in a strange way, it comforted you. “Do you really believe that he'd had the person who used to sneak him food from her meals? Or, that he'd hate the girl who spent hours in the rain looking for him when he'd gotten lost?”

The tears had slowed now and, through an in-and-out routine of breaths, you were almost smiling. “He could never hate you, (Name); you grew together, you shaped each other, you loved each other. He'll always remember that.”

You were smiling now and the crying became more emotional than sad. You used Markus' grip on your hand as leverage to pull him forward into a hug, your arms wrapping around his neck and face breathing in his sweater. “Thank you, Markus. Really. I just feel so horrible; he was my best friend and I... should’ve been there to see him off.”

“I’m sure he was thinking about you in his last moments, (Name). Thinking about all the little strokes and cuddles you gave him.”

You smiled into his sweater almost fondly, nostalgia laced through your expression. You’d give anything to pet him again, to have him sat on your lap in the winter. Forever would you remember the little meows he’d shout at you when he wanted food and the delighted purr that would rumble through him when you spoke to him in that high-pitched voice. 

But, you shouldn’t remember him in sadness-- you should remember him for all the joy he gave you through his years. He’d prefer it that way, you think.

Markus paused and pulled back from the embrace. “Does this mean you're going to sleep at a reasonable time tonight?”

You laughed quietly and, though you couldn't see it when your head tilted back, he looked at you with a mix of adoration and amusement, smiling so very gently back at you. “Only if you'll keep me company.”

“Of course.”

[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

Furry Little Friend

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Word Count:  1682

Summary:  Simon and Baz decide to get a new addition to their household. Based on "adopting a pet" prompt from anonymous

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AN:  This was great to write. Two of my favourite things in the world, snowbaz and kittens! Thank you to the prompter of this, because it gave me something really fun to do while staying up all night. Enjoy this tooth rotting fluff, everyone :)

Baz

“Hey, Baz?”

My head snaps up. Snow sits across me at our puny excuse for a dining room table. He’s tracing circles on the wood surface, looking at his fingers. But his eyes are somewhere else.

“Yes, love?”

“What do you think about pets?”

I make a “hm” sound and shrug (I’ve picked up Snow’s habits). “Honestly, I have no opinion. I’ve never had one. Father and Daphne don’t like animals. Plus, the twins are both horribly allergic. Why do you ask?”

Snow shrugs, playing with his broccoli disinterestedly. “I don’t know. I’ve always imagined what it’d be like to have one. A little furry friend to cuddle with. It’d be nice, right?”

I smirk. “Are my cuddles not enough, Snow?”

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Oh please, darling, you know what I mean. It’s just a thought.”

The corner of my lip pulls up. “M-hm. Alright.”

Simon gives me glare. He knows just as well that his “just a thought”s can become a lot more. He returns to eating his food. I reach out my bare foot towards him, running a toe up and down his ankle. I see a little smile play on his lips. Merlin, I love him.

“Baz, look at this!”

I put down my book as Snow shoves his tablet in my face. “Crowley, hold your horses, Snow.”

It’s the North London Adoption Centre site. And there’s a huge page filled with pictures of tiny furry adorable kittens and cats. With big eyes and fluffy tails. Snow reaches over and and scrolls down. There’s every kind you could think of. Tabby, marmalade, black, grey, calico. All very adorable. My eyes go a bit wide.

“My my,” I say, “that’s quite a few cats.”

“I know right?” Snow says with awe. “There are so many! And they all need homes.”

I flick my gaze down to him. It’s been two days since he mentioned the idea of a pet. And it seems the idea has not left his head. He’s got a sly smile. “You don’t need to play coy, Simon. I know what you’re getting at .”

He sighs. “So what do you think of them?”

I scoff a bit under my breath. “Does it matter? You seem to have made up your mind.”

He furrows his brow and frowns. “Of course it does! We’re together, and this is our apartment, our life. So what do you think about it?”

Aleister Crowley, he’s fantastic. His ridiculously big, considerate heart knows no bounds. I’ve been party to it for four years now. And his compassionate and caring nature still makes me so damn happy.

I reach out and brush some of his bronze curls out of his freckled face. I smile as softly as I can. “I think we should make a trip to North London this weekend. That alright with you?”

He grins and hugs my torso. I put down the tablet and hug him back. “Absolutely.”

We just sit there for a bit, enjoying each other’s embrace. Eventually Simon pulls away with a big open mouthed grin on his face.

“We’re going to have a fur baby!” he yells, throwing his arms up for flourish

I groan and hold my head in my hands. “Bloody hell, don’t say it like that.”

The tube ride is quite nerve racking. This is a big thing in reality. A big step, a big responsibility.

So we’re both anxious, though Snow shows it more in his body, as always. His leg is shaking and he’s chewing his nails. He hasn’t done that for months. It worries me. I reach out and take his hand, removing it from the abuse of his teeth. I lace our fingers together. I immediately see some of the tension release from his body. He looks over at me, blue eyes soft and grateful. He lays his head on my shoulder, and doesn’t move it until we get off.

The Adoption Centre looks like any other London building. Thin and tall, squished together with other storefronts. There’s some scaffolding in front, but a large sign assures us it’s still open. We give each other one last reassuring look, and stroll in.

“Hello! Welcome to the North London Adoption Centre.” A nice smiling lady greets us. Her name tag reads Janice. Simon immediately reaches out and shakes her hand.

“Hi! I’m Simon, and this is my boyfriend, Baz.”

I nod to her. “Good day.”

Simon takes my hand and squeezes lightly. “We’re looking to adopt a cat.”

Janice chuckles. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. Let me show you our furry residents.”

She leads us down to a row of cat carriers. Most of the cute kitties look at us from inside their carpeted cages. Simon’s mouth hangs open in awe.

“Now,” Janice says, “what kind of cat are you looking for?”

“A cat one?” Simon says cheekily. I elbow his side.

“We want a friendly one,” I say. “One who isn’t afraid of people, a lap cat if you will. Also healthy. I read you’re supposed to look for clear eyes to make sure of that.” Of course I did my research. I always like to be prepared.

Janice nods. “I see. Well, I can show you our newest kittens. They’re very sweet. C’mere.”

She takes us to a larger crate. We kneel down to the ground. There’s a whole litter in there. They’re a mix of light brown tabbies and gingera. My heart flutters. I’m not immune to the adorableness of kittens, I’ll admit that. (I’m dead, not heartless.) Simon most certainly isn’t either. He looks like he’s about to melt into a puddle. Janice opens the the door and tries to coax out one of the furballs. Most slink back. But one steps out.

It’s a ginger one. Light orange around most of it’s body, with darker stripes all around. It’s big pale blue eyes stare up at us. Simon turns to Janice.

“May I?” he says.

“By all means,” she replies.

Simon reaches out to the kitten. It sniffs his fingers, then rubs up against him. I can hear it purring very loudly. Snow cups it’s little face.

“What’s it’s name?” I ask.

“Well, we’ve just been calling her Fuzz, but obviously the name can be changed,” Janice says.

I reach out to Fuzz as well. She nuzzles the back of my palm, seemingly unbothered by my naturally low body temperature. “She’s quite affectionate, I see.”

Janice nods with a smile. “Yes, she is. And she seems to like you two.”

I flick my eyes over to Snow, one eyebrow raised and smirking. “Yes, she does.”

Snow smirks back. This is one of those times when we don’t need to say anything to know what the other is thinking. Bunce calls it “lovey dovey telepathy”. A ridiculous name. I just love that Simon and I can speak without words.

“We’ll take her,” we say at the same time.

Turns out Fuzz hates travelling in cat crates. We’re taking a cab home, and she will not stop yelling her tiny head off.

“I don’t know what’s got her bothered,” Simon sighs, “she was fine at the Centre.”

I shrug. “Maybe it’s the movement. I mean, I would be quite surprised if I was suddenly racing about with no explanation.”

Snow reaches his hand into cage, stroking Fuzz with two fingers. She immediately calms down and starts purring like a happy jet engine.

“There there, fuzzy girl,” he whispers. “It’s alright.”

I reach my own fingers in. I feel her rub against my knuckles, her purr vibrating through my bones. It’s one of the most adorable, comforting things I’ve ever experienced.

We reach the flat quickly, thank Merlin. Snow carries the crate, and I carry the bags of supplies we picked up. Toys, dishes, food, litter, and everything else a tiny cat needs. Snow places the carrier on the floor and opens it up. Slowly, Fuzz walks out. She takes stock of her new home. Padding across the laminate floors, sniffing every sniffable thing in site.

I set the shopping bags on the table. Simon is absolutely transfixed by the sight of the little animal. I walk to him, putting an arm around his shoulders.

“We have a cat,” I sigh.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “But you know, I’m not really feeling the name Fuzz.”

I nod. “Agreed. Got something in mind, Simon?”

He turns to me with the world’s biggest shit eating grin. “I was thinking, Cherry.”

I groan, and he laughs. I grip his shoulder a bit, pulling him closer. “Of course, you scone fiend.”

“Well it makes sense! She’s ginger, which is close to red, and cherries are red.”

I cock an eyebrow. “That’s quite a logical work around there, love.”

He shrugs. “We can call her something else, if you like.”

“No, no,” I say as I shake my head. “Cherry is a very good name. Though, I think her middle name should be Kishi.”

Snow is taken aback a bit. “Kishi? Where on Earth did that come from.”

“Ever heard of Kishi Bashi?” Snow stares at me blankly. I sigh. “Kishi Bashi is a violinist, and one of my personal favourites. So I think if you pick Cherry, a name from something you love, then I can pick from something I love.”

Simon’s mouth blooms into a smile. He lays his head on my shoulder and grabs my hand. “I like that. Cherry Kishi Snow-Pitch.”

I watch as Cherry kneads the sofa with her little paws. She turns to us and mews, staring at us with her beautiful blue eyes. I smile. “Cherry Kishi Snow-Pitch it is, then.”

Cherry falls asleep between us that night. Simon manages to pet her into coma. He drifts off with a smile, one hand on her and one loosely holding mine. I’m awake, just looking at the two of them. It really hits me now, more than ever. Here I am, lying with Simon Snow, in our bed, in our flat, with our cat.

Aleister Crowley, I’m living a charmed life.

Bonus Texts: Simon: Heyyyyy Penny. Me and Baz got a cat. Her name is Cherry Kishi Snow-Pitch and shes gr8t and super cute and fluffy. Btw we still having dinner next week rite? Penny: YOU AND BAZ DID WHAT?!

I had too much fun writing this haha. I do have a cat. Her name is Saffron “Saffy” Elijah Liberty Bell (long story, weird family, don’t ask). She hates cat carriers too, and I can pet her into a coma occasionally, but she is definitely not a lap cat. Actually she hates almost everyone. We have that in common lol. 

But yeah, I truly believe Simon and Baz would get a cat like a pair of old queens and treat her like a princess. Simon would be way more openly affectionate than Baz, but Baz would be just as caring and overprotective. Cherry would be so pampered :D

Sidenote: North London Adoption Centre is a real place, and I have no idea how it looks on the inside, but I guessed. Hopefully I did it justice. And I hope you all liked this fic :)

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| s i n g l e | 야옹이! 태용이!　 kitten!taeyong au

(the title romanizes to ‘yaongie!taeyongie!’ which is a childish way to say ‘kittie!taeyongie!’)

platform: tumblr

post type: bullet au

genre: kitten!au, fluff

warnings: none :) (it’s like really long though)

rating: T

summary: the boy from school is suddenly curled up on your couch. and he’s purring.

disclaimer

there’s this boy that works at the little coffee corner at the reading room on your side of campus

he’s really pretty and quiet and makes the best mochas 

and always studies at the empty space of counter whenever there’s no customers

and he always studies really hard, with like four textbooks open and he’s always scribbling notes with his long fingers tangled up in his hair and his palm in his cheek

-you kind of have a crush on him-

he’s there everyday from four until midnight

you’re there everyday until midnight studying

one day he doesn’t show up

and that’s not normal

at all

you ask the girl that’s working in place of him

where the hell is this consistent ass boi 

she says that he’s on sick leave

so on your way home

in the middle of the night

you find this abandoned cat

and it’s really small and skinny

and it’s white but it’s dirty and covered in this weird pinkish blue chalk stuff

and has a little scrap of paper tied to it’s neck with yarn

TY. Please take care of me for a few days, preferably if you’re a veterinary student. 

you look at this puffball

it’s really cute, with like these huge eyes and soft fur

and you’re a veterinary student

so you take him home

you’re like washing him in your sink

and you hold him up

it’s a boy

cute little thing

he looks really confused as he’s getting washed

like he likes getting cleaned and the cold water, but he hates the water. 

you blow dry him and he likes that

you feed him the deli turkey and chicken the stuff that goes in sandwiches

and buy cat food the next day from the convenience store

taeyong has still not made an appearance

you start to lowkey worry about him you go home and you’re actually really happy to hear the little toe beans against your floor as you kick off your shoes and throw yourself on the couch

you finish the last of your homework

and you’re so tired

so so tired

so you just strip off your shirt and sleep 

this continues for like four days

then one day you come home

and there’s no toe beans

your house is just sparkling clean

and the washing machine is running

and TY’s little food bowls are washed and drying on the dish rack by your sink

the TV is going

and there’s a human on your couch

like this long human who’s drowning in blankets that go up to just under his eyes

and he’s got his hood pulled up

he’s watching something on TV and it’s a masked singing program or whatever

he’s eating ice cream out of the tub

he honestly looks so soft

but of course you flip out

because

guy in your living room

but ALSO

THIS GUY IS LEE MOFOING TAEYONG 

MOCHA BOY

WHO’S SUPPOSED TO BE SICK AT HOME

BUT HE’S SICK IN YOUR LIVING ROOM

or maybe not actually sick

and he’s like “whoa whoa i can explain”

“WhAt Are You DoInG iN mY LiViNg RoOm”

“WhEre iS My cAt”

“I Am YoUr CaT”

“tf?” (JUNGSHOOK, im sorry← that was my editor friend)

so then he calmly shoves the ice cream in your freezer,

 which you hadn’t had before and he starts explaining

and you obviously don’t take this shit

like “hi hello i’m your cat just go with it”

so you’re like “prove it.” 

“your bra had stars on it” and he doesn’t realize what he just said

until you look down at your lap and turn red

and his ears turn about as pink as his hair (it’s pink btw)

“i’M NoT A pErVeRt I pRomiSe”

“ok ok let’s let it pass”

and you’re like 

“so how does this cat thing work”

“uhm. it’s like a period?”

“OmG I’m nOt A pErV I proMise I jUst hAve LiKe A rLLy TaLkAtIvE sIsTeR holY ShIt wHy AM i Like thIs”

and you just start to laugh at this awkward child

who’s usually so quiet

and reserved

and it’s just hilarious

so then once you’ve calmed down

which takes a good ten minutes

he says that his mom was pregnant with him in japan

and this weird creepy crazy gypsy lady decided that she didn’t like her

so she cursed her and her child

“every month your child will turn into a cat for three to seven days and there is no way to deal with it”

so taeyong just consistently turns into a cat

but he’s been so stressed lately that he hasn’t turned into a cat

foR LikE thE PaSt tWo yeARs

it really is like a period

so then you’re like “okay whatever weird things have happened before”

“let’s just go with it”

“taeyong saw you and your chubbiness in a bra anyway it’s okay.”

so you’re like “where’d you get the clothes from.” 

“johnny dropped them off on emergency.”

“is that why they’re so huge?”

“sweatshirt’s his. pants are mine.” 

“he dropped off the ice cream too.” 

“ok cool.” 

and then he’s like “yeah sorry for staying for so long and being a burden.” 

“the boys don’t know how to raise a cat even though they know i’m a cat boy.” 

“it’s why i don’t live alone just in case.” 

“but it ended up like this anyway.”

 turns out taeyong lives in this hUge house with his friends and they know about his erm. condition. but they’re clueless on how to raise a cat. 

so he just cat-morphed on campus and couldn’t contact anyone. 

just roamed the street for a few hours. 

found you. that’s how your relationship grew. 

he’s a history of music major. he’s in the arts and communication department

seoul uni. same as you. hard to get into. he has good grades. 

so then you trade phone numbers

and kick him out

but you attach like a cat door thing onto your apartment now. he shows up every month. 

lives in your house for a while

you become really close friends

and then every once in awhile

there’s this magical eclipse

in which you’re on your period

and he’s in half cat mode

usually he’s like human by then

and he makes good mochas at home too

and you share ice cream on the couch

and cuddle

just because he’s warm

and good to cuddle

you don’t really realize you’re dating

until doyoung calls you his girlfriend

and you just roll with it. 

cuddle sessions are the best

super soft

he shows up at your house just because

and does some house cleaning

cooks a meal

cuddles

tv

falls asleep at your house when it’s raining

specifically for the purpose of taking naps

he’s weird

you’re weird

your relationship is weird

but it’s cute