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lvnleah · 6 months ago

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Sick Days | Leah Williamson x Lia Wälti

Summary: Sage wakes up with a sore tummy and Leah and Lia spend the day taking care of their bubba.

Word count: 1.7k

This hasn’t been edited so ignore any mistakes!

Thank you to @scribblesofagoonerr and @wosoamazing for the amazing help you gave me when I struggled writing this!

part two can be found here

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Leah and Lia laid in their cosy bed, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the baby monitor screen. Sage’s room was just down the hallway and although she was now three years old, Leah liked having the baby monitor near her to keep her mind at ease.

Leah’s arm was draped over Lia’s stomach as the pair slept peacefully together. Leah’s sleep was soon interrupted when she heard Sage’s cries echo through the monitor.

She gently removed her arm from around Lia’s waist, rubbing her eyes before rolling out of her bed.

Lia blinked, disoriented by sleep, “Is that Sage?”

Leah yawned, nodding her head as she slipped her slippers on, “Yeah, I’m going to go check on her.”

“Want me to come with you?” Lia offered, concerned by the three year olds cries, “She never wakes up in the night.”

“It’s okay love,” Leah whispered, kissing Lia’s temple, “She’s probably just lost her teddy again,” she joked.

Leah left their bedroom and made her way across the hallway to Sage’s, the cold floorboards creaking as she walked down across them. The blonde flicked the hallway light on before opening Sage’s door, the light reflecting into the room so she could see her surroundings.

“Mumma!” Sage’s voice trembled, her cheeks stained with tears, “Tummy!”

Leah’s heart broke at the sight in front of her, she hated seeing her baby girl in pain, “Oh bubba, what’s wrong? Have you got a sore tummy?”

Sage nodded, “Hurts Mumma,” She managed to mumble through tears, “Tummy hurts.”

“My poor bubba,” Leah cooed, lifting Sage up from her toddler bed. “Wanna come into Mumma and Mummy’s room?”

Sage clang to Leah’s chest, slowly nodding her head against Leah’s shoulder. Leah scooped up Sage’s favourite blanket and teddy with her spare up, her hand gently rubbing up and down Sage’s back.

She carried the toddler across the hallway, her tears slowing down as she comforted her in her arms. As she entered the bedroom, Lia’s face was instantly covered with concern about their daughter.

“What’s wrong?” Lia asked, sitting up in their bed and flicking on the lamp beside her.

“Her tummy hurts,” Leah said, dropping Sage’s teddy and blanket on the bed, “I think she might have a bug or something coming.”

Lia’s brow furrowed as she reached out to touch Sage’s forehead. The little girl’s skin felt warm, and her eyes were still puffy from crying.

“Poor baby,” Lia murmured. “Let’s get her settled.”

Leah gently placed Sage between them on the bed. The toddler clung to her teddy bear, its worn fur comforting against her cheek as she cuddled into Lia’s side. Lia pulled the blanket up to Sage’s chin, tucking her in snugly.

Whilst Lia comforted Sage, Leah left the room to get some medicine. After a little while Leah returned with a bottle of kids medicine, she measured out the correct dosage before handing the syringe to Lia.

“Can you take this for Mummy?” Lia cooed, brushing Sage’s blonde hair away from her face.

Sage shook her head, burying it more in the crook of Lia’s neck, “No, yucky!”

Sage’s refusal was unwavering. She clung to Lia, her tiny face scrunched up in defiance. Leah exchanged a knowing look with Lia, both mothers determined to find a solution.

“Bubba, it’ll make you feel so so much better!” Leah tried to persuade the three year old.

“No!” She shook her head once again, “Yucky, not nice!”

“Okay, sweetheart,” Lia said softly, placing a kiss on Sage’s forehead. “How about this, you take the medicine for Mummy and Mama and later on we can watch a movie during breakfast, deal?”

Sage eyed the medicine as she hesitated before slowly nodding her head. Leah gently guided the syringe into her mouth, Sage’s little features screwing up in disgust as she swallowed the medicine.

As Leah carefully set the syringe down, Sage's tiny body convulsed, and before either of them could react, she vomited over the bed. Leah's heart clenched with worry. She reached for the trash can by the bedside, holding it close as Sage continued to be sick. Lia rubbed Sage's back, murmuring soothing words.

Leah gently wiped Sage's mouth with a tissue. "It's okay, bubba," she whispered. "Mummy's here."

Lia held the trash can steady as Leah slipped away to grab a cold cloth. Both of their hearts ached as they watched their baby girl throw up, tears slipping down her face.

After a while, the sickness subsided, and Sage grew tired once again. Leah took charge of changing the bedsheets, while Lia changed Sage into a fresh pair of pyjamas. They worked together silently, their love for Sage binding them even in these difficult moments.

An hour later, they all climbed into bed together, Sage cozied between them. Her little hand twirled Leah's blonde hair, seeking comfort. As the room settled down, Sage eventually drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Leah woke up to the warm sun peeking through the curtains. She stirred first, her eyes adjusting to the soft light. She turned to find Lia still asleep, Sage was snuggled up to her chest as Lia held her close.

After Sage’s little sickness spell, they were woken up a few times by the toddler. It had been a rough night for them all, Sage couldn’t sleep due to being hot one minute and cold the next.

Leah gently slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Lia and Sage as she did so. The couple were due at training in a couple hours but with the way things were last night, Leah was unsure if they would make it to training.

Lia stirred, blinking up at Leah. Their eyes met, and Lia’s lips curved into a sleepy smile. Leah leaned down, brushing her lips against Lia’s forehead.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

“Morning,” Lia yawned, running her hand over Sage’s blonde hair, “What time is it?”

“Eight thirty,” Leah said, “Is she still warm?”

Lia nodded, “Yep, poor baby. What are we doing about training?”

Leah sighed, “She comes first and I think today we should just leave training, both of us have hardly slept and it wouldn’t be good for us to go when we’re running on no sleep. We can’t risk it.”

Before Lia had the chance to answer Leah, Sage began to stir. Her blonde hair was tousled from the little sleep she managed to get.

“Mumma?” Sage’s voice was soft, still heavy with sleep.

Leah leaned over, brushing Sage’s hair away from her forehead as she stretched her little legs. “I’m here bubba, how’re you feeling?”

“Yucky.” the toddler mumbled. “I’m cold, Mumma.”

Lia grabbed Sage’s blanket and wrapped her in it tightly, “Better bubs?” Lia asked, getting a nod in response from Sage.

“I’m sorry Bubba,” Leah sighed, “Are you hungry? Would you like Mumma to get you some breakfast?”

Sage nodded her head sleepily. Leah picked up Sage and carried her to the kitchen. The toddler clung to her, her tiny arms wrapped around Leah’s neck while her body was wrapped in a little blanket to keep her warm. Lia followed, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

Leah set Sage down on the kitchen side, wrapped up in her little blanket. “What would you like for breakfast, my little sunshine?”

“Pancakes please,” Sage mumbled, her voice still groggy.

Leah chuckled. “Pancakes it is, my sweet girl.” She reached for the flour and began mixing the batter, while Lia pulled out a frying pan.

Sage reached out to Lia, making grabby hands for her, “Mummy snuggles?”

“You want snuggles, bubs?” Lia cooed, picking up Sage in her blanket.

Sage clung tightly to Lia, her arms wrapped tightly around her neck while her legs wrapped around her torso. Lia walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa, Sage was now sat in her lap but she could tell she wasn’t moving anytime soon.

Sage rested in Lia’s lap, her eyes fluttering as she fought off sleep. Her fingers traced soothing patterns on the toddler’s back. “You’re safe, my little one,” she murmured. “Mummy’s here.”

While Leah made the pancakes, Lia phoned Jonas to let him know neither of them would be in today. He was disappointed, he was going to be missing two valuable players from training, but he understood that their little girl came first.

The aroma of freshly cooked pancakes filled the room, and Leah brought over a plate of pancakes for Sage.

“Want some pancakes, Bubba?” Leah asked, sitting down next to Lia.

Sage shook her head, digging her face more into Lia’s chest. Leah and Lia exchange a look, knowing it was going to be hard to get Sage to have something to eat.

Lia placed a kiss on Sage’s forehead, her voice gentle. "Sage, sweetheart, how about we make a deal? If you eat some of your pancakes, we'll let you watch a movie."

Sage's eyes brightened. "Movie?" she asked, intrigued.

Leah joined in, playing along. "Yes, whatever movie you want"

Sage hesitated, neford she nodded. "Okay, Mummy."

Leah grinned, whisking the plate of pancakes closer. "Deal."

Lia cut a small piece and held it up to Sage's lips. The toddler chewed slowly, her eyes fixed on the TV in the living room.

Leah turned the tv on, “What movie do you want to watch, bubs?”

“Punzle!” Sage mumbled.

As rapunzel played, Sage's eyelids drooped. She fought to stay awake, but the combination of pancakes and cosy cuddles was too much. Her breathing evened out, and she drifted off, her little hand clutching Lia’s top.

Leah reached for the remote, lowering the volume. “She’s out,” she whispered.

Lia moved her head back so she could see Sage’s face, “Yeah, she must be tired. I keep saying it but poor Bubba.”

Leah pulled Lia into her chest, “I’m proud of you, y’know.” She kissed Lia’s temple, “We’ve worked well as a team last night and today. It’s her first time being properly sick and I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I love you,” Lia smiled, leaning up and kissing Leah’s lips, “Maybe football isn’t the only thing we’re good at doing together.”

Leah chuckled, “I love you too, there’s many many things we’re good at together.”

As the sound of the movie enveloped the room, Leah and Lia found themselves sinking into the cushions of the couch. Their eyelids grew heavy, and the warmth of Sage's little hand still rested on Lia's chest.

Leah shifted closer to Lia, their fingers entwining the other side of Lia’s body. The TV screen blurred, the fall and rise of Sage's breaths being the only thing that they were able to hear.

In that quiet moment, Leah and Lia’s breathing synchronised, and the world outside faded away. The room held them, as sleep claimed them one by one.

#awfc #leah williamson x lia wälti #Double The Love

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abibliophobiaa · 1 year ago

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Beyond — s.h. x f!reader

Chapter Ten: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You

summary: you head home for the holidays with steve.

warnings: holidays are celebrated with family (left ambiguous); semi-public sex, oral and p in v; smut. (5k words).

modern day!rich!fake husband!steve harrington.

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Days bleed into a week, and soon a week bleeds into a month and you’re once again getting on a plane, this time with Charlie in tow, headed to the place you called home before making your place with Steve your new one.

With your excitement bubbling up to the surface, you hop out of the car with your bags in hand, and Steve rushing over to help you with them, waving to where your sister stands and waves in hearty greeting. Your fur child bounds into the home with much preamble, giant paws rushing forward to crash into Caroline, standing on the front step slapping her thighs and shouting “Come here, boy!”

She basically ignores you as you enter, earning a little ruffle on the crown of her head from Steve’s fingers, which she swats away with little effort, beaming up at the man she’s only met a couple times now, and throwing her arms happily around his neck.

He chuckles, grinning widely over her shoulder as he hoists her up into his capable arms, locking eyes with you in your doorway. And if you didn’t already feel so much love toward him you could burst as of late, you would now.

Caroline is glowing. Grinning from ear to ear as he twirls her around and settles her down on the ground, those greedy eyes of hers locking on the bag Steve brought that’s quite literally full to the brim with gifts for family and friends.

“What’s in there?” she asks, bouncing on her tippy toes as you and Steve remove your jackets, Steve’s fingers waving to where your father rises in the living room. “Are those gifts?”

“Yes, but you’ll have to wait to open them,” Steve chuckles, reaching over to grab your hand and tug you beside him, brushing a kiss against your cheek. “Where should we unpack everything?”

“You’ll be staying in my daughter’s room,” your father explains, coming forward to hug you both. “Gifts can go in the living room. Dressers in the bedroom are cleaned out and the closet is empty too. Charlie boy, come with me while they get situated.”

“Your bedroom, huh?” Steve muses quietly as you walk through the home, suitcases rolling behind you down the hall.

“Yeah.” Your cheeks grow warm, a heat crawling up your neck swelling as his eyes meet yours. “Don’t make fun. It probably hasn’t changed since before I started undergrad.”

“Just wanna see where you grew up, is all,” he says, and there’s a hint of mischief in his eyes that you’ve grown more acquainted with these weeks.

Grow acquainted with once again as soon as he enters, taking in the lavender walls, the dark furniture, your vanity. The bed is still as you remember, with white sheets and a plush comforter that your back meets as your husband pushes up against your chest, mouth sliding languidly over your own.

A hum spills from you before you can think any better of it, thighs falling apart to make space for him between your legs, throat bubbling with a moan as he rocks his already stiffening cock against the seam of your jeans, pressure just right against your clit. A vague awareness settles over you as those perfect fingers slide into the front of your jeans, seeking out your warmth, over where he finds you already wet for him.

“Steve,” you mutter breathlessly, head tipping back against a pillow as he kisses along your throat, “anyone can hear right now.”

He flops over onto your side, bringing you with him. Fingers glide up and along your thigh, settling in the back pocket of your jeans to pull you closer, warmth pooling where his skin touches yours through your clothes. Your forehead presses up against his, fingers tangling with his free hand.

“Welcome to my humble abode, Harrington.”

“I like it,” he muses, glancing about the room. “Weird to think of a time when I didn't know you. I’ll have to ask for all the old photo albums. Isn’t that what these holidays are for?”

“You wouldn’t,” you gasp jokingly, swatting at his abdomen with your entwined hands.

But he does. You spend that first night sitting around the kitchen table with Caroline nearly leaning over Steve’s shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of photos from your teenage years.

Most of which are full of braces and wide eyed youth. Eddie with his arms around your shoulders after graduation, Robin and the two of you on the hood of your first car. Dustin and you, when you babysat him. Later, pictures of you and Eddie with Dustin, Lucas, Max and Mike playing DND with the kids, their bored expressions and your overeager grin to try and compensate for their lack of enthusiasm.

Your father even pulled out the younger pictures. Years when your mother was still around, her smiling face, your parents with their two girls. Pictures of you and Eddie in the trailer park, your front teeth missing and his hair shorter, your knees scraped and muddy, and his jeans always torn and tattered.

After, Steve talks about his job while your sister dozes against his shoulder, having told him all about her TikTok page and showing him the endless videos she’s made. Your smile grows at the sight of them, his arm around her shoulders, the blanket you draped over her lap drawn tight around her body.

He seems at ease. Comfortable in a place he’s really only been in once. And when you later crawl into bed, with his arm slung low around your hip, there’s a stark understanding that this home was your home for the longest time.

Until you were nineteen and moved away for school, until you made a life for yourself in the city.

Now — now home resides in the man sleeping soundly beside you. Months ago, the thought would have scared you, made you want to run away from the immensity of it. Now, you only feel this tangible closeness. This understanding that as much as you are his, he is yours, in the way that feels untouchable. Wholly yours, and stronger every day that passes.

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Snow falls over Hawkins throughout the night. Not the fluffy kind like in the city — the kind that turns to slush. No, it’s thick and wonderful and blankets the earth in a white halo, your sister’s excited laughter from down the hall rousing you from your slumber beside Steve.

A low yawn falls from his lips, the arms slung low around your waist pulling you tight against a broad chest, his nose mouth already finding its place near the curve of your neck, lavishing your skin in delightful kisses that have you wanting to fall back into bed with him over and over again.

But you know your sister, and you know her excitement over gift giving, and therefore understand that it’s only a matter of time before someone is banging on your bedroom door and demanding the two of you come into the living room to join her in her chaos she calls fun.

“Where’s Charlie?” Steve hums, rubbing at his eyes as you roll over in the bed, running your fingers along the lines of his abdomen. “I didn’t feel him by my feet.”

“I’m pretty sure your son betrayed you for his aunt,” you tease, winding your arms around his waist, chest brushing his as you lean in to give him a quick peck. “Good morning.”

He presses another longer kiss to your lips, smiling into your skin as he rolls you over until you’re straddling him. Thighs splay on either side of his hips, his fingers gripping at the dough of your thighs, rolling you over his already hard cock. It’s a tortuously slow drag, his head rubbing just so against your clit, eliciting a pitiful wine from softly parted lips.

A few more days — a few more days and you’ll be back in the city, and in the privacy of your own home. Until then, it’s wandering hands beneath the dinner table. It’s gentle brushes of skin as you ready for bed at night, a giggle as he pulls you into a room when no one is looking, ready to kiss the breath out of you. Simply trying to find moments where the two of you can simply connect.

Last night, it had been him tugging your sweats down and pushing your panties to the side. It had been his hand curling over your mouth as he slipped into you from behind, muffling your sobs as you quivered and clenched around his cock, stealing the very breath from his lungs.

“As much as I would love to watch you come on my cock right now,” he exhales, cunt throbbing as he tugs you closer so you’re laying on him. “I think I just heard your sister’s bedroom door open.”

“And we will hear a knock in…” You pause for a moment, pressing your hand to his sternum, “three…two…one.”

Three short taps echo through the bedroom, Steve’s hands there to help you up and off his lap as your sister hastily scrambles into the room, her nose wrinkling at the sight of the two of you.

Your legs are still in Steve’s lap, his hair a bit of a mess, and you’re certain you look interesting enough as well, tossing and turning all night without the comfort of Steve’s bed back home.

“I’m awake,” she grumbles, rubbing at her tired eyes as she walks the short distance to your bed, draping her body over your chest, just as Charlie hops up onto Steve’s lap. “Charlie doesn’t like to sleep, does he?”

“He’s just a puppy still,” Steve laughs, patting the dog’s head, his pink tongue falling from his lips at Steve’s affections. “But now you know why we asked if you really wanted him to stay with you last night.”

“Did you make coffee?” you ask her, exhaling as your hand runs up and down her back, Steve rolling over to teasingly shove her hand away when she pokes at his shoulder. “If you make us coffee, I’m sure Steve over here will let you open your presents from us.”

“Bribing your sister?” Steve gasps, mock aghast, a hand splaying over his heart.

“Done,” she giggles, rolling off of you.

Her feet hit the carpeted floor with a thud, legs carrying her out of the bedroom faster than she arrived. Charlie prances after her, his little yips and excited barking making your father shout down the hall for Caroline to calm down this early in the morning.

“Should we get up?” he asks, laughing at your muffled moan into his chest, face pressing against his sternum. “I wanna give you your present too.”

“Steve, we said no presents because we just had that second honeymoon —”

“I wanted to spoil my wife,” he murmurs, tilting your head up with a finger curling around your chin. “Let me.”

“You’ve spoiled me enough these past few weeks,” you tease, clambering off his lap, pulling off your ratty old tee shirt, his eyes zeroing in on your bare chest, before sliding a sweater over your head. “But seriously, Steve. Better not have been anything extravagant.”

He shoots a smirk your way, and you walk down the hall and out of your childhood bedroom, meeting your father where he sits in the living room, Charlie presently sprawling over his lap and trying to smother his face in wet kisses. Caroline has already separated the gifts into piles, coffee cups for you and Steve set out on the coffee table.

With a grateful sigh at that first sip, you both settle down onto the couch, watching as Caroline opens gift after gift from your husband. Things you hadn’t even known he’d purchased her.

“I bought her clothes,” you say a little icily, though there’s no heat to back the words up when you catch Caroline’s bright and beaming smile as she opens new ring lights and other technology for what you know is meant to be her growing TikTok obsession. “But — she seems to be enjoying herself…”

Steve curls his fingers around your shoulder, brushing a kiss to your temple as Caroline opens her last package, and within is a new iPhone. The latest model — and one of the gifts you allowed. She’d been needing one, her old one nearly on its way out. But it’s her reaction that has your eyes watering, her shrill screaming that nearly rattles the walls of the home, pre-teen throwing herself onto your laps with strangling hugs and screeches of thankyouthankyouthankyou.

Your father is next, with new wines for his wine rack, tickets to see one of his favorite music artists, and plane tickets to visit the two of you in the city. His mouth twists into a wobbly smile, his thanks a hug with his son-in-law that has you nearly melting on the spot.

You wonder briefly if Mr. Harrington ever hugged his son like this — even once. A giant bear hug, his arms locked tight around Steve’s back. It breaks your heart to know he likely hasn’t — that for so long the man who holds so much love in his heart it can overflow with it has gone without.

Especially from the one person who should have.

Can even see your answer on Steve’s face as he settles back down beside you. The look of pure joy across his features, uncontainable, and the line of tears building along his lower lashes you brush away with a gentle swipe of your thumb.

Clearing his throat loudly, Steve asks Caroline to pull out the small little box nestled by her kneecap. A box precariously shaped like a ring which has your name on it in beautifully curly calligraphy.

“Steve…” you mutter, a little breathless, heart in your throat as Caroline rests the box in your palm.

“Open it,” he says softly, mouth at your temple, arm around your frame as you pull at the box and open it to reveal a diamond band with a curve to perfectly sit around your engagement ring. “It’s just a little something. Look at the inside.”

And there, engraved in a sprawling font, are yours and his first name initials and the date of your wedding, and the words ‘I do’ beside that. Your gaze flickers upward, to the curve of his lips, and you’re kissing him. A breathless thing that has Caroline gagging dramatically, earning a scolding from your father.

As you pull back, Steve lifts the ring and you raise your left hand, watching his thumb graze your ring finger lovingly before sliding it in place. Three rings sparkle up at you, his hand still around yours as he kisses you once more.

“I’d do it again,” he says, and you know what he means. “I’d do it all over again.”

I’d do it all over again and marry you.

And you’d do the same.

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The winter air chills you through your winter coat, boots clicking on slushy snow as Steve steers you through the parking lot and up to the Hideout. Recently renovated, and sprawling with bodies, intent on seeing Corroded Coffin for an exclusive hometown show.

The place is crawling with people — vastly different from the times you would sit on a barstool in the back and cheer on your best friends from high school, with only a few other patrons in the vicinity. You can’t think of anyone more deserving of this than Eddie, though. Years spent working his way up, trying to be the best at his craft, and now skyrocketed to fame.

Steve guides you over toward where Chrissy, Robin and Nancy are already situated around a table, all of which oooing and aaahing over Nancy and your new rings. Robin had finally gone ahead and proposed after months of living together. A small engagement within their own apartment, shared over glasses of wine and champagne and exactly what both wanted.

Chrissy is practically bouncing on her feet. Excited to see her new boyfriend perform for the first time. The actress looks stunning as ever in her all black dress that might be a little too formal for the crowd, but looks positively chic on her frame.

“I’m gonna go get us drinks,” you whisper, leaning up onto your toes to press a kiss below your husband’s ear. “Save my spot, will you?”

His hand is warm against your lower back as you slip through the crowds with sights set on the bar. The opening band has already started their set, the strumming of guitar strings greeting your ears as a familiar voice breaks above the crowd.

“What the heck are you doing in town, beautiful?” Chance asks as you approach the bar, coming forward without even a moment’s thought, wrapping his arms around your shoulder. “Thought you were a big shot veterinarian in the city now. Married too. I saw all the magazine articles at the supermarket.”

“Oh,” you laugh uneasily, rubbing your left hand unconsciously against your opposite bicep as the bartender asks for your orders. “Yeah, almost done with school. And yeah, married. Happily married.”

“You look great,” he muses, elbow dropping down to rest against the countertop. “Seriously. Just so crazy to see you here again. Seems like forever.”

“I pop in from time to time,” you tell him, heat creeping into your cheeks from his compliments. “I’ve been so busy it’s hard to get over here as often as I’d like.”

“How is your family? Gosh, how are you?”

And he’s beaming. Grinning at you in a way that reminds you of those early days of your relationship — when everything had been rose-colored glasses and champagne bubbles in your belly. But now you feel nothing, only the creeping desire to be back at Steve’s side, enveloped in his warm embrace, comforted by his mere presence.

Chance prattles on about his life. How he’s the new head coach at Hawkins High for the basketball team. You’re shocked to hear it, knowing he’s loved the sport for years now, brows rising at his words as he continues, the bartender seemingly taking forever to make your drinks.

But you laugh all the same at his jokes, feel yourself easing into the bar as he continues, the ghost of a smile crawling across his lips as his gaze roams over your features, before settling on something over your shoulders.

You shouldn’t be surprised when you feel Steve’s hand low against your back, nor should you be when his lips press against the crown of your head, his words stern as he says, “I’m so sorry to interrupt, I just need my wife to help me with something. Nice meeting you, my name is Steve.”

“Chance…” he trails off, just as you’re tugged away from the bar and down the back halls leading to the bathrooms.

Your mouth opens to protest, but Steve’s quick to quiet you with a rushed, “Get in.”

The door locks behind you with a harsh click, your eyes needing a moment to adjust to the yellowy light. His hands are on you before you can think, turning you to face your reflection in the mirror, just as his mouth descends on your throat. Your left hand crawls up your chest and onto his cheek, gentle hum spilling on a swift exhale as he sucks greedily at that spot he knows reduces you to a puddle, cock already hard against the fullness of your ass.

“Steve,” you whisper, turning around to face him.

Hands rest against his chest, noting the rapid rise and fall of his breath, the way his eyes are so dark they’re practically molten. And then he’s gripping you hard and fast. Fingers around the back of your neck, bringing your mouth to his in a bruising kiss, your feet pulling up onto your toes as you grip at his collar, dragging him nearer to you.

“He looked at you like he wanted you,” he murmurs. “Your ex, right? Don’t blame him, honey. You drive me crazy, you know that, right?”

He begins trailing kisses along the column of your throat, smirking to himself as he tugs the top of your dress down, sucking along the top of your breast, before dragging the cup of your bra down and trailing across your sensitive flesh. He breaks free from your nipple with a loud pop, mouth swallowing your unspoken words with another searing kiss.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

“Steve,” you rasp out hollowly, his fingers creeping along the hem of your dress, inching the floaty skirt up and up until he can feel the edge of your underwear, index and middle finger seeking out your already slick center. “Oh — nnng — been only a couple of hours.”

“And even that’s too long, honey.” He rubs lazy circles against your clit, relishing the way your body trembles in his arms, mouth curving up at the low whine that punches from you when he dips a finger in, opening you up for him. “Wanna kiss you here. Can I?”

You shouldn’t — you’re in a public place, you know that. But there’s something alluring about the image of Steve Harrington dropping down onto his knees before you that reduces your thoughts to nothingness, head dipping rapidly as you press your lower spine to the sink countertop for support, heart hammering loudly in your ears. He tugs your underwear down your thighs, the skirt of your dress ruffling prettily against your hips, tucking the lacy scrap of material into his back pocket.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” His breath dances along your core, hot and inviting, tongue teasing along your clit, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. Those hazel eyes look up into yours as he flattens his tongue and licks into you, murmuring, “Keep your eyes on me, baby” into your heated flesh. “Look at me.”

He’s an expert at this point on unraveling you. Has spent the better part of weeks fucking you against practically every surface of your home, learning the best ways to have you crying out his name. But there’s something salacious about it now — how he feasts on you in the dimly lit room, people outside, the sounds of your slick and his greedy moans spurring on your racketing desire.

Drives you closer and closer to the edge fast, chest heaving wildly with your panted, “I want your cock.”

He grips the backs of your thighs tighter, sucking on your clit until your eyes roll back in your head, fingers tangling in his hair tight. You’re jealous of his hand rubbing against his own cock, hard in his jeans, straining against tight denim, and you grip him tighter with a whine.

“Steve.” His eyes flicker up to your face as you shamelessly beg for him. “Need you to fuck me. Right now. Please.”

Never keen on making you wait, Steve turns you around, your hips bumping against the countertop, hands splayed against the cool marble. Behind you, you catch the image of Steve loosening the buckle on his belt, the metal clasp clanging in your ears, followed up by the tug of his zipper downward. His cock is freed and the dress is hiked up over the swell of your ass, back arching a little needy for him.

“Ready for me, sweetheart?”

You drop down to your elbows, feeling the tip of him against your entrance, keening with the ache to be full of him. To be so full until all you see is stars dancing behind your eyes.

When he pushes in, you both sigh at the way it feels like coming home. A deep, throaty sound that spills into the empty bathroom, hearts pounding in tandem as he pulls back slowly before pushing forward to the hilt.

A hand drops to the curve your ass, spreading you open for him, watching as his cock disappears over and over again within you, slick with your need.

“Come on, baby,” he grounds out, the slap of his hips against the backs of your thighs echoing in the bathroom, driving your lust higher. “Let everyone know how good your husband fucks you.”

A white hot pleasure zings up your spine and you’re coming, fluttering, crashing around him, crying his name as his hips falter in their rhythm, his own end approaching. He’s spilling into you, warm between your thighs, body folding over your back as his kisses splay across the column of your spine. You’re vaguely aware he’s speaking. Terms of endearment and affection, whispers for you to stay still so he can clean you up.

Your chest is still heaving as he pulls the edges of your dress back down, hand reaching for your underwear in his back pocket when he teases, “No.”

“No?” you huff out with a pout, pressing a kiss to his neck, right where his pulse still thrums away.

“I’m keeping them.” He cradles you in his arms, your chest pressing against his, the warmth of him blocking out the chill in the air. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

A chill runs up your spine at his words, fingers wrapping around his free hand as he unlocks the door and an annoyed looking patron rushes in, cursing at the two of you for whatever they think you just did in the bathroom.

And as you approach the table, Eddie’s voice nearly shouting your name as you rush forward and crash into his arms, you can’t help but think this is the best holiday season you’ve had in a long while.

Here, with the people who matter most. Here, as Eddie eventually gets up onto stage and plays his heart out. As your friends all gather together, mouthing along to the words of the songs. Chrissy nearly falling into you in her drunken excitement, Robin and Nancy blissfully in their own world, Steve standing at your back, with a hand around your hips.

Here in the place you once called home with the people who now are home. Those you can run to, find cover, fall into. And behind you, the man whose heart is your home. A soft pillow to land on, a place to rest your head, the one your soul has unknowingly longed and searched for.

The one you have now found.

Perfect.

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You’re gasping. Breath falling in short pants, fingers spreading over Steve’s back, nails scraping into the heft of his muscle. His hips roll down into yours, endless strokes that have you seeing white, his words against your ear soft praises that make you whine soft and pretty in his ears.

The rest of the world sleeps within the home, except for you, Steve and the moonlight that spills in through your softly parted windows.

He’s hiking your thigh up around his hip, your back arching into the mattress, foot digging into his lower back. And he’s hitting that spot inside over and over again that has you muffling your moan into a pillow, his own face pressing into your sternum as he comes.

Chests heave with heavy breaths, bodies rolling over to seek one another — like magnets in the night, coming in close and tangling tight. His arms around your waist, your arms around his, hearts beating hard against sternums.

He lifts your left hand, kisses at the bands there, toys with the newest ring and rests it over his chest. Over his heart where you now reside. Your gaze follows the pathway, where you can feel it thrashing behind his ribcage, threatening to break free.

His eyes meet yours in the darkened room, mouth dropping against yours for a long, searing kiss that has your head spinning, swimming, spiraling. “Honey…”

It’s a whisper. A long sigh.

You lean into his palm as it rises to rest against your cheek, his thumb stroking long lines against your pretty features. Comforting, gentle, loving.

“Your ring,” he mutters after a while, sliding off the newest one, holding it up in the moonlight. “I want you to know, if I could do it again, I would mean every word. I would marry you again, in every universe.”

“Steve…”

“I love you,” he whispers, “I’ve never felt this way before, but I know it. I’m in love with you, sweetheart.”

And there it is. The words you’ve felt rattling around in your mind. The words you’ve been holding on your tongue for safe-keeping, waiting for the perfect moment to release them into the open.

I love you. I do. I love you. I do.

You lean down and kiss the planes of his face. The tops of his cheek, the curve of his jaw. His temples and forehead. The bump of his chin. The plush of his bottom lip, the bow of his upper lip.

When you fully press your lips against his, he rolls you beneath him, shoulders on either side of your head, keeping his weight off of your form. And he looks at you — he looks at you like he holds the world beneath him. Like you’re delicate and yet fierce and wholly his.

And you know in your heart you are. You are his, he is yours. Equally so.

“I’m in love with you, Steve,” you tell him, brushing at his cheek, feeling him smile as he leans into your palm. “I have been for a while now.”

So he loves you like that. Deeply and languidly, in the dying moonlight. Softly, until you shudder beneath him with his name a prayer on your lips. Until you catch your breath once more and roll over beside him and his arms find your waist in the night. Until you’re so wrapped within him that you don’t know where he starts and you end. And maybe that’s how it’s always been, how you know it’s always been meant to be, the promise of your vows and your love the sweetest balm to lull you both into blissful rest.

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figured the lovebirds deserved some happiness before the next two chapters. two more, and then the epilogue to go. let me know what you think, please. comments/reblogs/likes are encouraging to your creators. 🩷🩷

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #lunalovessteve

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egg-crusher · 7 months ago

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New the amazing digital circus chapter came out and I want to talk about it

First the Candy Canyon Kingdom is a very nice setting, is basically just sugar rush from wreck it Ralph but I still like it

I like how they foreshadowes Pomni’s escape from the test room at the beginning with her falling on a cube causing the colíderes to go awry y send her flying to the ceiling

Gumigoo was great, I like how to shows the AI’s not being evil since the made up story Caine made is him stealing the syrup for his village, and even after discovering his live was a lie he still tried to help his lads

On the topic of “non evil ai” after hearing how Gumigoo was a good guy and the Fudge calling the princess wretched, I for one second thought she would be a twist villain, but nope, she’s really a good person

I also like how Caine and Bubbles seems to be the most primitive AI’s

The princess is calm and nice, Gumigoo friends are dumb but in a cartoony and not AI like way, Gumigoo is very good at being like a human, even Fudge is aware his a despicable and disgusting creature (although not for the murders but that’s just how he was made)

Meanwhile Caine can’t read the room or understand human emotions besides boredom being bad for their stability while not understanding the problems of deleting NPC’s the players get attached to, unlike Gumigoo which understood revealing the truth would be bad for them

Also the test room not having Gumigoo’s mum but having Fudge implies Caine planned they would fall into the pit, and since they couldn’t escape from that situation without fudge’s help implies letting Fudge into the kingdom was the way the adventure was supposed to end

Specially since Fudge was programmed to be able to walk in land, why else’s would he need it?

Caine doesn’t understand what can and can’t help their mental health so he wouldn’t see anything wrong in letting Fudge into the Kingdom

I find really funny how Jax was the evilest guy in the situation, unlike the Gloinks, here there’s a nuisance on the history with Fudge just being a monster in a pit (kinda like Moana, Maui isn’t pure evil and Teka isn’t evil either, Tamatoa is just vibing and waiting to do evil) but Jax is the one who wants to destroy the kingdom for the laughs

Note:fudge reminds me of “the great mighty POO” of conkers bad fur day

Also I really like how they didn’t brush of Kaufmo and showed they actually cared for him and is ultimately this act of kindness the thing that helps Pomni to see the circus as family

Note:notice how she didn’t add kinger to the ones saving her, maybe he didn’t appear because his hand wouldn’t be recognizable with the shading and all that but is still worth to mention

Also I like how Kinger acts supportive but forgets what he was saying mid sentence, I don’t know if he was faking madness or he’s really damaged. But I like how he really cares

Also the humans can just not go to Caine’s adventures like Zooble does which shows Caine isn’t evil but misguided

And before last I want to mention Caine not allowing other npcs in the grounds, he’s silence after saying “who knows what might happen” implies something, and seeing how some of the doors in the pilot have the faces of the mannequins implies he use to allow npcs but something happen

This makes me theorize someone MIGHT be a NPC, my money is on Kinger since he’s borderline unhinged and lasted for way too long to be normal

Also that would explain why there was a Queener, since the possibility of two humans getting the matching avatars is too small it makes me thing the two were NPC’s and during the accident Queener got deleted by something or someone and the only reason Kinger hasn’t abstracted is because he isn’t a human, him being a npc also explains how he knows so much of the circus

He might have been from a time NPC’s we’re allowed to be self aware of the circus being digital, maybe that’s why Caine hasn’t upgraded his AI since that would risk him going crazy or give up like Gumigoo almost goes

Also Maybe Kinger mental state must be because of Caine, if Caine deleted Queener then Kinger must have been angry but for some reason Caine choose to make him forget making Kinger the forgetful king he is now days but Caine must have forgotten about Kinger being a NPC

this is the same Caine who let that unfinished exit door roam around which caused Kaufmo to get abstracted, it wouldn’t surprise me he also forgot Kinger was a NPC

And for last I want to mention the last scene being a direct parallel of the last scene of the pilot, all the crew is reunited and Pomni comes to a realization as a version of the theme song starts

Except of being massive and dreadful, here is hopeful and calm. Instead of looking at the camera and ignoring everyone while going crazy with a crazy smile filled with despair, she focuses on the others and genuinely smiles

The camera starts moving away but in a much slower manner as the music slowly ends with a simple calm piano instead of a massive chaotic orchestra

The finale of episode 2 is a opposite of the pilot, being a small note of hope compared to the dreadful realization of Episode 1

#the amazing digital circus #pomni #gummigoo #Zooble #princess loolilalu #fudge #tadc caine #caine #jax #tadc ragatha #tadc kinger #tadc queener #theory #analysis

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wanderersbell · 2 years ago

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lost and found

wanderer x gn!reader

genre: fluff, modern!au

warnings: none

word count: 4444

✧.* when a lost cat drags in your very snarky and attractive apartment neighbor, you end up with a bit more than you bargained for.

for the modern au writing event at @yae-publishing-house

it’s nearly the middle of the night when you see her for the first time - a little white cat huddled up by the staircase of your apartment building. your feet are aching from running around all day and your knees are on the brink of giving out from exhaustion, but you don’t even hesitate to approach her and crouch down to get closer the moment you take notice.

she chirps in surprise and stands up to greet you right away, brushing her cold pink nose against your hand and dragging her body against you affectionately with her tail twitching happily in the air.

“aww, sweet girl,” you whisper in a soft voice while scratching lightly around her ears. “aren’t you cold out here?”

the cat of course does not understand this, but she still meows once you finish talking before bumping her head against your hand in response. her fur is lightly covered in dirt and dust from being outdoors and she isn’t wearing a collar which would normally indicate a stray, but she’s so friendly that you can’t help but gnaw your lip in worry.

it’s not abnormal to see homeless cats in the area, and all of which are well taken care of by the people in the neighborhood, but what if she’s somebody’s lost pet? what if she hasn’t eaten in days and nobody has seen or fed her?

these thoughts are what have you ignoring the pain in your legs and jogging to the convenience store a few blocks away to pick up some cans of wet food. thanks to it being ridiculously late on a tuesday night the building is entirely empty aside from the cashier, so in record time you’re able to secure the goods and return to the little white cat that’s still waiting patiently under the concrete steps where you left her.

as soon as the lid is off the can she’s circling around your feet and meowing so you’re quick to set it down and let her at it. just as you had feared, she scarfs it down in under a minute before turning to you with her big green eyes like she’s asking for more. she probably hadn’t eaten for a while, and your chest flutters with anxiety about what to do in this situation.

animals aren’t allowed in this complex, so if she’s a pet she’s likely from the neighborhood nearby and ended up here after escaping her house. surely they have some sort of community group where everyone in the area can report things like porch thefts and lost animals, so you take your phone out to snap a few pictures of her while she continues to lazily brush against your legs.

“i’m sorry i can’t bring you inside,” you say to her sadly, slipping off your jacket to fold up and place under the steps for her to lay on. “i’ll make sure people know you’re missing, so stay here okay? i’ll bring you food again tomorrow.”

she once again meows very politely when you finish, and it takes everything in you to start walking up the stairs to your door and leave her behind knowing she’s stuck out here in the cold all night. when you finally get inside and kick your shoes off the first thing you do is download a neighborhood forum app and make a missing animal report, and it’s only seconds after that when you flop down on your bed and are out like a light.

the next morning, she isn’t there.

your jacket is still where you left it and covered in white fur from her laying on it, but the cat herself is nowhere to be found. you still leave an open can of food for her anyways, but the rest of the day while you’re out all you can think about is whether or not she’s safe and if you’ll ever see her again.

nobody has responded to the report you made last night yet, not even a single like left on the post despite the page having gotten multiple views, and you’re tempted to post in a few other neighborhoods nearby by decide to hold off and see if she comes back before jumping the gun.

later that night when you finally return, she’s curled up on your jacket under the stairs again. a tidal wave of relief rushes through you as you reach into your bag to pull out a can of food and peel the lid off.

alerted by the sound, the little white cats’ head shoots up and she’s already padding her way over to you before her eyes have even fully focused on the source of the noise. when she realizes it’s you, a series of delighted trills leave her throat and it takes everything in you not to scoop her up into your arms and baby her.

you sit with her for a bit longer after she finishes eating before bidding her goodnight and reminding her to stay put until tomorrow.

it’s only minutes after you’ve fled the scene that someone else who had also taken up the task of looking out for this cat for the time being approaches the stairs and clicks their tongue in annoyance at the sight of an empty can of food.

when tomorrow comes around, if she’s still there and nobody has responded to your post, you make an oath to yourself that you’ll sneak her inside and risk the consequences of doing so. it’s certainly more trouble than it’s worth, but you can’t sleep knowing she’s out there all by herself and the fleeting thought of her being taken by someone else and stuck in a shelter fills you with dread throughout the night.

she’s not there in the morning again, but you still leave an open can out for her like yesterday and have a little more confidence this time that she’ll still be waiting under the stairs when the day is over.

as expected, the sight that greets you as the moon hangs high in the sky when you finally reach the entrance to your complex is a sound asleep bundle of white fur on a jacket.

tonight is the night that you’ll take her up to your apartment and look after her, but you decide to let her eat first while you think up a backup plan in case picking her up and carrying her won’t work. a small smile sits on your face as you kneel next to her and watch her eat, lazily scratching up and down her back while she purrs between each bite.

“so you’re the one who’s been feeding my cat.” a male’s voice rings out from somewhere behind you.

you jump at the sound and snap your head around to face the source, the white feline slipping away from your hand to slink over to the person who spoke and meow at his feet expectantly. about ten feet away, with his arms crossed over his chest, stands the most attractive guy you have ever seen in your life.

the first thing you notice is his eyes - a vivid violet ocean encapsulated in his irises as he glares down at your hunched form. there’s a small amount of bright red eyeliner smudged under his waterline in a tiny wing that perfectly compliments his complexion and distracts you so much that you almost don’t see the two black rings in his bottom lip, to which your stomach does a little flip upon noticing. cropped indigo hair frames his face delicately, a sharp contrast against his ivory skin that looks soft and unblemished from where you’re crouching.

when you finally recover from how unfairly gorgeous he is and process his words, your brows crease together in a frown.

“your cat?” you can only watch helplessly as the white feline stretches up on her back legs and balances herself against his shins until he reaches down and scoops her up.

“yeah, obviously.” his tone is sarcastic as he gestures to the animal in his arms with a nod.

“then why does your cat live outside?” when you finally push yourself to your feet you realize he’s no taller than you are, standing at perfect eye level as you regard him with a suspicious look.

what kind of terrible person leaves their pet outside? it’s clear to you that he’s bullshitting and the cat isn’t really his, but if he’s so keen on being a jerk about it then he can have the same energy in return.

he purses his lips (curse those metal rings glinting under the fluorescent stair lights) and tilts his head back in a mocking manner. “she’s mine because she likes me the most.”

we’ll see about that.

“c’mere kitty, pspspsps.” at the sound of your voice the cat squirms out of his hold and pads over to you with a series of sweet little meows. the smug look you send him as you lean down to scratch her ears has his jaw visibly clenching with irritation.

“also, what’s so wrong with me feeding your cat?” you continue. “shouldn’t you be grateful?”

“grateful? she’s going to end up fat if we both feed her.” the man huffs.

“okay? so then stop feeding her.”

“no,” he retorts. “you stop feeding her. i was doing it first.”

“well that’s a shame. what do you want me to do about it? shall we take turns?” your tone is heavily sarcastic as you suggest this, and you’re positive that if looks could kill you’d be six feet under by now.

“what, like divorced parents? isn’t that always rough on the kids?” he counters and shakes his head. “she deserves better so just let me handle it.”

you look him up and down suspiciously, trying your best to ignore how hot he is. “why should i? i don’t know you.”

“are you-“ he releases an aggrieved sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “fine, then let her choose.”

the cat, who’s sitting patiently watching you both exchange heated remarks, doesn't move a muscle. thirty tense seconds pass while she just looks between you and him with mild confusion, her tail flicking softly behind her until she gets bored and slinks off to go curl up on your discarded jacket, leaving the two of you standing in defeat.

“just let me take her inside.” you sigh, too tired to keep this up.

the man looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “inside? are you crazy? we aren’t allowed to have pets.”

“okay, and?” you shrug. “you’re telling me that wasn’t also your plan?”

his eyes close and he seems to be contemplating something for a few seconds before speaking up again.

“one more night.”

“what?”

“one more night and if she chooses you tomorrow, i won’t argue.” he explains carefully, red lined violet eyes watching you closely. “but if she picks me, i’m taking her instead.”

reluctant to agree but unwilling to back down, you give a short nod and the deal is set. you both turn away at the same time without another word.

the next day, as the two of you meet under the stairwell at the same time and the tiny white cat beelines past you towards the man who wears a grin so smug it has your hands clenching into fists in irritation.

“have you even had a cat before?” you begin interrogating him, failing at trying not to be jealous over the whole thing. “do you even have everything you need? do you have electrical wires hidden and things she could eat and choke on picked up?”

he looks like he wants to argue, but instead shuts his mouth in a thin line and turns his head the other way, bangs falling into his eyes with the action.

“…no.”

with a defeated groan you drop your head into your hands and heave a large sigh.“we’re going to the store then. you need a litter box so she needs to stay out here until you do.”

“wait- we’re going to the store?” he asks, clearly against the idea of you tagging along. “why can’t i-“

“c’mon.” he pauses when you turn on your heel to start walking the other way, leaving him momentarily perplexed while staring after your retreating form.

there’s a place open for another hour down the road that should have everything you need, and you’re determined to not let the cat sleep out in the for cold another night so even though you can’t stand this guy, you may as well do it for her.

after swearing under his breath the man speed walks to catch up to you. the walk there is completely silent and neither of you acknowledges each other once, but once you walk through the sliding doors into the building you look over at him and wait until he meets your eyes.

“i’ll grab the litter, you grab the food. it’s that way.” you say while pointing to the isle. without another word, you take off towards your destination and spend a few minutes checking prices on different brands.

it’s not long before the man returns to your side with a small bag in his hand and you realize a little too late that of course he would have no idea which kind of food to pick.

“put that back,” you tell him while grabbing a case of litter.

“what? why?” he asks sharply, looking slightly offended.

“that brand is bad for them.” you explain while following hin back to the food isle. he’s visibly vexed as he trails after you.

“if it’s bad for them then why would they sell it?” the man deadpans.

“good question. here, grab this one.”

silently, he takes the bag from you and you lead him down a few other isles to grab things like food and water dishes and a small pack of mouse toys with bells before taking everything to self checkout. he’s strangely quiet the entire time, just letting you do your thing after having no choice but to accept that he knows nothing on the matter, and you can’t help but find it a bit endearing.

when you scan the items, the man hovers behind you silently until you pull out your wallet to pay. he rudely shoves you aside with his shoulder and swipes his card before you can even begin to protest, but anything you were about to say dissipates into thin air and is replaced upon seeing the name on his card.

“kunikuzushi?” you ask with mild surprise, reading the letters out loud.

the man’s shoulder tense up at the sound of his name coming from your lips but he’s quick to recover and clicks his tongue.

“don’t call me that.” he grumbles, typing in his pin with a little more force than necessary. despite his irritation expression, there’s a hint of amusement in the way he speaks that makes you think he truly is just putting up an act.

you watch him for a few beats to figure out if he’s serious or not before humming and nodding like you’ve just come to a conclusion.

“kuni it is then.”

kuni snaps his head around to glare at you, but the pink flush that stains the tips of his ears and cheekbones gives him away. “don’t call me that either.”

you give him an innocent smile and reach around him to grab the receipt and bag before heading to the exit, not bothering to wait and see if he follows. as expected, his footsteps approach from behind.

“cant believe i’m stuck living in the same complex as you.” kuni hisses under his breath when he catches up. you find yourself staring at his lip rings for a moment before ripping your eyes away.

“speaking of that,” you start to say, completely ignoring his prior words. “how long have you lived there? why haven’t i seen you before?”

kuni looks like he’d rather not answer, huffing an exasperated sigh. “around five months now.”

he won’t tell you much, but you force a little more small talk out of him until the two of you finally arrive back at the complex and scoop up the cat to bring her inside. she doesn’t make a sound once on the way up, and you can’t help but thank her silently for keeping quiet since you’re definitely not supposed to be doing this.

when you step inside, kuni’s apartment is clean and organized and dark just as you had expected. the walls are almost completely bare save for a few band posters and the only things decorating the small living room are a black leather couch and a tv on a simple glass stand. it takes no time at all to set things up while the white cat sniffs around the house and takes in her new surroundings.

the litter box gets tucked into a corner of the bathroom, the food and water dishes set on a mat by the kitchen counter, and a few toys are laid out around the place where she can bat them around as she pleases.

“you have to let me come visit whenever i want.” you demand when you’re finally being shooed out of the front door by him.

“what? absolutely not.” kuni snaps, turning back to give you an offended look.

“you have to! wouldn’t she be sad if she never saw me again? divorced parents both still get to see the kids.” you insist with full seriousness.

kuni watches you quietly, absentmindedly moving his lip rings back and forth with his tongue before sighing in defeat.

“fine, whatever.” he concedes. you’re about to pump your fist in delight, but he stops you to finish. “you can visit once a month.”

“one a week.”

“no.” he argues.

“please.”

your begging seems to do the trick, because kuni’s shoulders quickly drop in defeat when you look up at him with pleading eyes. “are you serio- fine. once a week.” he grumbles. “just get out now, it’s late.”

and so, because you’re fairly certain he’ll let you get away with it, you start showing up every night to see her.

kuni acts like it’s the biggest inconvenience ever when you turn up at his door every time after that, but he never denies you entry, begrudgingly stepping aside and letting you coddle the little white cat that lives with him.

you tell him about your day even if he insists he doesn’t care, and still listens intently and tells you about his when you ask in return. you learn more about him this way. he won’t tell you exactly what his job is, only that he works from home and occasionally takes small trips to collect something from people. it’s vague and makes no sense to you, but you don’t pry more than that.

he’ll sit on the couch while you kneel on the floor and throw her toys around, watching you laugh and fawn over her until he eventually kicks you out.

you discover that he’s actually incredibly easy to get along with, nowhere near as cold and unapproachable as he looks at first sight. he’s attentive and clever and loves nothing more than to laugh at your expense, but you find that you don’t mind letting him if it means you get to see the frown slip off of his face, even if just for a moment.

this little routine continues for almost an entire month before one night, kuni shoves his phone in your face with a grim expression. after pushing it away a bit to actually be able to see the screen, your heart sinks into the pit of your stomach.

it’s a missing pet post, with images of the little white cat attached.

after reading a bit, the situation becomes clear. her family had gone on vacation and hired someone to watch her, but that person let her escape and never said a word about it. her family didn't find out until they returned to her being gone, and were now clearly frantically searching for her and hoping she was still alive.

“oh no,” you whisper sadly, looking towards the feline who’s happily curled up on the couch. when you meet kuni’s eyes, he almost looks a bit torn.

“i’m calling them tomorrow.” he informs you bluntly.

“wait, but-“ you start, trying to ignore the stinging burn of tears that threaten to fill your eyes. seeing the cat, seeing him, has become something to look forward to in the last month. the thought of seeing her go has a lump forming in your throat, bringing with it the selfish urge to keep her for yourself instead of doing the right thing and taking her back.

“her family needs her. she needs to go home.” kuni says in a way that shows he’s trying his best to be sympathetic.

even though he seems fine for the most part, there’s no way he isn’t going to miss her. he took the risk of letting her stay with him, and went out of his way to make sure she was comfortable and well taken care of.

“i know, you’re right. i just…” you trail off quietly, fingernails digging into your palms.

kuni meets your eyes, and a moment of silent understanding rushes between you like a heavy current.

“i know.”

the next day, she gets returned to her very relieved family. kuni takes care of it since you’re not home, and then a week passes by, as slow and miserable as ever. you have no reason to go over to kuni’s apartment anymore, so you haven’t spoken to him since, and every night you go straight to your own place and spend the evenings by yourself.

it’s impossible not to miss the sweet little cat, the pleasant trill of her meows and the softness of her sides rubbing against your legs.

but it’s even more impossible not to miss kuni. the way he always waited for you to stop talking before he answered, the way he would open and close the door for you even while telling you to get out of his hair, the sound of his stifled laughter when you would trip over a cat toy or mess up your words.

one night, when you come home late as per usual, kuni is sitting at the bottom of the stairs appearing bored out of his mind. you don’t even notice him at first, but when you do your whole body freezes in fear until you realize who it is.

“you scared me!” you accuse sharply, slightly irked by the unapologetic look on his face.

he’s as attractive as ever, his red lined eyes creased together in amusement as he watches you gather your bearings. it may just be a trick of the light, but kuni seems almost nervous as he stands up and approaches you.

“did you eat dinner?” he asks while shoving his hands into his sweatshirt pockets, shifting his weight from one foot to another.

“um,” you respond intelligently, willing your eyes not to stray away to his lip rings. “no?”

he clicks his tongue and turns to start climbing up the stairs. “then come on.”

you follow after him wordlessly, having an internal battle the whole way up over whether or not he just asked you out or if you’re reading way too much into this.

why was he even waiting for you tonight? he barely managed to put up with you whenever you came to pester him and the cat, so there’s no way he’s actually interested in you… right?

“you eat meat, yeah?” kuni asks as he opens the door for you and waits for you to step inside. his apartment is the same as you remember, the only difference being one less cat and a navy throw blanket folded over the back of the couch.

brushing off the way it makes your heart twinge sadly, you take off your shoes and nod. “yeah, i do.”

“good.”

in the next thirty minutes of comfortable silence that pass, you find yourself sitting on the couch and helplessly watching as kuni moves around the kitchen and prepares something with practiced ease. the sleeves of his sweatshirt are rolled up to his elbows as he works, showing off his pale forearms in an all too distracting way.

his bangs keep falling into his eyes and every time he tries to blow them out of the way you have to fight back a smile. his hair was a bit shorter when you had first met, so he must be due for a haircut by now.

it’s strange to think that in the last month you had managed to become so fond of this grumpy stranger who nearly tried to fight you over a lost cat, but there’s no denying the way your heart rate picks up when he glances over and catches you staring every now and then.

as the delicious smell of stir fry fills the place and your mouth water uncontrollably, you make your way over to the small dining table and take a seat at one of the chairs. kuni carries two plates over and places them down before sitting opposite of you.

“sooo,” you finally break the silence. “what’s all this about?”

“eat.” kuni ignores you, gesturing to your plate with his fork.

“but i-“

“eat.” he repeats himself, a bit louder than last time. his violet eyes narrow in your direction when you raise a teasing brow at him.

“fine.” you huff. when you stab some of the food with your fork and shovel it into your mouth, you can’t stop the shock that spreads over your face as the flavor hits your tongue.

“it’s good!” you gush in genuine surprise. you never would have thought he was good at cooking.

“of course it is.” kuni says proudly, finally digging into his own portion. he gives a small satisfactory hum as he chews, and you feel your heart twinge again - this time for another reason entirely.

“come over again for dinner tomorrow.” he says with no room for negotiation before taking another bite and avoiding your eyes. the tips of his ears are visibly pink despite the low light and you agree easily with a muffled laugh.

“why are you looking at me like that?” kuni asks suspiciously after he swallows his mouthful, realizing you’ve been watching him a few moments later.

you smile knowingly and look away. “no reason.”

it seems that as fate would have it, finding that little lost white cat was only the beginning.

#yaepublishinghouse #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #genshin impact #my writing

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cyfics · 2 years ago

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Title: Shoto’s Shell

Warnings: NSFW! Mistress, mentions of breeding; etc…

Pairing: Cat Hybrid! Todoroki X Reader

Pronouns: she/her AFAB

Synopsis: A chapter from my story on aO3 “Day Job”

Word count: 2K!

Note: unedited + unproof read

On aO3 as Cyfics

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You handed the boys each of their specially picked out collars and awaited their reactions! You handed the first one to Shoto “wow this is.. really beautiful, thank you Mistress.” Shoto bowed his head at you and accepted the gift “I’ve told you before Shoto! You can just call me Y/n.” You reached out and pet his head.

Shoto blushed shyly from the contact, head lowered as he continued to stare at the gift in his hands. He wasn’t sure how to feel right now but he knew that he felt good, it felt right to him for you to give him gifts and spoil him like this. “Alright Mistress Y/n.” You sighed, hopefully one day he’d learn.

“Me next me next!” Eijiro bounced in place as he awaited impatiently, you gave a small smile before holding it out to him. Eijiro snatched the crimson collar from your hands and immediately put it on himself to showcase to Katsuki! “Look at me! It’s red!” Eijiro was elated.

“Whatever shitty hair, where’s mine?” Katsuki brushed Eijiro off and bumped him as he held his hand out expectedly. “D-Don’t be impolite Kacchan..” Izuku held softly onto his bunny ears and glanced away “Whatever I’ll do what I want.

Hand the collar over lady.” You quickly chucked the collar to him so he wouldn’t be upset with you much longer.

“Camouflage?” He started to inspect it, it looked as if he thought it was distasteful “I can get you a different one if you’d like-“ you began to offer “No! I’m wearing it and it’s mine!” Katsuki shouted before quickly running off and putting it on “Very manly bro!” Eijiro shifted into his dog form and began to chase after Katsuki in the next room.

Denki sniffed at your arm to remind you he was there, you chuckled at his actions before gently passing over the special collar you got him “sweet! This is awesome, thank you Y/n!” He put it on excitedly before running away in Fox form, he probably didn’t want anyone to steal his precious shiny collar.

“And for you, Izuku.” You showed him the pretty dainty green collar from the store and his eyes went wide, his whole face brightened and he quickly took it off your hands. You watched as he put it on and immediately softened in place, it looked like he was melting. “I love it! It’s perfect! Thank you Y-Y/n!” Izuku shifted on each foot.

“Y/n, I don’t mean to be a bother but my fur coat hasn’t had a comb in a while.” Shoto crossed his arms and glanced at you, you were a bit surprised “oh I apologise Shoto! I could grab a brush for you?” You asked him. You watched as Shoto’s face darkened, he gasped softly and looked away from you “O-Of course Mistress Y/n.” He had never stammered before.

His words and even stature were all perfect so why now did he look disheartened? “Y/n! You’re making him do it himself?” Izuku looked as if he had just watched you kill someone “Am I not supposed to? I apologise Shoto I thought that you’d prefer to do it on your own!” You exclaimed “if a hybrid suggests grooming to their owner they’re trusting the owner to do it for them!” Izuku explained like a little nerd.

“It’s alright Mistress really, you don’t need to trouble yourself.” Shoto walked off to his self assigned bedroom which he hadn’t even began to decorate yet, all of his decorations continuing to sit out in the car. You ran after him feeling guilty, following close behind him up the stair way “Shoto! I didn’t mean to upset you!” You apologised.

You stood in the doorway of Shoto’s room, remembering the *only* important thing that your father had told you about his animals. If they have a self assigned space then you need to ask permission before entering, you huffed as you tried to catch your breath. Shoto was sulking with his knees against his chest under the covers.

“Shoto! Could I come in please?” It took a moment for him to respond “Yes Mistress.” You slowly made your way inside, the room was mainly empty except for his bed and dresser which also was empty. You sat on the edge of Shoto’s bed and frowned “Shoto I’m truly sorry, if you’d like I can groom your fur now?” You asked him.

“Sure..” he slowly removed his blanket off his head before crawling over and laying his head in your lap, you were quite suprised! You were sure he wanted you to groom his cat self! Shoto passed you a comb from his pocket, you weren’t sure as to where he got it but you took it from him and got to work.

You gently began to brush through his hair, his very very soft and smooth hair. You were careful as to not hurt his delicate head as you brushed any knots out, your brushing haltered for a moment when you heard a soft mewling come from under your touch. “Shoto? Are you alright?” Your question obviously flustered him.

Shoto’s face turned red and he immediately hopped up and backed up on the bed “I apologise Mistress Y/n! I didn’t mean to make such a vulgar noise in your presence!” Shoto apologised profusely “it’s alright Shoto, it was quite cute actually, come back and let me finish.” You pulled him into your arms and kept brushing him.

Every so often Shoto would mewl, hands reaching out into the air as if he was making biscuits. “Does this feel good Shoto?” You chuckled as you watched his revel in the attention “Yes Mistress!” He seemed to be getting more comfortable by the minute.

Shoto was saddened when you pulled away saying you were finished “you are?” He sat up and frowned. “I can keep patting you if you like?” You started giving him scritches from behind his ears, Shoto immediately started purring and rested his head on your shoulder.

“A-Ah Mistress. Be careful around my ears please they’re very sensitive to me.” Shoto was turning red all over now, his ears twitching under your touch. “I’m so sorry Shoto did that hurt you?” You asked with great concern “N-No, Mistress Y/n.. quite the opposite actually.” Shoto turned his head away from you bashfully.

“So it felt good?” Your eyes widened with realisation after figuring out what that meant “I’m so sorry Mistress I should’ve explained-“ you cut him off by touching his ears again. Shoto squeaked at first before relaxing into your touch and purring against you, his face nuzzled against your neck “W-Why are you..” he sighed breathlessly.

“Is this alright?” You asked him “Yes, Mistress.” Shoto nodded his head at you. You weren’t sure what was encouraging you to do this, maybe it was how cute he looked or maybe it was the fact you hadn’t been laid in months that was getting to you. “You’re such a pretty boy Shoto.” You praised him “yes, I am a pretty boy!” Shoto agreed eagerly.

Shoto sat in your lap with his knees on either side of your thighs, hands grasping your shoulders as his head resided against your neck. You felt him grow harder every moment as you were stimulating his ears “A-ah..” Shoto breathed out heavily, his hips beginning to roll against yours.

“I- I wanna breed you please..” Shoto whined. Breeding? You didn’t wanna get pregnant just yet “I’m not letting you cum inside me Shoto, if you wanna do this you’re gonna have to wear a condom.” You we’re strict telling him he couldn’t impregnate you. “Aw.. please, Mistress? I won’t ask for anything ever again!” He begged of you.

“No. Here, put this on Shoto.” Shoto was upset about it but took the condom from your fingers that you dished from out of the bottom of the mattress. Shoto eagerly started to strip for you, his top you have him coming off and onto the floor, next he started to slide down his bottoms. You watched as his tail uncurled and started swaying side to side happily.

You didn’t make Shoto wait any longer, your hands grasping at your own clothes and quickly removing them. “You’re so pretty Mistress, if there were shows for humans I’m sure you’d win them just for beauty alone.” Shoto commented as he admired your body “they do Shoto.” You smiled softly at him “You should sign up and show them this beauty..” Shoto eagerly crawled on top of you.

Your back laid up against the blankets, Shoto’s arms on either side of your head. Shoto slid his underwear off and started putting the condom on, complaining to himself about how he wanted to breed you and for you two to have little kittens together. You rolled your eyes at him light heartedly, you just couldn’t get pregnant right now.

Shoto pressed up against your entrance ready to enter but you stopped him “Shoto, you have to prep your partner first for sex! Otherwise it could seriously hurt.” You explain to him just in time. He pulls back “I apologise Mistress, I got a little ahead of myself there..” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he gets between your legs.

He brings his hand up and brushes his knuckles up against your hot cunt, it was radiating heat against his hand. Shoto spread out his hand and used two fingers to start rubbing at your clit in a circular motion, eyes focused on your cunt beginning to drip with slick.

You shifted on the bed, hips unable to stop moving up against his hand. Shoto continued to flick your clit for a little while, your reactions amusing him and his antics. You were just about ready to tell him off for teasing you until he slid a finger inside of you, your hole twitching against his singular finger.

“Mistress you’re very warm inside, very wet too.” Shoto commented as he started pumping the finger inside of you, figuring out pretty easily that he could effortlessly fit in another. Now he began to pump you with his two fingers, the tips of his fingers curling up and hitting against the sweetest of spots “Ah- that feels good..” you groaned.

Shoto continued to bask in your praise and continued to happily finger your eager hole, “I- I think I’m ready for you now Shoto.” You managed to get out. Shoto was happy to hear this, immediately crawling over you and placing himself between your legs up against your dripping entrance.

Shoto slid inside with ease, halting his movements for a moment to make sure you were okay before bucking his hips up against you. Shoto’s hands moved to grab at your torso, trying to move you down against him as he thrusted upwards into you. You bit down on your lip trying not to let out any loud noises, scared of the others hearing you.

“M-Mistress..” Shoto choked out as his cock was rubbing up against your warm and inviting walls. “S-Shoto, call me Y/n please.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kept thrusting into you “Y/n! It feels good!” Shoto mewled “I wanna cum inside of you, pump you fill of a litter of kittens!” Shoto began moving his hips against you faster.

You didn’t stop him as his began to stutter, his legs trembling a little as he released into the condom he was wearing. Shoto tiredly flipped on top of you, trying to just be as close with you as possible for the moment “Shoto, are you alright? Did you feel safe during that?” You caressed his tired head. Shoto nodded at you and looked at you through half lidded eyes “And you, Y/n?” He asked.

“I was fine. How about we clean you up and we go back down to the others hey?” You suggested. Shoto nodded his head tiredly “I can wipe you down if you just wanna have a little nap if you want Shoto?” You asked him “Yes please Y/n..” he pulled out of you and rolled onto the side of his bed.

You took the condom off of him and disposed of it, quickly getting yourself dressed before sneaking out the door to the upstairs bathroom to grab him a warm wet rag. You returned to the sleeping boy and wiped him down, covering him with the sheets before leaving again. Making sure to come up again later to leave him a bottle of water for when he awakened.

“Hey Y/n where’ve you been! We missed you!” Denki pouts “he doesn’t speak for all of us, ey Eijiro?” Katsuki crosses his arms upon seeing you “I missed you the most!” Eijiro ran over to you and jumped in your arms “Eh- Shitty hair.. Tch” Bakugou sucked his teeth.

#bnha #anime #bnha smut #bnha x reader #my hero academia #mha headcanons #bnha x reader smut #bnha fanfiction #bnha au #bnha x y/n #todoroki x y/n #todoroki smut #archive of our own #mha smut #my hero academia smut #boku no hero smut #boku no hero academia smut #shoto todoroki smut

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honeycomb-fics · 2 years ago

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Furbaby

Paring: Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Genre: Just Fluff

Summary: Your boyfriend visits your apartment for the first time and meets your cat 💕

Word count: ~1,200

(This is a repost from my old bnha blog trash-imagines-bnha. I would assume this was written around 2018/2019)

The two of you huddled together under the shared umbrella, arms brushing against each other in an attempt to keep dry on the walk to your apartment. You could feel the pit of nervousness start to form in your stomach at the idea of Aizawa coming over your place for the first time. The two of you had been seeing each other for awhile; however, decided it would be best to take things slow and proceed with caution seeing that the both of you were teachers at UA.

You had gradually taken time to get to know each other by small dates after school hours and meeting up together in quiet cafes to grade papers together late into the evening hours. You had learned that your partner was not one for grand romantic gestures, but that suited you just fine. You had grown accustomed to his casual style of dating and enjoyed the fact that he was willing to spend his precious free time with you despite the fact that he looked completely exhausted half time. Often ignoring your pleas for him to take care of himself properly and get more rest, little did you know how much it warmed Aizawa’s heart that you often expressed such genuine concern for him. It was one of your qualities that worn down the walls he built up around himself that slowly allowed him to let you in over time.

As the two of you turned the corner onto your block, your nerves started to get the best of you. Also being on the reserved side yourself, you didn’t often have visitors at your place and you weren’t exactly accustomed to having someone in your personal space. You longed to take your relationship a step further with Aizawa; however, you worried what impressions he might make of you based on your living space.

After all, this was a big step for the two of you, even if he was just coming over to watch a movie while the two of you.. Yet again graded even more papers. The workload for a UA teacher seemed to be honestly never ending. Suddenly, you remembered your adorable puff of fur that was sure to be impatiently waiting for you to arrive back from work. She was a recent addition to your life, recently you had stumbled across her alone and abandoned, and of course you couldn’t just leave a stray baby alone to fend for herself. You were a hero, and she needed rescuing. Just thinking about her scampering about your feet begging to be fed as soon as you walked through the door eased your anxiety and brought a smile to your face.

Looking down Aizawa took note of your serene expression and couldn’t help but feel the corners of his lips pull slightly upwards as well, “Thinking about something good?”

His words immediately pulling you out of your daze, remembering that you had not yet had the chance to talk with him about the exciting new addition to your life, “Actually there is something I should warn you about before we get to my apartment,” you said with a smile, “It’s my little girl, she hasn’t been around new people much so I’m not exactly sure how she will react to you. Try not to get offended if she is afraid of you.”

Aizawa’s grip on the umbrella tightened as he staggered slightly, your ‘little girl’. How had you not mentioned you had a child this entire time? It wasn’t necessarily a deal breaker for him, but he was skeptical that you clearly felt the need to hide this fact from him.

He cleared his throat in an attempt to gather his composure, “H-how old is she?”

“Hmm she’s around a year old. Still pretty young but she’s quite rambunctious. I’m actually excited for you to finally meet her, she’s the absolute cutest” You continued to gush about how perfect and adorable your “little girl” was completely unaware of the growing ball of anxiety that you were reducing your boyfriend to.

As the two of you approached the door of your apartment he asked “So.. she’s been alone all day?”

You gave him an amused look, not quite understand his misguided concern, “Well, yeah.. She doesn’t exactly need around the clock care. I do dote on her sometimes but she’s perfectly capable for fending for herself occasionally. Trust me, she’s spoiled enough” You laughed dismissing his concerns.

Aizawa continued to stare at you bewildered at your parenting techniques and was questioning himself on how he could have made such a grave error in reading your personality as he had. He opened his mouth to finally voice his distaste when you finally pushed the apartment door open and he heard a loud squeak come from inside followed by small pitter patters on the wood flooring.

You grabbed his hand tugging him inside, “Quick! Sometimes she has a habit of slipping outside when I’m not being diligent. She used to be a stray, after all.”

There she was darting between your feet, like a calico tornado of fluff eager for attention and food….your “little girl”. Relief and embarrassment washed over Aizawa like a tidal wave as soon as he saw the small animal in your arms. He watched you kiss the soft fur of the kitten with your eyes full of adoration while scratching behind its scraggly looking ears.

After a long relaxed sigh, he slipped off his boots and made his way into the apartment to join you. Upon getting a closer look at the kitten, he could understand why you were so smitten with her. Stretching out his hands, he motioned to you to hand over the little puff, now eager for his opportunity to touch your small pet.

“She’s cute isn’t she? Perfect even?” You cooed as the kitten nestled herself against your boyfriend’s chest, starting to purr as he gently pet her fur.

Aizawa gently smiled looking down at the kitten, “Yes, she is quite cute” He glanced back up towards you, catching you off guard when his expression turned more serious, “but would it kill you to mention she’s a cat when you bring her up?”

“W-what do you..? OH!” You exclaimed starting to laugh, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, “Oh my god, don’t tell me you thought I was talking about a baby. Please Shouta, I wouldn’t leave an infant home alone all day…. I can only imagine what was going through your head”

The two of you spent the rest of the night laughing about the misunderstanding while realizing it was exceedingly difficult to grade papers with a kitten who wanted nothing more than to jump and play with the loose paper. Not that either of you minded the distraction. You learned that Aizawa was rather fond of cats and it might be quite a task to get affection from either of them while at your apartment, because much to your dismay, it appeared that your kitten quickly started to prefer the company of Aizawa over you.

After some time, you brought this discovery up to Aizawa when he was half asleep on the floor of your apartment with the kitten curled up on his chest, he only lazily replied, “Looks like you’re going to have to keep me too then”

#aizawa shota x you #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa bnha x reader #fluff #Gail writes #my old writing #i lied in my previous posts and made no edits to this my b

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i-never-forgot · 6 months ago

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Thinking about Eliana getting a case of the zoomies quite some time after the events of TPR after they settled. (Possible minor spoilers ahead, proceed with caution. I am actively trying to avoid giving anything too obvious away tho.)

Thinking about how she’s diurnal double-time since she’s a daytime mammal but also part plant to a degree, so she gets confused as to why she keeps waking up in the middle of the night (not from nightmares as frequently, much to her and the others’ immense relief). She’s sleeping well for the first time in years, she wakes up in the morning feeling fully rested, and she’s no longer fatigued. So why does she rouse when the moon’s at its peak, wide awake, thrumming with energy she just CANT seem to suppress?

She ignores it at first. She tosses and turns and huffs under her breath as she tries her hardest to wrestle herself back to sleep. A lot of times she ends up completely unmaking her bed because of this. The others are puzzled as to why she seems to crabby and how it even happened.

Eventually she gives up. To avoid disturbing the others, she patters up the stairs to walk around the top of the bluff in an effort to tire herself back out. It helps, but it's not enough. One night she caves and just breaks out into a full sprint through the forest on top of the steppe. It works.

She gets into an almost nightly habit of doing this to banish the excess energy. She figures out a trail through the wounds around treasure town and back. She even goes through town once or twice when she’s sure all the shop keepers are asleep. It improves her sleep and mood immensely and the others relax a bit.

Dusknoir gets curious, of course.

So he waits up until she leaves, and he follows. He has to follow the noises into the woods until he’s able to observe her darting through the underbrush to her heart’s content, gleefully yipping as she darts to and fro (entirely subconsciously, he is certain, as she’s so particular about her dignity and pride around others). The dapples of moonlight peeking through the leafy boughs above their heads illuminate her pale fur, helping him keep track of her whereabouts as he keeps a watchful eye, just in case. He understands, now, what she had needed—and he’s exceedingly glad that she found an outlet.

He continues this for a while, and she doesn’t even realize it at first. He spent years perfecting his stealth, after all, and he’s glad to use it for something good for once (bc one never knows when Eliana Kouros might fall into trouble’s way, after all). He almost…enjoys it. Like it’s a game of its own, to keep to the shadows and stay hidden and out of sight. He gets an odd surge of excitement when she darts right past him without her even glancing his way.

It doesn’t last forever, though. On a full moon night he accidental drifts into moonbeams and his rings start to glow involuntarily—it’s been a while since he last moon-bathed, after all, and he should have anticipated that. Elaina’s startled, of course, lets out a sharp sound of shock bc she was near him and felt foolish for being so oblivious, as well as mortified that he’d caught her doing such a “silly” thing (as well as the fact that even though they’ve both healed, bad memories still have a mighty grip on one’s subconscious and instincts). She gets prickly and a little huffy, at first—tries to brush it off and act a bit haughty to deflect his evident amusement—but he doesn’t tease her about it.

He tentatively asks her if she’d like for him to join her.

She blinks and stares at him for a long time in perfect silence. A part of her resists the idea—old wounds still lingered, after all, and why would she ever volunteer to have Dusknoir of all Pokemon chase her? Hasn’t she had enough of that for one lifetime?

He starts to retract his offer, bashful and ashamed himself by prodding that old scar in a way he hadn’t even considered before speaking, but she interrupts him. “I haven’t played tag in a long time,” she murmurs wistfully.

So they learn to play cat and mouse. And they love it.

Eliana is startlingly quick on her feet now that she’s adapted to her body. She has the advantage of ducking under low bushes and hiding in narrow places like under logs or in tree hollows. But her giggles give her away—unmitigated delight and anticipation overpowers her will, and it alerts him to her general direction any time he gets close.

Dusknoir has the advantage of greater reach—and, to a certain extent, speed, because this ghost will absolutely use Shadow Sneak to cheat if he’s losing—simply because it infuriates Eliana and he finds no small amount of amusement in riling her up. Having her rant at him also helps him avoid her longer.

Their raucous, elated laughter wakes Grovyle and Celebi one night. They’re bemused and a touch perplexed by the whole affair, but they decide not to speak on it to preserve their austere companions’ egos.

(I imagine, if they ever brought it up, though, Grovyle and Celebi would love to join in. Pray help them if they decide to do it on a sunny day, because Eliana’s ability almost helps her outpace the old ghost. It’s the only time the others ever get truly worn out.)

#figured some levity would be appreciated after I’ve been talking about all the sad stuff with these two #(I still need a ship name for a tag please god help)#fisara’s scrawlings #pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #explorers of sky #dusknoir #leafeon/eliana #headcanons #ao3: in the morning light #grovyle #celebi #nightshade!shipping

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wito-chan-bla-bla · 1 year ago

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Catoru

You love animals, cats are no exception. When you manage to persuade Satoru to show his cat, you end up watching not a cute furry animal, but something completely naked... not that it's more frustrating than not having a cat in your arms.

I do not know why and why I wrote this

–Does Gojo-san have a cat?

Shoko stopped eating her dinner and looked up at you. She blinked a couple of times, then stared thoughtfully at the ceiling and shrugged, but nodded in confirmation.

–I heard that the Gojo clan has a cat that 'symbolizes their heir'. I don't know what that means, but it's none of my business.

And she continued to eat her food as if nothing had happened. You continued to stare at her in response, forcing her to place her chopsticks on the edge of her plate and raise an eyebrow questioningly, looking back at you with a thoughtful expression on face.

–I heard from Geto-san that a huge white male cat sometimes walks on the territory of the Gojo clan. It is very fluffy and cute, but usually hisses and bites if they try to stroke or lift it. I wonder... if I can pet it?

Shoko watched as something devilish appeared in your eyes. You've petted all the animals on and off the school grounds, fed all the squirrels in the nearby park, and dragged a few injured birds so Ieiri can heal them. They say that of all the students and even sorcerers in general, you have the most normal mind, despite the fact that you perform the same missions as most. Perhaps it's because you touch cats in any strange situation, listening to their charming meow and looking into those deep eyes of a dangerous predator.

There was a sigh, and you snapped out of your thoughts and looked at the girl, who just shook her head.

–You want to pet it now, don't you?

–Yes! – you almost jumped in your chair. – I've tamed a lot of finicky cats. If the Gojo clan cat lets me pet it, then I can safely die!

–Hey, hey, I just recently healed that wound on your side. Don't waste my damned energy!

You nodded and giggled, starting to stare at the ceiling and dream of touching the big cat's silky fur.

Only once did Suguru mention that the Gojo clan has a cat, when you showed him another of your "finds", meowing non-stop, and since then his words have not left your head. If this life was a game, your life goal would be to tame all the animals of Japan.

Shoko had almost finished her dinner when the door opened abruptly, revealing two heads, one light and one dark. You gave a startled start and moved away, trying to escape the cry of "WE'RE HOME!". The girl across from you just sighed and started picking up the dirty plates.

–And here are my favorite girls! – Satoru slid across the floor toward you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pinning you to the chair... and to himself. – How is my favorite weak sorcerer?

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the familiar "nickname".

When you first saw Gojo in your first year, he pointed at you without even greeting you and said that you were weak. Then you just sighed, muttered that you would have to work with idiots, and went to say hello to the cute girl standing behind the tall sorcerer.

For months Satoru has been jumping around trying to make you lose your temper, but it hasn't worked out. One day, he came running straight to your park, scaring away all the cats that you lured with cat food, and you, then squatting, hit him on the knees with all your strength. Sure enough, the sorcerer fell. You stood up and, brushing off your hands, said, pointing at him: "In order for your words to somehow affect me, first earn at least my sympathy, I don't say anything about respect. You can be strong from birth, but that doesn't make you a 'good person', much less someone I'll listen to."

After that, Gojo "took offense at you" for a while, but then his behavior gradually became more or less tolerant. He may have annoyed you, but he was a great place for birds to land and squirrel-type rodents to jump on, so you ended up putting up with his company and annoying nature.

After at least a year of training, he began to affectionately call you "weak", and you still did not attach importance to this as before, but for some reason you felt that the sorcerer was trying to be closer to you... to distract you from your work or hobby once again.

–I thought your favorite 'weak' sorcerer was Utahime-san... – you muttered, looking at the white hair and wondering if the cat's fur looked like this.

–I lied to her so I wouldn't upset her, – he said, clutching his heart and sobbing theatrically. – She may continue to think she's my 'favorite weak sorcerer', but we both know who always comes first.

He leaned over and gave you a wink, which made you notice that his cheeks were a little pink and his breathing was a bit labored. It looks like he ran here as fast as he could as soon as he reported on the mission.

–Gojo-san, Gojo-san, – you tugged at his clothes like a child in a store trying to attract the attention of a parent, – is it true that you have a big cat on your estate?

Satoru smiled at you, but not for long. He gestured for you to wait, and then turned a furious glare on his mission companion. Suguru instantly whistled to the side, pretending that he had never seen such beautiful walls, then snatched the dirty dishes from Shoko, who did not want to look at it all, and ran towards the kitchen, saying that he would help his "dear, beloved, beautiful friend".

As soon as Satoru lost the opportunity to stare at someone, he turned back to you. He coughed awkwardly and straightened up, taking his hands away from you, which was very rare.

–Well... we do have a cat like that. He rarely appears in public, and sometimes even I have a hard time finding and catching him… Why are you... interested in this?

He kept his eyes on you, looking straight into your soul, but you boldly returned his gaze with your own, this time a puppy's. Gojo's whole body twitched almost imperceptibly and he looked in the other direction for a second, gathering his thoughts. The sorcerer held up his hands as if in defense or even surrender, and shook his head.

–You... you don't want to, – he swallowed, – pet it, do you?

You jumped up from your chair and were with him as quickly as if you had learned to move in space yourself. The teenager leaned back a little, as if trying to move away from you, while keeping his feet in place. You started jumping up and down at the thought of burying your hands and face in the big cat's well-groomed fur, and you prayed with your palms together.

–Please, Gojo-san! I love animals so much! – you jumped away from him when you realized you were getting too close. Satoru exhaled almost imperceptibly. – Especially big and fluffy ones. If it were possible to have bears as pets, I would do it!

Gojo stared at you, as if to remind you that during one of the training sessions in the forest, you met a bear and... let's just say that the animal will never forget how it was first knocked out with one blow, then treated with a reverse cursed technique, and then hugged as if it were some kind of soft toy.

You rolled your eyes and continued bouncing on the spot, unable to vent your energy any other way.

–So what? There's no reason why I shouldn't go and look at the cat, Gojo-san!

–You know... he really doesn't like people very much. And you'll end up with a lot of cuts on your hands. And it's shedding so much, br-r. I've spent more money on clothes cleaners than you can imagine.

–As cat lovers say, 'cuts are a reward for touching God in cat form'. And I still wash and clean my clothes all the time after training or missions, so no problem! And even if there are problems... it doesn't matter! If a person is soiled in cat hair, then cats trust him, so this is a good person! And I want to be a good person.

Satoru almost fell on the spot from your begging eyes. He coughed into his fist and shook his head.

–It's actually a sacred cat, (Y/N)... according to tradition, it can't be touched by just anyone.

–Since when are traditions important to you, Gojo-san? – you folded your arms and rolled your eyes. – You ran away from your clan's ceremony last year to come play cards with us and watch a movie.

–You don't understand, this is different! And anyway... don't you have enough cats?

–Yes! – you grabbed his clothes and held him close, bending him down so that he could look you in the eyes. – Each small and large cat is unique, it is a great blend of softness, elegance and charm! I just have to at least look at it! I will do my best to add another photo of an animal, especially a cat, to my gallery!

–Everything, you say?

–Within reason, – you said immediately, noticing the glint in the sorcerer's eyes.

You let go of him and took a step on the spot, continuing to vibrate with the desire to pet the cat, but more cautiously. What if he doesn't let you? If you are caught and permanently deprived of the opportunity to look at the cat? How then can you live with the knowledge that you will never again be able to touch a fluffy ball of joy and arrogance?!

–Okay, I'll get you a cat...

–Really? Right here?!

Satoru smiled at you and suddenly put a strong hand on your shoulder.

–But in return, I want... you to call me by my first name! No, you'd better call me with "Satoru-chan"!

–Why is that, Gojo-san?

–Because it's not fair! I just call you "(Y/N)", why do I have to be "Gojo-san"?!

–You finally got my respect, and now you're giving it up so easily...

–Anyway! I'll bring you a cat if we call each other with "-chan"!

You stared for a few seconds at a man with slightly pink cheeks and a face that looked like he was a general delivering a motivational speech to ministers, and then you said:

–Isn't that what lovers call each other?

Something came out of Gojo. Maybe it was his spirit. The sorcerer first sneezed, then coughed, turning away from you and hitting his chest. The lack of oxygen made him blush even more.

–I mean... – you continued, watching the strange behavior of the already strange teenager, – as young lovers often do when they think of a relationship, rose-colored glasses appear in front of their eyes. People may misunderstand us.

–W-when did you ever care about people, m, (Y/N)?

You nodded obediently and clapped your hands with a soft smile on your face.

–I don't know what you're going to do with the name 'Satoru-chan', – another cough, – but for the sake of the cat, I'm willing to put up with whatever you're up to.

Gojo nodded, smiling contentedly, as if he'd won the lottery. He opened his mouth to draw out the first syllable of your name, but you pressed your index finger to his lips and shook your head.

–First the cat, then new names. I. Want. My. Cat.

The sorcerer rolled his eyes, but nodded, winking at you.

–I'll try to bring the cat, but I'm unlikely to be present when you 'introduce' him, because I'll be distracting the elders. So if he scratches you or does something weird, it's not my problem!

–No problem. I would let a cat do anything to me myself!

Another cough. This is starting to annoy you.

–Then I'll ask Suguru to bring it to you. I'll say a day! Now... what have you prepared for your heroes who have returned from the mission? I saw Shoko eating something, you can't tell me that she made this food and even more so for one person!

–We've made you dinner, our heroes. Come on, Gojo-san, I'll show you what you can eat in the kitchen.

And Satoru, jumping around with a happy and overly satisfied face, went after you, chatting about how Geto had forbidden him to buy sweets until the mission was over, and in the end, Gojo got so caught up in the fight that he completely forgot about his snacks.

*+*

It is said that once the first "chosen of the Gojo clan" was in danger. He could have died, leaving the clan without his great power, and then a friendly and very clever cat-like curse appeared. It helped the chosen one escape from an ambush in which he was caught by enemies, win a crushing victory and establish a clan whose strength is still considered today.

Few people know that the curse actually ... didn't quite voluntarily help. That person absorbed it, taking the form of a cat, which helped him slip between the enemies and escape. The curse tried to resist, which sometimes turned the sorcerer into a cat. However, generations followed each other, and as a result, those born in the main branch of the Gojo clan received the ability to become cats that symbolize the well-being and greatness of the family. After all, if the sorcerer was able to take the form of a cat, then they are strong enough to be the heir and will definitely lead the clan to a great future.

Satoru could also transform into a cat. He started doing this quite early, at the age of two. How much did his mother raise a cry when she found a kitten instead of a child? Fortunately, she quickly realized that it was her son, because those insolent eyes were unmistakable.

So it wasn't too hard for Satoru to transform into a cat and enjoy the expert hands stroking his ear and massaging his belly. However...

"Remember, Satoru, never show your cat form to anyone."

"Why else, Dad? Some stupid tradition again?"

"Actually, yes, but there's something else. When you become a cat, you lose your clothes. When you become a normal person, you are completely naked. To keep the shape of a cat for a long time, serious concentration is required, the slightest mistake can lead to the fact that people around you will turn gray from shock and surprise. Let's not increase the number of competitors for our clan's hair color."

So yes... Gojo might get a headbutt from his teacher if he enjoys the head-patting too much, because no one (not even Geto, who has seen a lot of things in the room next to Satoru's) wants to suddenly see the heir of a great clan completely naked, with his legs spread out to the side, and the most contented face.

So why is Satoru going to take such a risk and bring a "cat" to school? Well...

Why is flirting with women so difficult?!

Gojo had been wondering this question from the moment he was knocked to the ground by a powerful kick to his legs.

People either idolized him or hated him. No one was indifferent to it, but (Y/N) did. She didn't care that he was rich, handsome, or strong. She didn't care that he was annoying, infuriating, and infuriating. She preferred to pet the dogs that were being walked by random passersby, rather than look at the heir of the Gojo Clan.

And it was infuriating!

At first it was just infuriating, then it started to get annoying, and then it turned into the fact that Satoru wanted to see at least some reaction on her usually calm face. But it seems that the girl smiled from ear to ear only when another dog ran up to her to sniff and say “hello"!

(Sometimes Gojo got so desperate that he thought about putting on ears and buying a tail somewhere, but quickly changed his mind.)

Gradually, Satoru, whose words and actions were ignored, began to see in the "weak sorcerer" something more than just a weak user of cursed energy. (Y/N) wasn't such a boring and "bad" person that he didn't want to be her friend. (Y/N) was something more than he could think of without wanting to fall in love with her.

And Gojo fell in love. He fell in love for a long time, usually on dark evenings, when people fell asleep on it while watching another program about wild animals. He fell in love when, along with a dinner prepared for everyone, he was specifically cooked or just bought sweets. He fell in love when he saw the expression of true happiness, when a cat, which had refused to approach for a long time, finally moved towards her and sniffed her hand.

Satoru could hold (Y/N) as much as he wanted in a joking manner, poke her in the cheeks or sides as much as he wanted, buy her gifts and souvenirs as much as he wanted, but he never got the same reaction in response as she causes him.

"What are you doing?"

"Leave me alone, Suguru, I'm depressed."

"But this is not a reason to sit under the jet in clothes and occupy the shower stall with your body. Either you move, or we wash together. And I don't want to upset you, but I fell into a mountain of corpses on a mission."

"I'd like to wash up with (Y/N)..."

"Don't tell me you're going to sing about..."

"Oh, my (Y/N)... why are you being so cruel to me?!."

"I'm going to clean up in the girls' dorm… I just have long hair, maybe they'll take me for one of their own..."

And now Gojo has the opportunity to get a little affection from professional and gentle hands. Satoru has always envied the animals (Y/N) strokes.. Even from their faces, it was obvious how pleasant and good it was. And this was confirmed once by Shoko, who dozed off on her lap, lulled by a head massage.

–So, are you ready?

–Yes, but... wouldn't it be easier to tell her that you are... a cat? I don't think she'll be happy if you suddenly appear naked in front of her.

–Yes, because she'll be so much happier than words can describe! I will conquer her with my beautiful body!

–She's more likely to be, ahem, upset.

–Hey, what do you mean?! – Satoru flew up to Suguru and started poking him in the ribs.

–I ... mean ... that she's lost her... ca-at!

When Geto was finally left to laugh off the painful tickle on the floor, Gojo stepped away from his friend and collected his thoughts. A second later, a cloud of smoke, and there on the floor, in a pile of clothes, is a big white cat with beautiful blue eyes. He meows loudly and seems to squint at Suguru.

–You're so, uh, fat, – the teenager lifting the animal muttered, which got him a paw on the cheek. In response to the piercing gaze, Satoru began to play with his black bangs as if it was all meant to be.

You sat and patiently waited for the cat to appear. Shoko was lying on the couch opposite yours, looking through a magazine, and you moved the furniture a few inches under you, unable to sit still.

But then the door opened, revealing Geto, and you jumped up abruptly at first, and then slowly sank down in shock.

–Meet ... phew, the Gojo Clan cat!

Suguru walked over to the sofa and gently lowered the animal that had accidentally hit him with its hind leg. You flopped back down and held out your hand, waiting with a sinking heart and bated breath for the cat to smell you. But instead, he sat up, lifted one paw, and placed it on your palm, making you almost scream at the feel of the soft pads of his paws.

–He... he put me on the same level as him! – you bowed your head, bumping your forehead against the sofa. – This cat has decided that I am worthy to be near his royal person!

–Um, (Y/N), are you sure you're okay...?

–Y-yes... yes, it's fine, Shoko. It's just... I was never recognized by the cat in the first seconds of meeting!

–I don't think you've recovered from the time you hit your head.

–What's the cat's name, Geto-san? – you raised your shining eyes to the sorcerer, slowly dragging the animal with your hands to place it on your lap.

–Uh ... there's an ancient name, I don't remember. Ask Satoru when he gets back.

You nodded and turned your full attention to the cat which is – holy food! – lay on your back, showing you his stomach, hugged paws to him and meowed, almost making you pass out from loving this ball of fur.

You carefully placed one hand on the belly, the other placed on the head of the carefully watching pet. His eyes were humanly beautiful and intelligent, his muzzle directly said that this is a scoundrel and a scoundrel. He strongly resembled one of your close acquaintances, but this is not surprising if he lives in the territory of the Gojo clan.

The big cat, which occupied more than one section of the sofa, was so fluffy that you wanted to hide your face in him and use him as a pillow. White dense wool, soft, pleasant to the touch, filled all your legs, because of which you stopped seeing your pants. If the cat was sprawled out on the floor, you could count him for a very fluffy carpet.

You began to knead the animal's belly as if it were dough, running your fingers through the fur on top of his head. Gradually, you went further and further, with butterflies in your stomach, feeling the pleasantly enveloping hairs around your fingers. The cat was constantly meowing, a little loud, sharp and just a little unpleasant, causing your heart to have problems with work, because it wanted to stop, then start beating in a frenzied rhythm.

For some reason, Geto ran away when you started scratching behind the cat's big ears. Shoko lay in front of you for a while longer, but in the end couldn't stand your enthusiastic mumbles and cat's cuddles. You are left alone in a small living room, continuing to give your love to this large clot of the sweetest cream.

But sooner or later, even you run out of energy. You ended up sitting and looking at the ceiling. Your hands continued to stroke the seemingly dozing animal, which sniffed softly and occasionally made random noises.

At some point, the cat opened his eyes, and you grabbed him under his front paws, pulling it up so that he looked into your eyes. The cat stomped paws on your thighs, but eventually came to terms with the situation and froze more or less in one place. He wagged his tail and gave a questioning meow, and you suddenly pressed him to your face, for which you received a small paw on the face.

–Who's cute moti, m? – you nuzzled his wet nose with your own and rubbed against it with a happy smile. – Gojo-san is lucky to have a bubuska like you.

You were hit again, a little harder this time, and you sighed, nodding weakly and lowering the cat down a little.

–Yes, yes, I know, the contract and all. But I really don't understand why he wants me to call him "Satoru-chan".

You shrugged and held the pet in your grip, pulling him back to you. You craned your neck and kissed him on the forehead, muttering meaningless and weird compliments.

–I think you're tired, aren't you? – you looked into the cat's eyes and giggled. – I should probably find Geto-san to give you to him. But before that...

Unexpectedly, you leaned forward again, but this time to leave a small kiss somewhere between the "upper lip" and the nose. The cat's whiskers twitched, he began to twitch all over, meowed loudly, and then you coughed because of an incomprehensible smoke or something else that filled the room in a second and disappeared in the same amount.

When you could see again, in front of you (practically on your lap) sat... naked Satoru Gojo.

The warlock jerked back in an instant, falling on the coffee table and dropping it. You sat there with a face of complete incomprehension while the teenager, red as an overripe tomato, tried to get up. He was muttering something about being "impossible to look away from, r-right?" while trying to cover himself somehow.

As a result, you took off your jacket and threw it in the place that was worth covering up. Standing over the actively sweating sorcerer, who was trying to blend in with the remnants of the table and floor, you crossed your arms and sighed, shaking your head.

–Where am I supposed to put my feet when we watch a movie?

–Y-you can put them... on me.

–What?

–Wh-what? What's the "what"?! – he jumped up, covering himself with your jacket. He wanted to put hands on hips, but he changed his mind in time. – You wanted to see the cat yourself! I showed you the cat!

–I wanted to look at the cat, not 'cat', – you pointed the quotation marks with your fingers and looked down, making Satoru blush even more. – So what was it all about? Why did this happen?

–T-that's all you care about right now?! Is it okay that you saw the heir of the Gojo Clan completely naked?!

–First of all, I hide in the morgue with Shoko at least once a week and eat food over the corpses, so I won't be surprised. Second, we agreed that I would touch the cat, not the pervert who pretended to be one.

–If I meow at you, will you calm down?!

You thought for a few seconds, then took out your phone to shoot a video. The sorcerer opened his mouth, ready to cry out in displeasure, but you made the most begging eyes and stretched out:

–Please, Satoru-chan...

When the teenager was running away from you, he tripped over the threshold several times and almost fell in the corridor. You sighed and slammed the phone shut, now understanding why the cat's fur was so familiar to you and reminded you of the hair of one of your friends...

Bonus (?)

–I demand to be taken to Satoru Gojo!

A tall woman with blonde hair and dull blue eyes glared at Suguru, who instantly recognized her. This was the current "Mrs. Gojo", meaning his friend's mother.

–Before you start killing him, I'll...

–Tsk, if I could have killed him, I would have killed him long ago! This child brings me nothing but trouble! Not that I wasn't worse at his age... b-but still!

Geto could only guide a woman in a traditional kimono to where he knew his companion would be.

And Satoru did show up somewhere in the school's backyard, sitting on the ground with his knees pressed to his chest. Someone was sitting next to him, stroking his white hair, reading a book with their free hand.

–Sator-ru, you!.. – she suddenly stared at you. – Oh, it's you!

You twitched and looked up in surprise at the woman who was flying towards you at a rapid speed. You thought she was going to attack you, but instead she picked you up and spun you around, setting you down with a happy cry:

–My son is a fool, isn't he?!

You could only nod and suddenly hear her exhale in relief. She hugged you to her and giggled contentedly.

–I wanted to scold him first for not only appearing as a cat in front of someone I didn't know, but also ending up naked in front of them, but I can't blame him anymore as soon as I saw you! When he told me that he shared his secret with the boy, I had a lot of concerns, but now, seeing you, I can finally breathe calmly and continue to think about my grandchildren!

–G-grandchildren? – you moved away from her, dumbfounded.

–Yes! By the way, when is the wedding? I know I think too much about the future, but my son has such a bad temper that I started to think that no one would even get married to him for money!.. Hey, Satoru-u, where are you going? Satoru? Satoru?!

–I knew you couldn't be trusted with secrets, woman!..

–So, what do you mean… You said you were going to tell her you loved her soon, a month ago! Hey, young man, stop! STAND STILL!

Geto approached you while watching one Gojo run away from another Gojo. He sighed and poked you jokingly on the cheek.

–This... this is what just happened?

–I think... your future family life?..

–Is there any way to... refuse or change it?

–I think... only if you catch up with Satoru and punch him in the head. Maybe then he'll start to have better plans.

You opened your mouth, closed it, looked at Geto, then back at the two Gojos, then back at Geto. And you decided...

–I pet cats. You can tell me how it ends.

–Okay, – he said.

And you left amid the screams: "YOU CAN'T EVEN ADMIT YOUR FEELINGS, WHAT KIND OF 'STRONGEST' YOU ARE?! FIGURE YOURSELF OUT FIRST, AND THEN DICTATE THE RULES TO OTHERS!"

#Jujutsu Kaisen #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #x reader #fem!reader #gojo x fem!reader

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Puppy Love

Sofia Huerta x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

[WOSO Masterlist]

When Sofia got the call from Nikki, she was concerned. Nikki had been watching Daisy while Sofia herself was off for the set of friendlies in New Zealand.

It was a quick call. Nikki had an emergency that she had to leave for, which meant she couldn’t watch Daisy anymore. Sofia was racking her brain, mentally making a list of people she could call last minute to watch Daisy, when Nikki informed her of your existence.

“My best friend is staying at my place right now, so I hope it’s okay if she watches Daisy.”

Sofia was skeptical at first. Especially when Nikki let it slip that you had two dogs of your own.

“Nik, I love you, but I don’t know if you telling me one girl is watching four dogs is making me feel any better.”

“Sof,” Nikki starts. “I know this isn’t the ideal situation, but I promise she’s amazing with dogs. Daisy will be well taken care of until you get back in a couple days.”

Really, it’s the photo you send not even ten minutes after she hangs up the phone with her club teammate that makes Sofia start to think about you in a different light.

In it, Daisy’s half laying on top of an unfamiliar german shepherd. Burger has his paws resting upon this dog’s head too, but it doesn’t seem to faze the dog at all. She squints, wondering if she’ll get a glimpse of your second mysterious dog, but can’t seem to find it anywhere.

Your text accompanying the picture is sweet and simple.

[I know this isn’t the best of circumstances but I promise Daisy’s being well taken care of!]

Sofia sits up in her bed, smiling at the image of three dogs.

[I hope she hasn’t been too much trouble. Nikki said something about you taking care of four dogs?? I can get someone to come grab her in the morning]

Your response is instantaneous. This time it’s a picture of you cuddling with all four dogs. Sofia’s first thought is that you’re cute. Leave up to Nikki to be friends with someone who looks like a literal goddess. Sofia’s too busy admiring the way you look underneath all of the fur that she doesn’t see the caption at first.

[Don’t worry about it! This cuddle puddle wouldn’t be the same without Daisy here!]

She can’t deny how happy Daisy looks, licking your cheek while you have a wide grin in the picture.

[If you’re sure. I don’t want to trouble you too much]

You guys text back and forth for a little bit before you call it a night. Sofia feels guilty for a second, forgetting about the time difference. It’s already close to midnight where she is, she couldn’t imagine how long you’ve been awake now.

When she falls asleep later that night, she does so with the image of your bright smile painted on the inside of her eyelids, wondering what your voice sounds like.

---

The two of you communicate regularly. You send her countless pictures of Daisy with the three other dogs in your care. Daisy looks so genuinely happy in each one, Sofia almost feels guilty for having to take her away from the other dogs in a couple days.

With each interaction between the two of you, Sofia can’t help but crush on you harder. You’re just so easy to talk to, not to mention how good you are with Daisy.

The first time she calls you, Sofia makes the excuse of wanting to see Daisy. The way you answer while in a sports bra and the shortest running shorts ever nearly makes Sofia’s brain short-circuit.

“Sorry,” you huff, brushing your hair out of your face. “We just came back from a run.”

“Is it not freezing over there right now?” Sofia laughs, trying to mask her flusterness with a joke.

The grin you give her makes her heart feel funny. “I’m Seattle born and raised. The cold doesn’t bother me.”

“Okay, weirdo.”

Although it’s the first time the two of you talk, conversation comes easily. By the time Rose comes to get her for practice, Sofia almost doesn’t want to leave.

“Sof, we gotta--” Rose blinks, looking over Sofia’s shoulder at the phone. “(Y/N)?”

You look up from where you’re fixing yourself some food. “Oh hey, Rose!”

Sofia looks between the two of you. “You guys know each other?”

Rose rolls her eyes. “Do I know (Y/N)? She literally named one of her dogs after me.”

“Fake news. Rosie the dog came with her name from the shelter. You’re just the annoying human that came with Nikki from soccer.”

Sofia nearly chokes at the offhanded way you insult Rose. Rose merely snorts as if the two of you have had this conversation multiple times already.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You better be treating mini me with all the love she deserves. Anyways,” she turns back towards the defender. “We gotta go. Bus leaves in ten.”

“Right, sorry. Be right there.”

“Go kick some soccer ass. It was nice talking to you.”

Sofia doesn’t have a chance to say anything before you’re switching the camera. Sofia’s met with the giant face of her dog.

“Daisy, come here! Say bye to your mom!”

When you finally hang up the phone, Sofia has the biggest smile on her face. When she looks up, getting ready to leave the room, she realizes with a start that Rose is still lingering by the door.

The younger girl has a shit eating grin on her face that only spells trouble. “Sof, do you have a crush?”

“What? No! Of course not!” she sputters.

“Right. So you wouldn’t care if I told you (Y/N) was single.”

“She’s single?” Sofia doesn’t have a chance to stop herself before she asks the question.

By the time they get to the bus, Rose has teased her so much that Sofia has no choice but to sink into her seat with a red face.

---

You’re playing fetch with the dogs when Sofia meets you in person for the first time. Daisy races past your outstretched hand to barrel into her owner, barking with joy.

“Hi, Daisy girl! Were you good for (Y/N)?”

The soft crunching of gravel has her looking up again. You look as good in person as you did over the screen of her phone. If anything, you look even better. Sofia has to swallow her groan when you give her a soft smile.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

She doesn’t know if it’s weird, but Sofia hugs you all the same when she gets up. She doesn’t know if she’s imagining it too when she spots a faint blush on your cheeks.

“It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Yeah of course. Thank you so much for watching Daisy. I’m sure you didn’t sign up to watch four dogs when you decided to come visit Nikki.”

“Is that what she told you?” you laugh.

Sofia frowns. “What, she didn’t actually have a real emergency?”

“No, no, she did. I was just referring to the ‘visiting Nik’ thing.”

Sofia stays silent, not really sure where you’re going with this.

“I moved back here from Cali a couple months ago. I’m Nikki’s permanent roommate, no matter how hard she tries to get rid of me.”

“Oh, so I guess I’ll be seeing you around?” She tries to play it off as if she doesn’t have any real expectations to see you again, but deep down, Sofia knows that she’d do anything just to make up a reason to get to see you after you give back Daisy.

“Well yeah, you’re kind of stuck with me now. Daisy and I have really bonded in your absence. I’m expecting full visiting privileges.” Your words are spoken with a grin, and Sofia can’t help but laugh at your demand.

“I’m gonna miss you, Daisy girl.” Leaning down, you press a kiss Daisy’s forehead, the giant pup wiggling from all of your attention.

“We can always take our dogs out for a puppy play date,” Sofia shrugs, trying to play it cool. “That way you can see Daisy again. And I’m sure she’d love to play with your dogs too.”

“Or…” you trail off, keeping your eyes focused on where the three dogs are now rolling around together on the ground.

“Or?” Sofia repeats, trying not to get her hopes up.

You look nervous now, eyes still not meeting hers. “I know a restaurant nearby that’s pet friendly. If you happen to be free tomorrow night, I’d love some company.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

You chew on the inside of your cheeks, finally raising your eyes to meet hers. “Are you going to get creeped out if I say yes?”

Sofia’s heart instantly feels warm. She’s smiling so hard that her cheeks hurt, but she really couldn’t care less. “Text me the time and place. I’ll be there.”

Your eyes light up. “Right, yeah, cool. I’ll definitely do that.”

By the time she leaves hours later, having been caught up getting to know you, Sofia has a feeling that maybe, hopefully, both her and Daisy will be seeing a lot more of you.

#sofia huerta x reader #sofia huerta imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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hevexns-realm · 3 months ago

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Hello! I hope you're doing well!

I came with another question: What would Sonic characters do to rest after a long day in your AU? 👀

Haii, I’m doing well for the most bit, currently having some free time, so here we gooooo-

- Iris usually does a massive self care night to help relax. Either that or she just cuddles into bed with one of the boys’ shirts and just sleeps off the stress, this is usually before they actually get together, and nazo has begun to notice this habit of hers. While it’s cute, it does drain his closet a little faster than expected. He does have a plan to make both parties happy though-

- Nazo is actually quite similar. Except he'd probably sleep a lot more than Iris. Either that he’d go flying around for a while. Since the earth’s air doesn’t affect him much, he’s able to enjoy the cold air. That’s only at night though. During the daytime? He’d probably shut himself in the design room and make something to keep the long day off his mind.

- For Seelkadoom, he’d find the closest friend he could and just cling onto them. He really only does this with Iris when he’s at work with her, or he clings onto nazo in their room if he gets home from work. He sometimes does this with aeon or mephiles, but that’s more out of trust than anything.

- mephiles tends to read the stories that are left for him at his altar, or look through all the art pieces he was gifted. While iblis is more of the artist blesser, mephiles will eventually find some talented artists himself. Those artists are usually the ones who are more known in solleanna, and most are gifted at a young age. Otherwise he’d probably play some piano, violin, or cello. Maybe even all three if he decides to be fancy! 👀

- iblis probably goes and takes a walk around solleanna in her mobian form, and then heads to the music corner to listen to some jazz. Either that she goes to the library to see what her subjects have recently written about!

- aeon would do her makeup while on FaceTime with Amy. Mostly ranting and spilling online gossip she got from her mutuals, but also just catching up with her and planning events! Either that or she trains in her gym to blow off steam.

- scylla’s days are usually long, but she tends to fill that time with her harp or with the books in the library. After all, Circe has fallen ill as of late, so they don’t hang out very often anymore.

- circe tends to spend her free time in her boudoir, wearing pretty robes and brushing out her quills and fur as she sings all the stress away. Her life is inspired by one of the many goddesses of water in different mythologies, and tends to make her daily routine a sort of offering to them, as a thank you for inspiring her so much. Although, she hasn’t been able to do so since she started getting sick. It’s strange, it appears she just suddenly fell ill.. I wonder what happened?

- calypso is usually seen in the gardens relaxing after a long day, or in the astrologer’s tower, where she studies the stars and prophecies. After all, she’s the first high-priestess since their great grandmother, she has a reputation to uphold!

- knuckles and rouge tend to go the same place as aeon does for training. Rouge might or might not get photos and videos of aeon for amy.. 👀

- tails usually just sleeps it off, but sometimes you can catch him looking at cosmo’s plant as he nods off to sleep.

- sonic and shadow tend to either train or cuddle together after a long day usually. Sometimes it’s even both!

I’m sorry if it took so long to answer, it’s been a long day! ^^||

#headcanons #alternate universe #nazo the hedgehog #nazo #sonic the hedgehog #seelkadoom the hedgehog #nazo unleashed #seelkadoom #sonic oc #shadow the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic the hedghog fandom #the ✨au with no name✨#auwnn #auwnn seelkadiom #auwnn nazo #auwnn iris #auwnn mephiles #auwnn iblis

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year ago

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Catnap II

Masterlist

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A/N: More barista!Mikey and his kittens, because we can all use some fluff (and a nice makeout sesh) from time to time

Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: You wake up from your nap with Mikey in an interesting way...

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff. More cats. More swearing. A li'l kissin'.

@deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @fvckinghenrycavill @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss @geralts-yenn

You wake up when something fluffy brushes past your nose. When you open your eyes, you see tufts of white fur. Your head, however, is still on Mike’s shoulder, and he’s holding you pretty close. So how did this cat – it’s Nova – manage to worm its way in between your bodies?

“Mike?” you say softly after moving your head away. He hums, but doesn’t open his eyes. “Is she okay? Are we crushing her?” Apparently, your question is enough for him to very slowly open one eye.

“Oh, she’s fine. She did this.” Mike doesn’t let you go, so he must mean what he says. “I’ll let you in on a little secret... Cats are actually liquid. And what they lack in brains and bones, they make up for in cuteness and chaos.” As if to prove a point, Nova turns around between you and rubs her face against Mike’s cheek, while trying her hardest to push you away from him.

“Hey baby,” he says as he softly kisses her little head before turning to you, looking embarrassed. Then, in a split second, the look disappears from his face, and is replaced by a very serious expression. He also lets go of you, much to your displeasure. “I’m just going to be upfront about this. I’ve had girls think I’m totally weird with my cats, because I love these idiots to bits. Girls, mind you, who were at the time also studying to be vets...”

“You’re a vet?” you interrupt. Of course you had a feeling that the coffee shop was a side job, but you never thought to ask whether he was in college or not...

“Few credits shy,” he answered, slightly taken aback by the sudden intrusion on his story. “That’s why I moved back home. I’m not enrolled for the first semester, so I had to give up my dorm. It’s okay, though, I get to intern with my mom... She runs a vet clinic from here. And picking up a few extra shifts hasn’t been the worst – Sy! Can you at least not be on my head?”

You look up, only to find that the orange giant apparently thought it was a good idea to park his fat butt on the side of Mike’s face. He really is ‘chunky as fuck’, and it doesn’t look comfortable at all. Not that it matters to him, because he stays right where he is. Soon, the four others join you on the bed, apparently for the sole purpose of screaming at Mike.

“What time is it?” Mike says as he reaches for his phone on the windowsill next to his bed. “Oh, my bad, you guys want food...” As soon as the word ‘food’ is out of his mouth, all cats dash for the door – except Nova, who still seems perfectly comfortable squished between you and Mikey. So much so, even, that she meows loudly in protest when he gets up.

“Can you pick her up and take her with you?” Mike asks, and you happily oblige. ‘Please cuddle the snuggly floof’ isn’t exactly a chore, or anything. Nova doesn’t object to being picked up and carried, either. She just contently purrs in your arms as you follow Mike through the house, to the kitchen.

“Oh my god, she is so cute!” you squeal when you sit down and she still won’t move, even though Mike is being harassed by the others as he tries to get them their food.

“She really is,” he says. “Ragdolls have exactly zero braincells. I’m fairly sure that one would die if she didn’t get enough attention.” He looks over his shoulder, and you catch a glimpse of a sweet smile as he briefly looks at you and the cat. It’s a good thing he turns back when he does, though.

“For fuck’s sake, guys! This isn’t going to go any faster if you…” Mike sighs loudly. “Sure, there’s at least thirty beds for you monsters scattered around the house, but by all means, Nyx: sit in your bowl.”

He shakes his head as he walks away to grab something, and the cats just keep following him wherever he goes. “I could do this in two minutes, if only this kitchen had fucking doors,” he mumbles.

“So, where were we?” Mike says as you step back into his room. He pulls you along as he walks to his bed, then turns around and drops down, dragging you with him. You end up on top of him. This time, his kiss isn’t soft. It’s eager, and sloppy, with that little edge of enthusiasm just north of too much. It’s dorky, and it’s exactly what makes him so cute. Even when he slips his hands underneath your t-shirt – something you tend to not let guys do on the first date – he does it with so much carefree eagerness that it’s somehow super sweet.

He has some serious trouble keeping his hands to himself, though, and you have to remind him several times that no, he’s absolutely getting nowhere near your boobs tonight.

“But they’re so pretty,” Mike pouts.

“Suck that bottom lip back in, boy,” you tease him, as he lets out a sad groan while trying to pull your face back to his. He doesn’t listen, so you bend down quickly and bite him in that stuck-out lower lip while you have the chance. It immediately becomes clear to you that that was the best mistake you’re going to make today, because he rolls you both over so that he’s on top now.

“Sweetcheeks, if you’re gonna bite, I’m gonna lose my patience,” he warns you with a goofy smile that melts your insides.

“This is you being patient?” There’s something about him that makes you want to tease him beyond where you’d normally go this quickly. He’s so handsome, and so… harmless. On a whim, you wrap your legs around him and pull him tighter against you. It’s absolutely undeniably obvious he has a boner.

“That’s a fair point, I guess… Larry, fuck off! I’m trying to score here!” As soon as the words leave his mouth, his eyes widen in absolute terror. “Probably shouldn’t have phrased it that way...”

“Probably not,” you laugh. Mike rolls off you, spooking Larry – who had decided this was a good time to take a nap between Mike’s shoulder blades. He lies down next to you, propping himself up on his elbow.

“I wasn’t getting anywhere to begin with, was I?” he asks. Nothing about his tone or face gives you even the slightest idea that he minds if your answer is ‘no’. Not that you would have given him false hope, no matter how cute this guy is…

“I don’t hook up on the first date,” you reply, pretending to feel really bad for him.

“Second date?” he tries, the smile on his lips widening. “Why don’t you find out?”

#mike hellraiser #mike hellraiser fic #mike (hellraiser)#hellraiser mike #mike (hellraiser) x reader #hellraiser mike x reader #mikey x reader #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters

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foxys-fantasy-tales · 10 months ago

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Writeblr Cafe Secret Valentine Short

I signed up to give and receive a special secret story this V-Day with the @writeblrcafe event! The person I wrote a little story for will have to remain anonymous until I tag them in a re-blog of this on the 14th. So, for now please enjoy something way out of my normal style and topics! I had to scratch my head for a bit to come up with something I thought my assigned person would enjoy, so I hope you all like a little wholesome short of someone finding a pet and maybe something more along the way.

What a perfect day for a thunderstorm, and by perfect, they meant vile. Avery just had their hair cut and dyed and was currently attempting some vain protection with the thick Sunday paper. It had been left forgotten two weeks ago in their front seat next to a pack of gum approaching its first birthday. Only the ends of the faint rose gold color the hairstylist had recommended were damp by the time Avery tossed the soggy paper into the garbage. They stared at the peeling pawprint stickers on the window while under the canopy of the next stop on their list.

Friends with Fur happened to be one of only two pet rescues in operation by what they had read online, and was also closest to their new apartment. The name was also more appealing than Montgomery Pet Adoption Center. They shook the rain off and brushed the shoulders of their maroon hoodie before stepping inside.

“Hello!”

Avery stumbled back just as the door shut behind them. A smiling woman in her early forties was finishing fixing up a messy salt and pepper colored bun in her hair, but still hopped out at the first bell ring like it was a boxing match. She was a bit too short and plump to have jumped the counter, and she took their bewilderment as an invitation.

“This is Friends with Fur, or you already got that from the sign, huh? Come on in. Wipe your boots off, though I know the rug don’t look like much. Follow me.”

“Uh, yes, ma’am.”

Avery blinked a couple times before wiping their boots and jogging along after the woman who only came up to their chest at best. She turned back with another winning smile as she began to walk backwards through a couple sets of doors.

“Love the hoops. Got some just like them but the cats like to hook their little paws inside and tug. Be careful of that, especially if you try and pick up Elenor. I don’t think there’s been a day in the months she’s been with us here where she hasn’t tried to swipe me regardless. Poor thing needs a good home, somewhere more quiet for her age. You’ll see we have plenty to choose from though, so have any kind of pet in mind? For you, right? Or are you looking for a friend or a sibling or some sort? Shoot! I didn’t even get your name!”

“Uh, Avery. It’s for me. I just moved in over on Johnson Avenue. No specific pet in mind, but I’d like to walk off with something today if I can.”

Anything was better than another quiet and sleepless night alone. The ruckus from the kennels and tanks they were approaching relaxed Avery’s tight shoulders, resulting in a soft slouch that only lasted a moment. Too many times had their father told them to straighten that back or expect to look like a cartoon villain in their elder years. They slouched again anyway. Amy, Emily, and little Bobby were far off and couldn’t tattle anymore.

“Are you going to College here? You look about the right age is all. Dorms don’t allow any pets but fish and lizards if that’s the case.”

Avery snapped back to reality and passed a hand through their hair. Vaguely they could recall hearing her say her name in return and a few random facts about this building, but nothing really stuck. They bent to be eye level with a pet behind those tell-tale lattice work steel fences. The swinging door was barred, and for a moment they recalled the sensation of their pudgy childhood fingers locked around the openings as they stared out at the dusty driveway and little else but trees and a few far off houses just like theirs.

“That there is Will. We called him that ‘cause he’s willful. Always pops up barking a fit rather and likes to hoard the chew toys if he can manage. Got dropped off here as a pup a couple of weeks ago cause the family didn’t know how high energy his breed is. None of them had the time to play and walk him. Sadly, it’s a common story with a few of the pups here. That won’t be an issue for your living situation?”

“Ah, no. I’ve got my own apartment. I’m going for a degree in Communications when the new semester starts up. One week… not too long to unpack.”

The polka dotted pattern of fur was probably a fashionable choice. A dalmation would probably go off well with most people, given they were so well known. Didn’t a celeb have one, Avery wondered. Their thoughts trailed away until the pup licked their hand and woke them up for their reverie with a booming bark.

“Well, if you take a shine to the canines,” she giggled after her little attempt at sing-song, “Then you’ll need to be able to put in the care. Cats are a little less maintenance. We also have some hamsters and gerbils about. Lizards can be a breeze.”

“I was hoping for something a little more uh, well, I don’t want to have to search my place for it if I let it out of its environment alone for a bit.”

“Something you can touch, but not too wily then? Well, all our dogs right now are pretty hands on, most are, so lets scooch on down to the cats here. This way and step lively.”

Avery retracted their hand from the kennel and waved to the pup before going. So many sets of eyes were on them they slid their hands into the kangaroo pocket at the front of their hoodie. On the way to the cats, there was a call from behind that was so clear it stopped them in their tracks before they could go through the yellowed doorway. The woman turned a few steps after and laughed, which only furthered the chill down Avery’s spine.

“Heard our little songbird, did ya? Need to get her a friend, but most don’t end up here as residents in the good ways.”

“Been a while since I heard a parakeet. Mom had one until last year.”

“Oh? Well, how’d that go? People often like the same sorts of pets they grew up with.”

Avery didn’t. Their stomach turned at their imagination turning toward the sounds following them home, then back to the constant chanting of their mother’s little critiques of their appearance, of their chosen extracurriculars, of their chosen friends even. Once it happened right in front of their friends’ faces, all huddled by the television watching a movie, but not out of earshot. They didn’t come over much after that.

They walked through the doorway and past the woman to the end of the row of cats. There sat the famed Elenor with her name written in pink glitter pen as if to make the fluffy, white cat with droopy eyes somehow more pleasing. There was even a matching bow tying up some overgrown fur out of her eyes to see, the same sort Emily used to wear.

“Gerbils and hamsters are right behind that door to your left if you like.”

“No, thanks. I’d like something that will live through my college years at least.”

They winced after the thought slipped, but the woman didn’t pay any mind. She began to list the names of kittens like Itty, Bitty, and Teeny. Then there were a few older cats pointed out, but all Avery did was lift their head in intervals to nod now and again and lean to peer toward the other kennels.

Elenor growled almost like a dog, but Avery took a shine to her appearance. They wondered if their sister would still be wearing bows like that by the time they visited home for the holidays.

If they visited home for the holidays.

But their siblings didn’t have a choice. Even if they were struggling to adjust, the others didn’t have a say as of yet. Amy would get her say next year, but Emily would need to wait another six years before moving out. Maybe she’d need to wait more with the way the economy looked. They’d only managed to get out by working two jobs and letting their grades tank junior and senior year. It didn’t set them up in a great university, but it gave them a stable place to go. The apartment may be eerily quiet, but it beat arguing and sneaking around all the time.

“Elenor seems sweet on you, but are you sure? You’ve just been staring for a while.”

Avery coughed and jumped to their feet. Somehow, white fur had already gotten on their clothes, which they brushed at with a groan of defeat. Cat hair never came off anything. They learned that from their Grandma’s place. Wow. Really was like their sister just shedding on everything and claiming it. How many nice shirts did they lose that were found weeks later as her new nightshirts?

“Maybe not a cat.”

Avery sighed as they walked toward the lizard's area she motioned at briefly earlier. Their head remained low, eyes focused on the ground. They must have been causing trouble for this lady and had apologized for as much, but she just waved at it like she did everything and said it was no problem.

The woman gestured grandly with jazz hands at a tank with a few tiny turtles in it. They would have fit easily in their hand, and to Avery’s surprise the woman picked it up carefully and held it out toward them. Avery took one step back.

“A turtle?” they asked.

“A Reeve’s turtle to be precise. This one is already full size and has at least a decade ahead of him. He’s pretty fond of being picked up, which not all turtle’s are, but keep it to a short time frame. He also loves to swim just as much and gets a bit wriggly if you coddle him. Poor Jake still hasn’t forgiven himself for when he dropped the little guy on the counter a month back. Nothing but a little crack in his shell there in the side. We call him Nugget. Care requires a tank and a few pieces, but it’s not too bad overall. They’ll eat about anything. Greens, shrimp, well, I’ll make you up a list of foods if you like him.”

Avery bit their lip. There was an unmistakable cuteness as the woman set it back in and they watched it calmly swim about and drift downward. There wouldn’t be any fur, but they would have to clean a tank. The task seemed daunting from the outside as the woman began to go over certain specifications they’d need to keep in mind. However, Nugget stared at them the whole time from behind the glass.

Even though living in such a small spot seemed abysmal to Avery, the turtle seemed fine with it. Then again, that wasn’t so different from their own little studio setup that now surrounded the little critter. Avery smiled at a once sparse nook now covered in bags full of turtle supplies. They flipped on the little sun lamp and chuckled as Nugget made a beeline for it, but then groaned as they turned around and saw how many boxes were left to unpack before classes began. The soft hum of the aquarium motor and the rippling of water as their new friend swam about would have to serve as motivators.

Halfway through a box and down the lettuce they were saving for a salad in tomorrow’s lunch, Avery discovered a framed photo in their belongings. Without being able to recall packing it, their first assumption was some slight from their parents. Maybe it was a picture of them at their sixth grade dance wearing clothes they hadn’t wanted to be caught dead in then, and wouldn’t be caught dead in now. Nugget’s cheerful munching on greens distracted them for a time, so with what small bit of courage such a small turtle could offer, they flipped over the frame.

Behind shining glass still carrying the sterile scent of the store it must have come from was a photo of them with Emily on their shoulders from a few years back. Amy was in the background scarfing down a BBQ hotdog, while Bobby was still just starting to get around on his own and had somehow flipped his whole plate of chips into his curly hair. Oddly, not a single parent had been in frame. Avery couldn’t imagine them taking such a candid shot, much less keeping it. They flipped it back to find a corner of notebook paper barely sticking out the back.

They laughed loud enough that Nugget stopped eating. The paper was written on in pink glitter pen and signed off with Love, Emily in such large letters that must have been the most important part to her. The rest of Emily’s note was short and sweet.

Don’t forget us. We fight a lot, but we’ll also miss you. Maybe we could see your new place or stay over when it’s convenient? I’d like to see the city.

With the recent purchases for their new pet, there was a sizable hole in Avery's bank account, but they also knew the exact damages. Without missing a beat, they dialed their sister’s cell and waited to hear her voice. It took three tries, much to their annoyance, but when she did pick up Avery knew just what to say. They looked at their new roommate, their new walls, their new hair, and asked,

“How would you like me to buy you a train ticket for the weekend?”

#wcsecretvalentine #writeblr

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monako-jinn-stories · 2 years ago

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Crosshair X Fem!Reader FanFic

Rebel

Just a little sneak peak at Cyar’ika’s future, rhat takes place after It Started With a Vacation

Main Master List

OC Master List

Angst Master List

Warnings: brief mention of miscarriage

“I’m 19, I can make decisions for myself now, buir!”

“But you don’t need to go off and give your life up for war!”

“But it’s what I’m meant to do!”

“No, it’s not. Just because you have it in your blood, that doesn’t mean you have to be a soldier as well.”

“Mom would let me, she actually encouraged me to!”

“You what?” Crosshair snaps his head to look at you, and you let out a sigh as you stand and unfold your arms.

“I didn’t encourage you, Cyar’ika,” you say, “I told you that you need to look inside and meditate, try to find the best path for you to take.”

“But that’s so boring. I know that this would be a good decision! I want to help the Rebels!”

“It may be a good decision, but it might not be the best,” you say. “Cross, you also need to realize that she has a good point.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, a look of betrayal flashing in his eyes. It’s as though he can’t believe you’re taking her side over his. “She’s still young!”

“She’s old enough to make her own decisions,” you counter. “Neither of us ever had that option when we were growing up, and so we need to let her have it.”

“I’m not going to let my daughter run off and join a war against the Empire,” he says, and before you can respond, he storms out of the room. You sigh again, looking back at your daughter. Her silver hair has fallen in front of her eyes, and you walk over and brush it to the side. She keeps her gaze averted as you look at her.

“Cyar’ika,” you say gently, “please look at me?” Slowly, she moves her eyes to meet yours, and you can see the angry tears she’s trying to hold back. “He just wants you to be safe. He’s scared. He knows what it’s like to lose people in war. We both do.”

“But I’m the daughter of a Jedi and a clone trooper. I’m meant for this! Not to mention, you’re Dohbarian and he’s Mandalorian. Even more warrior blood!”

“Just because your ancestors were warriors, and your parents were soldiers, does not mean that’s what you’re meant to be. You are your own person. Isn’t that what you were just arguing about?” “Well, yeah, but I want to make a difference! I want to help!”

“And we won’t stop you if you want to go, but I just want you to understand the risk and what it will be like.” You look at your daughter as she groans, and you laugh slightly to yourself before poking her nose. She scrunches her face in annoyance, trying to swat your hand away. “Why don’t you go for a walk with Major? He hasn’t been exercised in a while.” Your dark furred loth wolf lifts his head from the bed and looks curiously at the two of you when he hears his name.

“Fine,” Cyar’ika responds, and she calls Major to follow as she leaves the palace. He jumps up and lets out a bark of excitement before running to join her.

When the door closes, you sigh for a third time and walk around to find Crosshair. You don’t have to search long, though, as your feeling about him being in the blaster range is correct. He doesn’t notice when you walk in, so you head over to get your own blaster. You press a button so that targets will pop up for you, and then you begin firing. It doesn’t take long until all the targets are down, and when you finish, you look over to see Crosshair watching you.

“Hey Snarky,” you say, and he huffs before looking back towards where the targets had been.

“Not too bad, but I’m still a better shot.”

“I’ll beat you one day. It’s not like you’re getting any younger.”

“Neither are you,” he responds, and you both share a small laugh before you decide to bring up what you know he’s avoiding.

“Look, I know you don’t like it-”

“Really? Is it that obvious?” Crosshair says, picking up his rifle and aiming down range at his own targets.

“Cross, just listen, okay?”

“Why?” he says, hitting two targets with one shot.

“Because, that’s how this works. That’s how we work.”

“I’m not letting my only child run off to get herself killed by some imperial scum.” The words leave Crosshair in a growl, and you see his shoulders tensing with each second.

“I have contacts-”

“It’s not safe!” he nearly yells, and he puts his rifle down before turning back to you. “I nearly lost everything in the beginning of the Empire,” he says, “I messed up with you, I nearly had my brothers killed, I lost all free will, and then we lost our other baby. I can’t risk something like that happening to Cyar’ika, or losing her.”

“It’s not your decision to make on what our daughter does.” Your words are firm, and Crosshair bites down on his toothpick as he looks away. “I have contacts, Crosshair. Sans and Hex are out there, Ahsoka is out there, Caleb and Hera. Even Bail is fighting against the Empire. We can trust any one of them to keep Cyar’ika safe.”

“She’s a princess,” Crosshair mumbles, “she’s not meant to be in a war.”

“I was a princess once too, you know. I trained as any other Dohbarian. I became a fighter while also becoming a Jedi. As queen, I fought as a general in the war that led us together. It does not matter what status she holds, she has her own right to choose what to be.”

“I already missed so much of her life before, when she was young. I can’t risk missing anymore.”

“It’s not your choice to make.”

“Well it karking should be!”

“Crosshair,” you say, resting your hand on his shoulder. His jaw tenses, and you move your hand to his cheek to make him look at you. “I know it’s hard, and that it’s not what you want. But you have to let her grow up and be her own person.”

“Why?” he says quietly, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch. “Why do I have to let go?”

“You don’t have to let go, you just have to let her be free. You know how it felt to not have any free will. Now, it’s not the same, but you’re still limiting her choices.”

“I just want to protect her, to protect our family.”

“I know, but she doesn’t need our constant protection anymore. We’ve both trained her well, she’s a magnificent warrior and soldier. She can take care of herself.”

“I know…”

“Come on,” you say, grabbing his hand and stepping backwards, “let’s go start dinner. We can eat with Ahni and Kwol as well.”

“Alright,” he says, grabbing his rifle before letting you lead him out of the room.

As you walk, you let silence fill the air between you. The halls have seemed much lonelier ever since you returned after rescuing him from the Empire. It had been long since Tayah fell to the darkside and ran off to follow the Sith, and no other children were around the palace except Cyar’ika.

“Has anyone heard anything?” Crosshair asks as you begin to prepare dinner. Ahni and Kwol have joined you, and they each sadly shake their heads.

“We’ve informed everyone who we can trust, but…there’s been nothing.”

“I can still feel her out there,” you assure them, “it’s just…not the same feeling. It’s cold, sad, and lost.”

“I can understand the feeling. If I had lost my brothers, I too would probably have gone…” Crosshair stops his sentence there, not wanting to say the word he’d been thinking. But everyone knows what he was going to say.

“If she’s found, do you think-”

“No,” you say, cutting Kwol off before he can finish his sentence. Tears brim at your eyes as you remember your own encounter with someone you’d loved and tried to bring back to the light. “There’s no chance to bring her back. Not even if you guys try.”

“How do you know, you haven’t even tried,” Kwol defends, and your grip is so tight that your utensil snaps in your hand, but you don’t flinch.

“Because. The strongest Jedi I ever knew, the bravest one, he couldn’t be saved. I tried. I begged him. Anakin-no, Vader, didn’t even falter when I called out to him. We weren’t exactly close as family, but Obi Wan hadn’t been able to help him either. Tayah can’t be saved.”

“So you’ve already given up hope before you’ve even tried?”

“Look, I’ve been in enough arguments for today, can we all just relax and talk about something nice? Like the weather?”

“Sure,” Kwol says, though you can hear the bitterness in his voice. You sigh, looking apologetically at Ahni who offers you a small understanding smile in return.

“Where’s Cyar’ika?” Ahni asks as you all sit down to eat.

“She took Major out for a walk. I’m going to assume they’ll be out for a while.”

“That loth wolf definitely needs exercise. He’s been digging a crater in my garden,” Ahni says, and you laugh before apologizing.

“I don’t know why Cyar’ika hasn’t been taking him out lately, but hopefully she’ll start to again. We got that pup for her.”

“And yet you named him,” Kwol points out.

“I feel like naming him after my fallen trooper was a good decision,” you defend. Kwol snaps his mouth shut then, remembering what had happened.

“Steele would have been honored,” Crosshair says, “and he probably would have tried to steal him for himself.”

“That’s true,” you laugh, fighting back the sadness that threatens to overcome you.

You all continue to talk about random things as you eat your dinner, and soon after you find yourself on your balcony watching the sun set over Dohbar. You sense Crosshair quietly coming up behind you, but you don’t turn to acknowledge him.

“I remember the first time I saw a Dohbarian sunset,” he says quietly as he stops beside you. “It was the most gorgeous one I had ever seen, and yet, it wasn’t the most gorgeous thing I saw.”

“Hmm,” you hum, a corner of your lips turning up in a smirk. “And what was the most gorgeous thing?”

“Mrs. Duree,” Crosshair responds, earning a playful nudge and glare from you. He chuckles before gently tilting your chin up so that he can place a soft kiss on your lips. “You, my Princess Cyar’ika, are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re never going to drop that nickname, are you?” you ask, and he shakes his head no. “I didn’t think so.”

“Speaking of Princess Cyar’ika, have you seen her come back yet?” he asks, and it’s your turn for you to shake your head. “I feel like she should have returned by now.”

“She’s fine, Crosshair,” you say, taking his hands gently in his. But as you speak the words, something doesn’t feel quite right to you. You don’t let this feeling show, though, because you want Crosshair to remain calm and relaxed. “If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll send her a transmission telling her that she has to make you breakfast in bed tomorrow.”

“That sounds perfect,” Crosshair says, and you laugh before pushing him back inside.

“Now, can my Snarky Sniper turn on a holovideo for us to watch before bed?”

“Anything for you, my Princess Cyar’ika,” he responds, and after he turns his back, you throw a pillow at him. Instantly after being hit, he throws it right back and jumps onto the bed. Your giggles fill the room as he bombards you with pillows, and when he’s sure you’re too preoccupied to notice, he begins to tickle you.

“C-Crosshair!” you manage to stutter out, “you know I-I hate be-ing tickled!”

“You started it,” he says through a chuckle.

“N-no!”

“Oh yes you did,” he replies. “I’ll stop if you promise to act like an adult and behave.”

“F-fine!” you say, and his tickling stops instantly. You take a few moments to catch your breath before reaching out to the side and whacking him with a pillow. He grabs it from your hand and whaps you in the face with it before getting up and putting a holovideo in. You get settled on the bed and wait for him to join you. When he does, you instantly cuddle up to his side and let his warmth surround you.

“She’ll be back, Crosshair,” you say, and you feel him exhale deeply.

“I know.”

The next morning, the sound of Major pawing at the door wakes you up. His whines are incessant, and so you groggily throw the sheets off and go to see what he wants. Before you can even speak, he lets out a small bark and begins to run down the hall. Something in the way he’s acting is off, and so you follow him quickly.

When you catch up to him, he’s whining at Cyar’ika’s door. You knock and call out to her, but get no response. You reach out through the force to see if she’s sleeping, but she’s not there. A chill runs through you, and you open the door and see that everything looks normal.

“What’s going on, Major?” you ask, and he immediately begins sniffing around. His nose leads him to her balcony, where he barks to get your attention. The door is unlocked, and Major seems to be following a scent that leads out of the palace.

You quickly go back inside and open her closet, and you notice that clothes and boots are missing. You run to her bedside table and open the drawer, and her lightsaber and blasters are gone. Panic fills you, and you frantically look around before seeing a droid that is never in her room. You press a button and a recording shows, and it’s Cyar’ika.

“Hey, mom, or buir, or whoever finds this. Look, I know that I need to choose my own path, and so I am. I’m sorry that I had to leave like this, but…I just couldn’t bear to see your tears. I know this is going to hurt, and I wish I could have said a proper goodbye, but…but I’m going to join the Rebellion. I’ve already contacted uncles Sans and Hex, and they agreed to meet me somewhere safe. I also lied to them, so, you’ll probably be getting a transmission from them. Oh kriff, I hope you didn’t see that before this. Either way, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be safe and smart. I promise I’ll make you proud. I love you all. Goodbye.”

When the message ends, you close your eyes and let out a breath. You wish she hadn’t gone in the middle of the night. You wish you could have made sure she was properly prepared. But you were thankful her uncles would be helping her, and they’d make sure she’s alright.

“I did this,” a voice says from behind you, and you turn around to see Crosshair. There’s fear and hurt and heartbreak in his eyes, and you immediately rush over to hold him.

“No, Crosshair. This is not your fault.”

“If I would have just supported her, she’d have said goodbye in person.”

“We don’t know that, Crosshair.”

“Yes we do. It was all because of me. I drove her away.”

“No, Crosshair,” you say, pulling back to look him in the eye. “You did not drive her away. She wants to fight, she wants to help. One way or another, she was going to join the Rebellion. You can’t hold the blame for this.”

“Why did she have to go?” The question is broken as Crosshair asks it, and you hold him tighter in your arms. You can feel his anguish through the force, and you wish there was a way you could relieve the feeling. You wish you could say words that would make him feel alright, but you can’t think of anything. All that comes to mind is a simple phrase.

“She’ll be back, Crosshair.”

“I know.”

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