#The cat has one eye and one ear and a bobbed tail

[wosospacegirl]

Bebita - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Turns out the captain’s toughest rival isn’t on the pitch-it’s her own baby, who smiles for the squad but not for her.

Warning: One adorable baby, one jealous Alexia, and two exhausted parents who are definitely too tired for anything even remotely sexy.

Word count: 2.7

a/n: This is a scheduled post, I'm sleeping.

MASTERLIST

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The VIP area sat a few rows up–quiet except for the distant thump of the ball and the soft murmur of the crowd. Y/n settled into the seat, baby Clara balanced on her lap. 

Clara’s tiny brunette pigtails bobbed as she wriggled against Y/n’s chest, her hazel eyes fixed on the green pitch below. She was always like that, always trying to move away from Y/n and Alexia, even though she had barely learned how to stand on her own.

Out on the field, Alexia knelt on one knee, cycling through her familiar pre‑match stretch, every motion precise and powerful. 

Clara watched, leaning forward as though she understood that the woman in the Barça kit was her other mama.

“Look, mi amor,” Y/n whispered, angling Clara so she could see. “Do you see Mami?”

Clara squealed happily, reaching out to point. In her other hand, she clutched the battered cat‑culer teddy Vicky had given her.

It had been a gift for Clara’s first birthday, which had happened just weeks ago. How did a one-year-old manage to take off the cat's tails, bite down its ear and unsew its eyes? Y/n wasn’t sure, but she was sure that Clara loved the thing dearly.

Y/n brushed a strand of hair from Clara’s forehead. “She’s getting ready to play for you today.”

Clara shifted, trying to stand. Her little legs wobbled, and she toppled onto Y/n’s thigh with a surprised giggle.

“You’re going to fall,” Y/n laughed, scooping her daughter, sitting her on her lap. “You just learned how to do that–be patient.”

Clara patted Y/n’s cheek, then lifted Cat, pressing it against her cheek as if comforting herself–and everyone else too.

Through the railing, Y/n watched Alexia rise and take a final glance toward the stands, her eyes briefly meeting Y/n’s. 

Alexia gave a single nod, smiling shyly.

Y/n smiled and took Clara’s small hand and waved at Alexia. “Say hi to mami, Bebita.”

Clara babbled excitedly, watching her mom.

Y/n pressed her lips to Clara’s pigtail. “Ready to see Mama in action? The game’s starting.”

Clara kicked her legs and clutched Cat tighter.

Y/n put earmuffs on Clara, and they both waited for Alexia’s first touch of the ball.

..

Y/n stepped down onto the pitch, Clara cradled in her arms, the roar of the crowd fading into a soft hum now that the final whistle had blown. 

Alexia jogged over from midfield, still in her game‑worn kit, sweat-slick hair plastered to her forehead, a smile on her face, both from seeing her little family and from winning the game as well.

Clara’s hazel eyes gleamed–not at Alexia, but at the Cat teddy Y/n held. 

Y/n had just pried it away to stop Clara from yanking out its last button eye, but the little one was too quick; she snatched it back, buried her face in its floppy ear, and squeezed it as if it were the only thing in the world.

“Hey, mi amor–where’s my big winner's smile?” Alexia called softly, holding out her arms for Clara.

Clara peeked over the teddy. 

Y/n wasn’t sure, but somehow Clara has mastered the deadpan face at only one year and two weeks.

Alexia’s brow furrowed. 

Alexia’s brow creased in confusion. “Why so serious, bebita?” she asked, reaching to lift Clara into her arms—but each time she tried, Clara twisted away.

“She didn’t even give me a single grin,” Alexia said, casting a pleading glance at Y/n. “Do you think… is she mad at me?”

Y/n chuckled, rocking Clara gently against her. “She’s not mad, amor. I think she’s just tired.”

“Tired?” Alexia scoffed. “I saw her napping from the pitch.”

“Sleeping surrounded by thousands of people isn’t the same as snoozing at home,” Y/n replied, stepping closer. “But now, can the captain give me some attention?”

Alexia grinned, leaning in for a quick kiss, only to feel something wet against her cheek. Clara was pushing her face away,

“Okay, wow,” Alexia said, feigning offence. “What’s put you in such a mood, huh? Did Mama not breastfeed you today?”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Of course I did.”

Before Y/n could even get a word out, Vicky and Jana appeared at the edge of the pitch, grinning like they’d just won the lottery.

“Bebita!” they called in perfect unison, spotting Clara from a distance.

Clara’s deadpan expression shattered instantly into a bright, gummy grin–her two little teeth front and centre like she was showing them off. 

As the two girls jogged over, she actually started to wiggle in Y/n’s arms, arms flailing in excitement.

Vicky scooped her up with practised ease, plopping Clara into her lap like they were old besties. 

Jana was already fussing with her pigtails, smoothing them down and cooing sweet nothings that had Clara giggling, soft and high-pitched, the kind of sound that made everyone around them melt.

Y/n and Alexia shared a long, stunned glance.

Alexia crossed her arms, deeply offended. “Wow. Amazing. My own filla [daughter] ignores me but loses her mind for these two.”

Y/n patted her shoulder with exaggerated sympathy. “Don’t pout, campeona. She does love you–just maybe not right now.”

Alexia sighed deeply, leaning over to tousle Clara’s hair in an attempt to salvage her dignity. 

But Clara, nestled happily in Vicky’s arms, gave her a very unimpressed wave–one lazy, pudgy little hand–and turned right back around to cuddle her beloved teddy and friend.

Y/n could swear she saw her daughter frown at Alexia. A warning frown. 

Alexia looked wounded. “Did… did she just glare at me?”

Y/n bit back a laugh. “Maybe. A little. You might have messed with her giggling privileges.”

“I hope she doesn’t expect me to pick her up from parties when she’s older,” Alexia muttered, arms wrapped lazily around Y/n from behind.

Y/n snorted. “Oh? So you’re already planning to let her go to parties now? Because last I heard, you said she wouldn’t be out of our sight until she turned 23 and a half.”

“Shut up,” Alexia grumbled, chin on Y/n’s shoulder, eyes narrowed as more players started to swarm their tiny queen. “She’s supposed to be obsessed with us, not… them.”

Clara, meanwhile, was thriving. Surrounded by teammates, she sat like a baby monarch on Vicky’s lap, accepting all compliments and forehead kisses.

Alexia checked her Samsung watch. Fifteen minutes.

“That’s ridiculous,” she huffed. “I carried her for nine months!”

Y/n said grumpily. “No, you didn’t. I did.”

Alexia rolled her eyes. “Fine. But I’m the one who wakes up every night to change her diaper.”

Y/n gave an exaggerated shrug. “Yeah… that’s fair.”

Alexia had already had enough. She pulled away and marched toward the huddle of players, determined to reassert her maternal dominance.

By then, Clara had migrated from Vicky to Patri, who had Pina crouched in front of them playing peek-a-boo with the intensity of a professional entertainer. 

Every “boo!” sent Clara into high-pitched giggles, her tiny arms flailing like she was trying to fly.

Off to the side, Salma had somehow gotten hold of the Cat Culer plush and was cradling it like a kitten, complete with exaggerated ‘mrow-mrow’ sounds and purring noises. 

Clara was enchanted. She squealed and reached both hands toward Salma.

She swivelled from Patri to Salma, a wide smile spreading across her face. It was a deadly combo: Patri’s over-the-top silly faces and Salma’s soft, ridiculous lullaby cat impressions.

Alexia barely made it back to the group before Clara let out a delighted squeal.

Too much. That was too much joy for one player circle.

Without warning, Alexia swooped in and plucked Clara right out of Patri’s arms.

“Come on, Clara,” she muttered, hoisting Clara onto her hip like a protective mama bear. “You’re ours.”

“Noo!” Patri gasped, hands dramatically outstretched. “Our amiga!”

“She was smiling!” Jana chimed in from seemingly nowhere.

Alexia blinked. “Where did you even come from?”

Jana just pouted and pointed. “She likes me more than you.”

Alexia raised her brows. “She drooled on your shoulder last week.”

Alexia ignored them all, bouncing Clara gently on her hip and muttering like a dramatic villain, “Your amiga needs to sleep in one hour, chicas. Back off.”

And that’s what did it.

Clara’s big eyes blinked once… twice… and then her lip wobbled.

The betrayal hit her in full force.

She let out a wail so dramatic, so raw and heartbroken. How did a baby have so many emotions? Who knows?

Alexia’s face fell in real time. 

“Oh, come on, bebita…” she cooed, trying to adjust her hold, bouncing Clara with expert panic. “Don’t cry. Mama’s sorry–”

“Give her back,” Vicky said, deadpan. 

“No!” Alexia turned, spinning away like she was protecting Clara, “She’s mine. I made her.”

“You did not!” Y/n called after her.  “I made her, remember? Forty-three weeks?”

Alexia didn’t turn around. “Fine, but I clipped her nails yesterday. Let me have this!”

Y/n stepped forward without a word and plucked Clara from Alexia’s arms.

“Shh, what’s going on with you today, huh?” she asked, settling Clara against her chest. Instantly, Clara melted into her, the cries slowing as she rooted for the breast like nothing had happened.

Alexia folded her arms and watched the scene unfold, tapping her foot. “She hates me today.”

Y/n leaned in and kissed her cheek, still swaying with Clara. “She doesn’t hate you. She just wants to party with the girls.”

Alexia’s pout softened. “Next time, she should save a giggle or two for me.”

Clara was nearly asleep by the time Alexia guided them toward the locker room, collecting her things so they could finally go home.

The walk to the car was slow, careful not to wake the tiny diva—but Clara, ever the drama queen, cracked her big hazel eyes open as Y/n buckled her into the car seat.

“Hi, Neneta,” Y/n cooed in a baby voice. “I bet you're gonna stay up the whole drive and absolutely not fall asleep at bedtime, huh? Yeah, of course you will.”

Clara giggled, like she was absolutely planning to sabotage their night.

Y/n frowned, struggling with the seatbelt–it wasn’t going over the right way, and it looked like it was pressing into Clara’s belly.

“Ale, I need help,” she called, glancing over her shoulder.

Alexia appeared behind her, now in a soft, oversized shirt, hair down and still damp from her shower. “What, amor?”

She leaned in to take a look–and that’s when it happened.

Clara smiled. Not just any smile. A big, two-toothed, gummy grin, arms shooting up toward Alexia.

Alexia gasped. Literal tears sprang to her eyes. 

“Oh, el meu tresor, has tornat a estimar la mameta, eh?” [Oh my treasure, have you come back to loving mommy, huh?]

She scooped Clara out of the car seat with no hesitation, kissing her all over while Clara giggled and wrapped a chubby hand in Alexia’s hair.

“Alexia, put her back!” Y/n scolded. “It’s cold! She’s gonna catch a cold!”

“My bebita,” Alexia crooned, ignoring her. “Mine.”

Y/n squinted. Something wasn’t adding up. Then her eyes narrowed in on the baby's fist, twisted lovingly in Alexia’s damp hair.

“Alexia,” she said slowly.

“What?” Alexia asked, still too busy baby-cuddling to notice the growing danger.

Without another word, Y/n stepped forward, gently took a handful of Alexia’s hair, and lifted it up into a mock ponytail.

Instantly–cry. A full-body, soul-deep shriek from Clara that echoed off the parking garage walls.

“What the-?”

Before Alexia could finish, Y/n let her hair fall back down. Clara stopped crying on a dime. She blinked twice, then went back to calmly playing with Alexia’s nose.

“She doesn’t like your hair up,” Y/n deadpanned. “She’s been mad at you all day because you put it in a ponytail. Diva behaviour.”

Alexia stared at her daughter in disbelief. “Is that true, bebita? I’m gonna have to figure out how to play football with my hair down, huh?”

Clara gave her a sleepy little grunt and patted her cheek, as if to say, finally, someone’s catching on.

The car ride home was full of Clara's babble–her favourite form of post-bedtime rebellion.

“She’s giving a full concert back there,” Alexia mumbled, one hand on the wheel, the other holding Y/n’s thigh.

“She’s practising for her world tour,” Alexia said with a small yawn.

From the backseat came a joyful “DA! and “MA!” followed by a long, dramatic sigh…Clara’s version of a mic drop.

Y/n twisted in her seat to look at her. “Clara, it’s sleepy time.”

Clara kicked her feet.

Alexia glanced at her in the mirror. “Bebita, no kicking mami.”

“Maybe she just needs to wind down,” Alexia offered. “You know, like a little story, some quiet time…”

“She just yelled at her own toes,” Y/n said hopelessly. “We’re not sleeping today.”

By the time they pulled into the garage, Clara was still going strong, waving her arms as if she was saying hi to a crowd, but Alexia didn’t care because she was giving her a gummy grin every time she looked back. 

Y/n unbuckled her with a sigh.

“We have ten minutes before she realises she’s a baby and not a woman in her twenties at a club,” she muttered.

Inside, Alexia took Clara while Y/n dealt with the diaper bag and Alexia’s game bag. 

Clara was clinging to her again, arms tight around Alexia’s neck, one hand firmly rooted in her hair like she was personally in charge of keeping it down.

“She’s obsessed with your hair,” Y/n said as she walked into the nursery.

“She has taste,” Alexia replied, swaying slowly with Clara in her arms.

“She has control issues.”

“She gets that from you.”

Y/n shot her a glare, but was too tired to keep it up. Instead, she leaned against the doorway, watching the two of them. 

Clara was slowing down now, her lids heavy as Alexia quietly hummed a lullaby in Catalan, her hand rubbing soft circles on Clara’s back.

It was quiet for a moment, just the gentle and occasional creak of the floorboards under their feet. 

Y/n felt something melt in her chest.

“You’re really good at this,” she murmured.

Alexia glanced over at her, surprised. “At what?”

“Being her mom.”

Alexia’s mouth tugged into the smallest, most fragile smile. “Only when my hair’s down, apparently.”

“She just missed you,” Y/n said, crossing the room to stand beside her. “You’re her favourite, you know.”

Alexia looked down at Clara, whose tiny hand was still tangled in her hair, her face finally tucked into her mom’s neck. “She’s my favourite, too–well, you and her.”

Y/n leaned her head on Alexia’s shoulder, both of them swaying now in the half-lit nursery. Clara let out a soft sigh–peaceful this time–and went limp in Alexia’s arms, fully asleep.

“Victory,” Y/n whispered.

“Don’t jinx it,” Alexia whispered back.

They waited another few minutes, just to be sure, then moved into the quiet routine that every young parent had. 

Alexia laid Clara in the crib. Y/n pulled the blanket up. Neither of them breathed until they were sure she was down for real.

Back in the hallway, Y/n pulled Alexia into a long, slow hug, burying her face in the damp hair. “I vote you never wear a ponytail again.”

Alexia chuckled, kissing her temple. “Deal.”

They padded off to their bedroom, tired and tangled in each other, both grateful that Clara had finally called it a night.

Y/n flopped face-first onto the bed with a groan. “Okay, but we both agree we’re too tired for sex, right?”

There was no answer.

Y/n turned her head slightly. Alexia was already on her side, eyes shut, breathing deeply, completely out cold.

She snorted. “Okay. Guess that’s a yes.”

She reached out blindly, grabbed the blanket, and yanked it over both of them, grumbling softly as she burrowed in beside Alexia. 

“You better be dreaming about me,” she mumbled into the pillow.

..

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

[em1i2a3]

Little Golden Age

Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry/The Void x Thunderbolts!Fem!Reader

Summary: After months of begging Bucky to allow you to adopt another cat so Alpine can have a friend, he has finally given in. Now you and Bob are on a mission to find the perfect cat to adopt for The Watchtower

Warnings: Bruh, none, this is just pure fluff here because I really liked the idea (and the summary has been in my drafts for a hot minute)

Author’s Note: This was a request and I can’t seem to find it in my inbox, now I either accidentally deleted it or I’m blind (could be the blindness lol) but! If this was yours I hope you enjoy this :) Thank you!

Word Count: 3,809

Bucky stood in the kitchen like he was delivering classified intel to rookies who were liable to screw it up. His vibranium arm cradled Alpine with an ease that contrasted sharply against the tension in his jaw. The metal gleamed in the soft morning light pouring through the high windows, the matte black surface a stark contrast to the cloud-soft white of Alpine’s fur. She looked regal there–perched against his chest like a little empress, tail tucked, ears forward, eyes narrowed with the kind of judgment only cats and war veterans could master. She blinked slowly at you, then Bob, then back to you again, as if she knew the idea you had been proposing.

You shifted slightly on your feet, but it was Bob who looked like he might crumble under the weight of the scrutiny. He stood beside you like he was under interrogation, spine too straight, lips pressed into a tight line, fingers twitching like he didn’t know what to do with them. His cheeks were already tinged pink, and you could practically feel the nervous energy rolling off him in quiet waves. He wasn’t usually jumpy–but then again, Bucky did have that stoic look in his eyes. The same one he got when missions went sideways and he was frustrated.

Without a word, Bob reached for your hand. His fingers curled around your gently, which instantly calmed him. You felt the warmth of his large calloused palm against your own, and it made you glance at him instinctively. He didn’t look back to you though, he just stared straight ahead like he was taking sniper fire, his thumb brushing along the edge of your knuckles in slow, unconscious strokes. You gave his hand a small squeeze. Just enough to make sure he knew you understood how he was feeling. You had been trying to convince Bucky for months now to get another cat, and when he had called the both of you into the kitchen this morning, you were surprised that he was finally giving into the request.

Alpine flicked her tail once, then Bucky cleared his throat.

“Here are the terms,” He started, voice levelled but stern, like he was running point on a hostage negotiation of sorts, “The cat needs to be fixed. No exceptions.” You opened your mouth to agree but Bob beat you to it.

”Absolutely. Of course. Spayed or ne-neutered.” His voice cracked a little, and you didn’t miss the slight pressure increase in his grip. Bucky nodded once.

”They need to have all their updated shots. Not ‘they’re probably vaccinated.’ Not ‘the rescue said they’re due next month.’ I want confirmation. Rabies. FIV. FeLV. Whatever alphabet soup of diseases cats can get, I want proof they’re covered.” You gave a single nod.

”We’ll get all the papers.”

“Third,” Bucky said, shifting Alpine higher against his chest as she yawned, her teeth flashing in the light like tiny knives, clicking gently, “You need to know their health history. No mysteries. I don’t want a cat that mysteriously limps on every third Thursday without explanation. Okay?” Bob inhaled slowly through his nose.

”Full history. Got it.”

”And lastly–“ Bucky paused, squinting at the both of you, “You two need to know how they behave around other cats. If they’ve never been around another cat, ask questions. I want details. I want behaviour notes, and I want intel.” Alpine meowed softly, as if affirming every word. Bucky didn’t flinch, he reached his hand up to pet her head gently.

”Alpine is emotionally complex,” He added, “She’s sensitive. I won’t allow some random tabby to destabilize my best friend. You understand?” You glanced at Bob, then back at Bucky.

”I thought Steve was your best friend.” You joked, trying to lighten up the conversation–though Bucky didn’t really take the bait.

”She’s technically Steve’s replacement…So. She’s far more important. Meaning if anything happens to her…You two are responsible.” You raised your hands in defence.

”Alright…Alright. We understand your requirements. We won’t choose the first cat we see.” Bucky narrowed his eyes at the both of you.

”You better not. I know how you two are. You’ll walk into a shelter and get blindsided by some lopsided gremlin with a sob story and you’ll come home cooing about how he ‘chose you’ then I’ll have to tell you guys no and see your sad disappointed faces.” Bob made a soft sound of protest.

”That’s not–.”

”You will,” Bucky interrupted quickly, “So…Choose wisely. Collect multiple info cards…And get a lot of photos.” He mumbled the last part.

“We’ll be smart about it and we’ll bring you back all the information you want…And yes, We’ll get you photos.” You said, dragging Bob gently toward the hallway before Bucky could hit you with another clause, “C’mon hun, let’s go find the world’s most perfect cat to pair with Alpine.”

”Fixed, va–vaccinated, emotionally sound,” Bob echoed like a mantra under his breath, still clutching your hand.

You both shrugged on your jackets as you stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut with a soft mechanical hum behind you. The warm quiet of the apartment floor gave way to the gentle whirring descent of metal and cable. Inside the small space, it felt like the moment could stretch–a pocket of calm after Bucky’s mission-briefing-level intensity.

You hooked your arm through Bob’s and let your fingers trail down the inside of his forearm, tracing the faint lines of veins through the thin fabric of his jacket. He tensed slightly at first, but then relaxed into your touch, a soft breath leaving his nose as his shoulders finally dropped from their high, anxious perch.

“Thank god we finally convinced him,” You murmured, glancing at the way his jaw remained slightly clenched.

”I know…” Bob replied, his voice low, “But now we have the stress of choosing the right one. Bucky is going to gi-give us such a hard time.” He added nervously, his shimmering blue eyes peeking over at you slightly. You waved your free hand dismissively, the motion loose and light.

“He’s all talk. I’m sure when we bring him back the info card he’ll fall in love with at least one of them.” Bob let out a soft huff of a laugh, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

”Or…He’ll like two and we’ll be able to get three cats instead.” He teased. You hummed, already picturing the chaos of having three cats running around the compound.

”It’s wishful thinking…” You said, but there was a fondness in your tone, “But that would be super nice if it did happen.” The elevator dinged, and you stepped out together into the low-lit parking garage, your footsteps echoing faintly against the concrete. The air down here was colder, laced with the faint scent of oil and damp asphalt. You leaned into Bob a little more as your car came into focus–a modest, charcoal-gray sedan that had seen better days, but was kept immaculately clean inside, save for the occasional aviation magazine or empty coffee cup tucked neatly into the backseat holder. The windows were just slightly tinted, and a small crack in the passenger-side mirror had been filled in with resin, a detail Bob had once sheepishly admitted to obsessing over until it was fixed.

He clicked the key fob, and the headlights blinked in recognition. Bob moved ahead of you, his sneakers tapping against the cement, and reached for the passenger side door with practiced ease, opening it up for you.

“After you,” He said jokingly. You stepped closer to him, and he gave you a small, gentle kiss–just a brush of his lips against yours, tender and warm, like he couldn’t help himself. There was always a kind of restraint in the way Bob kissed you in public, like he was still stunned he got to kiss you at all outside of the confines of a bedroom. But this one lingered just a second longer than usual, his nose brushing yours faintly as he pulled back. You smiled into it, eyes half-lidded.

”Now is not the time to distract me Bob.” His ears flushed instantly, and he ducked his head a little.

”Well…It’s not like I meant to. Bu–But I’m glad I have that effect on you.” That made your stomach flutter.

You slid into your seat with a quiet laugh, pulling the door shut behind you, and buckled in as he rounded the front of the car. You watched him through the windshield–his gait slightly uneven from a pulled muscle he was still nursing that he didn’t want to admit to you was still causing him slight pain. The driver’s side door opened with a soft click, and he sank into the seat beside you.

With the ease of habit, Bob pressed the button to start the car. The quiet purr of the engine filled the silence. He flicked the emergency brake off, eased the gear into drive–then paused just long enough to reach over and take your hand again.

He didn’t look at you as he did it, just brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it like it was instinct. Steady. “Ready to go?”

You turned toward him with a quiet smile, letting your thumb brush gently across his cheek. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

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The drive to the shelter took about twenty minutes with mid-morning traffic. The sun had risen fully now, bright but not harsh, casting soft gold along the dashboard and windshield. Outside, the city moved in a blur of tree-lined streets, coffee shops with mismatched outdoor chairs, cyclists weaving past crosswalks.

Bob drove with a kind of mechanical precision that made you feel safer than you’d ever admit aloud. His posture was calm, upright but relaxed, every movement deliberate. You liked when he was in the driver’s seat–not just because he was good at it, but because it gave your nerves a break. Crowded streets, sudden lane changes, aggressive honking…It never seemed to rattle him. You’d once asked why he didn’t mind city driving, and he’d just shrugged and said, “Hard to panic about traffic after you’ve dropped out of the sky and crashed into the ground at full speed.” Which somehow made a lot of sense to you.

His left hand stayed steady on the wheel while the other held yours firmly over the center console. Occasionally, when the road straightened or the car slowed to a stop, he’d rub slow, lazy circles into your palm with his thumb or lift your hand for a soft kiss against your knuckles–like you were something precious that he needed to keep touching you.

Neither of you spoke much. There wasn’t a need to fill the silence with idle talk. Moments like these—quiet, uninterrupted, peaceful—were rare at the compound. Between late-night briefings, impromptu training sessions, and Bucky’s habit of using Alpine to passive-aggressively block the TV remote, silence had become a luxury. So you cherished it. The warmth of Bob’s hand, the soft hum of the engine, the sunlight melting across the dash… It was enough.

When Bob finally turned into the shelter’s gravel lot, the tires crunched softly beneath the car. The building was modest, tucked behind a line of wind-bent trees, with white siding and a cheerful yellow sign out front that read “Whiskers & Wonders Rescue” in big, painted block letters. A chalkboard leaned against the steps, covered in doodles of paw prints and today’s “featured residents.”

Bob eased the car into a visitor space, parked it perfectly, and shut off the engine. Silence fell again, thick and still. For a moment, neither of you moved—just released matching long, anticipatory exhales.

Bob glanced over at you and smiled nervously. “I’m so ready to see all th–these cats… It’s gonna be so hard to choose though.”

You grinned, squeezing his hand. “I know. But we’ll find the perfect one! I’m sure of it.”

His eyes flicked down to your lips, and before you could say anything else, he leaned across the console and kissed you again—slow and soft, lips lingering like he wasn’t quite ready to move on from this little moment. His hand slid to cup your jaw gently, thumb brushing over your cheek.

When he finally pulled back, his voice dropped to a low, affectionate whisper. “Alright. Let’s get in th-there.” You both climbed out of the car together, the gravel crunching beneath your shoes as you walked around to meet him at the front of the vehicle. Bob adjusted his jacket and gave a deep breath, like he was preparing for a mission briefing. You looped your arm through his and bumped your shoulder into his softly.

“Ready for emotional manipulation from twelve cats and their tragic backstories?” You teased.

”Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The bell above the shelter door jingled softly as you and Bob stepped into the main lobby, hand in hand. The interior was cleaner than you expected–bright, warm lighting spilling down from ceiling panels, with pastel-colored posters on the walls about fostering, spay-and-neuter programs, and success stories from recent adoptions. The faint scent of fresh litter and lavender-scented cleaner hovered in the air.

It wasn’t nearly as packed as you had imagined it might be. Just a few families milled about, scattered across the lobby, peeking into the large observation windows that lined one side of the space. A toddler was plastered to the glass of one enclosure, squealing at a calico that was ignoring him from the top of a scratching post.

Bob leaned slightly into your side as you approached the front desk, his fingers still curled loosely around yours. He cleared his throat and let you take the lead, though his eyes were wide and curious, flicking around the lobby, taking in the scenery.

“Hello,” You greeted, giving the receptionist a small smile, “We were hoping to interact with some of the cats today–just to see if we get along with any of them.” The woman at the desk–a petite redhead with kind eyes and a cat-shaped enamel pin on her collar–perked up instantly. Her gaze flicked from you to Bob and back again, eyes practically lighting up. Young couple. Clearly in love. Weak to animals. Bingo.

“Absolutely,” She said brightly, already grabbing a keyring from the wall. “We’ve got a few social rooms open right now where the cats are free-roaming. It’s a great way to see how they interact when they’re not in a kennel.” She rounded the counter and gestured for you to follow her down a short hallway.

You caught Bob’s glance–half nervous, half excited–and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. He squeezed back.

“Right in here,” The woman said as she stopped in front of a pale blue door labeled ROOM 2 - ADOPTION CANDIDATES. She unlocked it with a soft click and gave you a smile before pushing it open.

Inside, the room was cozy but large enough for the six cats already lounging about. Towering cat trees stood in every corner. Plush beds lined the window seats. One lazy orange tabby was sprawled belly-up in the middle of the floor like he owned the place, while a grey long-haired cat peered at you suspiciously from the top of a shelf. A black kitten darted beneath a play tunnel at the sudden change in light. The other three were nowhere to be found at the moment, but you knew that you’d end up finding them somehow.

“We have information cards for all of them on the wall,” the woman said, gesturing to a row of laminated bios pinned beside the door. “Their names, medical history, behaviors, quirks–it’s all there. Just make yourselves at home. I’ll check in on you in a bit.”

She gave you both a knowing smile before stepping out and gently shutting the door behind her, leaving the two of you alone with the feline welcome committee.

Bob just stood there for a second, shoulders hunched a little, eyes scanning the room with the kind of wide-eyed awe that made your heart ache.

”Thank god those cards have all the information Bucky is looking for…Cause I think we’re going to be too distracted to ask questions.” He nodded instantly, crouching slowly and extending his hand out to the orange tabby in the middle of the floor.

”I know…I already want to steal all of th-them.” The orange tabby leaned forward slowly, whiskers twitching, sniffing Bob’s outstretched hand. He stayed perfectly still, eyes wide and soft, as if he were waiting for permission. When the cat finally nuzzled into his palm, Bob exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for minutes and began stroking its head with careful, feather-light motions. The cat closed its eyes in blissful acceptance, already drooling a little.

You wandered further into the room, your eyes scanning the cozy nooks and tunnels tucked between towers and beds. It didn’t take long to spot a pair of glowing green eyes watching you from deep within the tallest cat tree. At first, the silhouette was nearly indistinguishable in the shadows–just a faint suggestion of shape–until those eyes blinked, slow and deliberate, revealing a large black cat tucked perfectly into the back corner.

You approached quietly, crouching slightly as you extended your fingers in greeting. “Hey there…” You cooed softly.

The cat didn’t move for a moment, just studied you. But then it crept forward an inch, then another, until its nose brushed your knuckles. You smiled as it gave your fingers a few curious sniffs before pressing the side of its cheek into your hand with a deliberate rub. A soft purr rumbled to life in its chest, deep and contented.

“It’s going to be hard to just choose one,” you said aloud, still gently scratching behind the cat’s ear.

Bob hummed from across the room. “Definitely…”

You stayed there a moment longer, the warmth of the cat’s purring against your palm anchoring you in that perfect second–until you heard Bob’s voice again, soft and low.

“Y/N… look over he–here.”There was something different in his tone–quiet, like he didn’t want to startle something. You glanced over your shoulder. Bob was hunched ever lower than before, one knee bent, the other bracing him near a shallow platform bed half-hidden behind a toy bin. He wasn’t touching anything yet, just crouched in front of it, frozen in a kind of quiet awe. You stood, slowly made your way over to him, and knelt at his side.

That’s when you saw it.

Nestled in the corner of the plush bed was a small black-and-white cat, probably no older than a year. Its fur was soft and patchy in places, its markings asymmetrical–one black ear, one white, a splotch across its nose like a watercolor spill. And it only had three legs. You let out a tiny gasp, one hand instinctively coming to rest on Bob’s shoulder. The cat looked up at you with impossibly wide eyes–bright, curious, and full of gentle intelligence. It let out a small, questioning meow, like it wasn’t quite sure what to make of your stunned silence.

”Oh my goodness…” You whispered. Bob didn’t speak, didn’t move. Just stared, lips parted slightly, until the cat slowly shifted its weight and hobbled forward with its delicate three-legged gait. It sniffed the air between you and then–miraculously–leaned forward and pressed its tiny head into Bob’s knee. A small laugh escaped his throat, as his large hand reached out to pet the cat gently. You glanced toward the wall of info cards, heart already beating a little faster. It didn’t take long to find her. The photo was unmistakable–black and white fur, one ear dipped dark like ink, those same impossibly gentle eyes staring into the camera. The name printed in neat block letters across the top read: Bix.

You read the first few lines aloud quietly. “Her name is Bix… Apparently she was the only one from her litter who didn’t get adopted.” Your smile faltered, a soft pang tugging at your chest as you folded the card and tucked it carefully into your jacket pocket. That kind of loneliness–the kind of being left behind while everyone else got chosen–you knew how that felt. And judging by the sudden softness in Bob’s entire body, you knew he did too.

When you looked back at him, he had already scooped her up with both hands, slow and gentle. Bix didn’t fight it. She pressed her soft little body against his chest, her lone front paw stretching up to rest delicately against his cheek. Bob let out a small, breathless laugh–the kind he only gave when something reached past his defenses without warning. His eyes shimmered a bit, and the corners of his mouth tugged up in the quietest smile.

You didn’t hesitate. You fished your phone out, thumb already clicking the camera app as you quickly captured the moment–Bob kneeling in the middle of a rescue room, a tiny three-legged cat pressed lovingly to his face, her paw on his cheek like she’d been waiting her whole life to find him.

Click.

You typed fast beneath the photo, heart thudding as you hit send.

“I think we found the one.”

A pause. Then your phone vibrated in your hand.

Bucky: I knew you guys would get sucked into a sob story.

You grinned.

Then another buzz. A second message.

Bucky: And are you trying to pull at my heartstrings by choosing the one that’s missing a limb?

You nearly choked on your laugh.

“I think if we work at Bucky a little bit he’ll give in instantly.” You said, turning the phone so Bob could see the message thread. He huffed softly through his nose, still rubbing his thumb along Bix’s soft fur.

“We ha-have to bring her home. She’s perfect.” You gave his shoulder a little squeeze.

”I’ll do my very best to convince him as quickly as possible.” You murmured.

In that split moment, between the soft purring of content from Bix and the warmth in Bob’s eyes, you knew Bucky didn’t stand a chance in this sitatuion.

[shotmrmiller]

Simon is enthralled by you, John Price's cat. Oh, how beautiful you look on all fours, rubbing your face on his jeans. How lovely the mews that spill from your lips sound— music to his ears.

He grabs you by the hips to lift you onto his lap, mindful of your tail and brushes his covered nose against your cheeks. "Aren't you just precious?" Simon lifts his mask enough to expose his lips and nips the tip of your human ear. "I wonder if this pretty kitten has a pretty pussy, too," he softly says. Your half-lidded eyes look at John, who's chosen to be just a spectator tonight.

"You heard him, kitten. Show Simon what he's asking for." The bell in your collar clinks as you lift to turn yourself around in his lap, and he grabs your waist with his large hands to assist. "Careful, I don't want you falling off and getting hurt." Simon extends his long, thick legs which gives you a bit more space to work with.

Keeping your knees together, you place your bare, dainty feet on each shoulder, and with a trembling exhale, your knees drop open.

Simon intakes a sharp breath through his teeth at the sight of your glistening cunt spread open— a flower in full bloom. The grip on your waist tightens to what should be considered pain, but to you is just acute pleasure.

"She's a fuckin' sight, sir," he admires without looking up. He drags a blazing trail with his fingers from your waist to your mons, pad of his thumb hovering over your swollen, slippery clit. "I'm curious, though, kitten," You look at him, cheeks flushed, and answer him with a tiny little mewl. "I'm curious if you'll purr for me, too," and draws agonizingly slow circles, that is exactly what you want, yet not enough. The whimpers slithering out of your throat make his cock achingly hard, and if you turned around, you'd see a sizeable tent in John's trousers too.

John's voice is thick with arousal as he says, "She likes it when you let saliva dribble from your mouth onto her pussy, isn't that right, kitten?"

You bob your head, mouth open, a bit of drool at the corner of your mouth. Simon's touch is magical. You've got liquid fire in your veins, every precise circle rubbed onto your nub tightens that coil in your lower stomach, and when he spits onto your pussy, the warm glob of spit that lands directly on your clit almost has you coming from it alone.

Simon notices how your hips start moving on their own, picking up speed, forcing more friction on your clit when he stops touching you, removing all stimulation. The keen you let out is primal, a high-pitched whine. "Oh, I know, I know," he coos at you, "I just gotta ask your owner for permission, s'all."

He tips his head to the side, looking over your shoulder, and nods. John must've agreed to whatever he's thinking because Simon's dark eyes gleam as they meet yours, a feral, toothy smile on his lips.

Simon taps your hips lightly and orders, "Hips up." Your feet lower from his shoulders to flatten on the couch— thighs spread wide from how broad, how wide his body is. Your hands rest on his knees behind you, and you rest your weight on them to lift up. Simon lets out a snarl and completely hooks your knees over his shoulders forcing your arms to give way. Your head lolls on his thighs, upper body almost completely upside down, and his hands cup your arsecheeks—mindful of the tail— and raise. What—

His warm, wet tongue licks through puffy lips, and flicks at your clit. The arousal that had waned comes back, and it comes back harder, faster, more intense. He's eating you like you're his last meal, and now you definitely sound like a cat, albeit a dying one.

Simon gives your bud a suck and your neck cranes back at the sensation, and that's how you see John, upside down, leaning back, one arm on the backrest holding his drink— the other stroking his cock through his trousers. He looks—

A sharp slap to your arse has your spine curling, legs tightening around Simon's half-covered face, stubble prickling into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "Eyes on me, kitten."

Your spine curves and you realize that you can see Simon, his dark eyes locked onto yours, and that he can see you. You wanted to care about the unflattering angle he's got you in, but it all melts away when his mouth opens wide to lick a stripe from your hole to your clit, and his lip is curled on one side, so you can see his unnecessarily pointy canine.

Once Simon realizes he's got your full attention, he eats. Unrelenting as he chases your climax like it was his own. The pulse of your heartbeat is deafening in your ears, your vision darkens as he forcibly drags you to your finish line, and with one final lap at your stiff bud, he tugs on your tail, and you burst.

Mind-numbing pleasure sweeps through your body, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing into you, prickling at your nerve endings, leaving you a shaky, slobbering mess on his thighs.

Simon doesn't even give you a moment, doesn't grant you reprieve because, within seconds, he's manhandling you and sinking you down onto his massive cock, spearing you in half, stretching your soaked channel to its absolute limit. It burns, it stings and yet the only thing that comes out of your mouth is an airy moan.

"Atta girl. Your pussy's suckin' me in like it wants to keep me in it forever," and his head tips back as he groans, "You're squeezing me so tight, m'not gonna last."

John's gruff voice comes from behind you, commanding. "Then don't, Simon. Fill her up."

Simon's answering smile is, honestly, a bit scary. He looks like the predator he becomes on the battlefield, the one who snuffs out life like a fire on a candle wick. Vicious, cruel, ruthless.

"Yes, sir."

He spreads his thighs, feet flat on the floor, and picks you up with his forearms, only to bring you back down on his cock. Impaling you. The tip of his cock is hitting so deep, you vaguely wonder if the flared head is being pinched by the tiny hole of your cervix. He's destroying you, but at no point in time does it ever turn into physical pain. Simon is using you like a pocket pussy, yet is angling your hips to hit your sweet spot. And oh so sweet it is, because it takes you exactly seven (7) thrusts of his hips to make you come around him, frothy, milky essence coating his cock.

"Fuckin' hell, pet. Fuckfuckfuckfu—" and he brings you down harshly, grinding his hips up, as he shoots rope after thick rope of cum into you.

Simon's exposed chin is dripping sweat, as he pants harshly in front of you, trying to catch his breath. Your body begins to slump tiredly when you feel your tail being caressed, beard scratching your neck as John peppers your damp neck with kisses.

"It's my turn now, isn't it." The bell on your collar chimes as John pulls you to kneel on the floor, face pressed in near Simon's softening member. Faintly, a zipper opens, and the swollen, long length of John's cock pushes into you, pushing out Simon's cum, dripping down your abused cunt to make space for him.

"Mewl for me, kitten," and grabs you by the hair, craning your neck to look up at Simon, who's gazing down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. He curls two fingers underneath your collar, restricting your breathing, and says, "Go on. Let us hear you."

what a delightful day to be John Price's cat

[heartfullofleeches]

Fish Sticks

Yan Mer Twins [Male and Nonbinary] + Cat Hybrid Fisherman Reader

[Suggestive Humor]

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Slow day at the water.

It'd be a miracle if this old, rickety boat of yours could get you off this crummy island and onto drier, more inhabited land. Your gut tells you otherwise, but maybe you'll take that trader's offer the next time they pop up. You don't trust the glint in their smile when they propose you climb aboard, but their products haven't poisoned you or knocked you unconscious long enough for them to kidnapp you so there could be a chance they aren't as sketchy as they seem.

Ah, well. No point in dwelling on it now-

Stretching your legs, the boat rocks with unseen movement. Upon instinct, you immediately retract your extended limbs towards your chest - a giggle mingling with the bubbles and pops of stirring waves.

"Brother? Do you see what I see? My vision has been spotty since that nasty old crab took that precious eye of mine."

Another swarm of laughter joins the chorus, shrill and ear splitting compared to the gentle flow of the predecessor.

"I believe I do. A lost little kitten pawing for fish in our waters. How queer. How delightful-"

Webbed hands snake up the sides of your boat like unkempt veins. Your boat rattles from weight crashed into its walls as your unseen provokers hurl their weights over aged boards. Twin, sharp toothed smiles bare down at you. Intuition kicking into overdrive for a second time, you bat the closest to you in the face with your tail.

"Naughty!" The masculine figure clicks, not a drop of signature anger behind the hiss of his voice. "It's not often our little kitten wants to play. We truly are being spoiled today, my dearest sibling."

The more androgynous of the two yanks their brother by the long, silky threads of his hair. "Don't tease the poor thing more than we already have. Look at our sweetie- They're practically wasting away. Little angel must be starving."

Assa and Thal. You don't quite remember when they made their selves known, but you do know they are the most predominant of your suitors. With their impressive sizes and their custom of working as a team, they managed to keep prey and other predators smaller than them at bay.

"Ah, yes- That is true. As an apology, we will make sure you are well fed, but first - I have a question for you, Darling."

Assa sinks his jagged fangs into his lower lip, hardly fight back a laugh.

"Do you.... like fish sticks?"

It dribbles down your chin before you even realize- You're drooling. Strips of fresh, delicious fish wrapped in a blanket of crunchy goodness. With luck, you still have some flour from your last trade with that wandering seller. Eggs won't be an issue, and you might have some seasoning stashed away for an occasion just like this.

"Should I take that as a yes?" The menace purrs.

You nod your head frantically.

"Mmm. Good to now." Assa reels in closer, smile ever persistent. "I'm guessing that is a rare treat for you. Not often do you have all the components to prepare such a dish. I'm sure you love to savor the taste of them, hm?"

The breading is incredibly filling. If you ration them out, they could last you several nights. If you engorged yourself on them in one go, there would be few to save you from choking despite your many admirers- A fare you've nearly come to before.

You nod once more- ears flicking with the bob of your head.

Ever the more reasonable of them, Thal can't help but join in on the fun. As it stands, you appear to be the only one left out of the party.

"I bet you love the flavor fish sticks leaves on your tongue. Makes me wonder how many you can take in one go."

Counting in your head, you confidently hold up three fingers. You've fit more than that in your mouth, but three is a safe limit.

Thal exclaims in surprise, clapping their hands with glee. "My, My!- We have ourselves a champion. We will have to join you for dinner someday to see your skills in action. As for now- Brother?"

"Right, right!" Shaking off the shackles of temptation brought on by your innocent claims, Assa hurls a large sack onto your boat - his sibling holding it in place from the massive weight as the bag lands with a wet thump.

"Until next time, Dear. You will forever be in our hours. Before we leave, there is one more thing we need from you."

Its too late to run.

Pulled down by the collar of your beat up rain coat, wet, slimy lips dab against your cheeks from both sides. You feel a tongue scrap the traces of drool off your chin as the two finally depart - Assa blowing one more kiss your way before his sibling drags him under water.

A peck on the cheek was a decent trade for the amount of fish they left you. You wonder what their fixation on fish stick was- They seen to prefer their meals raw, but maybe you were wrong.

Sea dwellers are strange creatures.

[ladycharlottexoxo]

BLACK CAT GIRLFRIEND!SEVIKA HEADCANONS

black cat girlfriend!sevika who loves feeling your hands on her body as she lazily flicks her tail from one side to another, your long nails scratching down her fuzzy black ears poking out of her black bob. she purrs and leans closer to your touch, “keep going.”

black cat girlfriend!sevika has a super sensitive tail, and she moans when you tug it even softly. “dont do that.” she huffs and flicks it away, only for you to grab it again and run your fingers down in a gentle stroke, “nnnnyah...” sevika's cheeks glow red as she tries to control herself.

black cat girlfriend!sevika who has to control herself not to bite you and nibble on you as a form of love. but she likes doing it occasionally, leaving bite marks where humans took it as love— the neck, inner thighs and chest. “is it painful?” she murmurs and looks up at you with her pupils dilated with love.

black cat girlfriend!sevika loves resting her head on your lap, and sometimes whines for attention when you don't give it to her on your own accord, the goofiest grin spreads on her lips when she gets it though.

black cat girlfriend!sevika who is super duper clingy when she's in heat, she is so submissive as well. more than the usual at least, she pushes her ass up and everything— she's ready to take it in both holes if you give it to her, and if you don't... well, good luck with having her hump ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING.

black cat girlfriend!sevika says “please can i be on your lap...?” she gives you the kitty eyes and if you accept which you always do, she happily climbs onto your lap, kneading your plush thighs. sometimes when she mistakenly hurts you with her claws, she licks it and apologises.

black cat girlfriend!sevika loves having your attention on herself and if you don't give her said attention, she will headbutt you and you always notice how her ear twitches, asking for attention in her silence.

black cat girlfriend!sevika mistakenly wakes you up with her constant licking of your cheek, “sorry...” she mumbles shyly so you have to wrap one arm around her and pull her into your chest with a sleepy “sleep.”

[fairyofshampgyu]

just curious.. wdy think about hybrid txt?

You know I used to lowkey judge hybrid aus icl…but then I read some really good fics and I was like ywk, I fw this

☆ SUB HYBRID TXT THOUGHTS ! 🐾

Yeonjun:

Fox or cat hybrid !! You know those like really expensive breeds of cats that just look super expensive and elegant, I feel like he’d look exactly like one of those. Prides himself in looking pretty and rich and takes good care of himself and grooms himself, loves being pampered, hybrid jjunnie thrives on your attention, practically demanding it, and won’t hesitate to shove his head into your hands or stretch luxuriously across your lap when he feels ignored. Makes you buy expensive treats, meticulously chosen outfits, and prettiest collars, has a collection of them like pink satin ribbons, glittering jewels, and delicate little charms that dangle off the buckle all designed to highlight how undeniably pretty he is. Also has a really pretty tail that sways just so elegantly idk how to explain 😭 SPOILT BRAT !! He’s such a brat and always pouting with those pretty pouty lips of his omg but dw you just have to put him in place bc he breaks so easily anyway, just tugging on his collar roughly and pinning him down is enough to make him shut up and gasp, letting you do whatever you want to him, he’s so whiny !! Like the whiniest loudest ever especially if he’s a fox hybrid bc foxes are so whiney . Also I swear he has some sort of collar pulling kink, loves being pulled by his pretty collars, also loves dolling himself up so you can fuck him like that

Soobin:

Ofc he’s a bunny hybrid !! So shy at first, adorably bashful, his long ears twitching nervously every time you tease him, bunny soobin just the most fun to tease, tugging on his fluffy bunny tail or running your fingers over his trembling thighs always makes him squirm, cheeks flushed a pink as he stammers and shyly avoids your gaze but none of that can hide just how much of a dirty bunny he truly is, he’s literally horny all the time, begs you to let him fuck you literally all the time and when he’s in heat he’s 10x worse like lowkey you have to keep him fucked every second 😭 but it’s also extremely fun and entertaining to mess with him during these times bc he’ll straight up start sobbing if you don’t let him cum or let him inside you, full on tears streaming and hiccuping and lips wobbling devastatingly for you to let him cum inside 😭 and when you finally do the dumb bunny is literally drooling on you, cross eyed, countless thank you’s coming out his still wobbly lips and just garbled moans, fluffy bunny tail twitching and bunny ears flopped also thinking about soobin with a bunny tail is just so so cute 😭

Beomgyu:

Puppy hybrid gyu but also bear gyu is not appreciated enough on here im sick I need more bear gyu as well !! And this maybe controversial but…brown kitty gyu !! Come on you have to see it !! Bear gyu who is just always sleeping and so sleepy, loves cuddling and cuddles you 24/7 but he gives the best bear hugs and cuddles, literally so warm and comforting. Okay and somnophilia w bear gyu…bc he’s so into it…loves to wake up with you sucking him off, swirling your tongue around his cute tip and the dribbles of precum, bobbing your mouth up and down his dick, he’ll softly whine and whimper low and breathy, mouth hanging open, eyes squeezed shut, long lashes fluttering and he’ll bring his hand to yours to hold and squeeze holding your hand tightly, arm thrown over his face, cutely groaning and mumbling incoherent half asleep little pleas, body twitching under your touch. Soft, sleepy, cuddly sex happens a lot w bear gyu too >_< but puppy gyu would be the cutest too, tail wagging when you touch him and fuck him bc he’s just so happy and excited, dumbly drooling, tongue lolling out and panting like the puppy he is and so needy and reactive, puppy gyu cums so easily. And just imagine those big brown round watery puppy eyes looking up at you when he eats you out, tongue working eagerly, just waiting for you too call him a good pup. But he also knows he can quite literally get away with anything and his punishments if he just looks at you with his sorrowful puppy eyes, sulking and pouting dramatically, puppy ears flattening so don’t be fooled ! As cute as puppy gyu is, he’s also evil and such a menace and can be such a brat !! Okay but also imagine coming home to puppy gyu at the door on his knees, teary eyes and panting flushed, paws to his chest and dick all hard and leaky and flushed too, head tilted to the side and whining saying he missed you sm and he was trying to be a good boy and not touch himself and wait for you okay I actually need to shut up bc I kinda love hybrid gyu I feel like people need to send me more thoughts of their own in my inbox pls pls !!

Taehyun:

Kitty tyun !! He’s like those cool, indifferent collected unaffectionate cats and it takes him a long time to warm up to you at first and he barely speaks, always leaving the house and wandering off somewhere god knows and coming back later 😭 but like one time he comes into your lap and rests his head there and cuddles into you and you’re like screaming for joy nearly crying bc you’ve been waiting for this the whole time !! He’s super cute but he thinks he’s such a tough cat loll 😭 he likes rubbing his head against you and it’s soo cute. PURRING !!! HE PURRSS SMM !! Very possessive and just makes sure he rubs himself against you and the furniture and house so it smells like him, marking everything still silently brings random dead birds for you but it’s his way of showing his love lol. Gives you lots of silent gifts tbh. You gave him money to hang out with his other hybrid friends and he returned back spending all that money on some jewellery to give to you instead lmfao, handing the gift in your hand wordlessly but turning his face the other way to not look at you at all but his face is all red and his tail is swishing back and forth furiously behind him. KITTY TYUN TRIES TO BE A TSUNDERE SO HARD BUT HES SO CUTE !! Thinks he can fuck you too and be the one in control but one stroke of his cock and he’s purring into you, burying his head in your neck and whining embarrassedly, tries to silence his kitty whines and moans but he’s soo loud, mewling and purring uncontrollably. I need more of subby kitty tyun tbh

Huening kai:

He’s literally such a golden retriever and no one can tell me otherwise !! Golden retriever kaii >_< so cute !! He’s so big and fluffy and he gets so happy when you come home, jumping into your arms but kai still doesn’t realise he’s so big and he’s knocking you over but he doesn’t care, licking and kissing at you. He’s also literally the most fucking perverted out of them all. Golden retriever kai is suchhh a nasty secret perv. Whenever you’re gone, he’s humping your pillows desperately and rutting wildly into them, panting and crying out your name pathetically. He’ll fuck your plushies and toys on your bed too >_< and he’s just always cumming and touching himself to the thought of you, taking a quick little sneak peak when you’re changing your clothes so he can have the imagine engrained in his mind and jerk off to it later at night. STEALS YOUR PANTIES TOO omfg he’s so nasty and you think he’s just your cute little innocent golden retriever. Sleeps and cuddles you in your bed sometimes and he’s ofc the big spoon but then in your sleep, you move a little and your ass ends up rubbing against his cock and he gasps and let’s out a little groan and he gets so hard he just keeps erratically rutting and humping against your ass, cumming in his pants with a hand slapped to his mouth. Does he even feel bad ? No not really … He just wants to fuck you fr, wondering how your pussy would really feel like all the time. Btw golden retriever ! kai has a huuugee dick too like it’s so fat and thick and big no wonder he’s always so horny and such a perv all the time.

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Digital drawings of the OIAR staff from The Magnus Protocol as anthropomorphic cats on a gray background. They are all full body drawings. Sam is a black and white tuxedo cat, Alice is an orange and white cat with a bob tail, Celia is a Cornish Rex with a purple and white mottled "salty licorice" coat. Teddy is a brown British shorthair, Colin is a light brown Lykoi, Gwen is a fluffy diluted calico, and Lena is a shorthaired grey tabby with a bob tail.

The first image shows Sam, Alice, and Celia. Sam is shorter and fat, and he has curly black hair, and he is smiling with his hand held in front of him lightly touching. He is wearing a cream mockneck shirt, dark brown cardigan, and dark red trousers. Alice is tall and lanky, and she has shaggy light brown hair with faded pink tips, two pairs of silver earrings and snakebites, and she is wearing a burgundy bra, a patchwork skirt made of flannels in shades of gray, brown, and pink, a few bracelets, and pink cat-eye glasses and pink painted claws. She is slouching slightly with one arm crossed over the other, smiling and waving. Celia is slightly less tall and slim, and has short black hair, gold industrial piercings, X-shaped earrings and snakebite studs. She is wearing a light green button-down, purple vest with gold buttons, dark green trousers, a black cuff on her wrist, and rectangular glasses. She is standing and facing slightly to the side, with one hand around her back holding her other arm while that hand fidgets.

The second image is of Teddy and Colin. Teddy is fat and has a goatee and mustache, and small gold hoop earrings. He is wearing a gold and brown argyle sweater vest, a pale yellow button-down, a gold tie, and brown belt and trousers. He is smiling and waving with his other hand holding onto the side of his belt. Colin is skinny with pale skin visible through patches of fur, and he has a mustache, large cat whiskers, blue eyes, and small silver earrings. He is wearing a yellow t-shirt under a blue button-down and light brown hoodie, blue jeans with brown knee patches, a couple bracelets, and rectangular glasses with yellow lenses. He is snarling and hunched with his ears back and claws bared, looking furious.

The third image shows Gwen and Lena. Gwen is shorter and mid-sized with long blonde hair in a ponytail, and she is wearing a white button-down, gray sweater, and black pencil skirt. Her hands are balled into fists at her sides and looks annoyed at the viewer. Lena is taller and slim, with light brown hair in a bun, and silver oval glasses on a chain. She is wearing a red button-down, a brown belt, and white trousers. She has a neutral expression and one arm crossed over the other while the free hand lifted and fidgeting with her claws.

The fourth image is a lineup of all of them. In order: Sam, Alice, Celia, Gwen, Colin, Teddy, Lena. end ID]

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the magnyas protocol. protocat. catocol. catnus protocol. k. kitties <3

[dwaekkicidal]

Day 6

˚ʚLee Felix x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Day 6 of my 1K follower celebration! Today is pet play with Lix ♡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~700

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, pet play: cat ears + plug tail + leash use, use of 'master' and 'kitty', oral (m receiving), p in v for 2 seconds, not proofread well

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: that felix could tell me to jump off a bridge and do a flip and i wouldn't hesitate.

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Felix has a soft smile on his lips as he stares down at you and wraps the leash around his hand, making it so that you can’t move away from him. It's not like you wanted to anyway. That same hand lightly scratches under your chin as his other reaches up to fix the cat ears on your head that were tilted from the two of you making out passionately just moments prior. He then runs his thumb on that hand down your cheek and mentally takes a picture of you below him.

You were between his legs from where he sat on the couch, sitting on your calves while your hands were squished between your thighs. And between those thighs, he could faintly see the fluffy cat tail connected to the buttplug you wore. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you looked up at him with the cutest saucer eyes. He could tell you were itching to touch him, but you were waiting oh so patiently for his permission to do so. “My good little kitty… Always so well behaved for her master.” His deep voice rang in your ears as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

You release your lip to smile widely and watch as he reclines on the couch, removing his hand from your cheek in favor of resting it behind his head. “Go ahead, Kitty.” You immediately lean forward and eagerly unzip his pants. It makes him chuckle at how you were so cute yet so impatient to please your master. He lifts his hips to help you pull his jeans and boxers to his ankles and relaxes back into the cushions as your hands wrap around him.

The warmth from your hands has him sighing happily and his dick twitches as he watches you eagerly try to please him. You start by licking a long line from his base to his tip then slide the tip of your tongue through his slit, giving it a soft kiss and smiling up at him. He bites his lip and grins widely, softly yanking the leash. After doing this so many times with him and getting trained to remember his nonverbal signs, you already know what it means so you instantly obey, leaning forward and wrapping your pretty lips around his tip.

Your tongue swirls around it before you go deeper, taking him as far into your mouth as possible. One of your hands moves to rest on his lower stomach while the other uses its thumb and pointer finger to wrap around his base, squeezing it softly and stroking it as you begin to bob your head. He hits the back of your throat a few times, making you gag and making your throat close around his dick.

His eyebrows furrow and he groans loudly, unintentionally bucking his hips and shoving himself deeper into your mouth. “Baby-” His voice goes up a pitch and he throws his head back, moaning desperately into the air at the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped tightly around him. You feel pride bubble in your chest and you double your efforts, moving your head faster and now pumping him with your full hand around his base.

You feel the cat ears start to fall farther off your head each time his dick hits the back of your throat and you slow down, trying to reach up and fix them. But he isn’t having any of that. The second he feels the pace change he pops his head up to check on you. When he sees that you’re distracted, he frowns and tightens his hold on the leash. He uses it as leverage to pull you forward, forcing his dick all the way down your throat once again. Felix holds you there for a moment, moaning loudly at the feeling of you gagging around him, before letting you go.

You pull off of him coughing and sputtering as you try to catch your breath and he gives you little to no time before he tugs at the leash, motioning for you to climb up on his lap. Then he hovers you over his dick, pulls your panties to the side, and plunges into you. Your mouth opens in a silent scream as he uses the leash to pull you down on him, going as deep as possible. His fingers tug at the butt plug tail, teasingly pulling it just enough to stretch you out before it plops back in, making you shiver.

“C’mon. Be my good girl and ride me. Your master is waiting, kitty.”

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[saiintvalentiine]

hello............ loyalty duo werewolf au..................... im gonna start posting bits and bobs here and there of things ive written that dont really have anywhere else to go. no promises on if this will be continued, but i. i do love me some werewolves........................ divider

Warnings for vague descriptions of injuries and implied torture. The writing and editing is kinda rough, sorry for any major errors :')

this now has a follow up !

Wordcount: 1,087

“Werewolves don't exist,” is what the voice says. “What the fuck, werewolves do not exist!”

The muzzle hurts. It's too tight for his face. But he doesn't move from where he's laid, a bloodied heap slowly healing from his wounds. Every full moon he's dragged into this bedrock room after his fights, and every full moon he tries to escape while adrenaline is still flowing through him, and every full moon he suffers the consequences of thinking they can’t possibly stop him this time. He's too tired to fight this new voice, their scent uniquely cat-like and hovering above him. His eyes are too swollen. He's cried quite a bit. It's hard to stop when he's like this.

“Shit, I guess werewolves exist. Fuck. This isn't what I thought was gonna happen when they said there was dog fighting.”

The voice hovers closer, and he tries to shy away. Something is— broken, probably, in his leg, and his claws are cut through the quick, but he tries anyway to press against the wall.

“Hey, hey hey hey, no, I'm not gonna hurt you,” the voice pitches down, softens, and the part of his mind that can't bear another moment of cruelty forces a whimper out of his mouth. “Oh that's— I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm here to get you out, yeah? We're gonna leave. We're gonna leave riiiiight now, right now, I scared everyone else out, it's just you and me now.”

He's not sure he believes the voice, but beyond the walls, there is a terrifying, blessed silence. Whatever this voice did to everyone else, it could probably do to him. He's in no shape to fight it off.

“Hey,” the voice is even quieter now. “It said outside the door that your name is Wifies. Is that you? Wifies?”

He recognizes the name as the one they call him when he's not like this. He can't make any meaningful noise with his muzzle on, but he tries for. . . a purr, something in his chest that isn't a growl.

“Okay. Wifies. Okay Wifies, I'm Ken. You look too big for me to carry, so we need to work together to get you out of here, yeah?” there's some rustling, and Ken curses. He can't help the way he curls up further. “I brought all my escape kits but not a single healing pot. I'm an idiot.”

Getting up from his curled up spot sounds impossible, but his nails are already growing back in as jagged spikes, so he knows he can do it. He struggles to get his arms beneath him, hoisting himself up after a few false starts. Using his good leg, he twists around to sit and lean against the wall. That little bit of effort has him panting, or panting as much as he can within the metal restraints of his muzzle. He peels his eyes open, ignoring the sting.

“Hoooooooly shit,” Ken mutters, staring up at him. He's a head taller than Ken like this. “I definitely can't carry you, my God.”

Ken is dressed in all black, a brown strap across his chest and a bag hanging off his back. He's a cat hybrid, which explains the smell. His ears and eyes and whip-thin tail are split between a candied green and a golden orange. As soon as his blood stops rushing through his ears, he can hear Ken's heart beating, fast and skipping.

He can't make himself any smaller if he's meant to walk. He lowers his head and puts his ears back.

“Nooo, no no no, it's— you make yourself very small very well. Um, okay, let's— how am I gonna get you out of here?”

His bad leg still hurts, but if he can leave. . . He digs his palms into the bedrock behind him and pushes himself to stand. His weight, as paltry as it is for a wolf his size, causes his bad knee to buckle. Ken yelps. He withstands the shaking, burning pain of it to stand up properly.

“They don't chain you up anywhere?” Ken asks, eyes darting around the room. “I've got a netherite axe. I could definitely split any chain.”

Chains were no good. Once his nails grow back, they're easy to shred. He stares down at Ken.

“Jeez, you're huge, good fucking grief.”

He lumbers forwards towards Ken, and the darkened double doors of his cell. Ken takes a step back, then another, then turns around to push the doors open to their absolute maximum. He hunches over to squeeze through.

The hallway is just as dark as the cell, uninterrupted bedrock as far as he can see.

“It's a bit of a labyrinth. Just follow me.”

Ken hesitates for a moment before weaving his way through the halls. He follows, a loud, thudding, limping pace that should have alerted every single creature around to his presence. But it's just Ken’s feather-light footfalls and him. Whatever Ken did to clear the place out was absurdly successful. 

As they turn another indistinct corner, he sees— moonlight. It pools onto the floors, sweet and cool and calling to him. There's a hole blown through the bedrock, the sparkling smell of redstone surrounding it, and he scrabbles around Ken to squeeze through it. Tumbling onto soft, dewey grass (grass, real grass, when had he ever felt such a thing?) he loses all strength and lays on his back, staring up at the full moon.

She's so huge. He's never seen Her before, had just known when She was full or new in his core. But here She is. She is huge and beautiful and he feels, for the first time ever, at peace.

Ken hops out of the hole and steps closer, crouching next to him.

“Hey buddy,” Ken says. “Do you think I can take the muzzle off?”

He shakes his head, then growls for good measure— a soft growl, low and short to not intimidate Ken too much. He can't explain that the muzzle was put on when he was smaller, that it can’t be removed when he’s like this. Or, it can, but it’ll hurt so much he might cry again. Better to let Ken believe that it’s impossible, just in case.

“That's a no. Okay. Well, we should probably leave soon before anyone realizes anything,” Ken looks up at the sky before swinging back and sitting down in the grass, sighing. “But I don't think sitting here for a little longer can hurt.”

Wifies purrs and basks in the moonlight.

[ashthesalamipiece]

“A Pup Among Cats”

Wild Wild Pussycats x Baby!Reader

Reader has a dog-related quirk (enhanced smell/hearing, maybe tail/ears?)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Found Family

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The first time they saw you, you were curled up in a blanket way too big for your tiny body, floppy ears twitching at every sound, big watery eyes staring up at them like they were the biggest things in the world. Mandalay swore under her breath.

“A… dog?” Pixie-Bob blinked. “This baby has a dog quirk?”

“Yup.” The hero who dropped you off looked exhausted. “Enhanced senses. Sharp hearing, powerful nose, slight tail mutation. Probably some tracking potential when she’s older.”

Tiger folded his arms. “You do know we’re the Wild Wild Pussycats, right? We don’t really… deal with dogs.”

Mandalay sighed. “And yet you brought her to us.”

“She needs a home. And you’re registered as foster-capable for quirked kids. No one else has room for someone with her sensory needs. The shelters are full.” A pause. “She doesn’t have anyone else.”

You sneezed then. A tiny, pitiful thing. Your tail wagged once, unsure.

Ragdoll knelt down slowly. “Hi, sweet thing,” she whispered, reaching a hand out. You sniffed it with that super-powered nose of yours, ears perking. “You smell like… tuna,” you babbled.

Mandalay winced. “Okay, that’s kind of cute.”

Pixie-Bob huffed. “Just don’t expect me to like her.”

—

Three weeks later, Pixie-Bob was the one sleeping with you curled on her chest, brushing your little tail while muttering, “Dogs aren’t that bad.”

Tiger caught you trying to chase your own tail and had to step out because “something got in my eye.” Ragdoll taught you how to howl. Mandalay started keeping extra noise-canceling earmuffs in her bag for when your hearing got overwhelmed.

You weren’t a cat. You barked in your sleep and chewed on slippers.

But somehow, you fit. You were their little pup. The odd one out in a house full of felines.

And the Pussycats? They didn't just “deal” with dogs anymore.

They had a reason to love one.

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Sorry if this was short!

[layla4567]

Karaoke time!

~Headcanons and blurbs!~

《What kind of music do they like to listen to?》

BUCKY: He listens to oldies, rock classics, Frank Sinatra, ABBA, etc. He literally lived through all those decades, so he knows a lot about music, and it reminds him of the good old days. But he's also trying to "modernize" and listen to current music (Yelena insisted on this).

YELENA: She listens mostly to pop but especially indie pop or music from artists who are not very well known or are just starting out in the industry. "Hey Bucks listen to this artist, I know you'll like her. She's Sarah Cothran and she just released a new single"

AVA: She says she doesn't like listening to music, but no one believes her, and they were right because she secretly listens to Evanescence and emo music.

ALEXEI: He listens to everything, and when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. He's always open to new horizons, from Russian music that no one knows, to music in other languages ​​like Spanish or Portuguese, and even sometimes you'll hear him humming catchy commercial jingles (One day he even insisted that his group had to have a jingle to attract people.) "Hey guys, I have an idea!! We need a theme song! And it can start with a powerful guitar solo!! *imitates electric guitar sounds*

BOB: Classical or lo-fi music, he also loves Aurora. Any song that's calming and transports him to a better place.

JOHN: Rock, especially from the 80s. John is one of those people who annoys you by telling you that music from back in the day was better and criticizing your musical tastes. Although he sometimes listens to electronic music too.

In their free time (which isn't much), they like to take advantage of it by hosting karaoke sessions, wherever they are. If it's not in the tower, it's in Alexei's limo, or sometimes they go to a karaoke club to sing.

When karaoke is in the limo, Alexei always chooses the music (it is his car, after all), but no one ever complains since he has a wide musical taste and is always open to suggestions. As the stereo blared from the backseat speakers, lights, smoke, and even a disco ball suddenly appeared where everyone was sitting. You were next to Bob, Ava near John, and Bucky was on your other side, while Yelena was in the seat next to her father's in the front.

Alexei was a terrible singer, but he put his heart into it, and you could tell he was having a good time. He couldn't hit a single note and never hit the high notes; he was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Everyone in the backseat was holding back their laughter, and you wasted no time taking out your phone to surreptitiously record it. Yelena just covered her ears and closed her eyes, wishing the ground would swallow her up. The Red Guardian continued singing with emotion, deeply focused on the music, unaware of anything. Bob, next to you, leaned his head slightly closer to your phone screen to see better, and soon everyone crowded around you, not wanting to miss the show. Soon, muffled laughter could be heard behind your phone.

"This is why I always missed karaoke days.." Yelena muttered to herself.

The next day, everyone was in the tower's living room, sitting on the couch. The group huddled around you, wanting to see the recording on your phone. Loud laughter filled the room, along with Alexei's shrill, off-key voice coming through the screen. Even Yelena had to admit it was funny. At that moment, attracted by the noise, Alexei cheerfully entered.

"What's all that laughter?"

You, still laughing with tears in your eyes, gave him your cell phone to watch the video. He took it, and for a few seconds his smile faded as he stared at the screen, focused. Everyone tensed, fearing that Alexei had gotten angry. But then a laugh like thunder burst out of his mouth like a torrent. He couldn't stop laughing while his shoulders and entire body shook.

"THIS IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN! YOU HAVE TO SEND ME THAT VIDEO!!"

On the other hand, when karaoke was in a more comfortable location, say, the tower or a club, everyone sang along. Some were more inhibited than others (like Bob, Ava, or Bucky), but they eventually gave in (sometimes forced by others, oops!) That said:

《How do they sing/ Who sings better?》

AVA: Surprisingly, she sings really well. No one thought she had such a prodigious voice since she always refused to sing, but after they exhausted her patience, she reluctantly agreed to sing a Katy Perry song even though it wasn't her favorite. She had a rather deep but in-tune voice, always using her chest voice to give character to the notes.

ALEXEI: Well, I've already said that he's not in tune, but he tries! Anyway, he's happy making others laugh and always laughs with them. In his mind, he thinks he sings well tho. And of course he also dances while he sings

BUCKY: Another surprise of the night: he sings well! He doesn't have a great voice, but at least he knows how to hit his notes. He almost always sings in a neutral or flat tone, leaning toward the low end (lack of enthusiasm, let's say), but when the others start encouraging him to continue, he begins to experiment and can reach some high notes.

JOHN: He boasts that he sings well, but he doesn't. He struggles to be in tune like Alexei, the difference is that he doesn't find it funny. In fact, sometimes he'll make up an excuse like, "I'm tired of singing, let's give someone else a chance, okay?" or "Sorry, my throat hurts today *pretends to cough*." And when no one believes his cheap excuses, he'll drag someone else into a duet so he can pretend and let the other person do all the work for him.

BOB: Oh sweet Bob, he's very shy about singing alone, so you always sing with him, but you're surprised to discover he has a beautiful voice. It's never that loud, as his shyness prevents him from singing higher, but when you're around him, you notice he's in tune almost effortlessly. A sweet voice, not at all pretentious.

YELENA: Like Bucky, she sings almost half-heartedly in a flat tone, but after a couple of drinks, she starts singing with feeling (like her father). Sometimes she misses a few notes, but mostly she does it pretty well. And she also drags others into singing with her (everyone, actually).

[bts-0t-7]

So What? | MYG | Chapter 4

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.9K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @codeinebelle @bontensbabygirl

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The doctors were able to do all the checks that they needed to do once Yoongi shifted. His fluffy, soft ears and curled-up tail kept twitching as he slept. You sighed, looking down at the stack of reports on your lap. The doctors have given you the whole stack, saying that you should spend some time reading them through and deciding the next course of action - for both you and Yoongi. Lunch break is only an hour and you for sure knew that there was no way possible to be able to finish this whole thing - you lifted the edge of a piece of paper - in that time frame. 

You rubbed your temples. Why did you have to bring it along with you to work? 

You unlocked your phone to see a picture that you took when everything was still hidden. “Hello, hello!” A hand shot into your view, waving to catch your attention. 

“Hi, Lils.” You offered her the best smile you could. 

“Damn, you look down indeed.” She paused. “What happened?”

Lillianne - or Lils, for short - has been working here for almost as long as you have. The both of you didn’t always work every shift together, but you sure knew that a Thursday shift was one that the both of you would work. The both of you were part-time workers, juggling a few jobs at the same time. Lillianne was a year older than you were, but she preferred to study and travel, claiming that she would rather see the world first before settling down for a full-time job. 

Sometimes, you were envious of her. The world was vast and broad but you needed the money, so you had to compromise. The dreams were placed aside in an old box, save for when you wanted some sort of motivation to keep life going. 

You hummed. “Nothing much, I guess. Just some hospitalisation documents.”

“Shit - what happened?”

You sighed. “Ever had a hybrid before?”

Lils’ family was well-off, not rich-rich, but very much capable of spending a ton, saving a ton, and then having some more to add in. 

Lils shook her head. “I mean, my family thought of it. My brother always wanted one but I felt that it was cruel. It’s like keeping a human being like a pet.” She scrunched her nose. “Like slaves.” 

You nodded. 

“You got one now?”

You shrugged. “‘Sorta. I never knew that he was a hybrid.” Lils stayed quiet, waiting allowing you to speak at your own pace. “I found him when he was a cat and then he stayed as a cat. I mean - at the same time, it never ever crossed my mind that he is a hybrid. I somehow just never thought of it.” 

Lils bobbed her head. “I get where you’re coming from.” She stood up straighter at the counter. “Some hybrids at the shelter refuse to shift, instinctively protecting themselves from their past trauma. It’s going to take a while for that guy to open up and trust you. Only then might, I say might - shift.”

“That’s the thing, Lils. He has already shifted and now he’s staying at the hospital.” You waved the stack of papers in front of your friend. “This is his. And I have dug a hole deeper than I can get out of.”

Lils’ eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“This guy - Yoongi, Min Yoongi - is an underground illegally bred hybrid.” She shot up, eyes wide. “That’s not all. It seems that he is all over the wants of the black market. You know like how people want their pets back and they are willing to give a reward? Yeah, the same thing.”

The silence in the shop was pregnant. “Shit.”

The both of you looked at each other. “So what are you going to do?”

You shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. I know that I don’t have the money and time to take care of myself, or worse yet another human being. The cats downstairs the blocks don’t count.” You sighed. “But at the same time, I don’t want to leave him. He has already been through so much and the doctors feel that it will be good for him to stay with me, seeing that the connection is already pretty deep.”

“Wait - hang on. Pretty deep?”

“The doctors are assuming that I managed to make him shift.”

“And did you?”

“I guess so? He was fighting it but I tried to persuade him and he… Did it?”

Lils had her hand over her mouth. “Damn. I think he trusts you.” She nodded her head vigorously. “Yes, yes. He either likes you or trusts you. Both take trust anyway. Good idea from the doctors. It is important for hybrids to be around who they trust in order to recover faster.”

You rubbed your face and sighed for the umpteenth time today. “I should ask our dearest boss for leave.”

“He’ll definitely let you go on a break but definitely won’t let you leave the company.” Lils laughed and you rolled your eyes, digging into your cold lunch. “You’re far too valuable.”

And who was your boss? 

Kim Seok-Jin. 

Of course, he would let you on a break.

Yoongi woke up to the constant beeping of machines and the airconditioner blasting full force at his face - in an empty room. That was the saddening part. He had hoped that you would stay after you managed to coax him to shift. But of course, he understood why you wouldn’t want to stay either. I mean, look at him. Covered in scars and bites, scrawny and sad - a monster, he sees himself in the mirror. 

He sighed, willing the tears to go away. He didn’t know why this felt like losing you and it hurt him to the extent that he has yet to comprehend the feeling - didn’t know if he should dissect it in the first place. 

His head shot up at the sound of curtains being drawn. “Oh! You’re finally awake.” A nurse wearing purple scrubs walked into the room and his instincts woke up. Yoongi hissed and attempted to jump out of bed when he realised that - he was cuffed, again. 

The nurse shot him a sympathetic look. “The doctors thought that it would be best so that you don’t injure yourself and others.” She moved around, checking rectangular boxes and liquids around him. “I’m Ling Hui and I’m the substitute nurse for Pong-Ran right now. She’ll be back soon.” The nurse stood up. “I’ll page Dr. Park to check on you.”

That light-smelling nurse left and the room felt even more empty than it was before. 

Yoongi sighed. He missed you. And he cursed himself for acting up. Only if his body didn’t instinctively act up from being stuck in that form for a long time, he wouldn’t have lost you. Tears welled up in his eyes again as he furiously rubbed them away. 

No, no. He wouldn’t cry right now. 

Yoongi’s head stayed down this time when he heard the sound of curtains drawing. 

“Hello! It’s good to see that you’re awake. I’m Dr. Park and I’ll just briefly go through what your body is going through now.”

Yoongi peeked up to see the doctor shuffling through his papers with a light smile on his lips. He has this angelic look that makes Yoongi rethink whether or not he has actually died and gone up and that he was currently looking at one of God’s angels - or something. 

“Hehe, why hello there. Finally, looking up?” Yoongi’s eyes snapped to the doctor’s. “Yeah, my wife does tell me that I have a too-pretty face. Always saying that I should just be a model and come earn more money for the household.” The doctor rolled his eyes playfully, a smile broadening at the mention of his wife. He seems to really love her. 

“Anyway, your owner, Miss Y/N, has already chosen the following procedures and medication for you. So we will move on with it.” Yoongi tensed up. “Oh, oh, it’s nothing invasive, I promise. She just wants to make you thoroughly checked and for you to have the appropriate diet plan and medication for when we send you back.”

Yoongi has no idea what is happening and what is going to happen. So he kept quiet and let the doctor do the explanations of what test was going to be done, how it was going to be done, and approximately how long it might take. 

Then, Yoongi got wheeled around to do the respective tests, cooperating with the doctors and nurses. He tries his best to talk about what he eats - his likes and dislikes - and where his body feels uncomfortable but finds it hard to express himself. 

It was only after everything was completed, dinner was eaten, and they left him to rest that Yoongi allowed his tears to fall, staining the pillow below him wet as he muffled his cries. 

You trudged home after your shift, legs almost giving up as you climbed into the shower room. You had taken up a call from the hospital in the middle of your shift, heart pounding, worried that Yoongi didn’t want to do the examinations or that something was wrong with him - 

“He is all good.” Your axis stopped. “With a proper dieting plan and a bit of medication for the time being, he should be up and going by the third month or so.”

Dr Park had been so kind as to also email you the test results so that you are kept up-to-date and he patiently answered all your questions - even the ones you felt were stupid. 

“No problem, Miss Y/N. It’s common to feel stressed and unknowing of what to do. That’s why we are here to make this adapting process easier. If there are any questions, feel free to just shoot me a text.”

The call had ended at that. 

And for the rest of the night, you had a stupid smile on your face, knowing that your kitty was alright and that it wouldn’t be long before he made it home. 

“Well, that also means that you will need to get new beds, make the guest room presentable and buy things too.”

Your shoulders had dropped at that fact. Well, your wallet was definitely going to feel infinitely lighter. You groaned. “Ugh, let me bask in the fact that he is fine first. Money is another problem for another day.”

Lils snorted. “Totally,” She flagged down her bus. “Text me when you get home and when you decide to go shopping.”

You sighed and slumped against the wall of the shower room. 

You really needed to get the guest room organised. Well, not that it isn’t already neat, just that it isn’t presentable. Like, you stuffed some clothes in the closet, the sheets have not been changed, the floors were cleaned every month, you know the drill. You stood up, washing the rest of the suds of your body and headed out of the shower room. 

Money and organisation will be left for another day- probably tomorrow, probably a day before he comes back - you don’t care. Right now, you really don’t care. Sleep is all you need. 

Of course, your alarm doesn’t not ring at 8.30 am. You turned it off with a flick of your finger and went back to sleep - if it was not for the shrill ring that echoed through your house. You attempted to ignore it at first, but the thoughts got the best of you. 

What if it’s your parents? What if it’s Lils? Wait, it doesn’t matter if it’s Lils. She just wants to shop. What if it’s the doctor - 

You shot out of bed. Shit, if it is Dr Park - 

You flipped your phone over to read the caller ID.

Bear🧸.

Well, fine. You swiped the answer button and placed the phone on your lap. 

“YO! GET OUT OF BED! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO ANSWER?”

You knew it. She’d be screaming. 

“I just got up, bitch. Stop yelling. It’s 9 in the morning. Too early for you.” You grumbled, hands coming up to scrub the sleepiness off your face. It seems like that night shift yesterday took a bit more out of you than you thought. 

“Come on. I’m driving and we’re going shopping. We got to get your kitty’s stuff.”

You yawned. “Where are you then?”

“Fifteen minutes to your house.” 

You shot out of bed. “What -”

“Don’t come blaming me! I tried to call you three times. Three times on full ring! It’s your fault!”

“You could’ve left the house only when I answered!”

“Then you wouldn’t have gone!”

“Hey, now that’s not completely true -”

“Yeah? Wanna bet?”

“On what?”

“Books. But technically I’m already out so it’s kinda useless.”

“You chickening.” You stated and heard a gasp from the other end of the line. 

“Am not.”

You rolled your eyes. “Bye, I’m going to get ready. Let yourself in when you reach. See ya.”

You hung up, tossing your phone onto the bed and headed to the washroom. Following your routine, you managed to put on some decent clothes just as you heard keys jingling from the living room. 

Your bedroom door opened and you heard a “Hiyah, bought you coffee on the way.” Before it closed shut again. 

You stepped out of the wardrobe and cleaned the countertop of your washroom, set your bed and fluffed your pillows, before turning off the air conditioner and walking to the guest bedroom where you knew your dearest friend would be waiting. 

“It’s really bare.”

“Where’s the coffee?”

“In the car.”

Lils surveyed the room. “It’ll do well with a fresh coat of paint. Maybe a contrasting colour. White and grey and then black photo frames. The shelves and drawers are already white, you can add in a tint of gold paint on the handles.” She nodded, proud of herself. “Guess the bedding can add a bit of green to make the colours pop.”

You had trouble catching up. “Grey for what? Which pane of the wall?”

“The wardrobe and the photo frame wall. The toilet can be green and gold.”

“Gold?!”

“Paint.” She clarified. “Gold paint.”

Oh, you knew that - 

“Okay,” Lils suddenly clapped her hands. “Let’s go! Buy everything then set the dates for the respective delivery. Oh yes, we need to change that -” She pointed to the old bedside table. “For something else.”

You were pretty sure it had dead lizards or something in there. You didn’t want to dissect it. 

The both of you left with ideas buzzing in your brains. 

The paint store was obviously the first, followed by the furniture store, the household store, and groceries - cause’ why not? - and then lastly, back to the coffee. 

Heading home, Lils informed you that she has already told her parents that she’ll be sleeping over at your house for the next few days, to help with the ‘reconstruction of the bedroom’. 

Her words. 

The removal of everything in that room was first. Including the bed frame, the bed, and now very narrow halfway thanks to the shelves being placed there. 

The painting job took a total of sixteen hours to complete painting everything and another good one and a half days for the paint to cure. Then came the cleaning of the room. That itself took a good half of the day. 

You thought that was all? To take a break? Oh no. 

The deliverables came. The both of you were on a labour streak. From building to shifting and arranging the pieces of furniture. Gods, by the time everything was done, you had your house to clean. And once that was done too, it took a total of one week. 

“The smell hasn’t left yet.” You said as you placed the last of the decorations in the room. “I’m afraid that his nose will be sensitive to it.”

You sat beside the cat plushie that you couldn’t resist buying.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. It will leave in the next few days anyways.” 

The both of you looked around the room to finally take in the view of your handiworks. Things changed a bit as the both of you progressed. The colour scheme remains the same but you’ve decided to paint the wardrobe black instead, the washroom green and white instead, and the fluffy rugs on the floors were a last-minute addition. The throw was an impulse buy but so was the cat plush. Not that you regretted it. 

“Ugh, I can’t believe we painted the whole place. You barely come into the room your walls were turning yellow from the damn musk!”

You laughed sheepishly. 

“Alright.” Lils got up. “They’ll be coming in a while. I’m gonna go home and take a damn good sleep while you have fun.”

You nodded. “Sure. Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem. Just hit me up anytime you go shopping again. Hopefully not for a whole makeover next time.”

The both of you laughed as you walked her to her car. “Alright, I’ll see you at work then.”

You waved as she drove away just as you saw the police car pulling up. 

Well, call for better timing.

[mappingthesky]

in honor of halloween, enjoy a lil sneak peak at the halloween segment of my upcoming college au ::)

It’s the weekend after midterms, and they’re on the way home from a Halloween party.

Jane has flimsy angel wings over a barely passable excuse for a white dress, and a feathered headband bobbles above her hair. Nymphia’s got on this little black catsuit with a tail that Jane keeps tugging on. She could’ve been more creative with this costume, but neither of them had really wanted to go in the first place.

It was a last minute decision on Nymphia’s part. Jane had agreed, because Jane always agrees with Nymphia. It’s as simple as that.

“Did you have fun?” Nymphia asks. She’s lined her eyes with these little black crystals that are starting to itch, and her cat-eared headband is giving her a headache, but Nymphia doesn’t care. She’s got Jane’s hand clasped in hers. Nothing else matters.

“Not with them,” Jane says, swinging Nymphia’s hand as they walk.

She’s talking about the group of girls who they hang out with sometimes, the ones who want them to take shots and try to pry their secrets away from them, who shriek when some shitty pop song comes on and try to persuade them to dance, an offer that Jane always scoffs at. It’s not the girls’ fault. There’s no room for anyone else between Jane and Nymphia.

“I had fun with you,” Jane smiles.

“Yeah,” Nymphia says. “You were my favorite part.”

Jane is always her favorite part. Years from now she won’t remember losing at beer-pong to a sorority girl who took the game a bit too seriously, or the guy who’d thrown a jack-o-lantern off the front porch, or the Soundcloud rapper who’d tortured the entirety of the party with his own music for half an hour. Those memories will fade into forgotten oblivion, but she’ll remember these meaningless little moments forever: her and Jane tucked into a corner, laughing at all of it. Jane and Nymphia giving fake names to anyone who tries to chat them up. Some guy asking why he can’t steal Nymphia away for a few minutes, Jane answering because she’s mine. Nymphia has never liked the sound of something quite as much as she likes the sound of that.

“We’re the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to this campus,” Jane declares, and Nymphia wholeheartedly agrees. She pities anyone who isn’t them, anyone who doesn’t get to see the way that Jane glances over, halo bobbing high over her head, and says, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Jane doesn’t need the wings and the halo. She sort of always looks like this to Nymphia.

[wafel1160]

finally doing it- finally posting my cat day smut.

Have fun ☺️🫶 ( also Dogday has a 🐱)

“You look beautiful.”

“oh?”

Catnap froze.

“sorry was that-? “

Catnap was starting to regret this.

Dogday laughs. “it’s okay don’t panic kitty!”

Catnaps ears perked up.

His tail started to fidget.

“well that slipped out.”

He looked at catnaps excited expression.

Don’t get too cocky- I’m only doing this cuz I’m bored.

He looked back at catnap only to see him smirking.

Dogday crossed his arm and looked the other way.

“I like it when you call me that

Catnap put Dogday’s hand on his face. “

When you call me your kitty.

Dogday blushed madly.

“ just start it already. “

Catnap snickered.

He put his hand around Dogday waist, causing Dogday to shift uncomfortably.

“ should I take it slow?” Catnap asked.

“n-no “ Dogday said flushed.

“ liar. “

Catnap rubbed his finger on dogdays entrance.

Dogday instantly whined.

Catnap smirked.

" can you not-! “

“no way, I’m trying to make the most with what I have. “

Catnap leaned Dogday to the wall and towered over him.

Catnap held dogdays wrist with one hand and put them above dogdays head.

He then held dogdays chin and kissed him.

Dogday flinched at catnaps sharp tongue. It felt like sandpaper against his mouth.

Catnap looked at Dogdays chest, going up and down as he pants.

" hm I don’t think I’m regretting this anymore. “

Dogday looked at catnaps erection out of curiosity. His tail started wagging and he looked the other way embarrassed.

“do you want a closer look? “

He grabs Dogdays head, and brings it to his cock

Dogday reluctantly kisses the tip.

Catnap shifted their positions- so that Dogday was on top of him.

Dogday stuck his tongue out, and slowly places the tip in his mouth.

Dogday closed his lips around it, and began bobbing his head up and down.

Catnap groans at the new pleasure.

He continued like that for a few minutes, sometimes going to kiss the sides.

“fu-“

Dogday immediately released catnaps cock.

“I think thats enough kitty. “ Dogday smirked.

“no- no I was getting there!”

Dogday laughed.

“ ‘I want to make the most of what I have’ “he stuck his tongue out.

Catnap groaned in annoyance.

Dogday climbed catnap and angled catnaps cock.

“hopefully nothing goes wrong”

He closed his eyes and leaned in.

Catnap moaned and Dogday tensed.

Dogday leaned in to catnap.

Their lips connected like a puzzle.

" c-can we switch? “

He was out of breath.

Catnap grinned.

They shifted positions again so that catnap was on top

Catnap started to pound into Dogday.

“hmmph.”

Dogday looked away in embarrassment.

" g-good kitty. “ Dogday gripped the blanket underneath them.

Catnap continued thrusting but he grabbed Dogdays face.

" look at me when you say it. “ Catnap growled.

He let go.

" good kitty.” Dogday said in between heavy breaths.

Catnap thrusted even faster, about to reach his climax.

" I think I’m about to-“

Dogday grabbed catnaps face and kissed him.

Catnap thrusted one more time before climaxing.

They separated the kiss.

" damniiiit. I hope nothing bad happens after this. “ Dogday whined.

Catnap leaned into Dogdays chest and purred.

“yeah yeah look all happy.” Dogday huffed.

Catnap smirked.

Dogday put his hand on catnap face, comforting him.

Catnaps weight dropped onto Dogday.

" catnap- too heavy! “

Catnap didn’t say anything, he looked asleep.

* * *

Catnap woke up, his pillow softer than usual, but a bit harder.

He opened his eyes to see Dogday. Catnap felt the dogs chest vibrate every few breaths.

He smiled to himself as he nuzzled Dogday’s neck.

Catnap felt himself purr.

“Well good morning to you too” Dogday said.

“Don’t you have things to do?” Dogday teasingly played with Catnaps ears.

Catnap responded by digging his face completely into Dogday’s collar.

“Catnap, I can’t stay here-“ Dogday struggled to move from the Cats strong hold.

(I don’t know how to end this)

[redux-iterum]

Charred Legacy: Chapter Fourteen

(AO3 counterpart here.)

It didn’t take long for ThunderClan to settle; for once, the ranks were content to nest together, tucked away cozily in a corner of the barn surrounded by sharp-cornered clumps of dried grass that Barley told the kits were called “haybales”. Fireheart just gazed around at the inside of the huge barn, reminiscing about the last time he was here: as an apprentice, resting on his way to the ceremony in the Mother, where he felt the blessing of Horoa course through his body and welcome him into the Clans.

With Spottedleaf.

Fireheart let the familiar lump of grief bob in his throat before swallowing it, distantly marveling at how the feeling of loss had faded over time. Did that mean he was caring less? He hoped not.

“Yellowfang!” Barley’s grand voice shook Fireheart out of his reverie and he looked to watch the heavyset loner meet up with the tiny seer as she limped over to him. “It’s been a while. Wish we could chat again in better circumstances.”

Yellowfang grunted. “No point in wishing. The forest burns and Suriin dashes it with rain. Nothing to be done about it.”

“Good to see disasters don’t change you,” Barley said warmly, eyes creased with amusement. “Speckletail said you were the one to alert the Clan this afternoon.”

Another grunt, and Yellowfang tossed her head. “The fool girl and I were told to stay awake the whole day in a vision. StarClan, for once in these cold months, was helpful.”

Barley shook his head, looking amazed. “Of all the spirits I hear about, StarClan and their dedication to the living awes me the most. They really did save all of your lives.” His face fell a little. “Almost all.”

“None of that now,” Yellowfang said. “Let the Clan rest as they grieve.”

She looked backwards at the gathered apprentices, who had their noses high in the air and ears perked. Fireheart watched them too, silently tickled at the almost nose-clogging scent of mouse and rat seeming to overwhelm the young cats. They certainly didn’t have the faces of cats that had just escaped a fire with their lives. Snowpaw in particular wagged his fluffy tail from side to side in eagerness, his blue eyes sparkling.

That was a good opportunity. Fireheart walked up to them and cleared his throat to get their attention. Brightpaw nudged Snowpaw when he didn’t look back down and he quickly followed suit.

“This Barn is overrun with mice, chriil*,” Fireheart said, signing ‘prey’ for Snowpaw. “Would you like to see how much you can catch for everyone?”

The hearing siblings almost jumped as they all straightened up in excitement. Brightpaw tip-tapped in place, gleefully near-shouting, “I bet I can catch the most!”

“I’ll catch more than you!” Brackenpaw said, and almost took off before catching himself and tapping Snowpaw, giving him the ‘go’ and ‘prey’ signs.

Snowpaw took off for one corner of the Barn without a word, leaving his siblings to scatter for different haybales and clumps of the stuff. Fireheart watched them go with a purr, glancing at Yellowfang and Barley, who had watched the whole thing.

“They’ll need that energy,” Yellowfang said, as Fireheart trotted over to her. “Once the Clan has rested for a day and a night, I and the girl will take them to the Mother.”

“During this?” Fireheart asked, tilting his head.

Yellowfang stuck her jaw out. “No better time, boy. They haven’t even need to waste a whole day traveling.”

“Fair enough.”

Fireheart fell silent and watched the apprentices as they sprinted after fat mice, or pounced like foxes into piles of hay and withdrew with prey in their jaws. In a very short amount of time, a not-too-small pile of mice and rats had built up, all of them delightfully fat. Slowly, heads lifted and eyes brightened with the now-exhausted apprentices taking one piece of prey at a time to each of their Clanmates.

Snowpaw in particular placed one at Ravenwing’s tucked-together paws and gently patted his neck with his paw to get his attention. When Ravenwing looked up, Snowpaw gestured something Fireheart couldn’t translate from here, and Ravenwing nodded once with two blinks. His eyes were still dull and his ears back, but he pulled the mouse closer to himself and signed something with his ears and a jut of his head. Snowpaw gave his mentor a lick between the ears before trotting away, his face troubled.

“Good lad,” Barley remarked, watching the apprentice fetch more mice. “Very good.”

Fireheart said nothing. He just nodded, his eyes still on his friend.

The day wore on and the rain stopped, and gradually the Clan fell back asleep. It was a late start in the night when everyone slowly woke up, but the general agreement was that it couldn’t be helped. Teaselfoot went out briefly and returned with the news that the fire was no longer visible, but a big cut of the forest was still smoking. There had been several of the boxy red cars stationed around the forest as well, and with that came the certainty that humans were still in the forest. Bluestar, looking very tired and emotionally drained, announced the Clan would stay for a few more nights until there was no smoke or humans left. Given the incredible amount of prey around and the warmth of their shelter against the air growing steadily colder, the Clan did not have an issue with this.

Yellowfang kept to her word: after speaking with the apprentices’ mentors, she announced to Frostfur’s litter that they’d be going to the Mother. She received a squeal of excitement from Brightpaw and Fireheart was certain she was about to swat the molly for yelling in her ears. The brothers were more subdued, but in the way of barely being able to restrain themselves from reacting with intense volume too. Snowpaw seemed to understand from reading Yellowfang’s lips and Ravenwing getting himself together and translating for the seer, but his reason for excitement was a little different.

“He’s thinking that he’ll feel the Mother’s power more than his siblings,” Ravenwing explained as Frostfur busily groomed her kits to ensure they had no straws left on their bodies before they went. “Since he can’t hear anything, he won’t be distracted.”

Greystripe hummed. “That could be an advantage, yeah. Don’t tell him it’s practically silent in there anyway.”

Ravenwing made a poor effort at a chuff, which came out as a somewhat-forceful breath.

“He’ll be able to understand Yellowfang’s words while she does the ceremony, right?” Fireheart asked.

“He’s gotten way better at lip-reading, so I think so.” Ravenwing nodded listlessly. “I kind of want to go to help him, but…”

“You don’t need to worry,” Greystripe said firmly, tapping him with his tail. “He’s got his brothers and sister to talk to. They can help him. If he needs it.”

Ravenwing didn��t say anything, but his expression brightened a little.

The apprentices left with Yellowfang and Cinderpaw once the evening drew into night, and thank the stars that the mostly-full moon peeked out from a single open spot in the clouds. The mentors waved them off, Frostfur kneading the ground anxiously. Willowpelt murmured something to her and she settled just a little.

With meals very swiftly taken care of, the Clan lounged around, some dozing, some chatting. Fireheart had the urge to go outside and check the perimeters of the Barn’s grounds, staring out of the doorway into the walls of tall plants.

“Nervous?” Barley asked, coming up to stand with him.

Fireheart nodded sheepishly. “It’s weird, being in a new place. I want to make sure it’s safe, but you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t, but… well, you heard about the dogs.”

The loner nodded gravely. “I saw them carry Oatwhisker out.” A shiver went through his back. “What was left of him, anyway.”

Fireheart couldn’t imagine the carnage, so he chose to avoid it by asking, “Do you think I should look around, just in case?”

“Couldn’t hurt.” Barley rolled a shoulder. “I’ll show you the place. I haven’t smelled any dogs, but I know where the best hiding spots are if they do crash the party, so to speak.”

Fireheart nodded gratefully. Quickly going back inside, he reported to Bluestar, who waved him off with a tail-flick and said nothing as he hesitantly waited, then turned and went back to Barley. The pair stepped out of the Barn entirely and started in the direction of the big house a small distance from the Barn.

“I hope your humans don’t mind us being here,” Fireheart said after a bit of silence. “Or approach the queens.”

Barley twitched his whiskers. “Oh, they don’t bother with cats. They don’t even try to pet me anymore. They just occasionally leave out food for me to eat. I’m sure having all of ThunderClan here is a shock, but I trust them to not bother your Clan. I’d be more worried about the dogs.”

“Yeah…” Fireheart chewed his tongue lightly. “WindClan doesn’t seem interested in trying to talk to them like they do other animals.”

“No one talks with dogs,” Barley said. “Not a buzzard, not a cat, not a fox. You can’t trust a single one.”

Fireheart looked up at the older tom, surprised. “Surely some of them are nice.”

“If they are, I haven’t met ‘em,” Barley replied, his ears back. “A dog exists to serve humans by killing other animals that haven’t done anyone any harm. They chase you and they bite you and they shake you until your neck breaks, and that’s what makes ‘em happy. I haven’t heard of a single dog that knew Fang, and I’d pay with my whole mouse supply to see one that can get along with any badger or stoat.”

Fireheart looked forward again, blinking as they turned for the tall plants. “Wow. That’s… not good. Isn’t there any way to communicate with them?”

Barley led him around a corner of the plant-wall that ran alongside a wooden fence. “Well, some have learned to speak their tongue, no Fang involved. That at least will distract a dog long enough to make an escape, if it won’t get them to stop chasing you.”

“Really?” Fireheart perked his ears. “Do you know any of it?”

“I do, as a matter of fact,” Barley said, puffing out his chest a little. “I’m not fluent, but I know the three key phrases that’ve gotten some friends of mine out of a scrape or two.” He beamed at Fireheart. “I don’t know if it’ll help, but I could share what I know with you, if you like.”

Fireheart nodded. “It can’t hurt to have that in my arsenal.”

“Alright.” Barley stepped over a fallen, thick stem of one of the plants. “Bloody corn ought to die by now… anyway. The first is—” He bared his teeth, perfectly dog-like, and made a deep growl in his throat, his face reverting back to round and friendly in an instant when he turned to Fireheart. “That’s ‘go away’. The other two I know are ‘stop’—” He growled again, higher this time and cutting off just as he raised his voice. “And ‘no’.” He made a remarkable impression of a short, angry bark. “That one’ll get you a lot of places, so I hear.”

Fireheart scrunched up his face as he tried to mimic them. His voice was softer than Barley’s, even trying to raise it to imitate him, managing to get “no” out alright but struggling with the other two. He chuffed in embarrassment, saying, “I think I’m a little too quiet and high-pitched to get the other ones.”

“NO!”

The toms jumped in unison and whipped around at the shrieking bark, staring dumbfounded at Cloudkit, who was walking right behind them.

He trilled. “I did it! I did it right! Right?”

Barley relaxed and purred. “You sure did, little lad.”

“Cloudkit,” Fireheart said, chiding and amazed at the same time, “how long have you been following us?”

“Since that.” Cloudkit nodded to the first row of corn. “You left big pawprints so I found you super easy. An’, an’ I was quiet so you didn’t hear me. Did you hear me?” He looked to Fireheart brightly, feet pressed together like he was awaiting praise.

Fireheart wanted to scold him. He just sighed and tilted his head fondly. “You snuck up on us very well, little guy, but you shouldn’t be out here. Brindleface is very worried about you, I’m certain. Did you tell her you were following us?”

“Oh…” Cloudkit deflated. “No. I just wanted to come. Am I in trouble?”

“Not with me, at least,” Fireheart said, and nosed him back in the direction of the Barn. “Come on, let’s get you back there. Sorry, Barley, I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Take your time,” Barley said cheerfully. “See you later, kiddo.”

Cloudkit waved his kit-short tail at him before trotting along with Fireheart, occasionally peeking up at his uncle as if to make sure he wasn’t angry.

“Make sure you say ‘sorry’ to your mother,” Fireheart said after a pause. “It’s important to say that when you did something wrong.”

Cloudkit’s face turned worried and a bit sullen. He looked down at the ground now, mumbling, “Just wanted to follow you…”

“I know, and I’m not upset with you,” Fireheart said gently. “But that wasn’t the right thing to do. The next time you want to go out, tell someone, okay?”

Cloudkit nodded silently.

Fireheart tapped him with his tail. “Tell you what—ask me when you want to go outside again, and I’ll come with you. You’re too small to be wandering around alone, but if you have someone watching you, then you could go a lot of places. Does that sound good?”

This perked his nephew up a little. His ginger face turned back up, eyes hopeful. “Can I go around with you and Barley to see everything?”

“Well, that’ll depend on what Brindleface says,” Fireheart purred. “But I’d sure like to take you next time. We’ll have to see if your mother lets us go that far.”

Cloudkit nodded again, much cheerier this time.

Fireheart was right—when they returned to full view of the Barn, Brindleface was scurrying around outside, her eyes popping out of her head with panic as she shouted, “Cloudkit! Cloudkit, come here right now!”

“I’ve got him!” Fireheart called, and walked a little quicker, Cloudkit trailing behind reluctantly. “He followed me and Barley. He’s okay.”

The tortoiseshell whipped around and ran over to them, making Cloudkit flinch. “Baby, you scared me! Don’t run away without telling me! A dog could have gotten you!”

Cloudkit’s eyes returned to the ground and he scuffed the mud. At Fireheart’s gentle nudge, he looked up just enough to say, “Sorry…” loud enough for his mother to hear before hanging his head again.

Fireheart tilted his head apologetically to Brindleface. “I didn’t know he was with me until he said something. I brought him back as soon as he did.”

“Thank you, Fireheart.” Brindleface shakily exhaled the last of her panic and looked Cloudkit over. “Oh, and look at you, your paws and belly are muddy. Come inside, we’ll get you cleaned up.”

Cloudkit said nothing, just shuffled along after her towards the Barn. Fireheart couldn’t help a pang of sympathy at the unhappiness hanging over his nephew.

“Hey, Cloudkit!” he called. “Tell your brother and sister what you learned tonight!”

The kitten looked back at him, and he gave him an encouraging nod. With that, the puffy ginger tail lifted again and he followed his mother at a trot, though it was still a bit of a youthful waddle.

Fireheart watched him go until he disappeared into the Barn’s shadows, then turned around and loped the way he’d come to rejoin Barley.

He had to admit, though he never would to Brindleface, that Cloudkit tracking them and not making a single sound was pretty impressive. He’d have to take that into consideration for when he became an apprentice.

*”Chrii”: a young cat, literally “little changing cat”. English equivalent would be a friendly “kid”. Pluralized here as “chriil”.

[conflictedreflection]

Yandere Oc's X Male Reader

ALL FAKE!!!

Waking up sucked. You preferred sleeping because then you wouldn't need to your shady ass and very much illegal job.

You lived in the city a very busy city. Tokyo.

However, you had a great view from the apartment you lived in.

The tall buildings reach for the sky, creating a mesmerizing skyline. The streets below are bustling with life, as people go about their day, creating a vibrant tapestry of movement. It's a view that never fails to captivate you.

Currently it was 4:30 a.m and you needed to get to the lab at 6 a.m. it's time to get ready.

You work as a scientist. In a lab where your fellow work mate's experiment on non human entities that have appeared less then a year ago. This very much was illegal but at the end of the day not many cared about these " entities ".

These entities took on Various forms..animals...half animals... objects...

They all however had human like intelligence.

Half-human entities were very much able of feeling emotion's such as pain , sadness , depression etc... this was found out through your colleague's experiment's.

The entities were kidnaped ( this is the part that's illegal because no one cares about the entities ) then experimented on.

Your role in the lab was clean up service. You clean up the bodies of the entities that may have died or of your colleagues that were killed.

As you're showering you think about the message you got from one of your superior that liked to gossip.

He said that the lab has gotten some new entities..

You wondered if any of them will survive the beginning experiment's. Those were the most died in.

The scientist would be more harsh to make them submit, put them in life or death situation to see their full abilities and much more you were unauthorized to know.

The new entities where:

A half snake ( which is also referred as a naga. ) they are identifiable by their scale's and half of their body is snake like.

A shape shifter they are identified by how their entire body seems wrong like their body isn't correct.

A sentient jelly like substance in a shape of a human. You've got no idea what the fuck that is.

A half octopus. ( having tentacles instead of leg's )

A vampire ( Fang's and pale skin. Commonly seen with red eyes )

A half dog ( having dog ears and snout )

A half cat ( cat ears , whisker's and tail )

Stepping out of the shower you put on your typical unfirom for work.

A light blue shirt and black pants a long with it are black boots and white long coat lab.

You go towards the kitchen have breakfast before heading out to the bus stop.

The bus leave's you off about thirty minutes away.

The walk is complicated and when you were new you often got lost. There was a bunch of turns and shit.

Finally you sigh as you see the lab.

You enter and is immediately greeted by the A.I assistant voice.

" Good morning ( Name ) ( Last Name ) you are just on time. Please, head to the main area. Thank you & good day! "

You sigh and head to the location knowing it's gonna be a long day today.

Eventually you make it to the main area in which there greets you your superior Dr. Nie. Dr.Nie was a handsome young man with a brown bob cut and light green eyes having two moles underneath each eye. His uniform was exactly like yours accept his shirt was darker blue. He held a clipboard with his black pen touching his lip.

"Ah, morning. Listen here we've got some new entities today and some of them lived. Not without making a mess. Go to examination room 107 and clean up. I recommend wearing a mask the smell is simply malodorous."

Grimacing you accept and go to the supply room.

You couldn't help but take a big gulp of air before putting on the mask and going in room 107.

Blood was pretty much everywhere and green scale's were scattered across the room.

You're pretty sure there was also a piece of a scientist uniform.

In the middle of the room in a pool of blood was broken glasses.

Ah you think a scientist was eaten.

From the scale's you're guessing this was the snake's testing room.

You pull your gloves tighter before throwing the soapy water that was in the black bucket across the room and start cleaning.

The glasses were thrown out.

A dead person does not need glasses.

You wanted to complain how you were underpaid however you were too scared to do that.

Couldn't get fired they'd simply kill you so you don't tell anyone about the lab.

Even if they didn't, where would you work?

You failed college.

Sighing you silently apologize to your mother who always told you to study and everytime you brushed it off.

After finishing you speed walk to the staff bathroom and wash your hands carefully and throwing the now dirty glove's in the bin.

You hear the bathroom stall open and close.

"Oh, Dr. (name) ! How are you? You weren't present yesterday." A monotone voice was heard before the sound of the sink started.

"Mm. I was sick."

"That's a shame, you've missed an entertaining show."

"Let me guess, someone's tried to quit?"

You got a hum in response.

"Let me fill you in."

Dr. Gold then proceeded to tell you in detail that you really didn't want how the execution went.

It was stupid really. Wasn't it obvious you'd be silenced?

The stupid man was thrown in with 333.

333 was a half crocodile and half horse. Having the mouth and teeth of a crocodile also the speed while the body of a horse. A truly horrifying thing.

You say goodbye and again speed walk to continue the rest of the day.

All went great till you were called to the second main office...

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