#and the most mellow kitty ever

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[princessbrunette]

can’t stop thinking about all the little ways apocalypse!johnb displays casual dominance.

it’s the little things, like the hand he always seems to have on the back of your neck. it’s gentle most times, standing around the camp together with the warm caress of his palm cupping the tepid skin there, rubbing a thumb along the bottom of your scalp whilst he listens to pope talk about the control tower updates. you like it, it makes you feel held without making a big scene of things. love and pda was a touchy subject now that so many people had lost someone, or were just suffering from loneliness so you didn’t wanna rub it in everyone’s faces that you’d found eachother. the gentle touch keeps you near to him, the way he likes it.

john b just does things for you to help get you ready and speed the day along. something you notice, is the way he’ll lay out an outfit for you on a cold winter morning as you stand there in pyjamas all puffy and half awake, watching in silence as you adapt to being conscious. you’re sure it’s roughly 6AM — but he’s moving around quickly throwing your things together so he can take you out into the woods within the fences and reach you how to shoot. you can tell the visage of sarah’s passing still haunts him, which is why he gets these random trauma fuelled bouts of sudden desperation to teach you to protect yourself, just incase. you pout grumpily because when it was john b who was dressing you, he would never let you dress cute during the literal end of the world. you’d mutter out something about it ‘stifling your creativity’ which he’d ignore as he starts to pull your pyjamas off to help you change. he’d pile warm layers on warm layers that would keep you comfortable in the morning chill which was honestly sweet — given that he was dressing you like a little teddy bear in those fuzzy sweaters, thick jeans and boots that you’d replaced the laces with ribbons. you didn’t really mind, not at all.

aside from this, he doesn’t let you come anywhere that he deems too dangerous — meaning it was rare you ever got to leave the gates to kitty hawk — no matter how often you whined about it. “look, okay — the answer is no. you’re not coming. no way.” he was hard on you because he cares, and felt it was his duty to keep you safe.

when he eventually lets you out with him he’s practically got you on a leash, gripping you by the shoulders and lecturing you if you take a step too far. he mellows out if it really does feel safe, only pulling you back towards him to bring his water bottle to your mouth, mopping you up when some dribbles out. “need to stay hydrated, okay — can’t afford to have you passing out.”

when you stop listening or go into your occasional daydream, john b isn’t afraid to check you. especially if it was important. you’d zoned out while jj stands before the entire camp, briefing all the campers you’d collected on some new weapons that had arrived from a successful supply hunt. he was the weapons master after all, so he really knew his stuff. you knew john b was stood at your side with that same tense look, brow creased and arms folded — but when you begin staring off at the treeline his attention turns to you, unfolding his arms to lightly grip your chin to point it back to the front. “listen up. this is no joke.” he’d warn.

overall, he’s mega patient with you. as you might imagine, you’re always thrilled to see him when he comes home from a long supply hunt or anywhere really that he had to travel to, which sometimes can take up to a week. john b, being the guy he is always has some kind of news to tell the group — so usually he barrels back through the doors immediately talking at everyone with this new information. this of course doesn’t stop you from running to his side and throwing your arms around him. the routledge boys flow state remains unbroken, continuing to ramble at the group as his hand rubs your lower back, letting you cuddle into his side. you knew he’d give you his full attention later on, laying with you quietly talking on the hammocks outside your shared cabin — but for now you didn’t mind. sometimes the casual nonchalance turned you on.

his dominance can shine through in real gentle ways sometimes — your boyfriend squatting down infront of you when you’re sat on the floor of your shared little cabin, cleaning his weapons for him wearing your dirty little white nightgown that you’d scouted on one of your few supply runs. his knees click when they bend and he’s a little tired looking but he smiles big anyway when he brings his backpack to his front, rifling through it until he pulls out a new girly trinket he’d found for you on a trip. you’re unsure as to whether or not he’s talking so gently because he’s exhausted — or because he’s just so sweet on you but he holds your gift up and barely raises his volume to say “hey, got you something. do you like it sweetheart? found it just for you ‘cause you’d been so good this week bubba.”

he often comforts you when you get upset over him returning home with a dead rabbit slung over his shoulders. “okay, oh god — you were not meant to see that.” he deadpans when you catch him in the act — but soon he’s got you scooped up on his lap (with the rabbit cooking outside over a fire) as he rocks you back and forth. “look, we have to eat sweetheart. i swear i didn’t wanna kill that bunny but we don’t have much choice right now. you can close your eyes the whole time. i’m gonna feed it to you. okay?”

of course, some dominance is just far from casual — like when he’d return from a pharmacy run during the week with his pockets stuffed with condoms so he can put your legs over his shoulders and stuff your aching cunt. “i know baby, i know it’s— it’s definitely been a while. haven’t been able to find protection i can trust literally anywhere but i’ve got heaps now, so i can fuck that sweet little pussy the way you want. i know you missed it sweet girl, i know.”

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Icy cool kittens

How the frostheim boys would be like as cats

Wc: 720

Jin

The fluffiest white Persian cat, he even came with his pedigree papers detailing his bloodline.

And as if he knew the fact he acts pompously too, specific about his wet food and how much you can touch him before he snaps and scratches you.

Fucker sleeps every hour of the day at the top of the cat tower, it's so hard to find him awake other than when he meows loudly at you to brush his hair

He will only meow when asking ordering something, be it the food you are eating, a door he wants open or for you to get Thoma off of his ‘throne’

If you want to cut his claws or do anything he would normally refuse to, for some reason classical music mellows him quite a bit.

Even if doesn't do it often when he screams at the kittens Luca and Kaito they stop everything immediately and keep quiet for about 10 whole minutes before causing a ruckus.

Thoma

He was the meanest but prettiest street cat you had ever seen on the streets, a beautiful coat even if it was matted and dirty with dust and cut in some places with scars from previous fights. Luckily he allows you to pick him up and after a shower and brushing he looks perfectly dashing like a show cat like Jin

For some reason he bonds with him really fast!! Seeing how Jin refuses to put in the effort to groom himself, unless it's to bring you the brush so you groom him, Thoma quickly steps up to lick him every morning like a mommy cat would with her kitty.

He doesn't like touch beyond minimum care but catnip tea gets him so high off of his mind he allows himself to sprawl on your tummy and make biscuits on it.

He is much more involved in whipping the kitties in line, quite to swipe a paw at them if they stand on the counters or claw at the furniture. He might even grab them from the scruff and hiss at them.

Kaito

A small cream Scottish fold with big eyes that don't have one single thought behind them.

He is the smallest of his bunch, when you rescued him from the alleyway his ribs were showing and his fur really matted and stiff. Luckily soon after you got him his appetite picked up and his weight became normal.

The cuddliest baby ever, whenever you sit down or lay down for any reason he is the quickest to rush to your lap or chest and starts purring up a storm. When you go to sleep please be careful to not kick him because he will be right next to your feet.

Every hour is zoomie hour dashing around the house, be it to burn energy or to run away from Luca who was attempting to play fight with him.

Luca

Another pedigree kitty, a beautiful British shorthair.

The man who gave him to you told him he has a habit of escaping to seek his littermate he was separated from too soon so be careful with your doors and windows.

Luckily enough his attempted escaping acts stops a few days after coming home and meeting Kaito he seems to have taken him as his missing brother and is stuck to him most of the day.

He seems to recognize his name and will go to you if you call him, but looks so sad if you call him ‘lucas’ rather than ‘luca’ for some reason, almost as if he was about to get scolded like a child. But at the end he is your child so it kind of fits.

When you open your eyes in the middle of the night he will be around your bed or door guarding you, fearful that you might get attacked at night and not be able to defend yourself, and sleep while you go to work/school and the others are wandering around.

He picks so many play fights with Kaito it isn't even funny, at first you even though he might be a bully! But, given how Thoma doesn't step up to break them up and how after getting hissed he relents, you think he might just have a whole lot of energy and decided to make that Kaito's problem.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

What are your opinions on more „popular“ salt takes about Adrien and Mari, like the typical „Adrichat is an ass for for flirting with LB after she rejects him“ and „Maribug us a horrible stalker“?

Well, I'd be lying if I said that I have no idea where they're coming from. There are definitely times when I'll watch an episode and wonder what in the world the writers are trying to do, especially when it comes to Adrien's behavior as it's played a lot more straight than Marinette's. While I don't like her behavior at times, it's almost always treated as a joke, not a dramatic character beat whereas I cannot say the same for Adrien.

But these are characters in a TV show, not real people and we need to keep that in mind when judging them. It's why my go-to thought is "what is wrong with the writing staff" and not "Adrien is an incel." Because Adrien is very clearly not supposed to be an incel. Unless the writers are plotting something truly asinine, the Love Square is our end game couple. We are supposed to view Adrien as a charming and funny romantic lead. When he falls short of that role, it's not Adrien "showing his true colors." He's a fictional character. He has no true colors. If his actions and words are ever unbecoming for a romantic lead, it's because the writers are failing to write Adrien the way they want us to see him.

They consistently do this to all of the characters. Alya's supposed to be an awesome friend and a smart journalist (I think), but she can't see through Lila's BS. Marinette's parents are supposed to be loving and supportive, but they randomly believed that their daughter stole from their bakery to make a dress and didn't even try to let her explain herself. Nino is supposed to be the Chosen of Protection, but he didn't care to protect his best friend and just happily sent Gabriel on a rampage without a second thought.

Give me a character and I can point to a bunch of episodes that justify every salty take this fandom has because they're not pulling this stuff from thin air. They're picking and choosing the worst writing in the show and venting about it, which is frankly understandable. Like I get why there are so many Alya salt fics. Her writing in the Lila episodes is infuriating and I do find those fics a little cathartic at times. But it's really, really obvious that she's not supposed to be a terrible friend. She's a victim of the writers drawing the Lila plot line out for far too long and making Lila's lies far too obvious.

Similarly, a lot of the issues with Adrien and Marinette stem from the fact that you simply can't draw a romance plot out for five seasons without causing issues unless you make the romance a background plot. But they didn't do that. The love square is front and center for most episodes, but since it can't actually resolve, the writers keep adding drama that makes our leads feel horribly unhealthy.

On the Marinette side, her not being able to talk to Adrien was fine as an initial issue, but we are five seasons into this show. Over 100 episodes! You reach a point where it stops being cute and starts being concerning. It's also not helped by the fact that Marinette's crush is written like a celebrity crush and not a crush on someone she actually knows. Daily exposure to Adrien should mellow her out. Especially since he's supposed to be her friend! But if the writers let Marinette talk to Adrien, then they'd grow closer and might feel like they had to get together, so they couldn't let that. Thus Marinette being a disaster for four seasons and the terrible shoehorned plot to try and justify it in season five.

On the Adrien side, they let Chat Noir confess too soon. Prior to that, the Ladynoir relationship was a playful one where it was feasible that Ladybug just viewed her kitty as a massive flirt. This was especially true since he flirts with everyone. But once she knew that he was serious? The playfulness vanished and Chat Noir started coming across as entitled and pushy. It didn't help that they had him ignoring her preferences ("Don't call me Bugaboo") and getting them in trouble by not taking his job seriously (his flirting getting them hit in Oblivio).

In summary, the love square should have been resolved much sooner or been relegated to a b plot that got far less attention. I also would have reversed the square since it makes for a far more interesting story that you can organically draw out longer, but that's just me. I don't have any issue with people ignoring the canon problems and just writing Adrien and Marinette as the cute couple that they were obviously intended to be. I also enjoy fics that treat Adrien's pushiness as a character flaw that can be resolved because that's what canon should have done. His issues aren't the mark of a terrible person. They're the understandable flaws of a teenager who is in love for the first time and doesn't know how to express himself. If a show would actually address this kind of common tween/teen issue, then a lot of kids would get an incredibly valuable lesson that would help them when they grow up and fall in love. If you're ever watching Miraculous with a kid, I strongly encourage you to approach Adrien's character from that perspective. Talk about why his actions are understandable, but ultimately wrong and more likely to push someone away than win their heart just like we see with Ladybug.

[stxr-bxy]

alternative marauders headcanons

james

somewhat alt, more of a rock person but definitely appreciates alt culture. favorite artists are fleetwood mac, melanie safka, jaco pastorious, the smashing pumpkins, and heart.

sirius

punk rock badass. his favorite bands are bad brains, death, black flag, bad religion, and sleater-kinney. he likes the sex pistols too. but has an appreciation for lots of music. he likes david bowie, sisters of mercy, and deftones.

remus

prefers rock but also enjoys punk. favorite artists are david bowie, the strokes, october country, pink floyd, and iggy pop. considers himself punk-ish because he listens to the music and agrees with the ideology. the proof that you don’t have to dress punk to be punk.

peter

grunge rock stan. favorite artists are nirvana, soundgarden, mudhoney, red hot chili peppers, and stone temple pilots. dresses like he’s homeless (which is basically how i dress) but makes it look cool with diy and studs and spikes.

lily

loves almost all music. favorite artists are radiohead, evanescence (idk why i just think she’d like them), bratmobile, pixies, and x ray spex. she dresses kinderwhore-ish grunge and loves dressing feminine and distressed (idk how to describe it). adores the punk subculture and loves when baby punks come to her shows.

marlene

the ultimate riot grrrl. dislikes the movement from the 90s bc it wasn’t super intersectional and excluded queer/trans women and poc but recognizes that it did help some women and should come back with some improvements. favorite artists are bikini kill, hole (but doesn’t support courtney love), bratmobile, emily’s sassy lime, and L7

mary

somewhat alternative but definitely a badass. favorite artists are abba, fiona apple, björk, kate bush, the bangles, and blondie. she likes anything raw and emotional with meaningful lyrics. loves to analyze songs and find out the symbolisms behind them. in her opinion music doesn’t need to sound good to be good, she cares more about the meaning.

emmeline

loves female artists and queer punk. favorite artists are mommy long legs, kittie, pinkshift, cheap perfume, and baby guts. loves subversing gender roles in music and fashion so she sometimes dresses masc and incorporates those themes in her music. proof that someone can be both a sweetheart and a total badass at the same time.

emma

loves all music. literally everything. favorite artists are coven, the slits, mitski, garbage, and limp bizkit. her style changes all the time but she loves hippie and indie styles. her favorite song is california dreaming by the mamas and the papas. loves lighting incense and going for walks. somewhat alt but more of a mellow subversive alt instead of an in-your-face-let’s-tear-it-all-down angle.

regulus

goth and punk. favorite artists are joy division, alien sex fiend, the muslims, and the clash. doesn’t dress very punk but dresses in a more casual goth style. only goes all out for shows and concerts he goes to. most of his wardrobe is black so he can never find specific clothing items.

pandora

faerie goth and hippie-ish. loves ethereal wave and cold wave music but also likes other stuff. favorite artists are molchat doma, cocteau twins, nine inch nails, and siouxsie and the banshees. dresses in a hippie-ish fairycore style and never dresses casual unless she’s at home. definitely shaved or bleached her eyebrows at one point.

barty

punk punk punk punk. the punkiest mf you’ve ever seen in your life. he exclusively wears leather jackets and crust pants. favorite bands are dead kennedys, rage against the machine, pure hell, the runaways, and pansy division.

evan

barty’s badass boyfriend. listens to almost all music. his favorite artists are eminem, the neighborhood, kiss, and joan jett and the blackhearts. somewhat alt, fashion is whatever he can afford and thinks is cool. gets a new piercing or dyes his hair as a coping mechanism.

dorcas

punk rock princess. favorite bands are pure hell, gina young, vulpes, bad brains, and mannequin p*ssy. they love poly styrene (x ray spex) and really look up to her because she was a very influential black woman in punk music. always had headphones on and is blasting “germfree adolescents” at all times. also loves kat bjelland (babes in toyland) and ari up (the slits)

[pb-littleverse]

can you write little!hyunjin and little!vivi spending the day together with hyunjin caring for vivi like a big sister. cg!haseul is also there watching them and helping them especially helping vivi and cleaning up after hyunjin

Super cute!! 😭 Vivi and Hyunjin dynamics stay winning. Thank you for the request!

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Aeongie had been feeling brave. That day, she finally asked Kahei if they could arrange a playdate with Heekkie at the ARTMS dorms. Kahei had ruffled her hair and grinned ear-to-ear and promised that she would arrange something ASAP.

But it turned out that “ASAP” wouldn’t come as soon as Aeongie liked: her Heekkie was caught up in a filming schedule all week, and she wouldn’t be free until the next weekend after that.

After Kahei broke the news to her, Aeongie stayed brave. She flopped facedown in her cardboard rocket ship and sighed until the tips of her fingers felt fuzzy. What she didn’t notice at the time was Kahei punching Haseul’s number into her phone.

When her Momma called her name and made her an offer, she poked her head out from the ship and nodded so eagerly, it rocked the whole ship.

It wasn’t a playdate with Heekkie, but it would be close enough to old times to remind her of one.

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Aeongie ties and re-ties the pretty pink ribbon that Kahei gave her. Seeing her big sister get all dolled up for their trip got her so excited, she wanted one for herself. Kahei had been happy to share, helping her knot the ribbon tightly, but not too tightly, into a bow on her wrist.

Now Kahei sits on Haseul’s lap, gently rocking back and forth as their mama works to combine her double-ribboned braids into one.

For how badly Aeongie wants to take off running and play, she’s being very patient. She rubs her fingers against the stitched checkers of their quilt, fascinated by the uneven texture of the ground beneath them. They’re on a reserved stretch of green along the river, swaddled in the shade of a great big tree, and feeling the breeze of a mellow afternoon.

And since their trip outdoors wouldn’t be complete without a picnic, Haseul made sure to come prepared, lugging a basket half her size.

Finally, tucking the last bits of hair into place, Haseul plants a kiss on Kahei’s head and pats her once on her sides.

“Done, sweetie!” she beams. “You’re the most beautiful princess this side of the river has ever seen.”

Kahei stands up and squeals, doing a little kick at nothing as Aeongie flops down and squirms in the grass.

“Complete with the prettiest kitty by her side, of course!” Haseul adds on, and both girls croon their delight. “Now, go play!”

They don’t have to be told twice. Aeongie tears down towards the water’s edge, and Haseul savors a small feeling of triumph as Kahei calls out to slow her down before she can.

Even when she’s regressed, Kahei is a natural caretaker, and Haseul trusts in her totally. Especially when it comes to an outdoor trip like this, Haseul knows that Aeongie is happier to listen to guidance from her big sister than her mama. 

Haseul keeps a watchful eye on the two of them, even while hanging back. She prepares the picnic, cracking open the basket and preparing an artful arrangement of crisp greens, fruit salad, chilled watermelon slices, finger sandwiches, and snack cakes.

Kahei and Aeongie both crouch down by the water, the former wetting her hands and scooping something from the mud. She hears Aeongie’s excited shout from afar before both are tromping dutifully back up the hill to show her something.

Aeongie bounces from one foot to the other as Kahei gently unfolds her hands. There, the subject of their excited attention, is a tiny green frog sitting tamely on Kahei’s palm.

Haseul gasps and praises their find. While Aeongie wants to bring the frog home to show Yeojinnie, Kahei breaks it to her gently that their froggy would be happiest back by the water.

None too bothered, Aeongie accepts what she’s told. Haseul joins them by the water as they bid the frog a gleeful farewell, watching it dart away into the muck. A fierce pride wells in her at having raised her girls so well.

When Aeongie stays crouched and staring, Kahei hugs her little sister from behind until Aeongie purrs her satisfaction. Moments like these almost have Haseul fooled into believing Kahei isn’t as much a menace as the rest of the LOONA littles.

Then Kahei guides Aeongie away from the water’s edge, and she transforms into as much the kid she has every reason to be today. She subjects her little sister to every manner of trial, blindfolding her with the pink ribbon from before and then spinning her around in circles.

When Aeongie slips on a patch of mud, Kahei runs and tumbles with her, both of them laughing as they sprawl out in the dirt. While Aeongie is rougher between the two of them, Kahei knows just how to run her around and shake her energy out.

In time, they play hacky sack, which just as quickly becomes a mutual game of “think fast.” This soon becomes “chase and grab” (because kitties don’t “fetch,” according to Aeongie), until the hacky sack lands near Haseul’s feet at the base of the tree, and she beckons them to settle down and join her on the quilt.

Once Haseul wipes the dirt off of Kahei’s hands with a wet cloth, Aeongie lets Kahei do the same to her muddied face. Haseul then squirts some sanitizer onto each of their hands before removing the lids from their miniature feast.

Kahei laughs and claps. Aeongie squirms in her seat while Haseul reaches over to clasp her bib. She prepares a plate for both of them, and then fixes one for herself.

When everyone is served, they dig in. Both girls chug water from their bottles without needing to be reminded. Haseul pretends she doesn’t see Kahei sneaking bites of her dessert before having finished her greens.

Nearly done with their meals, Haseul bares a mischievous grin and spits a watermelon seed at Kahei, who giggles as it harmlessly pings off her forehead. Aeongie hurriedly munches down a slice, retaliating against Haseul with a brutal spray of seeds.

And so the war begins. Kahei and Aeongie double-team her as expected, but when Kahei slyly shoots a few seeds at Aeongie, the battle carries on just between the two sisters.

All the better for Haseul to start cleaning up. They’ve certainly lightened the load of the basket, and Haseul sings lightly to herself as she repackages the containers.

As the girls’ energy starts to wane, Aeongie flops over in the grass, wiggling to the tune of Haseul’s song and basking in the sunlight. Kahei, ever the attentive little deer, sits dutifully by her side and rubs Aeongie’s full tummy.

It’s what helps keep Aeongie calm as Haseul comes to take her bib. Their messy little kitten has always been a sticky eater, and today is no different. The bib is saturated red with watermelon juice, as are the sides of her mouth.

Haseul pours some water onto the unused end of the washcloth, sponging delicately at the sides of Aeongie’s mouth, and doing so quickly before she can protest.

With another hour left in their reservation, Haseul backs herself up to rest against the base of the tree. Kahei yawns and draws closer, laying her head down in Haseul’s lap with a contented sigh.

Aeongie quickly crawls to join the mix, worming her way into Kahei’s arms and kneading the ends of Haseul’s dress.

As the breathing of the girls gradually gives way to soft snores, a light croak catches Haseul’s attention. She looks to the river and hears another like it, and another, until the frogs at the water's edge are all serenading her efforts in a lovely, trilling mass.

[cryptidsurveys]

Monday, July 29th, 2024.

1~ What quality do you value most highly in others? Some form or variation of empathy. Those who are understanding, considerate, nuanced, capable of putting themselves in someone else's shoes or seeing something from multiple points of view.

2~ Are you more aggressive or mellow? I have mellowed out a lot over the last year or so. I'm a rather mellow driver. I'm very mellow at the animal shelter…in fact, I'm probably too mellow. People will routinely express annoyance over various situations, and sometimes I'm like, "that's fair, I can see that;" but other times, I just don't understand what all the fuss is about. I've been there for a little over a year now, so I would consider myself fairly integrated into the way of things, but there are times when I wonder…am I just extremely good-natured or am I ignorant of why this is such a big deal? Sometimes I feel like I have to feign annoyance in order to fit in. I guess I'm just really leaning into my increasingly Type B personality.

I think the only time I really even approach aggression - or, more accurately, passion/assertiveness - would be around my dad. He's the only person with whom I feel comfortable fully expressing myelf. Oh, and I am more animated with my therapist as well, but again, I think "aggressive" would be too strong of a word. It's not that I'm never aggressive; it's just that it's become such a rare thing and it hardly ever surpasses irritation, disappointment, etc. A momentary "God fvcking damn it!" and then back to business as usual.

3~ Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? My dad.

4~ Do you take any vitamins or medication? I don't take any vitamins or prescription medication, but I do take OTC migraine medication.

5~ Do you want to grow old with someone? Romantically speaking? It's a lovely thought, it's definitely something I wish for, but I don't know if it'll ever happen. I'm still having a difficult time genuinely connecting with other people. It's just so hard to trust; it feels easier and safer keeping everyone at a distance.

6~ Do you treat others better or worse than yourself and why? I'm actually not sure. I am trying to treat myself better in general, though. You know, that whole concept of "you can't hate yourself into a version you can love."

7~ What sound is annoying you right now? The swamp cooler is kind of loud, but I wouldn't say it's on the level of annoyance. The only time it really gets to me - assuming I don't just sort of block it out - is when I'm trying to sleep.

8~ Where was your last vacation to? I haven't been on a proper vacation in years.

9~ Where was your last car ride to? Like, as a passenger? It was on Friday evening, when my dad and I went to that fundraising dinner for the animal shelter. The last time I drove was earlier today, though - home from the shelter. I was there from about 7am-12pm. I was there all day yesterday, too - from 7am-5pm. Full days are getting easier!

10~ Where did you last walk to? I don't remember the last time I walked anywhere in particular…or even just went on a casual stroll.

11~ What gives you a peaceful feeling? Driving home after a long day and unwinding with some classical music. Listening to historical, philosophical, or space-related YT videos while I fall asleep. Making art. Crickets chirping in the night. Spending time out in nature. Cloudy, rainy, snowy, or otherwise "gloomy" weather. Cuddling with my kitties. Etc.

12~ Are you a light sleeper? I guess I'm somewhere in the middle. I won't wake up over any little noise or disturbance, but I'm not hard to wake up if need-be.

13~ When you sleep next to someone who usually falls asleep first? It just depends.

14~ How many people have a piece of your heart? I would say three people have significant pieces of my heart, with numerous others having random small bits of it.

15~ What do your salt and pepper shakers look like? I don't have salt/pepper shakers.

16~ When was the last time you hurt yourself? I don't recall.

17~ Would you rather live in the city, suburbs or the country? The country.

18~ Have you ever built something? Nothing major, but small things, sure.

19~ Are you more of a maker and giver, or a taker and user? I guess it's a balance. I don't think I fall heavily to one side or the other.

20~ Do you take naps? Occasionally. I don't like to take them, but I will if I really have to.

21~ Do you buy holiday gifts early or at the last minute? I don't typically buy gifts for the holidays. I bought a few things for my mom last year because we've been back in touch, but otherwise, I just…don't.

22~ Do you laugh when there is no joke and dance when there is no music? Hmm.

23~ If someone else were to describe you what would you hope they would say? Aside from my dad or my therapist, I think I'd be scared to ask. I mean, many of the people I know probably think good things, but…idk, it's kind of like mind-reading in the sense that ignorance is bliss. I would really just rather not hear their assessment of me.

24~ What is the dirtiest habit you can think of? Idk.

25~ Do you ever need ‘quiet time’? Yeah. I need about an equal amount of quiet time and social time. Too much of one or the other will leave me feeling out of sorts.

26~ Do you think it is harder for a parent to outlive their child or for the child to outlive their parent? I think a lot depends on the circumstances.

27~ What was your best find from a flea market, garage sale, ebay or thrift? Idk.

28~ What is one selfish thing you tend to do? Prioritize myself and my feelings. <- This. Like, I know that's not necessarily selfishness by itself, but sometimes I cross the spectrum into selfish territory.

29~ What kinds of people do you find intimidating? I find everyone intimidating.

30~ Out of everyone you know who has the most unique personality? I swear to God, I feel like I'm living in an RPG or simulation because everyone I know has some sort of stereotypical/archetypal personality and it fvcking WEIRDS ME OUT. I also feel like everyone is running scripts, like they just say the same expected things all the time. No one ever says anything that just comes out of the blue and really surprises me. It's always like, yeah, you WOULD say that. ;D Okay, maybe it's not that bad, I do know some people who don't completely fit a mold, but it's still weird…

31~ When do you do your best thinking? Who even knows.

32~ What was a choice that you didn’t want to make but you had to? Having sick cats put to sleep.

33~ Have you ever written a letter to a soldier? Maybe in school…I'm not sure. It just sounds vaguely familiar, like something I might have done at some point.

34~ What does your favorite coffee mug look like? It's just a regular mug with a picture of a calico kitty on it and it says "Meowy Christmas."

35~ What age do you think it is most difficult to be? I've had such an unconventional life that I feel like I can really only speak for myself, but even then…it's hard to say. Most of it has been difficult.

36~ Do you think you could handle a day in jail? A single day? Yeah. I could probably handle a lot of things for a single day.

37~ Who is the most overbearing person you know? Hmmm.

38~ Have you ever been on a trampoline? Yeah.

39~ What do you use batteries for the most often? I think the only things I use that require batteries are my keyboard and mouse, but I don't have to change them very often.

40~ Would you prefer to wrap your own presents or have them all gift wrapped? Wrap my own.

[fuka-petals]

intro because I should probably make one 🎉

🎀 I'm V, the internet silly who's not funny at all

🔪 I'm autistic, nonbinary, and a lesbian

🩸 I'm not very interesting

🦇 my hyperfixations include Vocaloid, Yttd, Digital Witch Mayura, Touhou, Milk outside of a bag of milk, Irisu Syndrome, Angelbrained/Mellow's ocs, etc.

🎀 I will never shut up about VFlower, live laugh Flower

🔪 #1 Floyu shipper (I don't hate other ships btw as long as they aren't problematic)

🩸 My ocs are very dear to me, most of them are in my novel I'm writing that barely ever gets updated

🦇 my carrd is https://vintro.carrd.co/

🎀 basic dni, do not repost my work, and if you do anyways then credit me at least

🔪 Also, Olikase shippers DNI./srs

🩸 Please read my pronouns. page that's in my carrd

🦇 silliness forever

🎀 I'm anti proship btw but also anti harassment, telling ppl to ƙƴ$ and sending gore etc is never okay

thanks for reading, persona refrence sheet post link hereb

art tag - #vs art

my kitties tag - #fukase 🐈 #moomoo 🐈 #fukase and moomoo 🐈

[nualaofthefaerie]

I know this is probably a joke but a lot of people are not getting it so I will leech off of this beautiful post to explain why Dream of the Endless deserves nothing BUT death.

I'm gonna start off by making it clear that I love Morpheus. I love that fucking loser so much, however, I need to draw the line between fanon Morpheus and canon Morpheus. They are NOT the same.

Fanon Morpheus is so mellow and he is a kitty meow meow meow, and he is made to be very submissive and human and pitiful for lack of better words, but that is not canon Morpheus. Canon Morpheus is a very ruthless, cynical, crude monarch. He is petty and he is evil and he is spoiled and he is self-serving. That IS part of his charm.

Comics/show s2 Morpheus is not a hero, he is much more akin to a villain if we break down his behaviours and put them on a moral scale.

Many people have not read the comics and that is fine, Tom Sturridge acts Morpheus much more human than he is in s1, but nonetheless, as he also says in the new BTS footage, we are now going to see Dream.

It's not for nothing that he tells Death that he is amazed people find her terrible even tho he is much more horrific than she is. As we will see in SOM, he was cruel to Nada, Lucifer themselves fears what Morpheus could be when he sets his mind to it, Desire is not being petty, Desire knows Morpheus is the petty one, holding a grudge for over a thousand years for something completely inconsequential. He is cruel to his own son, beyond belief and blames Calliope for something HE did.

With Dream of the Endless it's often: commit a war crime, an unspeakable atrocity, then get called out on it, throw a tantrum AND then realise you've committed a war crime and now here comes the pity party. And since we absorb this story from his point of view we are inclined to be sympathetic with him, but I will always say that dying was the least he could do to atone for all of those he had hurt especially Orpheus, especially Nada, especially Lyta Hall, especially the pain he burdens Lucienne with, the guilt with which he leaves Nuala, the no options he leaves Desire with.

If anything, Dream is the Endless who is jealous and he is most jealous of Destruction.

Dream offed himself because he understood that there had been no return from the atrocities he had committed.

Until the end, there are only two beings who hold onto him and try to actively save him. Those two are the only ones in the entire universe he has ever shown constant understanding and love to, but that is another conversation for another day.

I think the funniest thing about the sandman is how Dream is just trying to keep the world from literally falling apart and everyone just wants to fucking kill him LMFAO like give the man a BREAKKKK

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: robert pattinson

full name: jack beckett

nickname(s) / goes by: beck

pronouns & gender: cis man & he/him

sexuality: bisexual

birth date: november 1, 1986

birth place: kitty hawk, north carolina

arrival to merrock: fourteen years

housing: the coast & pier

occupation: carpenter & sculptor

work place: carpenter with some local union; has a small studio in his backyard for more creative works (sculptures show off his skills in welding, carpentry, ceramics)

family: parents & one sibling back in nc

relationship status: single

PERSONALITY

five positive traits: dexterous, mellow, creative, curious, tender four negative traits: flighty, sour, downhearted, reserved

WRITTEN BY: S.J (they/them), pst.

BACKGROUND

what beckett remembers most from his boyhood are all the things his uncle taught him about camping. every summer, his uncle and his cousins would come pick him up early in the morning, beck and his brother would kiss their mother goodbye, and the group of four would head towards the appalachians. two weeks--sometimes more--spent in the mountains, exploring and learning survival skills impressed the young group of boys.

setting up camp, going on hikes, splashing around waterfalls, dreaming under bright stars, all of it stuck with him all year long until it was time to go back out again. it was a place he would go to when his lessons were under-stimulating or his homework lacked luster. which was often considering school and books were never things that held his attention for long. his parents were the academic sort, but beck was quite the opposite.

though he wasn’t exactly hyper, it’s true that beckett has never liked to nor has he really ever been able to sit still for very long. rather, he has always liked to pick things up, pull them apart, and tinker with moving parts to create something new. breaking things was more fun than keeping them intact, especially when all their little bits held promise in other forms since he often had “vision” of what they could be. this yearning, unrefined creativity is what made his high school carpentry class so special. it gave his hands something to do while also allowing him to bring something to life. before that, he had always been getting into trouble by picking fights with his peers.

seeking and finding things of utility and beauty in blocks of wood, then shaping them out of his own hands empowered beckett. it also slowed him down, allowing him to reflect upon his thoughts and feelings before acting upon them. ask anyone that he knew him as a teen, they will agree that he changed that last year of school. his aggression lessened and the glint of mischief in his eyes had become a spark of inspiration.

while much of his “bad boy” behavior had melted away by the time graduation rolled around, beck's brooding aura remained. he continued to keep mainly to himself. despite showing up to social events more frequently, he kept to corners and quiet individuals. most know him because of his cousins, who were popular and vibrant, but his cleverness and humor remain a mystery to them. every once in a while, though, beckett will venture out of that timid and dark shell and people will catch a glimpse of the kindhearted man he has grown into.

TL;DR: a young camper outgrows his antsy pants by expressing himself through carpentry and sculpting

[tired-biscuit]

𝗟𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 18+ mdni, fem!reader // oral (m!receiving), deep-throating, messy blowjobs, mentions of drool/spit, facial (bakugou). established relationships, they're aged up.

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𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜

Getting off your birth control leaves you feral.

Bakugou – slightly confused but nevertheless thrilled by the urgency you exhibit – isn’t quite sure what’s gotten into you as he watches you drool on his dick, looking all snug between his thick thighs when he comes home from work that night. 

Tugging him by the hand as soon as he had stepped foot through the front door of your shared apartment, your perplexed boyfriend hadn’t been even given the chance to kick off his heavy combat boots before you had come running in your adorable pyjama set and socks, colliding straight into his rather startled embrace.

Now, his gauntlets lay abandoned on the floorboards beside the small pile of clothes which you’ve practically torn off of your body in meek attempt of getting yourself naked for him as quickly as possible. Kneeling before him, you’re completely bare whilst making eye contact with the most lust-blown eyes he’s ever seen you own. Your cheeks turn hollow as you suck him off like you’re the thirstiest bitch he’s ever had the pleasure of encountering.

That turns him hot and bothered, but he knows better than to say it out loud. You’re acting like a little whore, licking and swallowing down his salty pre-cum like it’s a delicious treat, and it makes his skin pull taut and his body temperature rise until he wants to tug at the stretchy spandex of his hero suit like a madman. 

But instead of doing that, and thus risking tearing the fabric, he slides his gaze along the arch of your exposed spine; bounces it along the curves of the two plush hills that form your tight peach, which he likes to spank oh, so very much.

Your skin is glimmering with sweat in the mellow light of the TV you were watching just before he had arrived. So pretty.

“Fuck babe,” Katsuki mutters, voice low and raspy – so, so tired, “somebody needs it bad, huh?”

All you do in reply is take him deeper into your mouth; warmth and wetness embracing his sensitivity in an instant. It makes him hiss through gritted teeth, rosy lips pursing when your tongue starts to twirl over the swollen cockhead.

Katsuki sinks deeper into the decorative cushions of the couch, pushing the mask from his eyes and up onto his forehead with one terribly sluggish movement. Spikes of ash blonde bend underneath it as he breathes in deep and sighs. The bruising ache that riddles his entire body persists to linger long after work, but he allows himself to relax by sheer will. 

He’s finally home, spending quality time with his girl. It’s about damn time, he deserves a little break like this one.

Though, he should give you something in return. Right?

When he reaches out and runs his gloved fingers through your hair, you suck him even harder as a reward. Warm spit gathers at the corners of your lips, making them glisten. 

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. He loves how much you love him. It’s so evident, there are literal hearts in your eyes. The pure shitshow that are your hormone levels right now are making you insane in your horny little brain, and it suits him just fine.

All eagerness and urgency to please your pro hero after his tiresome patrol; you’re dragging your pink tongue along the throbbing vein on the underside like a hungry kitty laps at a bowl of cream. He can’t tear his tired eyes off of you. You’re just so nice to look at; slutty and yearning for his cock like that.

But god-fucking-damn it, he’s ready to bust the fattest nut when your lips leave him and you take a deep, shuddering breath that nearly sounds like a little gasp. Your mouth – that sweet, wonderful mouth – wraps around one gloved digit and sucks. Nips. Teeth clench lightly and tug. Until the leather slides off and the calluses on his hand scrape your cheek instead. Skin to skin contact.

If it were anyone else, you’d be worried about germs on the damn thing. But it’s Katsuki fucking Bakugou’s glove you’ve just taken the liberty of putting in your mouth. If you wanted to, you could eat a damn meal off of it, it is in fact that clean and you both know it.

However you; you are nasty. As the leather falls onto the floor with a silent thud, you pucker your lips and spit right onto his fat cock, fingers wrapping tighter around the already slick base. You start to pump: up and down, up and down, up and down – tits bouncing with the movement, hands looking so fucking small compared to his intimidating size.

He’s so red in the face. He can feel the tingle of heat, and he hates it, because now you muse when you look him dead in the eye. And holy shit, the smirk that ghosts over your lips makes him want to smash his head against the wall like the angry bull that he is.

You just provoke him in the worst possible way; provoke him in the best way. It’s no wonder he plans to marry you someday. But judging by how you’re acting right now, he guesses that the baby will come first.

“Look at you,” you taunt him like you’re reading his mind, smiling that tricksy grin that makes his heart want to roar. “Somebody needs it real bad, huh?”

Oh, you little minx.

“Shut the fuck–hah...” He blinks when you grip him tighter and palm him faster, the bridge of his nose scrunching in annoyance whilst he attempts to gather his wits and thus clenches his thighs. He’s so tired, he can’t hold on for much longer. It’s been nearly ten minutes, the time isn’t his best one but fuck it. He’s fucking drained, all right?!

Well, not fully drained yet. But he’s about to be.

“Gonna cum for me?” Your eyes are so glazed as you say it. “Gonna cum for me real good, big boy?”

“Y-yeah.” His exhale is painful as it lodges in the back of his throat, the stutter that had just left his mouth making him see red. He’s going to lose it, he wants his control back. A snarl forms as he grits out, “That is, if you go fuckin’ faster... C’mon, hotshot. Pick up the pace.”

Before you can retaliate with what he guesses is yet another witty remark, he wraps your hair into a tight knot around his beaten-up knuckles and tugs it harshly before he shoves you down. Head pusher, that’s what he is. He’s all fake arrogance despite breaking apart, thumb stroking your cheekbone as he holds you down, down, down – makes you choke.

His hips buck upwards now, nice and steady. He’s fucking your mouth just like you wanted him to as the blazing heat inside his stomach goes loose and he loses himself as a result. And for fuck’s sake, somehow, during all of this, he manages to lose control of his quirk, too. 

Sparks dance atop his broad palm when he releases the makeshift knot of your hair and cups your hot, tear-stained cheek instead. It tickles as it grazes your skin, the heat completely bearable but still hot enough to leave you startled.

It starts to burn rather quickly.

“Babe, no, no, no–” Katsuki grits his teeth, sucking in a sharp breath, “Wait a fuckin’ sec, dumbass!” 

It’s all bark, you yank your head back the moment the sparks touch you for a second time around, and he can’t stop it. It’s too late.

There’s no explosion as his toes curl in his boots and he cums; of course there isn’t, just thick ropes of white. He can handle his quirk just fine, even if the rein sometimes slips from his hands at vulnerable times like these. But there is something else, though.

A facial.

It is an accidental one, to be fair. Still, accident or not, you don’t look happy.

“Sweetheart,” he pants, reaching out. His palm still feels warm from the quirk as the scent of caramel promptly fills the room.

The glare you point at him is nowhere near as sweet.

“Ki, you fucker! You got it into my hair!”

𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜

Denki zaps you the moment his dick winds up inside your warm mouth.

The poor man just can’t help it. Even almost a year of steady dating is not enough to get him used to being spoiled by a pretty girl such as yourself. Watching you in all your glory is everything he could have ever wished for, and it makes him so fucking sensitive and dumb in the brain that it’s no wonder his quirk went berserk in mere minutes.

Shit. His quirk went haywire.

The realization actually hurts him more than it hurts you.

The little gasp you voice when the faintest hint of electricity flashes over your cheek as he caresses it in an attempt to soothe you, is enough to make the pro hero begin to drown in pure, relentless panic. Now, the flash of white-hot pain brings tears to your waterline as it lingers on your skin. It doesn’t ache all that much, but instinct prevails and you flinch despite not wanting to.

You can feel it in your teeth.

“Fuck, I-I’m so sorry!” He’s barely keeping his eyes from rolling into the back of his skull as concern falls over his sharp features when the realization strikes as quick as his quirk did. “Did I–... Did I hurt you? Does it hurt…?! I’m s’sorry!”

He’s babbling and slurring on his words because your mouth is once more full of cock despite the initial surprise; plush lips wrapping around the head that’s causing him so much trouble. You’re that adamant on making him cum and he’s just so dumb. It’s lovely, especially as you kiss his dick and mumble out a determined, “Mm-mm.”

Denki isn’t convinced, not even when you offer him your best efforts.

“You sure? Wouldn’t it be better if I checked…? Yeah, I should check, shouldn’t I?” His pause only makes his worries grow even more profound. It’s cute but agitating; the way he’s literally talking to himself and losing focus whilst you're attempting to make him relax. “Lemme check.”

“Mmh- It’s fine, you didn’t even zap me all that much, c’mooon!” Pop! – a groan is voiced in protest from your side as you part from him fully with an audible noise and a long string of glimmering saliva that is stubborn at keeping you connected to him no matter the stretch and the vacant space in-between.

Staring at it, the glare you fix for him now makes the yellow in his eyes all the softer. He feels so appreciated because of how badly you wish to please him, he really does, but he just can’t concentrate if there’s even the slightest chance out there of him causing you harm.

Not that he could concentrate at any other given matter. He is buzzing all over as he grips your face to check for any signs of injury and thus leaves you burning in his wake; you can hear the hum of his immaculate power inside your ears.

Up-close, it is frightening. Thrilling. It makes adrenaline course your very blood.

Every touch makes you shudder. The voltage that’s still present isn’t nearly as high as to be considered deadly, but it is potent enough that it makes his hair stand up. It aims towards the ceiling as lightning weaves through every vividly-blonde strand.

Watching him in literal awe, he looks like he’s sunk underwater mid-air. How peculiar. Enticing.

Glowing, your boyfriend's skin is riddled with sparks that crackle and remind you of the static you used to collect on old television screens when you were a child. The entire room feels too small as his overwhelming presence begins to pour in and overtakes the space. He’s just so full of life that it’s scary in a way; especially because it seems that he doesn’t realize how strong he actually is.

Pure energy runs through his veins and turns you alert. Turns you needy and horny for more, because he’s like a deity in your eyes, no matter how much he stumbles over his words and how wide his eyes get in concern.

Seconds pass. He’s breathing so hard it’s funny in a way. A chuckle slips out and he follows suit.

It turns into a groan rather fast when you lean down to please him again. Kisses travel along the length of his cock, wet lips pressing small, lovely affections that make him twitch all over as heat begins to pool inside his belly.

“C-cutie, I-...” His voice breaks before he can say anything more. He’s breathless.

“Shh. Focus, dummy.”

You can feel the hint of electricity again as it kisses your tongue when you take him back in. It turns you numb; makes you yearn for more. Thoughts become blurry, saliva turns runny. Even your eyes are rolling back as you feel the lightning fill the hollow of your bones.

His spine goes rigid when you fully commit to making him spill, but he still runs his fingers through your hair so gently it makes your heart flutter. His moans fill the room. Nothing but breathless, hot whines and incoherent curses that stick to the ceiling.

Every smooth flick of your tongue rolling against his sensitive tip is heavenly. Goddammit, just seeing you on your knees – utterly naked and looking up at him through tear-riddled lashes – is heavenly. He’s ready to bust a circuit, quite literally. Especially when you push further down and take him in, in, in, without him even having to ask for it.

Minutes pass. Up and down, in and out. He’s deep in your throat, bulging against your skin and inching closer to your heart with every bob of your head. Oh, what a delight that is.

But it’s a problem, too. Keeping his consciousness sticking together while you’re going down on him is a task that proves to be awfully troublesome for a ditzy man like Denki. The last two brain cells he owns are skipping out of his brain with a quick ‘See ya.’  as your throat tightens around him and you suck even harder.

He hopes they’ll come back after he cums and you wipe your mouth clean.

God knows he could use them.

[baroquebucky]

smooth like butter

bucky just loves flirting with you

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a/n: hi hi bffs !! hope ur all doing well <3 here is a flirty bucky fic inspired by butter !! he is so charming i am gonna punch a wall,, hope u all enjoy let me know what u guys think & remember to stream butter <33

Bucky didn’t think he had it in him anymore, he thought surely that part of him from the 40s was long gone, erased from him after all these years.

Then his eyes landed on you at the coffee shop, a bright smile on your face as you picked up your order and made small talk with the barista, you looked so happy and god you were the most beautiful person in the world. He felt himself blushing as you turned around, his gaze quickly focusing on the the coffee infront of him.

He pulled his phone and immediately texted Sam, not know how to handle the situation.

just talk to her buck, I’m sure you’ll fall into routine like back in the day ;)

Bucky scoffed at his message, looking up to find you but you were nowhere in sight. He frowned, looking out the window and seeing you walking down the street, coffee in hand. His heart dropped a bit, upset he would never see you again, but he brushed it off quickly.

Sam was over for the weekend, the two sat in Buckys living room, watching a soccer game and making small talk.

“was thinking of getting a cat” bucky mentioned, taking a sip of his beer and looking at Sam. The man smiled, nudging his friend.

“ooh okay! gonna get yourself a little grumpy staring partner i see” Sam teased and bucky rolled his eyes smiling at his friend.

“dunno if i should, you know since we go on missions all the time” he frowned and Sam shook his head.

“you can always ask your neighbors to cat sit if your gone for too long, I’m sure it won’t be too much of a hassle” Sam assured his friend and bucky smiled, nodding his head as the two friends relaxed.

The next day bucky headed to the nearest animal shelter, nervous to pick out his new feline friend, his eyes shining as they took him around the facility, presenting each of the cats with utmost pride.

“this guys name is alpine, he’s quite mellow and sweet, very well behaved and house trained” Buckys eyes met with the cats and he smiled, the cat purring into Buckys hand.

“I’ll take him” he smiled, the cat cooing up to the super soldier with ease. As he signed all the papers, alpine continued to purr into Buckys touch, excited to finally have a home.

“you can pick him up in two to three weeks after we finish up checking him out and giving him some shots! We’ll give you a call two days prior if that’s fine with you?” The receptionist smiled and bucky nodded, waving goodbye to alpine and walking out the shelter doors.

Bucky had a smile on his face and his eyes were for once off the floor, smiling to himself as he shopped for his new friend, getting him all sorts of toys and treats. He easily went up the stairs to his apartment before stopping at his door and realizing he need to unlock the door. The boxed and bags he had so delicately balanced came tumbling down as he set them down to reach for his key.

“fuck” he whispered, trying to balance everything only to have him drop his key.

“let me help!” he heard a sweet voice, he was too embarrassed to look up, fumbling with everything as you took half the things in your hand and let him grab the keys. Bucky looked up and met your eyes, his heart raced and he realized it was you, from the coffee shop.

He didn’t let his state linger for long, quickly moving to unlock the door and grab the rest of the things from the floor, holding the door open and inviting you in.

“you can set it on the counter, thanks so much” he smiled, you nodded, placing everything down gently as your arms already shook from how heavy the boxes were.

“you’re getting a cat?” You smiled and bucky heard sams words ringing in his ears, just be yourself, let the 40s flow back to you, he had scoffed at him before but now here was bucky, letting himself just trust his gut.

“yeah! i get lonely sometimes and ive always wanted a cat” bucky smiled, your knees buckled. God his smile, that had to be the most charming smile in all of Brooklyn, you were sure of it.

“oh nice! I used to have a cat, his name was mittens” you smiled, nervous as he looked at you, your fiddled with your fingers before realizing he probably wanted you to leave.

“I’ll get going don’t wanna bother you” you smiled, waving goodbye to him.

“wait!” bucky called out and you stopped in your tracks, face flushed as you turned around. Bucky smiled at you before speaking up.

“what’s your name? I could’ve sworn I’ve never seen you around, i would’ve remembered someone a pretty as you” he asked and you chuckled lightly, blushing at his words and your palms sweating a bit.

“y/n, I’m two doors down” you smiled and he returned it, walking up to you, your heart raced in your chest as he stuck his hand out for you to shake. You shook his hand quickly, noting the way his hands were much warmer than yours and how his calloused hand felt against yours. Your stomach was in knots by the time you pulled away, mind racing and wondering if he felt how sweaty your hands were.

“I’m bucky” he replied, “I’ll see you around i hope” bucky grinned and you nodded.

“if you ever need anything you know where to find me!” You shot him one last grin and walked out, face hot and heart racing. You felt a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your face and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing once you shut the door to your apartment, you were so flustered by him you were fucking sweating.

You had seen bucky in the halls a couple times, flashing each other a smile and making small talk. Each and every time you found yourself nervous under his gaze, sweating once the two of you parted ways and you hoped to god he never noticed. Bucky being the observant super soldier he was, did notice, but he found it sickeningly sweet. His heart fluttering as he noticed the way your heart rate quickened around him, the way you fumbled over your words at times and fiddled with your fingers.

Bucky took any and every opportunity to talk to you, helping you with groceries even if you weren’t struggling, dropping stuff on purpose for you to help him out. He even invited you out for dinner a couple times, the two of you getting along perfectly and conversation flowing easily.

“you know you have a really nice smile” you complimented him as you stopped infront of your door.

“do i?” Bucky grinned and you nodded, heart racing as you looked away from him, “then whyd you always look away when i smile at you?” He teased your mouth flew open.

“i- well it’s just- you-” he cut you off with a small laugh.

“just teasing you doll, i have the same smile as my mom” he spoke softly and you smiled, you hand squeezing his slightly, “you should get to bed, don’t you have work in the morning?” Bucky grinned and you nodded.

“You’re quite the charmer james” you whispered and you looked into his blue eyes, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon” you smiled before walking into your apartment, leaving bucky outside smiling like a fool.

The shelter called bucky a couple days after that date and bucky couldn’t get to the shelter fast enough, excited to bring home his new friend. Scooping him up into his arms and signing a couple more papers before walking out of the shelter with a wide smile, cooing at the white cat.

“got someone who i think’ll wanna meet you buddy” he smiled, pulling into the apartment complex and walking up to his apartment, letting himself in and setting down alpine to explore.

“youll pee here, this is your litter box, best of the best for you” bucky smiled, pointing everything out to the cat. He played with him for a bit, giving the cat sometime to get used to his surroundings before going two doors down and knocking, a smile on his face.

Your heart jumped at the sudden sound, you weren’t expecting anyone so who was this? You looked through the peephole and saw bucky, a small smile on his face as he looked down at the floor and then back down to his door.

“oh god, oh fuck” you whispered, looking at the mirror next to you and taking in your appearance, you were in sweats and a t shirt, hair slightly messy. You tried fixing your hair to the best of your abilities before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

Bucky could hear you panicking, he bit his lip to stop the smile on his face. But he failed miserably as you opened the door and gave him a shy smile.

“hi bucky! i wasn’t expecting you” you laughed softly and he gave you a small smile.

“sorry, i just- i got alpine- my cat, i picked him up today and figured maybe you wanna meet him?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck and your eyes lit up, a smile on your face as you nodded quickly.

“oh! yes oh my god yeah let’s go!” You giggled, following bucky quickly down the hall and into his apartment. Your eyes landed on the white cat and your hands flew to your mouth.

“he’s so cute!” You cried out, bucky smiling at your reaction, alpine quickly noticing you and walking up to you. “hi little kitty, are you alpine? such a sweet name for a sweet boy!” you cooed, smiling as you crouched down and let the cat. Bucky couldn’t stop his heart from fluttering, cheeks flushing as he watched you.

“can i pick him up?” You asked, looking up at bucky and he nodded, you swiftly picked the cat up with a wide smile.

“you can sit on the couch if you’d like” bucky smiled and you thanked him, gently sitting on the couch and bucky followed suit, giving you some space. The two of you took turns petting and cuddling on alpine, soft giggled filling his apartment.

“thanks for introducing me” you spoke and bucky grinned at you.

“‘course, had to show him the most beautiful gal here” bucky smiled and you blushed at his comment, but he didn’t stop there. “i was wondering actually uh- stark has this gala thing- i mean you can say no it’s just- do you wanna go with me?”

Now it was Buckys turn to blush, he knew there was a huge chance you’d say no. I mean you hardly knew each other, the longest you had talked was for like 30 minutes in your apartment when he helped you bring up groceries two days ago.

“me?” You questioned, eyes wide as bucky nodded.

“I’ll get a dress for you and everything, just need to take someone and I’d prefer it be you” he smiled, how could you say no to him?

“uh- i wow- i mean” you sputtered out before stopping yourself and nodding, “yeah okay” you smiled and bucky grinned.

“thanks so much doll” he spoke and you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, giddy with excitement.

Soon enough the gala came and bucky dropped off your dress, letting you know he’d drop by at 5:30 to pick you up to head to the dance. You were nervous as you slipped the gown on, it was a black to match the suit he’d be wearing, somewhat simple but had some pretty accents throughout that made it absolutely stunning.

You got ready quickly, bucky knocking at the door before you had a chance to slip your shoes on. You opened the door with a smile, Buckys mouth falling open.

“oh wow” was all he said, immediately closing his mouth and clearing his throat, “i mean- i- hi” he chuckled and you smiled, letting him.

“i brought you flowers” he grinned and you blushed, smiling at the beautiful roses he handed you.

“bucky barnes ever the gentleman” you grinned and he smirked.

“only the best for my gal” he shot back and your heart raced, moving to put the flowers in water and rushing to slip your heels on.

“let me just finish getting ready, I’ll be done in a minute” you smiled, looking at him through the mirror as you put on some earrings.

“you’re so gorgeous, melting my heart like it’s butter” he smiled, dazed in your beauty. Your heart continued to face and you smiled, rolling your eyes at him.

“oh hush” you protested, finally finishing and holding the door for the two of you to head out. He offered you his arm and you gladly too it, taking the elevator and stealing a glance at him. Bucky noticed and smiled, standing up a bit straighter.

As the two of you arrived you grew self conscious, there were so many other people here, so many girls that were much prettier than you and most likely much better than you. Bucky noticed your discomfort quickly and pulled you closer to him, giving you a reassuring smile.

The two of you walking over to where the rest of the team was and he smiled widely as Sam and steve made eye contact with him. Tony flashing you a smile.

“hey guys” bucky smiled and you followed his lead, grinning at everybody, trying to appear composed even though you were absolutely yelling your lungs out on the inside. “this is y/n, y/n this is- well this is the rest of the team” he chuckled and you laughed softly.

“hi! it’s a pleasure to meet you all” you greeted and they smiled, wanda immediately coming up to you and giving you a hug.

“I’m wanda! It’s nice to meet you, do you wanna get a drink?” She asked and you looked at bucky quickly before smiling with a nod, natasha following the two of you as you all walked over to the bar, bucky sitting next to steve and Sam.

“you’re dating bucky?” She whispered and you blushed, shaking your head.

“oh no! we’re just neighbors- well we’re friends, we talk sometimes” you rambled and Natasha smiled.

“ever since you helped him with whatever it was last week or two weeks ago he hasn’t shut up about you” Natasha whispered and you blushed, looking over at where bucky was and your heart raced as you made eye contact with him, quickly turning your head away from him.

“it’s true, even came to me for advice, I’m the one who suggested he ask you to come tonight!” Wanda smiled widely and you took a sip from your drink.

“let’s change the topic, what’s your favorite pasta shape?” You smiled.

Steve and Sam cheered on bucky as he sat down next to them.

“told you she would say yes!” Sam smiled, patting his back.

“i knew you still had it in you” steve smirked and bucky couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he watched you talk and laugh with nat and wanda.

“shes perfect” bucky mumbled, face beating up as Sam and steve made a fuss, “oh will you two shut up” he rolled his eyes, smile still on his face as his two friends continued to tease him, forcing him to spill his guts.

“can i buy you drink sweet cheeks?” You heard from behind you, but you ignored it, thinking they were talking to Natasha or wanda. The two girls looked at you with wide eyes when you didn’t react. Your eyes wide when you realized they were talking to you.

“me?” You asked, laughing slightly as the man nodded, a smirk on his face. You looked over at wanda and Natasha and they gave you a wink, your heart raced.

“uh- okay i guess” you smiled, ordering up enough for the three of you before smiling at the man, downing your shot with wanda and Natasha and ditching the man before he could even see where the three of you headed off to.

Bucky smiled as he watched the way you doubled over in laughter with the girls, wiping at your eyes softly to stop the tears of joy from ruining your makeup.

Soon enough the three of you walked back to the team, you sat next to bucky, letting yourself relax into his touch. After a couple minutes you saw steve and bucky both perk up, the sound of some 40s song playing as couples swayed on the dance floor.

“would you care to dance with me doll?” bucky asked with a smile and your heart raced.

“oh i don’t know how to dance” you whispered and Buckys smile only grew, “I’ll teach you darlin” he smirked as he easily pulled to to your feet, leading you to the dance floor and ignoring the whoops and cheers from the others.

With seconds the two of you were on the dance floor, bucky looking at you with soft eyes as you stood in front of him, looking around at everyone.

“eyes on me doll, or else you won’t learn” he teased you felt your stomach flutter. “side step right left to my beat doll, just follow the flow of the music” he spoke softly, your arms snaking around his neck and his cautiously let his hands rest on your hips.

“look at you, already getting the hang of it” he praised you and your heart raced, smiling up at him, you were only inches away from his face.

“you know nat and wanda told me some pretty crazy things” you whispered and bucky hummed.

“things like what?” he smirked, already knowing what you were gonna say.

“like how you’ve been talking ‘bout me” you spoke, the two of you still swaying to the music.

“i have been doll” he replied quickly, spinning you around before catching you back in his arms once again.

“what’ve you been saying?” You asked, breathless as the two of you were closer than before.

“oh you know, just how you’re the girl of my dreams, how i wanna make you my girl but i dunno what you’d say” he spoke smoothly, his cool tone causing your knees to buckle. Bucky held you up firmly, smiling at you.

“oh” you managed to squeak out, “well i wouldn’t say no” was all you managed out and bucky laughed softly. Your blue eyes met his and you felt your heartbeat in your ears, eyes flickering down to his lips. “what- what else did you say” you asked and he smiled.

“let me show you, talk is cheap and don’t mean a thing” he mumbled, slowly leaning into you, without a moments hesitation you crashed your lips onto his, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouths moved together, smiling into the kiss and pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.

For a second the world melted away, it was just the two of you, rocking back and forth to the soft music as you smiled into the kiss, pulling away breathless with sparkling eyes and pink lips.

Then everything came back to you, suddenly everyone’s presence was a little too prominent for your liking, face growing hot. Bucky smiled at you, not wasting a second before grabbing your wrist and pulling you along, walking out of the venue and waving goodbye to everyone hastily. Wanda and Natasha shot you a thumbs up and you smiled brightly.

Within moments the two of you were alone outside, the cool Brooklyn air refreshing both of your flushed skin.

“you know, was gonna ask you to be my girl with a bunch of flowers and over a candle lit dinner” bucky chuckled and you smiled softly at him, your fingers intertwining in his hand.

“why don’t you?” you asked softly, he smiled at you as he threw his head back with a soft groan.

“cant wait that long doll face, i just wanna be yours already” he grinned, looking at you with soft eyes, adoration clear on his face.

“what’re you waiting for barnes?” You teased, stopping in your tracks and crossing your arms over your chest.

“for us to get back to your apartment so i can kiss you all night” he shot back with a smirk, loving the way you looked at him with wide eyes and your heart raced. He pulled you into his chest, kissing you on the lips quickly before pulling away, not caring that he had red lipstick all over his mouth or that it was now smudged on your lips now.

“will you be my girl y/n?” He asked breathless, the stars twinkling above the two of you and the cold New York wind cooling your hot bodies.

“depends” you smiled, “how much time do i get to spend with alpine?” Bucky smiled brightly at you, picking you up in his arms and walking to the car.

“of course I’ll be your girl james” you replied, kissing up his neck and leaving a trail of red lipstick. Bucky opened the door with one hand, easily holding you up with his other before setting you down in the car seat.

“i know, just wanted to hear you say it” he smirked and you gasped.

“you’re too cocky for your own good” you teased him as he slid into the drivers seat.

“not cocky, just charming, that what you called me didn’t you” he replied quickly, leaning over and kissing you before starting to drive back to your apartment.

It’s safe to say that you spent a lot of time with alpine, cat sitting when bucky was away on missions and lazing the weekends away cuddled in bed or on the couch with bucky.

There was never a dull moment in your relationship with bucky, constantly flirting with you as if he hadn’t been dating you for years already. The Brooklyn boy was head over heels for you and was not afraid to let the world know.

Which is why he reminded you everyday how much he loved you. Because to him, you were his whole world and all he’d ever need.

[oneprompt]

hii!!! i absolutely love your works and writing style omg… could i rq ace shanks and robin with a gender neutral or fem reader (both are ok) that have a similar personality of a cat because of having a devil fruit from the feline family? like they’re very lazy but also competent and responsible when needed, sarcastic and also a bit on the physically affectionate side (loves cuddles) if it isn’t too much to ask? feel free to delete if it is,, but if you dont then thank you<3!

authors note: hi , hun <3 i’d be happy to write such a cute prompt ! i hope you enjoy .. + sorry i’ve been so slow everyone ;; i’ve been very stressed out ..

Nico Robin x Cat Devil Fruit! Reader Headcanons

• When Robin first meets you, she assumes your devil fruit with form you into a fearsome creature, one that can tower over all, overwhelmed with a taste for blood. But she’s pleasantly surprised to see how cute you really are! The soft fluffy fur that overthrows your flesh when you’re in your zoan form is a sight Robin loves to see. She loves cute things, especially animals.

• Robin is the type to appreciate mellow moments in her life, even things as basic as sitting in silence. So, naturally, she’s happy to cuddle you, both in and out of your zoan form. Robin adores having you lay your head on your lap while she reads through her most beloved novels. She’ll make sure to be attentive, even when she’s focused. Such as stroking your head and saying sweet nothings to you.

• Finds your sarcastic attitude funny. Robin isn’t new to such attitudes, having met dozens of people from every corner of the world, nearly. She has enough patience to last a life time, it seems. Robin isn’t bothered by your laziness or sarcasm. Although, if she must, she will push you to help out more whether along the battle field or with basic errands upon the Sunny.

• Robin admires your more serious sides. Seeing a person who isn’t too buckled down often act that way is a sight to behold. She admires your strength and intelligence, regardless of what the situation holds. She’ll make sure to tell you how proud she is of you when you two are cuddled up in bed together.

• With her interest in morbid things and horror, Robin will more then likely ask how far your form can go. Can you turn into a beast like cat? Can you tear a person down with just a swipe of your claws in a different form? Robin can’t help but wonder if you can turn into such a thing… She’s a tiny bit disappointed when she learns you cannot evolve into too terrifying of a form.

• Robin loves when you use your zoan fruit during cold nights. Sometimes, a humans touch and blankets aren’t enough to warm her up. Sometimes, fur may be needed. Sure, there’s Chopper but Robin would rather cuddle her partner, of course! Some nights you wonder, is Robin genuinely cold… or is she just saying that to act all clingy and lovey?

Shanks x Cat Devil Fruit! Reader Headcanons

• Shanks finds your kitty form to hit him with a nostalgic glow. He grew up on a ship where he was surrounded by all sorts of different people with varying bodies, and he can remember each zoan user he saw through his time upon the grand line. Your cat form just has such a sweetness mixed into it.

• He loves cuddling you! Shanks is touchy regardless, always wanting to have at least an arm swung around his partner, whether they’re normal or not. Shanks likes to hold your paws a lot especially, tracing his rough thumb against the plush pinkness of your toe beans. He can’t help but laugh at the sight of them! Even if it embarrasses you..

• Shanks loves showing off your powers and form to his friends, he gets all giddy seeing his friends stare in bewilderment. Having such a… normal feline zoan fruit is out of the question until they see you. Shanks will gush all about you, rambling on about how soft you are and so on, even if you’re standing right beside him.

• He likes to cuddle you at night, you’re like a sleeping aid. Shanks loves curling up into you, feeling his heart patter with ease at your gentle touch upon his scarred up skin. You’re his home, his sanctuary within the cold nights that lay upon the sea.

• Shanks loves your sarcastic humour, it always makes him snicker. Whether you’re just being sassy to a friend or to an enemy, Shanks will hoot and holler in approval, nearly. He’s so supportive of… quite literally everything you do, his love is never ending almost!

• You being lazy doesn’t serve any issues to Shanks! He’s on the sea to be with his beloved friends, regardless of anything else in the world, what his loved ones want to do is what’s best. Shanks is happy to let you lounge around all day! He sees no point in hassling you to do things you don’t want to do. Perhaps he shouldn’t think so carelessly…

Ace x Cat Devil Fruit! Reader Headcanons

• Ace is always excited to see new things, especially the untapped powers of others! When you tell him about your devil fruit, Ace expects you to turn into a hurling tiger that can decimate anyone that waltzed into their path. So, he’s rather shocked to see you morph into a prim and cute kitty. He’ll certainly point and laugh… how crude of him.

• He finds it to be the cutest ever! Ace definitely teases you over it… In a kind way, though. Not in the way you may become insecure over your zoan type. He loves to have you in your cat form, petting you whenever he wants, nuzzling into the abyss of your fur. Ace isn’t the type to be around animals too much… So, he’s certainly excited!

• Drags you out of bed to train your form! Ace doesn’t mind being lazy but he knows how much potential you hold, he does. Any zoan user can be an unstoppable force, even ones with the stupidest of animals. He wants to help you unlock nirvana within your fruit, allowing you to defend and protect yourself as much as you may need.

• Ace will give you a ton of cuddles after training. He loves hearing you purr while you hold onto him, it’s just the cutest thing ever. Bless you…! He gives you so much praise, telling you how great you did during your devil fruit training. Ace only wants the best for you!

• Ace can be rather sarcastic with his quips and is thrilled to have you do the same. He’s mature, yes, but that won’t stop him from being snarky to people. He especially loves seeing you act that way towards marines or anything like that, makes him explode in laughter!

• He‘s always star struck when you show off your smarts. Ace isn’t the smartest himself and having a partner who can take charge when they must, especially without being asked wows him. Is he easily impressed by you? Oh, yes. Certainly.

[soupbabe]

I’m 5’0 ft, petite with a pear shaped body type! I love to bake! Garden I’m an infp personality type!

I’m bubbly and happy as fuck with a side of trauma with a sprinkle of humor! I love animals. I’m to scared to stand up for myself.

I don’t care what I eat as long as I can eat it! Im a horror movie fanatic! I practice witchcraft.

I have a pixie cut,red hair. An oval face with blue eyes, pale skin.

childish. My favorite color is pink! I love hello kitty,Betty boop and stuffed animals. I have a hamic of studies, a giant teddy bear on my bed that I cuddle with each night because I’m to scared to sleep alone. And two squish mellows on my bed.

I try to intimidate or scare people but I can’t. Sometimes rarely I can.

Also I’m chaotic and will skreech out of fucking nowhere and my love language is just disturbing….I will sniff you or give you random fucking objects. Like rocks, food,metal pieces I think look cool. Also I try to adopt random animals. Also pull me away from a wild animal that can hurt me because I think it just wants to be pet,and I think I’m a Disney princess, I’m being serious.

Also I’m just curious like a puppy type curious. Also if someone calls me baby, honey, doll, pet. any pet name and they tell me to do something. I’m doing that thing no questions asked. Just gets up and does it. Also I’m a little but of a brat. Like I will purposefully act like a brat just to get a good laugh out of annoying that person it’s fun to make people mad.

From- seven.

(requester sent me all necessary info in DMS <3)

I match you with,,,

Baby Firefly ♡

I can only imagine the Baby Firefly keeping up with your energy! She finds you nothing but adorable and will screech just as loud to the folks who disagree! Whether it be because she wants you to better yourself or it's now that you're a Firefly, she's gonna waste no time to help you stand up to others! Physicality means nothing when your gf teaches you how to slice n dice someone <33

I think you two are the most chaotic couple their side of Texas has ever seen! Imagine baking together, only for it to all end in a messy food fight all because you decided to tip Baby's rule of not getting food on her !! Heavy thoughts of you two up late at night chasing down some wild animals together<33

[marauderundercover]

A Guide to Love and Coffee Ch. 11

Team

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Sitting in the library of Wayne manor, Marinette huffs. Ever since she’d been kidnapped and gotten too cold (okay, so she kind of hibernated), Mr. Wayne had all but insisted that she work from the manor instead of the office. Not that he knew the real reason she’d kind of hibernated. But she could tell the man still felt bad, because some part of him believed it was his fault. He promised that it was only for a week, while Alfred was away. Apparently, once Alfred returned from his trip to England, he’d drive Marinette from school to Wayne Enterprises to reduce the possibility of her being kidnapped. Fun. Just as she’s about to get up and walk home (really, she was fine and it was awkward working alone in Wayne manor), a cat slinks into the room. Marinette’s eyes widen slightly.

“Hey, kitty.” She calls softly, holding her hand out. The cat hesitates slightly. Tikki sticks their head out of Marinette’s bag and waves at the cat. Somehow, that’s enough and the cat makes itself at home on Marinette’s lap. Smiling happily, Marinette goes back to her work. Maybe working from the library at Wayne manor wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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Conner walks into the manor to pick up his little sister. It was finally her last day of having to work at the manor, and he was determined to get her to agree to hang out over the weekend. She’d been spending most of her time with Tim or working. He missed her. Walking into the hall, he immediately frowns at the sound of arguing. He almost tunes it out, until he realizes it’s Marinette and Damian. Grumbling under his breath, Conner swiftly walks towards the library, where the noise was coming from. He pauses in the doorway, blinking in confusion at the smirk on Damian’s face. It wasn’t his ‘I hate you’ smirk. It was more like the kind of smirk he’d give Jon.

“You cannot take Alfred the Cat or Titus home with you, Dupain-Cheng.” Damian says, and Marinette huffs, glancing down at the cat in her arms.

“But why not? I would love them just as much as you do and you could always visit them-”

“I looked at your pet policy for your building. No pets.” Damian says, and Marinette sighs, her lower lip sticking out in a pout. “I suppose it would be alright for you to come visit them on occasion.” He finally says. Marinette brightens up immediately.

“Really?” She asks. Damian nods.

“Of course. Afterall, Alfred the Cat does not like most people. You seemed to have impressed him.” He says. Conner just blinks in shock. What the hell kind of parallel universe had he fallen into?

“Hey kid.” He finally says, stepping into the room. Marinette grins.

“Hey Kon. Are you familiar with Alfred the Cat?” She asks, petting said cat gently. Conner tries not to scoff. Of course he was familiar with the demon cat. He’d torn apart the last jacket that Conner accidentally left at the Manor. Never again.

“Uh, yeah. We’ve met.” Kon says, instead of voicing his dislike of the cat. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that Damian knew where Bruce kept the kryptonite. Marinette looks at him for a minute, like she’s expecting him to say or do something else. Eventually though, she just sighs and presses a small kiss on the top of Alfred the Cat’s head.

“Be good, chaton. I’ll see you again some day.” She says before passing him to Damian. Conner just blinks at the exchange.

“Kent.” Damian nods at him before walking out of the room. Conner turns to Marinette and raises an eyebrow. She just grins and shrugs.

“One day I was working and Damian stormed in because he couldn’t find Alfred the Cat or Titus, who were both with me, by the way. He accused me of trying to steal his pets, but once I assured him that that wasn’t my intention, he kind of mellowed out. I think I’m his second favorite of the Kents.” She teases with a grin. Conner snorts, throwing his arm over her shoulder.

“I have no doubts there, kid.” He says, shaking his head. His little sister was awesome.

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Marinette shivers slightly, sitting on the roof of her apartment building. Sure, this probably wasn’t one of her best ideas, but she was tired of doing nothing. Her time hanging out with Conner had been cut short because of akuma attacks in Paris. Again. It seemed that every time she was doing something that she actually wanted to do, like hanging out with her family, or Damian’s pets, or Tim, Hawkmoth striked. Every. Freaking. Time. There was only so much a teenage superhero could handle. And she was tired. Part of the point of her exchange program was getting an audience with the bats so that she could talk to them about Paris. Sure, they’d saved her a couple times, but she wasn’t in the right headspace either of those times. Once she’d been drugged and under mind control, and the second time she was in a cold induced coma. So sitting on the roof of her apartment during the time she was sure they’d be on patrol? Seemed like a good enough back up plan. A sudden thud behind her makes her whirl around, fists up just in case it wasn’t one of the bats. Seeing the familiar black and blue suit, she relaxes.

“Oh, hello.” She says.

“Uh, hi? What’re you doing up here?” He asks, sounding slightly concerned. “It’s pretty chilly tonight.” He adds. Marinette winces slightly.

“It’s not that cold.” She insists, waving off his concern before taking a stabilizing breath. “Besides, I needed to talk to a bat, so I just had to take my chances with the cold.” Nightwing frowns.

“Is something wrong?” He asks, and she shakes her head.

“No, well, kind of? But I’m not in immediate danger here, if that’s what you’re asking.” She says. Before she can explain more, Red Hood drops down, his head tilted.

“Red Hood!” She says happily, having already met the vigilante several times would hopefully help her not stutter over her words too much. Like she’d just been doing with Nightwing.

“Uh, hey kid. Why are you always on rooftops?” He asks, his robotic voice tinged with humor. Marinette shrugs.

“Just happens sometimes, but I promise I have an actual reason this time.” She says before taking a deep breath. “I have been asked by Paris’ heroes to try and request a meeting between them and Batman. I also have this USB drive from Ladybug that has the basics of the Paris situation.” Marinette says, looking between the two men and wishing she knew what they were thinking.

“What?” Nightwing says, his entire face scrunched up. “Wha- since when does Paris have heroes?”

“And why the hell are they sending you to do their dirty work, kid?” Red Hood asks, crossing his arms. Marinette flinches.

“It’s not their fault. They can’t exactly leave Paris vulnerable right now and I’m already here so…easier, I guess? And uh, we’ve had heroes for four years or so.” She says.

“Why hasn’t the Justice League been informed about them?” Nightwing asks, and Marinette has to bite back a snarky remark. Of course she’d notified the Justice League. In the beginning. When she was a scared twelve year old little girl who had no idea what she was doing. And they pushed her aside. Told her to stop making prank calls. But that wasn’t publicized. The mayor’s attempts at reaching them however…

“They have.” She says, straightening her back. “The mayor told us that he reached out and that someone from the League told him to call back when there was an actual problem in Paris.”

“And they…they didn’t do anything?” Nightwing asks, she shakes her head.

“No. But, it’s okay! Our heroes had it handled…mostly. But it’s been going on for a while now and I guess they’re ready to actually ask for help so here we are.” Marinette says, rocking back and forth on her heels to try and push down the awkwardness of the situation. Before either of the vigilantes in front of her can say anything, Red Robin swoops in, frowning.

“What exactly is going on in Paris?” Red Hood asks, sounding frustrated.

“I-”

“Marinette!” Conner calls, climbing onto the roof. She blinks in surprise.

“Uh, Kon? What’re you doing here?” She asks, frowning. Had she forgotten about a hang out? Or a family thing?

“I was just in the area and thought I’d drop by.” He says. She raises an eyebrow.

“At midnight?” She asks. He huffs, but doesn’t say anything. Marinette decides to file it under the ‘Kent side of the family is weird’ section of her brain. Turning to the vigilantes, she passes the USB to Red Hood (since she’d met him several times already). “I don’t really have a personal way to get ahold of Ladybug and Chat Noir, but they said they’d keep an eye on the tip line on the Ladyblog for a while.” She says, mentally making a note to actually remember to look at the tip line. Most Parisians didn’t use it anymore. It didn’t help, it didn’t stop attacks or prepare anyone. Any new messages would (hopefully) be from Batman to set up a meeting.

“Why are you actually their messenger?” Red Robin asks, finally speaking up. Marinette blinks, frowning.

“Because they need all the help they can get.” She says firmly before glancing at Conner. “I’m actually going to bed at a normal hour tonight. Feel free to crash on my couch.” She says before turning to go back inside. She’d done it. She’d reached out. Hopefully it would work out.

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[creylune]

my sweet old kitty passed away a few weeks ago, after 11.5 years with us. i miss him terribly, he was the gentlest most tolerant cat i have ever met--he let me shake his legs like drumsticks, there wasn't a single body part he didn't mind me touching, and he rubbed up on any and everyone's legs. he befriended neighbors on their evening walks. he's afraid of strangers' dogs but he grew old peacefully with my childhood dog who died in january of this year, and he was like a mellow grandpa to the new hyper little dog i adopted in february. i miss him terribly, but maybe in a way, he was meant to pass on in the same year as my first dog, since they spent most of their lives together.

i hope they're resting happily together 💕 my two sweet darling boys