#basically i used to have a very fluffy cat and her fur was so fucking soft and long so that was my inspo for my nari design

[strawdool]

i love how fluffy your female Narinder (Yurinder) is

and she can get fluffier if u want aoifnoasinfioas

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

Flufftober Day 1. Lost Pet Meet Cute

"Oh, hello!"

Michael's happy greeting made Gerry turn back in confusion, since it didn't seem to be directed at him. It wasn't, obviously, since Michael's attention was firmly on the cat that was standing on the bin next to him, meowing incessantly at him. Michael, of course, was already smitten, cooing and petting over the cat's back as they arched up into his hand. Gerry could hear it purring as he retraced his steps, back to Michael's side.

"We can't get distracted, love," he urged, but it was half-hearted at best. Michael was already distracted, and who was he to part the pair? The cat was desperate for attention, eyes closed in bliss as Michael scratched the base of her tail. The patches of white, orange and black of her fur were a bit dingy, and while she wasn't very thin, she had the look of a creature who hadn't been eating well. There was no collar around her neck. "Fuck," Gerry sighed, reaching out as well, letting the cat sniff his fingers before going in to scratch under her chin. "You're not gonna be able to walk away from her, are you?"

"Look at her!" Michael said plaintively, scooping the feline into his arms. His eyes were wide and pleading, gazing at Gerry with aching want. "She might be lost, or abandoned. We can't leave her!"

The thing was, they really could. Gerry knew they should, since they were supposed to be doing some basic reconnaissance on a base for the Lightless Flame, and there was no way to bring a cat along. But there also was no way for him to insist Michael leave the stray behind. She was already looking so comfortable and relaxed in Michael's arms, purring up a storm and leaning into his embrace. Only some sort of heartless bastard could look into Michael's pleading eyes and say no to him.

And Gerry didn't really want to leave her behind, either. 

"She better not have fleas," Gerry told him, still scratching behind the cat's ears. Her bright green eyes scrunched nearly closed as she leaned into his fingers. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Gerry directed at her, quietly loving the increased frequency of purrs. "You're gonna spoil her so bad."

"Oh, I'm going to spoil her?" Michael asked jokingly. "You didn't even try to argue, I didn't even have to ask if we could keep her!" He giggled when Gerry shot him a look, trying to pull back some of his usual demeanor. It was no use‒ Michael knew him too well, and just smiled knowingly at him before looking away shyly. "I‒ I have been wanting to ask if we could get a cat for a while, but I wasn't sure if you'd want one too…"

"I think she'll be a good fit," Gerry assured him. Caring for a cat was a big responsibility, but one that he was willing to take on in their lives. A fluffy little cherry on top of their relationship. They could use a piece of normalcy like her, something to remind them that there was a world outside of the supernatural bullshit, and that not everything was terrible. A reminder that sometimes things could be soft, and lovely, and capable of purring with happiness. 

Michael beamed at him, gently hugging the cat in his arms, and Gerry knew that he absolutely, positively agreed.

[diresang]

[ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends { angel to husk in our overlord au ;) }

            ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✦․⁺  ↳ 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.

husk wasn't a good man, and he never would claim to be. he was littered with flaws━ one being admitting he was in the wrong and apologizing. he couldn't remember a time when the words 'i'm sorry' came out of his mouth, and he wasn't quite sure how he planned to make up his mistake with angel without doing so.

            ❝ just fucking say sorry ! ❞ kimi had yelled at him, tugging at the fur on his ear angrily. she had been a witness to it, husk telling angel he'd just wanted to get on his good side━ that he was basically manipulating him for their first few months together. she had also been there to witness husk realizing he did have feelings, then proceeding to take out his frustration of it on angel.

and she was right. fucking hell, husk hated when she was right. because he was now down in the empty lounge way too late, having drake bring angel down from the bedroom he had confined him to earlier in the evening. he downed the whiskey in his glass just as angel had emerged, dressed in bellbottom jeans and a fluffy pink sweater. dull jazz played over the speakers, and husk looked at his saddened face with guilt.

            ❝ angel. . . dance with me. ❞ husk requested, watching the nerves overtake the spider in response━ taking the blame as he often did.

            ❝ whatever i did. . . i'm sorry. ❞

husk didn't respond, simply holding his hand towards angel and waiting for him to take it. and he did, cautiously, like he was waiting for husk to get angry at him. but it didn't come, only husk sweeping him off to the empty dancefloor as the music changed to kitty kallen━ a jazzy, slightly more upbeat orchestral filling the room. there were no words between them for a while, only the lyrics of the song that made husk's ears twitch.

                        ❝ it's been a long time                          haven't felt like this my dear                          since i can't remember when                          it's been a long, long time . . . ❞

husk found himself silent through out the song up until the outro orchestral, carefully spinning angel around before pausing their dance. he lifted angel's hand, pressing a kiss to the back of his palm before slowly inching up his arm.

            ❝ . . . stay with me tonight, baby. ❞ it was husk's very own pathetic attempt of an apology. attempting to make up for it rather than actually using the words themselves.

            ❝ ain't you mad at me ? 'cause that's how it felt all night. ❞ angel snapped back quickly, yet he didn't pull away from husk's kisses, like he was expecting more.

husk glanced up to angel, catching a glimpse of kimi behind them at the bar frantically mouthing at him to apologize. he could've sworn he saw her silently threaten him as well. he tensed, let out a sigh, holding angel's arm against his lips.

            ❝ no, i'm not mad at you, baby. ❞ husk finally lowered angel's hand, reaching to take ahold of the other one, looking up to angel and meeting his eyes, ❝ mi dispiace. ❞

angel was silent for a while, and all husk had was his worrying thoughts racing through his head, and the jazz still playing over the speakers. husk was ready to pull away when suddenly hands cupped his face, leading him forward and into a firm kiss on the lips. the cat froze up, his wings behind him poofing up rather dramatically. husk's eyes were wide staring up at angel, even as he pulled away and whispered, ❝ ti perdono. ❞

husk was frozen in his spot for what felt like forever, thinking through his options here. until finally he settled on one━ ❝ . . . fuck it. ❞ and grabbed angel, tugging him back down into another kiss.

[johannestevans]

my body was sore as hell after getting home bc it's like a 40 minute walk to the sanctuary each way and there's some up and down hill business which is dreadful but it was so good. i got home at like 5ish, passed out, and woke up again at 9pm feeling great for the nap lmao

when i came in i brought a little catnip mouse and i gave it to dijon, a little orange monster who wears a smock to protect his back legs bc they don't work very well, and dijon was SO happy and was distracted from demanding a 6th breakfast

but then flora the dog came in and snatched it from him and took it outside fhsjgsgh

For a good 45min i was sat with Marbles, a big wobbly British short hair, purring in my lap and giving me basically all of her fur, and she was so darling. she kept leaning her head up and into me so i would kiss her on her little round head and tip my nose against her ears

And i saw Scooter, this big black boy with backwards back legs who has a big strong face like Ron Perlman and he loves to be pet and I love him so much 😭 he is my favourite i think

I did spend some of my visit out in the garden tiring out Flora, who's a little spaniel who lives with the cats, and so i was play bowing with her and wrestling a bit and throwing her squeaky ball or playing rough tug with a toy duck out in the yard

and she's such an attention hog but is also just a young dog who wants to play and have fun and be kissed and cuddled and has to share with all these cats (and three rabbits)

Case in point, i went outdoors specifically to chase flora around (as much as i, an arthritic asthmatic, can chase anybody) and while i was playing fetch and tug with her, Salsa, a beautiful fluffy white wobbly cat, was like. Oh excellent. It's time to cuddle

So much of my afternoon was spent with one or more animal in my lap (cats or Flora) while other cats demanded my attention and miaowed at me for being so rude as to only have two hands at once

for a while when Marbles was in my lap, baked bean, one of the smaller of the tortoiseshell cats, also wanted pets and wobbled up behind me and then. just stayed behind me. i assume because i was sat on the floor so it was decently warm to be between my back and the wall

but that meant that one of my hands was petting marbles' head or scratching her and the other was behind my back petting baked beans blindly like i was some sort of bound prisoner

and there were two cats who used to live upstairs, but bradford cat watch is currently redoing their ICU, so they've now come downstairs - moped, a white cat who's a bit blind and whose back legs don't work, is very social but quite shy and easily overwhelmed, so he's taking a little bit to adjust to being downstairs

but then there's winter and i love her. so much. she is extremely small, black and white, with very gooey gross eyes, and she's got some sort of epilepsy, so she'll walk in really slow circles around the room, and apparently she does that while she's having these minor seizures?

so winter like. does not really know what's going on and Does Not Give A Fuck about the other cats, but as she does these slow revolutions of the room she'll walk into you or next to you, and once you start petting her she'll just contentedly stay standing right there until you stop, and then keep walking again. i'm obsessed with her, chronically ill queen

I also feel a bit bad because I'm someone who tends to be sat down for decent periods, which makes my lap an attractive prospect, and obviously like, the cats fuss at each other because multiple ones will want to sit on a lap at a time and they generally do Not share, so they'll swipe or hiss to go "hey i'm sitting in this lap right now", which is fine

But unfortunately i am so skinny and my lap is not very wide 😭 flora, marbles, and baked bean all had jobs being stable in my lap today

marbles wanted to be like, held like a baby in the crook of my arm, but there's too much gap in my lap when i'm sat cross legged for a bigger cat like her to support her lower half while doing that, and later i was sat on a stool and flora wanted to be on my lap

but bc my lap is so narrow, especially on a taller stool like that, she had to very carefully perch on my knees

but yeah i'm like. fhskjhgh i'm very pleased for this to be a regular sunday for me, it makes me so happy and all the beasts are so loving and so sweet

(bradford cat watch does take donations if you are so inclined and have the funds!)

Went to the cat sanctuary today and a little four-year-old boy who comes in regularly was really excited it was Carrot's (pictured) eighth birthday and sang him the whole happy birthday song and Carrot seemed SO pleased to be serenaded and was so gentle with him 😭😭😭

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Roxanne was probably the first animatronic to get a basic, touch/pressure sensor set up, resembling pawpads, so that the animatronics don't squeeze the hands of others too hard, and can know what they are walking on. What was it like for roxanne to be able to feel what she is touching for the first time?

Honestly? I typically put her as the last animatronic to be made and thus started out with the sense of smell and touch. Can't remember where that idea came from but in a case where she didn't start with paw pads!!!

She spends the entire day and night just touching stuff and poking at the new toe beans. When she's left to get used to the upgrade in her room, if she has fluffy casing at this point, will not stop touching her face, muzzle, hair and tail. She's constantly in awe of just how soft and squishy everything is and she's never without something in her paws for more than two seconds. Like wow this feels like that??? She thought it feel like that other thing!!

She shows the others these paw pads and Chica thinks they're adorable. She wants them too, she's so jealous. They spend a little while getting her to tell her how they all feel and she does her best. She is stunned to feel how squishy Monty feels like what the fuck why is he like that???

Her tail is wagging pretty much all day and everyone keeps giving her things to find out what they feel like. She is surprised how weak children's grips are when they hold her paws. She thought they'd feel tougher.

She spends at least an hour with her paw in a cup of water. She's fascinated by how weird it feels but if this sense of touch extends to the rest of her, she quickly learns she hates the feeling of wet fur. She does that thing cats do when they get a bit of water on their paws and they shake it out. If this sense of touch is in the rest of her, she is one spilt drink away from learning she can't really control herself from shaking her fur out completely when it's wet.

She quickly decides she prefers the carpeted floor of her room to the cold floor tiles pretty much everywhere else. It's softer on her new toe beans and oh wow how is the daycare floor that squishy??? She spends a while trying to explain to Sunny how the padded floors feel to her while they're poking at the beans on her hand paws. She hates the feeling of the escalators. A while after this discovery she's like "fuck it" and jumps from the balconies to the lower floors instead of using them until she breaks one of her knees. Yeah, that was a fun conversation to have with whoever had to come help her up again. She has yet to live this down.

But yeah, she spends several days all wide eyed and amazed and while she is trying very hard to look cool about it, she's still pretty obvious. It's fun to learn what all these things she could only see and smell for so long actually feel like.

[ibelongtowrath]

Kitten - Satan x Reader

Warnings // 18+/NSFW, female reader, kitten play (cat ears, collar, tail), daddy kink, praise in the form of “good girl,” brat taming, spanking, vaginal sex Word Count: ~1.6k

Happy Day 9 of Obey MEmber, Satan Day! As we all know, I’m hot for Satan, so I had to write something for him for his dedicated day. Again, horny writing brain go brrr, that’s basically been the inspiration behind most of my stories lately. And again I suck at thinking of titles.

Late on the eve of a weekend night after a long, grueling week of exams, Satan reaches towards his nightstand to grab the silken emerald rope draped across the ancient wood. He places it onto the bed, still unsure of whether he’ll be using it tonight. A slight breeze sneaks in through the small crack in his window, the warm, Devildom night air caressing your face in a gentle tendril as the branches of the trees wave outside, almost knowingly, as if watching and waving in anticipation.

The demon runs his nails down the small of your back, a small shiver traveling up your spine with the motion. Grinning, he digs into your soft, delicate skin just a bit harder, leaving light scratches in their wake. He pulls you to him, pressing his chest against your back, leaning in to nip at the place where your neck and your shoulder meet, trailing a hand down your arm.

“Such a good girl you are for me, aren’t you, my sweet kitten?” Satan purrs into your ear, letting his warm breath ticklish.

You swallow, thighs pressed together. The collar adorning your neck bobs with the movement, complete with a silver bell. A soft jingle sounds as it moves, and Satan dips a finger just beneath the tight leather band, gently tugging you closer to him, until the space between your bodies is barely noticeable. Playfully, he reaches up to your hair, where your soft, fur-covered cat ears lay, matching perfectly with the color of your hair. He runs his fingers over them with another grin, admiring how natural they look on you, chuckling softly as you instinctively flick them cutely a few times at his touch.

“The spell worked perfectly,” Satan remarks. “I was able to give you only select feline qualities while keeping the rest of your body in its delectably human form. Don’t you love it, kitten?”

“I do,” you nod with a smile. This is fun.

“You do…?”

“I do… Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl.”

Kissing the top of your head, Satan strokes the ears one final time before stepping back, studying your backside.

“While I do enjoy these,” he continues, “I believe this is my favorite part.”

Satan runs a hand over the ample curve of your behind, where a fluffy cat tail lay, just above your tailbone.

“Yes, I believe I’ll have quite a bit of fun with this,” the demon says with a wolfish grin. “The spell is set to wear off in 24 hours, but I admit, the thought of keeping you this way forever is far too tempting to ignore, hm?”

“I do like the look,” you tell him, teasing him with your tail. 

He chuckles and begins massaging the base of it, savoring your soft moan as he caresses the new, albeit temporary, appendage. Pressing his free hand to the small of your back, he urges you to bend over the bed. You comply, resting your arms on the mattress and laying your head atop them.

“Open yourself to me, my sweet kitten,” he commands.

Nodding in agreement, your back arches. Gently, he pushes a knee between your thighs to part them with a deep, guttural growl, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest.

“Good girl.”

The sight of you spread before him ignites a primal urge within. Despite your feline features, Satan is the one that studies you like a predator ready to pounce on its prey, eager to sink his teeth into your delectable flesh to satiate the hunger within. Your arousal coats your wet heat, practically dripping onto the wooden floors, shining in the low candlelit haze of his hastily-cleaned bedroom, books askew. Satan runs his fingers in a slow motion between your legs, teasing the sensitive skin of your core. Groaning at the feel of your abundant wet excitement, he leans over your pliant body, cock pressing against your back as he bites your shoulder, leaving a set of angry red marks behind that will surely bruise later.

“You’re so wet, kitten,” Satan growls, biting you once more. “You’re already coating my fingers. Does being my little plaything turn you on? Make you so excited to be my mindless little toy and purr for me as I wreck that pretty little pussy of yours that you can’t help but gush between your legs at the mere thought?”

His thumb circles your clit, savoring the sinfully sweet melody of your lewd moans. You bite your lip, pushing back against him, desperate to feel his cock drag between your walls, stretching your core to its limit. Chuckling darkly against the back of your neck, he hooks two fingers beneath your collar, pulling on it ever so slightly as you gasp.

“Ah, it seems as though my kitten is in heat, hm?” Satan remarks, smirking against your skin. “So hungry for my cock, ready to be filled and bred like a proper little cumslut.”

He slides two fingers into your heat, curling and pumping them skillfully. Pulling his hand from your collar, he moves it to his cock, stroking himself slowly as he watches his fingers disappear into your wet, quivering pussy, practically throbbing with need.

“Now… I want you on the bed on all fours, arching your back so sweetly for me, just like this. Am I understood, kitten?” Satan asks, adding another small nibble for emphasis.

A wicked plan formulates at the forefront of your mind, and you can’t help but grin, knowing you may full well regret this very, very soon. You have not a care in the world at this moment, though, deciding to test the waters to see the Avatar of Wrath’s reaction to your open defiance. Raising your eyebrows at the demon behind you, your lips part to utter a single word.

“No.”

Satan pauses his ministrations, his brow furrowed in questioning.

“I don’t believe I stuttered, kitten,” he says slowly. His fingers move back to your collar, slipping underneath. “On the bed. Now.”

“Make me,” comes your reply, cool and confident, grinning wickedly.

Is it unwise to challenge the Avatar of Wrath? Probably. 

Is it fun? Most definitely.

A loud growl tears from Satan’s throat through clenched teeth, the sound quickly turning into an angered snarl as he tugs you forward by the collar as you let out a surprised yelp, forcing you into a standing position. He bites into your neck, harder this time, nearly breaking the skin before his hands move to your waist, picking you up and placing you onto his bed with force.

“My kitten appears to be very feisty tonight,” Satan snarls, reaching for the silken tie and unraveling it swiftly. “Perhaps she is in need of a firm reminder of exactly who is in charge here. Me.”

Grabbing your wrists roughly, the soft, cool fabric kisses your skin as the demon makes quick work of binding your arms together, laying them flat against your back. He grins at his handiwork before placing his hand onto your back and pushing down, effectively forcing it to arch high into the air, your cheek to the mattress. Your head turns to the side, studying his handsome face and the way he smirks, completely smug.

“Are you going to behave now, kitten, and be a good girl for Daddy?” Satan asks with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Hmm… maybe,” you retort, wondering what he will decide to do with you next.

Another growl escapes Satan as he, without warning, lifts an arm into the air; the next second, your jaw clenches, letting out a sharp hiss of pain as a hand smacks hard against the delicately soft skin of your ass cheek. He rubs the sore spot for a few moments before giving you another smack, relishing your cries as the residual cracking noise cuts through the otherwise still silence of his chambers.

“That’s not the answer I wanted to hear, kitten,” he says, his voice now in a low timbre, almost sultrily, but laced with frustration and annoyance at your continued disobedience.

Deciding to tease you further, Satan moves behind you, positioning his cock between your legs. He suppresses the urge to fuck into you right then and there, your wetness coating his length, reigniting that primal desire to have his way with you and fill you with his seed. You want it, too, in the way that your hips instinctively move to push back against him, to coax him inside you, throbbing with need.

“Do you think I’m going to reward you for your bratty behavior, MC?” Satan chuckles, teasing his cock at your entrance. “Only good little girls get rewarded. Are you going to behave for me now, or do I need to fuck this attitude out of you?”

You whimper in response, then attempt to cover your mouth with a hand. Tugging at the restraints, you remember that you have no use of your arms, opting instead to shake your head. Satisfied with your reaction, he laughs once more, placing another firm smack on your ass.

“I suppose I will have to simply fuck you into submission,” Satan purrs. “It seems my pretty little kitten has forgotten who her pleasure belongs to. Who it is that makes her body bend to their will, whose name falls helplessly from her lips in screams of pleasure every time she cums.”

His hands move to your hips, gripping the skin tightly, leaving small bruises in the indentations of his fingers.

“Face in the sheets, kitten,” he instructs, voice laden with silk, “or my hips will do it for you.”

Sliding his cock into your tight, wet heat, Satan’s hips begin snapping into you mercilessly, barely gives you time to react. Your face presses into the mattress, stifling your loud, gasping, breathy moans of pleasure.

“Good girls get to feel good. Good girls get to cum,” he rasps. He groans at the sensation, the feel of you so familiarly delicious, head tipping back in pleasure for a few brief moments. Reaching for your tail, he yanks on it lightly before pressing his chest to your back to growl into your ear.

“Purr for me, my sexy little kitten, and show me that you can be a good girl.”

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Hi, I hope I'm not bothering you, but before anything, I hope you have a great day and take care of yourself 🌟

Some heacanons for Undertaker, Snake and Sebastian with a fem S/O who's basically a Kitsune? Just like Sebastian, she has a human form and a "demon" form, and her Kitsune form has the usual bigass 9, super fluffy tails and cute ears.

She's usually very teasing, loves to mess around, to trick and play funny, harmless pranks on anyone.

( Like, maybe she trips someone with one of her tails, temporarily transforms in other people, or transforms one object into another for a brief moment aka plays around with illusions and stuff )

I know it's a rather weird request, and you really don't have to do it if it's too weird, haha, but I really think messing around with Sebastian or the servants like that would ultimately be super hilarious~~

Or maybe she can even mess with Ciel's enemies who come dine with him 😂🦊

hihi, you’re never bothering me, I promise!! <3

and this is definitely not the weirdest request I’ve ever gotten, not that I really think any requests are weird! they’re all just different and I treasure each and every one even if it’s not something I write often

and I really liked doing this! my favorite is Snake’s because I’m a sap XD

SEBASTIAN

Oh… dear… she’s too adorable. If there was any doubt about it, a partner who shares physical traits with a cat is his biggest weakness. The ears? The tails? All that fluffy cuteness? He’s… he’s pretty well done for. There are some occasions where it’s to the point that if she wants something and just purrs, that’s all it takes for him to give in.

That said, Sebastian is definitely someone who can appreciate her playful nature… as long as it doesn’t happen to be causing problems for him. (Name) typically has to keep her distance from the estate because of Ciel’s allergy, but when she is around, it’s free entertainment for Sebastian. Provided she doesn’t mess with the servants so much that it makes a huge mess for him to have to clean up, he enjoys watching her play her tricks. Heaven help her if she does screw things up for him at all; even his precious S/O has no immunity from his disappointed glares.

Actually, he finds it most hilarious whenever she fucks with Ciel in any way. And she can do that with her presence alone, or by simply ‘accidentally’ hitting him in the face with her tails, or by switching her body with his so that the poor earl is literally allergic to himself. Much as Sebastian does his best to publicly cover up such sadistic proclivities, he can’t deny that he finds Ciel’s suffering very, very amusing.

Whenever she’s resting, he likes to pet her. He runs a hand over her tails or scratches behind her ears ― and will happily do so for hours if he isn’t stopped. More than once Ciel has found the two of them asleep in a chair by the fireplace… when Sebastian was supposed to be running Ciel’s bath. Although he will never hear the end of such things, Sebastian thinks it’s worth any lecture or punishment Ciel will give him.

(Name) is allowed to pull one, single, solitary prank on Sebastian every year. It’s often her most thought-out and elaborate one, as opposed to her simple ones on everyone else through the rest of the year. Usually, when this trick finally comes to fruition, everyone else is standing there with their eyes wide and mouths gaping, silently asking each other, Has she just done that? Of course, Sebastian always just laughs. Everyone has concluded that (Name) is not to be fucked with, because fucking with anyone to whom Sebastian is devoted on that level will not end well.

SNAKE

She… reminds him a little bit of Joker or Dagger. Someone who’s lighthearted and always smiling or doing funny things is a blessing to Snake, even if sometimes he might be shy about the whole situation. (Name) is a very different person from him, so it’s an adjustment. They’re living proof that opposites attract, though… he does care about her a great deal.

With some pranks, like if she trips someone with her tails, he gets a little worried! He just can’t help it; he knows small things that seem harmless can sometimes backfire. Though, when he sees that she knows who’s used to her tricks, who can take the hit, and she doesn’t do anything dangerous, he relaxes a little. If she ever trips him, ah ― the snakes will do their best to catch him, but he’s probably going to be awfully red-faced for a short while. Damn, he knows what she’s like and he literally fell for it!

Although it starts out as a prank, when (Name) switches their bodies for a short time, it’s more intimate than anything. Despite the fact that he is incredibly disoriented by suddenly being in a female body, let alone his S/O’s body, he gets to see her in his body. More than that, he gets to see himself through her eyes. It’s different than looking in a mirror; he doesn’t see his flaws as flaws anymore. Is his hair really that endearing even when it’s always a bit messy? Do his scales actually shimmer with a gentle, silvery iridescence, making him look beautiful and otherworldly, instead of like an ugly freak? Is his smile really that… nice? It started out as a prank, and he’s surely distressed until he’s back in his own skin… and yet… in her quest for amusement, (Name) has helped her lover see himself in a different light.

Sigh… oh, she most certainly uses his snakes to prank people. Why? Because they see her as someone safe who adores them, so they don’t usually fight her if she picks them up. Thankfully, she knows to avoid using any of the snakes who are venomous, just in case they happen to bite if startled. She owns up to it being her idea, but if a bunch of snakes suddenly spring out of the pantry one more blessed time, Bard’s going to ban them all from the kitchen!!

Snake really, really likes to feel her fur. The skin of reptiles is so much unlike that of her fur, the texture he gets when his fingers rest on top of her ears is… wow. Honestly, he could sleep very soundly ― and in fact has ― cuddled into her, with his cheek nuzzled against her fluffy tails.

UNDERTAKER

Hee-hee… he’s definitely got a special little lady on his hands! If there’s anyone who enjoys a good prank, it’s him. He loves watching her carry out these schemes of hers, even if they don’t require too much planning. After all, a cheap laugh is as good as any other. It’s also a joy to him that he found a woman who has such a prominent sense of humor. This kind of S/O is all he’s ever really wanted in life!

Well… when he’s still in work as a mortician, he encourages her to play tricks on his customers. It’s nothing too involved, the same kinds of things he does himself ― popping out of a coffin, offering them biscuits from an (unused!!) urn… turning herself invisible before brushing up against them with her tail. It’s especially funny when members of the Phantomhive household come to visit and she can play pranks on them.

To that note, it is of incredible amusement to him when she plays her pranks on the Undertaker himself! He has exactly no problems with being a victim of her tripping him or switching out his ink for honey, and in fact is one of the few people who can openly laugh at himself without any embarrassment no matter what kind of prank’s been pulled on him. He just giggles at whatever it was, grinning brightly at her as if she’s just made his entire day. However… (Name) should probably be prepared for him to get back at her with a joke of his own in the same vein as whatever she did. If allowed, it has the potential to escalate into an all-out prank war, so… she should just be a bit careful.

If she’s up for it, occasionally he will walk her on a leash through London’s streets to shock the populace. Not only is that image brazen and sensational enough to likely induce some ladies to faint, he’s parading a supernatural creature through the streets. Most people will think it’s some kind of costume, but he just gets a kick out of causing a scandal like that. He thinks it’s the funniest thing ever… the papers will be talking about it for weeks!

Genuinely believes she’s one of the best things in his life. She’s added many more laughs to his daily goings-on, and not to mention she’s an absolute treat to cuddle with at night. He doesn’t require as much sleep as she does, so he can stay awake long after she’s drifted off, just… looking at her. Much as he doesn’t feel the need to treat her like glass, he’s still soft for her in a way he isn’t for many people.

[catscraftsandcommentary]

If you love kittens, I have good news:

I have THREE, they are are all ADORABLE, and I LOVE sharing their pictures!

(Also I heard you've been having a rough time, so fuzzy animal pics, am I right?)

My oldest is Leo

He just turned 8, he's very friendly with new people, he LOVES neck scratches and cat treats of every type, he grows a thick, magnificent fur coat with a glorious lion's mane every winter that he refuses to let me brush, the absolute dumbass, and when he's in a cuddly mood, he'll sometimes let me use him as a pillow if I keep scratching his neck. A purring, floofy cat pillow is the HEIGHT of luxury, let me tell you.

Fun fact: Leo was (sort of) a wedding favor from my cousin's wedding. My aunt was taking care of a mama cat and her five kittens, she begged my dad to take one of the babies right as we were headed out of town, Dad is weak for helping his little sister AND for cute baby animals...it's at least the fourth time we've made an eight hour (or longer) road trip home with an unexpected new pet.

Next are the twins, 3.5 year old daughters Angie and Peggy.

(Peggy has the white nose, Angie has the gray nose)

Angie's my baby girl. She's here snuggling me right now and was the other day; she's usually stuck to me like glue. She genuinely LOVES crawling under the blankets and being the little spoon as long as I don't lay too many blankets on top of her. (Or at least prop the blankets up to make a little cave for her.) She'll lick my nose and face raw if I let her; I've literally gotten scabs from it before. She chirps when I walk in the room or look at her and it's the cutest damn thing - one day I'll get a video of it. She tries to do the cute "roll over, show her belly" thing that Peggy does, but half the time she rolls off of something or into something, bless her. She greets me at the door when I get home from work and has the prettiest green eyes.

*boops her nose*

Peggy is my shy baby. Well. Really she's my DAD'S shy baby, as she bonded to him more than anyone. If it's just family at home, she's confident and flirty, perched on the dining room table or one of the chairs, looking for attention however she can get it. She loves a good neck scratch and will walk all over you and headbutt your hand to get what she wants. She ABSOLUTELY knows how cute she is, and will roll over, show her fluffy white tummy, and then STRETCH just to get your attention. And it works. Every time. She gets so many belly rubs (that she turns into neck scratches) that way.

HOWEVER. As soon as a non-family person nears the house? Goodbye, fuck y'all, see you never, she is GONE. There is only ONE time that I know of when she WILLINGLY came within sight of a stranger, however briefly, and that was after our house had been empty the entire day. (Four adults live here, and 3-4 of us are home basically all the time. Even having just 2 people home is unusual.) Also I had pre-warned my friend to be quiet and not startle our cats.

The disappearing act is a PROBLEM because...well...just look at her! How am I supposed to share her if she keeps hiding?!?

Ma'am how are you so cute stop being so cute that is ILLEGAL

Went to your AO3 hoping to find the batcrack, and instead found poly Witcher crack! Unexpected but still excellent! My fuzzy daughter also enjoyed it...or at least enjoyed snuggling me while I read it.

Oh yeah, I should try and finish that at some point. I liked that story. My head just became full of knives for a while.

And thank you! I do love writing crackfic. And kittens!

[kanene-yaaay]

Sleep

Kanene’s note: Heya! It’s me, Mario!!! dfghjkrgthjk jk jk. Okay, that idea hit me in the middle of the night and I think it’s very cute!! So have a bit of tickles and fluff and teases today! 

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* This is Switch!Yamada with Switch!Aizawa. They’re in a romantic relationship. Around 2.200 words.

* The Ler!Aizawa part was inspired by these tickle-headcanons! They’re absolutely amazing!!!!

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Consume some of your comfort content! Fanfic, series, movies... anything that makes u happy! Drink water, sleep, eat and love! Today is another day and I’m proud that we’re both still here.

[~*~]

Yamada woke up to complete darkness.

 Which wasn't such a rare occurrence. With both his and his husband’s tendencies of having migraines their room was often bathed in a total lack of light, and that,  together with the fact of Aizawa being an incorrigible cuddle bug who soaked his ‘daily dose of morning snuggles’ – as Hizashi loved to call them and loved even more the other’s blushed face and deadly glare directed at him every time he dared to say such thing -  was enough for him to find no surprise at all in feeling the pressure of Aizawa basically using him as his own personal bed.

 “Morning, babe.” He maneuvered himself to gently kick Shouta’s legs off him, which resulted in the immediate locking of arms on the blonde’s waist, Shouta mumbling whatevers as he nuzzles his chest, making Yamada giggles quietly. He began to comb Aizawa’s hair with his fingers, both out of adoration with how much adorable his husband could be and to take it from his own face so he would be able to see what time it was.

 Eight in the morning. Yep. Time to start getting ready for their meeting with Nedzu and his usual Saturday patrol. He would also need some time in between those to call the Radio’s station and see if everything was ok with today’s interviewed, get a couple more of songs to play tonight and make sure to come back at two in the afternoon so he and Eri could have some quality time as Shouta slept a bit to not pass out on his night patrol.

 OK. That sounds like a plan! Time to begin the day with a proper breakfast since both were equally horrible in keeping a healthy routine and he would probably forget to eat lunch since Eri wouldn’t be there with him serving as an adorable, lovely reminder that humans have basic needs in order to be alive.

 He tried to move, receiving an annoyed growl as an answer, the arms squeezing a bit firmer. Hizashi snorted.

“Sho, I need to make breakfast and wake up Eri, okay?” He kissed the top of his head and traced an imaginary flower on his cheek, voice soft, feeling the other melt on him, humming happily. “You can sleep a few minutes more.”

 “No. Warm.”

 “I will bring you our cats, you can show your undying love to them, then.” Hizashi tried to pry the other’s grip from him, unsuccessfully. “Come on, let me go. We have a meeting to attend with Nedzu today, remember?”

 “Fuck ‘im.”

 Hizashi controlled himself to not bark a laughter, fingers itching to get his phone and amplify his blackmail treasures. “Shh, he will hear you.”

 “’don’t wanna cats,” Aizawa’s tune was slurred and he deposited a tired kiss on his bare shoulder, “I wan’ you.”

 And damn if that didn’t turn his weak heart in a happy gooey puddle, his smile going from one ear to another and his resolve to be a responsible adult and get out of the bed was almost burned to total inexistence.

 Key word: Almost.

 Especially when the raven haired adult sighs contently, his breath lightly tickling his neck and leading to a quite evil idea to gain form and color on his mind. His smile got wider, eviller.

 “Okay, babe.” Yamada’s hands rested on the other’s sides, going up, fingers smoothly running across his ribs, his nails barely grazing the skin as they went slowly back and forth, back and forth. A soft ‘tsk’ flew on the air as the smaller began to squirm. “Let’s have some fun then, shall we?”

 His index fingers stopped their dance to focus on his lowest rib, circling that sweet spot in the middle of it while the other fingers concentrated in clawing the horribly sensitive skin around it, staying firm on their task even when Aizawa jumped with the ticklish jolts that hit him.

 “H-hi-hizasshhhi.” His tone was low, warning. His brain still trying to wake up enough while his body wobbly fought to escape from the sensations, his struggles increasing specifically when his husband adjusted him so he would be laying on his back on the top of him, arms criss crossed on his chest.

 “Oh, is someone finally waking up? ~” Aizawa scrunched, Yamada’s breath hitting his ears. However, his attempts proved themselves futile as the other took as his duty to nibble, huff and puff on the ticklish spot, going from one ear to another with ease, finally breaking his husband’s barriers and being rewarded by a low, fast giggly fit. “I wonder what I did to deserve that my incredible, handsome decided to bless my morning with his sunny presence today!”

 “Hizashi, I am going to k-ILL” His snickers suddenly raised an octave as the blonde gave a quick squeeze on his hips that made his waist jerk instinctively.

 “Now, now, is that way to greet the love of your life?” Hizashi whined. “Stop laughing, Sho! I’m trying to hold a serious conversation here but something tells me you’re distracted.” Yamada kept lazily poking him, slow enough to leave him breathing properly, but quick enough to tear snorts and chuckles from his firmly pressed lips.

  “D-d-don’t.” His face was in flames as a barely muffled squeak fell from his mouth as Hizashi gave a quick nip right behind his left ear, letting out an adoring ‘Awww. Isn’t he adorableee?~’ in the process.

 “I am- I am going to get you back for that! You know I will!”

 “So grumpy, so cutee. ~”

 He tried to turn in order to give his beloved a deadly glare which usually made his students and villains fear for their lives, his eyes only barely catching his husband’s bright smile before his breath was stole when his partner resolved to attack, unmerciful squeezes mixed with a couple of thumbs digging energetically on his hips, kneading, tickling.

 His laughter filled the room.

 “HIZASHI!!” He kicked and trashed, but in vain.

 “What is it, babe?” The other started to switch between his tickle spots, knowing he couldn’t take it too long or they would be late. “Wow! I didn’t know you could be so alive in the mornings, love!! Have you been hiding that from your awesome husband all along?” Nails scratching on his armpits, fingers prodding his ribs, wriggling on his waistline, drumming on his belly. “All that beautiful laughter? All that wonderful snorts? And giggles? And squeals? Now, I am wounded, Sho! I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other!”

 When nothing except laughter and squirming answered him, he decided to stop, deciding the few minutes of fun were already enough adrenaline to maintain Shouta conscious enough until he prepared his coffee. He quickly laid the other on the mattress, resting some kisses on his face as his husband got his breath back.

 “You-” He gasped, hiding his smile behind his hand. “You better run.”

 In a second Hizashi was out of their bed, “OkayloveyousomuchbabeI’mgoingtowakeEriupdon’tkillmeIloveyousosomuchbye.”

 And run he did.

 [~*~]

 Shouta dumped his capture weapon on the couch, immediately seeing three blurs of fur dashing from his peripheral vision directly to the object, meowing and getting tangled as they fiercely ‘fought’ with it. Shouta knew that this being his weapon and therefore an important part of his work, he shouldn’t let his cats play with it. However, as he petted two fluffy heads that popped from the cloth and the exhaustion started to totally take over his body and actions, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He had some spare scarves somewhere, he was sure.

 “Dumb cats.” He fondly remarked, scratching their newest kitten under her chin before adventuring to his room, stopping only to check on Eri and relax as he found her calmly sleeping on her bed. Good.

 His eyes narrowed as he noticed the light coming from under his bedroom, sighing and putting his eyedrops, already aware of the other fight he would have to face.

 “Hizashi,” it’s his greeting. The blonde hums, glare still clued on the screen in front of him, head resting on one of his hands, “it’s three in the morning and we have classes tomorrow. Turn that thing off.”

 “Hypocrisy, hypocrisy.” Yamada sings, hand rocking in the beat of his imaginary melody, the tiredness dripping from his words. Yet he took off his headphones, turning on his direction with alert eyes. “Are you hurt?”

 “Nah, slow night.”

 “Good.” Hizashi smiled. A small, true smile that spread a warm feeling across his chest and only made his resolute to protect his husband from every bad thing in the world grew stronger, even if the ‘bad thing’ which threatened him right now was his horrible sleep schedule. “We saved some dango for you.  It’s on the fridge.”

 Aizawa nodded, watching him turn back to his computer. “I’m going to grade 1-A tests when I am back.” And that perked the other’s attention, since both had the habit of grading tests together in order to get some quality time on their incredibly busy lives.

 That is why the taller was sitting on the bed with a pack of papers in his hands when Shouta came back, falling on the mattress face first, relaxing on the soft fabric. But, he couldn’t concentrate on that feeling now, turning to his left and trapping Yamada with his arms around his sides, legs entangling.

 “Sleep.” He clued his face on the other’s stomach, his voice vibrating across the skin and gathering a mix of snort and squeal, probably because of the ticklish sensation.

 Oh. Ticklish.

 “Babe, I really can’t right now. There are those videos I asked for my students to do and I really need to analyze and give them the results before the weekend.” Aizawa scolded his expression so his devil smirk wouldn’t be noticed by Hizashi, instead he looked up, locking their eyes, his features inexpressive as ever.

 Hizashi bit his lower lip.

 He frowned, intense glares.

 “Okay, okay! You know I am weak for those kitten eyes, your cheater.” The blonde pouted and pointedly ignored the smug shining on his partner’s face. “But this is only a break, ok? Just some cuddles and then I’m going to finish my work.”

 Aizawa hummed, not quite agreeing, not disagreeing. Yamada laid down and chuckled as the raven haired adult quickly hid his face on his neck, a hand absently running on his back and melting his strict pose.

 “Cuddlebug.”

 A yelp escaped from his lips as Aizawa used a thumb to prod the so, so sensitive skin between his shoulder blades. The morning events from yesterday fell on him as a bucket of cold water, sending shivers down on his spine, essentially when Yamada tried to wiggle away, finding his form very well secured on his love’s arms.

 “Shouta, no.” Shouta hummed, his voice vibrating on the sweet spot that was his neck, his stubble helping in nothing the giggles which already began to bubble on his throat. “Shouta, please, my love, light of my life,” he could almost feel the other’s wicked grin grow, the hand tensing behind him, “no, no, no! I can’t! You know I can���t! Shouta, I-”

 And with no warning a loud shriek - which didn’t break their windows due how fast Aizawa activated his own quirk - dashed from his mouth, laughter blooming as a mix of pokes, scratches and kneading along the whole extent of his upper back, even giving some special attention to his ribs and spine, kept him in stitches.

 His back arched at the tickly tickles, sending him directly to the unbearable nuzzles of his husband, the main reason for so many squeaks and squeals make themselves present on his uncontrollable laughter.

 “Tsk, tsk. One would think that such a known pro-hero would be able to put up with a better fight.” Nuzzle. Scribble. Unintelligible pleas of mercy. Raspberry. “Always so easy to read…You could at least try to pretend you aren’t loving every. Second. Of. It.”

 “Shouta! Nono! Shuhuhut up! Shut up!”

 “It’s not my fault you were always so defenseless to teases. What about we train you to endure them?”

 Hizashi shook his head, laughing and shrieking too much to gather a real answer.

 And, as sudden the attack came, it was gone. The hand went up to gently massage his scalp, tearing a relaxed sigh from Yamada as he fought to get his breath back, high-pitched giggles still tripping from his lips since the light tickles continued on his poor neck, sporadic kisses and eventual nibbles on the spot right under his chin maintaining his gigantic, bright smile.

 “So ticklish, so helpless. Just a few well placed touches and I can already defeat you.”

 “You talk as if you were any less susceptible.” A squeeze on his knee warned him about the possible consequence of his words. Hizashi pinched his thigh in retaliation, although much less energetic.

 “Don’t. Different from you, I want to get some real sleep.” And then he started to comb the blonde hair, Yamada’s eyelids began to drop, his tiredness now being much more present as the other used his number one melt spot against him.

 “Cheater…”

 “You will survive.” Shouta tilted his head up and kissed his husband’s lips, also starting to drift away as Hizashi’s arms pulled him closer.

 “Good night, babe.”

 “Night.”

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

anyway I need to go to bed but I have too much energy so I am channeling it into headcanons. here u go species headcanons for Everyone on the Dream smp with explanations because I’ve put a TON of thought into this. They’re probably like half contradicted by canon but fuck it My City Now.

Dream- A (juvenile) stage of being a god. He, DreamXD, and Drista have become known as “dreamons” but that’s technically a separate species, all spawned from them. He's not really focused on being worshipped in his own right, preferring power in the mortal realm, though he’s not averse to pretending to be his brother (the god worshipped by Church Prime) or his sister (a minor goddess of death worshipped by many hidden cults) if it can help him get power. He’s got pure white skin everywhere except his face (which is pale but human-like), black blood, entirely green eyes, pointed ears, fangs, claws, and digitigrade legs ending in hoof-like claws.

George- A human, the only human on the whole server. Humans are pretty rare, vastly outnumbered by hybrids but outnumbering any other species, and “pure” humans (what we'd consider to be a completely normal appearing human) are all but nonexistent. For example, George has eyes with dark sclera and white irises.

Sapnap- A blaze hybrid. He’s got a few rods surrounding him and his eyes blaze with fire. It’s usually just warm but not hot enough to hurt but if he's agitated or upset it can easily burn hot enough to set things ablaze.

Callahan- A reindeer hybrid. He’s got antlers, reindeer ears, fur around his arms, and hooves.

Awesamdude- A creeper hybrid. He's tauric, with four insect like legs. His skin and is green and mottled and has a texture similar to leaves. His eyes are pitch black. He has a tendency to make hissing sounds when stressed, though he can’t explode like a full blooded creeper.

Alyssa- A mouse hybrid, with large mouse ears and a long tail. This definitely isn’t an in joke for the thousands of hours I spent browsing TVTropes as a child and the “what happened to the mouse” tROPE SHUT UP.

Ponk- A demon hybrid, with pointed ears, slit pupils, a small spaded tail, and small horns.

BadBoyHalo- A full blooded demon, with pointed ears, a tall stature, pitch black skin and hair, fangs, claws, hooves, a long spaded tail, long horns, and small bat like wings. He’s rather self conscious about how intimidating he looks. He's also a lich (with Skeppy as his phylactery) which is why he has pure white eyes (a trait the undead share).

TommyInnit- An absolute mess, genetic wise, since I’m taking Tommy's joke about being born in a lab and running with it. He's mostly angel, and was basically cloned from Phil's DNA (from a feather that fell off his wings that somehow someone got a hold of) but had a bunch of other hybrid and human DNA mixed in to make him somewhat stable enough to actually survive gestation. He has very small, dark wings that are useful for balance and little else, fangs, claws, and pointed ears. His bones are very light, making him fragile but a lot more dexterous. His blood is slightly off a human's, being slightly pinkish. His freckles, wings, blood, and eyes glow slightly and are patterned like the night sky. Technically undead as of his resurrection, and maintains the many injuries of his death permanently (bruises stay and don’t heal but don’t worsen, broken limbs can be moved at unnatural angles, ect.), pale, corpse like skin, and one of his eyes turned pure white.

Tubbo- A ram hybrid, with small curved ram horns, horizontal pupils, ram ears, a tail, and hooves. Nice and simple after the absolute mess that was Tommy.

Fundy- A limited shapeshifter, able to change his species, though he prefers to be in a fox-like form. He inherited this from Sally, who had similar abilities, though with more strength. He's always got certain features he inherited from each parent that he can’t change though- wings, pale skin, and ice-like freckles from Wilbur, and salmon scales coating his wings and cheeks, and ginger-and-white hair from Sally.

Punz- A dragon hybrid, with dark horns, dark sclera and slit pupils, wings just large enough for limited flight, a strong tail, fangs, claws, and blue scales coating his cheeks, wings, tail, arms, and legs. Has a natural inclination to sleep in a pile of his wealth he only holds off on when he feels it’s at risk of being stolen (which, since this is the Dream SMP, is almost constantly).

Purpled- An enderman hybrid, with small horns, pointed ears, purple blood, and ender particles surrounding him. Parts of his arms and legs are covered in leathery, pure black skin.

Wilbur- Half angel, half fucking refrigerator because cc!Wilbur hates us (affectionate). His skin is unnaturally, icy pale, and his blood is an icy blue. His freckles are the colour of ice reflecting. He's got wings from his father, large enough to glide, but they’re pale coloured and slightly transparent. He has fangs claws, and pointy ears. His blood, wings, and eyes glow slightly and are patterned like the night sky. As Ghostbur, he’s got the injuries of his death apparent at all times, though they don’t hinder him or cause him pain, corpse like skin, pure white eyes, and is permanently transparent.

JSchlatt- A ram hybrid. He’s got large ram horns, dark sclera and horizontal pupils, a ram tail, fur around his arms, and hooves.

Skeppy- A construct made to be Bad's phylactery. He's fully made of diamond, and appears as a moving human statue (though entirely made out of diamond), though he has limited shape shifting ability to change his “hair” and “clothes”, though he has to remain the same mass. He has some small red detailing on him out of redstone (which was used partially in his contruction). The egg flipped the red and teal in his colour scheme. Also he's smalllllllllllll.

Eret- Part ghost, due to being descended from Herobrine. She has pure white eyes, pointy ears, and under stress he becomes partially transparent. They tend to hide their nonhuman features (ears under hair or hats and eyes under sunglassses) and are often mistaken for human.

Jack Manifold- Started as a wolf hybrid, with large wolf ears and a tail. After dying, he came back from hell as a hellhound with red and blue “flames” coming from his eyes, ears, and replacing his missing tail he lost in one of his deaths with two made of this fire. The fire is chillingly cold to the touch, and not warm. His eyes are also monocolour, though in heterochromatic red and blue instead of the usual pure white found in undead.

Niki- A moth hybrid, with antennae, monocolour amber eyes, fluffy wings, and more fluff around her neck, wrists, and torso. These and her hair are patterned gold and black, though as of now she’s dyed them all pink. Idk I just feel like moths fit her for some reason.

Quackity- A duck hybrid, with golden wings and webbed hands and feet. He’s also a shapeshifter of sorts, however instead of shifting into different forms he shifts into different beings, from alternate realities that never came to be. These can be used to shift into near identical copies of those around him, to impersonate them, or to shift into alternate versions of people (like Mexican Dream to Dream). These aren’t Quackity, though, and as such they have their own pool of canon lives, and while he has lots of influence over them they can still act autonomously.

Karl Jacobs- An inter dimensional being made of time itself. While his current form is mostly human, he has technicolour rainbow blood, freckles, and patches on his skin, along with clock-shaped pupils that change with the time. His “natural” form is a vaguely humanoid mess of ever shifting colour.

HBomb- I didn’t know what to do with him at first- he was a cow hybrid in my pfp set- but I just think the idea of him being a chill cat hybrid who turns full nyaa whenever he’s in a maid dress to be funny so he’s a cat hybrid now. With dyed-white cat ears and a dyed-white cat tail.

Technoblade- A piglin hybrid primarily, but he’s definitely got some weird traces of other species. He’s got tusks, pink hair, pink pig ears, a pig tail, and hooves, but he’s also got paws from some other animal hybridisation in his blood, and has a tallness that suggests demon blood somewhere down the line. His red eyes aren’t natural, and only occurred after he was sacrificed to be the vessel of the Blood God.

Antfrost- A cat hybrid, with blond and brown fur, a cat tail, paws both on his hands and feet, and cat ears. He’s also got split pupils and blue sclerae (though a different shade to his irises).

Philza- An angel- the creation of a god or goddess to help serve them (Dreamon's would be an example of the angels the Dream's can create, though they’re primarily running wild nowadays.) The creation and servant of one of the gods of death, Kristen, to serve her in the mortal realm. He’s got very large feathered dark wings, pupilless unnaturally bright eyes, pointy ears, fangs, claws, and dark blood the colour of the night sky. His wings, eyes, freckles and blood glow brightly and are patterned like the night sky. Injuries reveal that he's fully inhuman under his skin, appearing to be a void of colour that also glows and is patterned like the night sky. His crows, who are messengers from the afterlife, have this same pattern on their feathers.

Conner- I don’t know much about him tbh but. He’s just a hedgehog hybrid. I mean he’s joked enough about canonically being the kid of Sonic and Elise. He’s got blue hedgehog ears and a tail, and blue spines mixed in with his dark hair.

Captain Puffy- A sheep hybrid, with small curled sheep horns, sheep ears, a fluffy sheep tail, hooves, and hair curly and soft like wool. The split in her hair between brown and white is natural, though she keeps a small section dyed rainbow.

Vikkstar- Another angel, though of a god long gone. His entire body, even his “clothes” (which are made of flesh) glow intensely bright and have the pattern of the night sky.

LazarBeam- A gingerbread hybrid, which I’d say is dumb but we’ve already had a refrigerator hybrid so. I don’t know what else to say here.

Ranboo- Half enderman, half god of some sort. Has small horns, pointy ears, an inhumanly wide mouth with fangs, claws, digitigrade feet ending in hoof-like claws, pure black and white skin, pure black and white hair and freckles on the opposite side of the skin, red and green heterochromatic eyes barely distinguishable from their sclera, and red and green blood. Hmm, I wonder what other character shares similar descriptions... :)

FoolishG- A more matured god than Dream. Appears to be made entirely out of gold, with his hair and freckles appearing like copper. His pure green eyes have a similar texture to emeralds. Also he’s like. Massive. He’s like eleven Skeppy's.

Hannah- A nymph of the forests. Has prehensile vines and flowers flowing in her hair all the way to the ground, and half of her face and one of her arms are entirely made of these prehensile vines and flowers. Makes flowers grow in her step, after being corrupted by the egg they wither around her instead.

Charlie- Slime hybrid. Honestly just kind of got the most impractical parts of being a hybrid, having random sections of skin changed into green slime which drips everywhere and kind of gets in the way. It doesn’t seem to bother him though.

[oftenderweapons]

Introducing: the Girlfriend — Giggles

Hello bumblebees!

Since the girlfriends will feature as original characters in some of the pieces I’ve planned, in this small serie you will find some general information about the girls, presented with their aesthetics. Here you will find Hobi’s Giggles. NSFW content is featured.

You can find more of her and the other girls here.

And here is my masterlist

Giggles is the cutest little potato. That could be all. However, I'm gonna elaborate.

I think she's a couple years younger than Hoseok, or maybe the same age. She is medium tall (slightly smaller than him, but barely) and quite thin. Her body is lithe and stretchable — she does yoga — but quite curveless, however this is not an issue to Hoseok. He loves her small, girly physique. In terms of nationality, she could be Korean, but her parents might be foreigners: I see her being pretty pale and a natural readhead.

She is a vet; Hoseok met during an emergency with Mickey and after that she was stuck in his mind. Though economically independent, she can’t afford a comfy apartment in the city, that’s why she lives squished in a small three-room apartment; still, she doesn’t mind since cleaning up takes less time and the tiny den seems fitting for her being a tiny human. The only problem with her apartment is that she can't keep any pet, however she wishes she had a cute, fluffy, big cat. She likes thrift-shopping, coloured things and animals. She’s really gentle and has a sparkly, although introverted personality. She’s basically the stereotype of a Hufflepuff.

This girlie is soft, she has the quirkiest sense of fashion and she often wears children clothes since her size is THAT small. Of course Hoseok jokes about it, but secretly he loves it: whenever she gets into his clothes, she looks extra small and he needs to snuggle her like his favourite teddy bear. Yes, she might be in her twenties, no, do not take her Winnie the Pooh onesie away from her. She still watches cartoons (attentively) and enjoys spending her evenings in front of the TV with a Disney or a Studio Ghibli movie.

Nature makes her happy. Hoseok likes making her giggle and smile, therefore he likes doing whatever she likes. He takes her out on picnics, or to pick cherries and strawberries.

She likes animals so whenever she spots a cute pet, Hoseok is more than glad to ask their owner if she can pet them. When she spots a kitty out of her reach she pouts and goes all big, sparkly, sad eyes; of course Hoseok can't stand that and he has often picked her up so she could reach for the kitty and pet it.

She loves cherries and strawberries a whole lot. She might be a vegetarian and her diet is mostly made of fruit and several types of tea and herbal tea. She is addicted to cornflakes and milk.

Publicly, Giggles and Hoseok hold hands a lot, with Hoseok tugging at her hand to pull her into him when he wants her close. Normally you would simply see them trotting like two excited puppies when going on dates, while during official public appearances he would simply catwalk like a model while she ethereally strolls behind him. I see her dressed in lots of chiffon and light, airy fabric, making her look like a fairy floating around him like a spirit of the woods.

Giggles is delicate both emotionally and physically. She hasn’t had meaningful relationships before, only dates and small flings with maybe three or four partners, one of which might have been a friend with benefits, maybe. Her flings were usually calm and quiet, mostly vanilla, and normally they ended because of a lack of chemistry and because those people couldn’t make her feel comfortable enough to let her inner freak out, or simply turned down her propositions to explore and venture into more daring activities. With Hoseok it immediately turns out that they have an excellent connection, his bubbly and sparkly personality meeting her childlike side, but at the same time, his darker, demanding and open-minded persona immediately answering her needs for sexual exploration. Their bodies seem to know each other instinctively from their very first encounter and this kind of “perfect match” based on physicality brings them closer and closer to each other, but also helps them use sex and their bodies to explore each other’s minds. With Hoseok, Giggles gradually discovers several degrees of submission as they both venture into the mechanisms and techniques of BDSM. This shared exploration is the glue of their relationship, but it also creates an intimacy so deep that they manage to completely remove shame from their bond. Hoseok can be ruthless in bed, however Giggles’ girlish nature hides a spine of steel that comes out while undergoing tougher, harsher scenes; still she prefers Hoseok to fondle her verbally and emotionally as he delivers the most vicious treatments. Giggles and Hoseok took a bondage course after both of them discovered a certain interest for this discipline. She is excellent at it: Hoseok trusts her blindly and she is generally more wicked in her use of the lessons; on the other hand, Hoseok uses ropes and knots more often but more gently, paying extra attention to Giggles’ skinny, delicate physique.

In terms of sex positions, Hoseok likes changing a lot. During a round he can go through two or three positions, which sometimes extenuates Giggles. His most recurrent positions are missionary with her legs on his shoulders, doggy, and spoons with her laying on her front; occasionally he might fuck her while standing, hooking one of her legs around his waist, or also making her lay down on her side and lifting her free leg up, pressing it to his chest while he straddles her lower leg and enters her — we all know he can handle the most unbelievable positions and those hips can be pretty cruel with deep strokes and hard and fast thrusts. He is more than willing to make up for his restlessness by pleasing her, especially with his fingers — he can make her squirt easily and likes doing so very often. She is also extremely ticklish: torturing her with ticklers, feathers and fur gloves is a huge turn on for him, however he rewards her plenty with several sessions of oral sex.

Hoseok in bed can be very demanding, both physically and spiritually, therefore she often prefers to be allowed some space during aftercare. He understands and follows her will, quietly leaving for a few minutes to let her calm herself, check the results of their session and clean up. It usually doesn’t take long before she calls for him or actively looks for him, asking him to massage her sore body, or to apply lotion over her skin. Normally, if they engage in a scene before going to sleep, he makes sure she takes mild herbal sleeping pills and water to relax before sleep, to avoid her gritting her teeth in her sleep and having small twitches because of the physical effort, or waking up with painful cramps — after all she is a delicate creature. She prefers having him by her side after making love: he likes showering with her, washing her hair and drying it afterward. Generally he likes cuddles after domming, since he feels vulnerable and he needs to know that he didn’t go too far. He also needs to be reassured with love affirmations, especially since during punishments and certain kinds of (so to say) torture — like sensation play, edging and overstimulation — Giggles might say hurtful things or might have unpleasant reactions such as biting, scratching, trying to escape or in some extreme cases, crying.

During the day or when chilling on the sofa, Giggles likes cuddles. Hoseok often squishes her cheeks and kisses her nose. His most frequent form of cuddles is playing with her hair or nuzzling into it while spooning her. Her hair always smells like flowers. Hoseok lives that. He gives her loads of small kisses, especially on her cheeks, sometimes biting into them since they’re the roundest part of her face. She might have cute, hamster cheeks. Hoseok’s favourite cuddles are her hands in his hair, combing it or massaging his scalp while he rests his head on her stomach or lap. They give each other a lot of kisses — more like playful smooches.

They don’t have a favourite sleeping position, Hoseok is too impatient and shifts a lot in his sleep so he falls asleep as he feels like doing. Normally they sleep simply next to each other: Giggles likes falling asleep while he spoons her and normally she falls asleep first, while Hoseok moves away once she is soundly asleep.

Overall, Giggles is a cute and delicate creature, a gentle soul who is fond of animals and nature; still, she has a kinkier side that matches Hoseok’s experimental one: their bubbly personalities, instinctual communication and sexual needs match perfectly, creating a strong and well-balanced couple.

[alastorsradio]

All Dogs Go To... Hell?

Ahaha.. I said I was posting this several days ago but I got really busy, I apologize! Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions on my post, I decided to just post it on here as well!

I legit thought of this idea while half-asleep and thinking about a fanart I saw a while back, so I apologize if it lowkey sucks.

This is my first Hazbin fic so go easy on me pls, I hope y’all enjoy. Thank you to my friend Hosh for helping me with details <3

                                                                                                            The hotel was quiet, it was getting quite late at night. The fire crackled lightly at the fireplace, the only noise to be heard. Other than the occasional clinking noise of whatever Husk was drinking at the bar. You were seated in between Alastor’s legs as he lay across the couch reading. You, however, decided on a more modern approach as you scrolled through your phone. Everything was calm, as you snuggled closer to Alastor you almost were lulled to sleep. Almost.

Suddenly, the hotel door burst open garnering both yours and Alastor’s attention. Husk was already passed out at the bar. Charlie ran excitedly in, looking around and noticing you two. She was hiding something behind her back.

“Guys!! I found this little guy running around outside the hotel!” She revealed she was carrying a small furry black dog with white spots along its’ back. If you had to guess, you’d say it was a Pomeranian. Immediately Alastor tensed behind you. You glanced at it, unimpressed.

“Uh, a dog?” You stare, a slight frown on your face.

“Yeah! I was just out trying to get new recruits for the hotel and as I was on my way back I found him. Well, not actually outside the hotel. A few blocks from here, but he looked hungry!” Charlie seemed far too excited about her new puppy friend, her smile practically going from ear to ear. She was beginning to give Alastor a run for his money. Meanwhile, he hadn’t taken his eyes off of the puppy since she had shown it. His grin was forced, you could tell.

You sighed. “Charlie, you stole a dog?”

“What? No, uh, it was lost,” she paused, looking slightly guilty, “I think. Okay, maybe it had a home, but I felt bad! How about this, we put up missing posters around and if the owner comes and claims it we give it back. If not, we have a new pet!”

“Okay, I guess.” You went back to looking at your phone. Charlie set the puppy down, watching it excitedly as it sniffed different things around the room. It seemed about as excited as she was, happily panting with its’ tongue out as it explored.

“Dear, don’t you think we have enough things to take care of?” Alastor spoke up, watching the dog like a hawk. “I mean we already have Angel’s pet pig, and Angel is practically a pet himself, albeit not a good one.” You snickered slightly at that.

“I’ve always wanted a pet though, it’ll be easy. I’ll do all the work, I promise.” Charlie glanced around the room. “Hey, um, can you guys watch him for a minute? I’m gonna go get him some food. After this, I’ll do all the work.”

What happened to trying to find the owner?

You looked up at her again about to deny her. But you just couldn’t. You knew she probably never could have a pet as a child, and she seemed so excited even if it wasn’t hers. You huffed a little before agreeing that yes, you’d watch her new dog while she rummaged around in the kitchen for whatever she could feed a dog.

The dog, however, was still exploring the lobby. You watched it to make sure it didn’t leave that area, but Alastor was doing his own pretty good job of that. As it came closer to you, you couldn’t help but notice as he pushed himself closer into the couch cushions. Your eyebrow raising slightly in confusion. You knew he didn’t like dogs, and that was fine. You didn’t either. Even when you were alive, you were a cat person through and through. Dogs were too loud and energetic. But, your poor menacing overlord of boyfriend seemed legitimately scared of this tiny thing.

You wanted to mention it, but you knew he would never admit it. Plus, everyone had their fears, you weren’t going to judge. As the dog stood at the bottom of the couch, you untangled yourself from Alastor and stood up. If he was scared of this thing, you might as well stand between him and the terrifying beast. It sat down, staring up at you as it panted lightly. As you got a better look at it, you noticed a blue collar sticking out under its’ fur. It was quite fluffy, so it was hard to see far away. You bent down to better look at the blue object, noticing a silver tag at the end of it. Taking hold of it, you read the name inscribed into it.

Lucy

So the dog had a collar and a name. Charlie straight up stole someone's dog. You laughed slightly to yourself, shaking your head. She had good intentions, but this definitely was some other demons pet. You glanced over to Alastor who had still not moved an inch.

“Al, I promise I won’t let it get you.” The slightly amused smile on your face caused him to narrow his eyes at you. You’d probably pay for that comment later. “Look isn’t she cute?” You pet the dog's fur, it happily turning to lick at your cheek.

Alastor all but growled at that. His smile becoming darker as static filled the room. You didn’t know if he was legit jealous of a dog, or just angry that you were teasing him.

“Don’t you want to pet her?” You offered, continuing to stroke the dogs fur much to her delight.

“No. I do not.” His voice was strained as he grit his teeth together. Out of fear or anger, you didn’t know. Maybe both. His ears were firmly flat against his head. You started to feel bad.

You decided that was enough teasing. “Okay, okay. You know I don’t like them either. Hold on.”

You stood from your spot, walking over to the door. You called for the dog, using her newfound name and she immediately came to you. At least she was trained. As you started to open the door to let her back on the streets where she couldn’t terrorize your boyfriend any further, you jumped at the surprise of another demon at the door.

The very irritated demon glared at you. Before looking down and spotting his dog standing behind you, happily wagging her tail with her tongue out. “Yeah, can I have my dog back?”

It was more of a demand than a question. You moved out of the way so the dog could go back to her rightful owner. “Uh, sorry about that.”

“Whatever.” The demon picked up Lucy and rolled his eyes at you. “I don’t care if she’s the princess or whatever, if she tries to steal my pet again it’s personal.”

The growl in his voice at the end of his sentence let you know he was serious. Before you could speak, he took his leave. You shrugged before making your way back into the hotel and shutting the door behind you.

“The evil is defeated.” You smirked and you could tell that Alastor had relaxed. You made your way back over to the couch and returned to your space in between his legs. One of his arms made its way to snake around your stomach, holding you tighter than he really needed to.

Charlie made her way excitedly back in the room, carrying a couple beef sticks that Angel had bought a while back. “Okay!”, she paused to breathe, looking down at the snacks, “I found something. I don’t know what kind of snacks dogs like, but it’s beef so he should like it right?”

You actually kind of felt bad. Alastor released his grip enough so you could sit up properly and look at her.

“Um, about that-“ You started, but Charlie began to look around the room in confusion.

“Where’d he go? Didn’t you watch him?” She frowned, worry laced in her voice.

“No, we did but, he’s actually a she. And her name is Lucy. Her owner kind of showed up and demanded we give her back. I’m sorry.” You admitted.

Hey, at least you didn’t have to feel guilty that you just threw the dog outside like you had planned to.

“Oh.” Charlie looked down at the floor sorrowfully. You really hoped she wasn’t going to cry. It wasn’t directly your fault, but you felt bad.

“Smile, dear! The sooner we got rid of that mutt the better! She didn’t seem to be well behaved at all, and I’m sure we can find you a much better pet.” Alastor grinned at her. She looked up and faintly smiled back.

“One that isn’t a canine. How do you feel about a cat?” You playfully rolled your eyes as he basically forbid dogs on the premises. A cat sounded good though.

Charlie half-smiled at him. “Thanks, but I think you were right before. Plus, we already have a cat.”

“That we do! Husk, my dear friend.” Alastor completed, and Charlie nodded.

At the sound of his name, Husk awoke from his drunken slumber, immediately grumbling. He slowly turned to look towards all three of you. “The fuck you want?”

[trunkzbriefs]

Any Son and/or Briefs family headcanons? Spicy hot takes? Truths Toriyama and Toyotaro themselves can not handle? Straight up lies?

GODDAMN SORRY this took a while cause i suck at putting thoughts together. i apologize for my obvious briefs bias i have more hcs for them than the son family despite loving them both :pensive: anyway heres some random stuff

briefs hcs:

all of the briefs are pros at non-verbal communication. i hc that saiyans have their own language (and also in my own Mind Canon they still have their fuckin tails) and a lot of it is done through tail movement/body posture/grunts/etc. etc so theyve all sort of picked that up. even bulma, who doesnt have a tail, is pretty good at getting across what she means without actually speaking. they still do speak normally but it comes in handy sometimes considering that both trunks and vegeta are prone to running out of speaking energy or getting very frustrated with words, so having another way to communicate works very well for them

vegeta is fffffffffffffffffffurry. without getting too deep into my own General Saiyan hcs (thats why i made a whole ass four subspecies!!) i think that the entirety of planet vegeta tended to be very hot aside from the part where the castle was, where the temperature would drop. meaning that saiyans working in the palace would grow thicker fur around certain parts of their body, and in the royal saiyans theyd be Especially fluffy. he kept it down on earth, but he has thick patches of fur around the bottom parts of his arms and legs. kind of like snowy boots and gloves! he also has fur that grows in on his neck like a lions mane.

future trunks is an actions sponge, vegeta is a words sponge. vegeta will pick up words VERY quickly regardless if he fully understands the meaning of it or not (completely inspired by 'THATS RIGHT BOYS... MONDO COOL' in z) and future trunks will unintentionally mimic the actions of people - around people he looks up to he might take a few small mannerisms from but this extends to copying the disposition of anyone; he's just very adaptive. this is the most obvious (and funniest) when he's around vegeta bc it really shows like. yeah damn that sure is vegeta's son

vegeta & bulla have an intimidating bastard smirk naturally. their natural smiles are pretty frightening and they have to put effort into a 'normal' one. this also extends to current trunks, his default smile is the Vegeta Bastard Smirk but he learned to have a normal smile quicker than his father and sister. future trunks has a slightly unnerving natural smile (the fact that his pupils are always drawn so fucking small makes me hc that he just has a very intimidating look of 'cat thats about to pounce on an unfortunate trapped mouse' whenever he smiles) but he learned to look normal even quicker than current trunks since he's around humans a Lot and is sort of their uh, Hope. don't want to look scary to the people who depend on you!

bulma has some fighting knowledge and mildly good ki control. vegeta taught her it as a just in case so that she'd be able to defend herself against Bigger threats if he wasn't there and also so she could raise her own ki to alert someone to her if she had to.

vegeta is extremely clean and can not stand to have things disorganized for more than like... an hour before he has to tidy everything up. every time he goes down to the lab and bulma is passed out in a pile of bolts and circuit boards it kills him inside just a little bit

future trunks has little concept of power control. since his timeline was always in danger it wasn't really an important thing for him to learn. the amount of mugs he's accidentally crushed is impressive

vegeta tends to not sound like he's asking questions when he is. he doesn't add the proper infliction to the end of his questions and just sounds flat most of the time. it's confusing to people who dont know him well.

im not even gonna lie, im a BIG fan of the chill demon panchy headcanon so i love the idea that the briefs have a Lil bit of demon in them but just dont know it ghjnkm

[banging my fists on the 'hcs that not even got could take away from me' table] future trunks has OCD

vegeta doesn't really get labels but he's bisexual & "debatably a man", bulma is bisexal & bigender transfem (sometimes shes Wamen and other times its like "gender? no"), bulla is a nonbinary lesbian, current trunks is a bisexual trans man & future bulma forgot to explain the concept of gender and sexuality to future trunks so he's a little confused on that front and his gender & sexuality are "i have literally never thought abt these concepts in my life but i think men are nice. i refuse to think about gender though" (i actually have two main hcs for future trunks which are either gay trans man or more-feminine-presenting nonbinary bisexual)

son hcs:

goku is Not as fluffy as vegeta at all, but he does have fur on certain parts of his body. namely on the back of his elbows + ankles, down his back connecting to his tail, and on his shoulders. its inherented from gine!

gohan is learning saiyan language from vegeta! vegeta acts grumpy about it but he's glad to have someone to teach. when gohan learned that most of the history had been lost he basically wished shenron for a big ol book on saiyan culture and gave it to vegeta just as an act of kindness and vegeta was like [in an angry voice but very touched] "Ok. Sit down. You're learning." by extension gohan is also teaching the rest of his family!

i will take ox king being actually non-human to my grave so like, chichi has horns and a very short ox tail! gohan and goten both have horns, but they're hidden by hair. goten's horns are bigger than gohans.

goten also has a more ox-like tail, with a little puff of fur at the end. generally, gohan looks more saiyan-like and goten looks more ox/human-like.

although he keeps up his cheery demeanor very well, goku is still haunted pretty badly by like... everything that’s happened in his life. he still has frequent nightmares about cell & buu specifically.

gohan will freak out at worse, zone out at best, if he's even tapped on the neck. it reminds him of the whole 'getting his neck snapped on namek' so that area is pretty off limits to everyone

goten gets along really well with android 17. they both have a love for nature and 17s kind of like his chill uncle, so whenever he gets too stressed out or just needs a break you can find him face down on the ground outside of 17's place on monster island.

goku is really really good at remembering completely random shit. bulma uses this to her advantage whenever she's working and has him memorize random technology stuff. a week later goku can not remember what he had for breakfast that morning but as soon as bulma asks "hey do you remember what i told you last week" hes like "oh yeah sure i have no idea what it means but [blurts out three hours worth of technical garble]"

oh boy is this a headcanon that has a lot more depth to it than just a bullet on a tumblr post, but gohan has DID!

goku, like vegeta, doesnt get labels either, and does not even Try, ask him about any of it and hes like "i dont get the gender thing but i think lots of people look nice :)" gohan is gay and like vegeta, "debatably a man", goten + chichi are both bi nonbinary, & pan is a lesbian trans woman.

both:

bulla and pan are both into music! i think theyd mess around making their own stuff w/ launchpads

i have a general hc of ki mixing or shielding, essentially, if youre close enough to someone people wont be able to tell apart your ki and you can also 'shield' someone with your ki for a small amount of time. if vegeta has his energy low, his and bulma's energy are the same. same thing with goku and chichi! goten and trunks are near impossible to tell apart, and same thing with gohan and videl.

though goten and trunks are both protective over their younger siblings, gotenks is that protectiveness times a thousand. look at bulla or pan wrong for 2 seconds and you're going to have an angry gotenks in your face asking if you have any last words. i like to think that trunks and goten fused casually a lot, especially around the time where bulla and pan were young, so its basically goten and trunks own attachment to them PLUS gotenks' attachment to them as his own person combined.

i like to pretend end of z did not happen the way it did so uub, using nimbus, travels back and forth a lot. goku isn’t the only one who teaches him how to fight as goten, gohan and trunks all think of him like a little brother and love training with him!

fuck you letters to toriyama/toyotaro hot takes:

cell, as cool of a villian as he is, definitely should have had a creepier final form. or multiple- just something that really drives in the fact that he's made up of other's dna & fuckin ABSORBS people. also his first two forms should have had a different absorbtion method other than the tail thing (not the drinking thing thats fine) it just feels.   Weird. not good

it would have been far more interesting to keep the bitter attitude towards vegeta that future trunks had imo... in super trunks was going through a Lot granted but the fact tht he wasnt more confrontational to vegeta being a dick to him seemed kind of off considering his attitude in z i just.. think it would be interesting and far better if they had more of a back and forth 'family but lowkey hate each other' relationship

i dont want to rant about super so heres some super condensed takes, goku black arc specific because thats 90% of what ive seen of super:

mai is a fucking freak ass weirdo, why did they not just make another character to pair with trunks

trunks not flipping the fuck out at his timeline being erased feels... out of character. also trunks deserved the win against zamasu

future bulma did NOT need to die

trunks should have just stayed in the current timeline

please fucking let trunks and goten grow up. we SAW a version of trunks who looked 14 (history of trunks....) and the versions of goten & trunks we have r/n in super do not look 13/14 respectively what in the goddamn hell is going on in the character design department

super definitely should have taken place later down the line

supers version of bulma and videl look awful. why are they That stick like.

vegeta needs to kill frieza. just once.

fu has enough potential to be a very interesting mainline character and i am so sad he's not

i would actively enjoy a sdbh anime with more  budget that isnt just a promo anime and has a plot that makes sense... i think db should have more wild spinoffs

xenoverse deserved a better story that went FULL in on the 'what if' type of timelines- like they did in raging blast which is a FUCKING GREAT GAME

straight up lies:

dragon ball z is a good series

[neonlights92]

Oh My!

Welcome to Bangtan University.  They say your twenties is when you really find yourself.  And these kids are only just getting started….

Yoongi has spent a long time perfecting his music. He’s determined to be the best, no matter what it takes. Serious and brooding, most people at Bangtan University are kind of intimidated by him. But not you. You aren’t afraid of his sharp tongue or his narrow gaze. And you’ve made it your own personal mission to crack the impenetrable ice around his heart, no matter the cost.

A/N: Hey guys I’m back from a ridiculously long hiatus... Lots of stuff has happened.  But I’m hoping you guys enjoy the first installment in my Bangtan University universe.  Yoongi’s story! Jin will be next :) Please let me know what you think!

Warnings : Language and light smut

Genre: College Au.. roommates/friends to lovers au.  Fluffy and some angst... be prepared!

SEPTEMBER 

You meet Min Yoongi, your brand new roommate, on the very first day of your sophomore year at Bangtan University. 

He’s stunningly gorgeous (of course) and you’ve heard the rumours about him and his friends (they are, as your best friend Jisoo insists, seven of the most attractive men on campus) but you’ve never had the pleasure of a conversation with him.

He studies music tech (a quick browse of his instagram had confirmed that) and he’s incredibly good-looking.

That’s about all you know about him at this point.

“I’m Yoongi.” He tells you as he sweeps through the front door of your shitty two bedroom apartment, “You’re Y/N, right?” You have to admit, you’ve never been very good with words.  Or with boys.

So you clear your throat decidedly unattractively and nod quickly, “Yeah that’s me.  Yep.  Y/N.” “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

You’ve heard stories of his coldness.  Of the impenetrable ice that surrounds Min Yoongi.

And yet standing here, in the middle of your shared living room, with a box of things that has the words Yoongi’s Stuff scribbled crudely across the front, you have to say he’s not all that scary.

“Nice to meet you too.”

He sends you a quick smile and then disappears into his bedroom after that, and you find your heart still beating a mile a minute when you settle in for bed that evening.

Jesus. 

One smile from an attractive boy and you’re reduced to this? Pathetic.

But the worst is still yet to come.

//

OCTOBER

“Min Yoongi!” The handsome boy with the impenetrable gaze groans when he hears you calling his name.

“Fuck.  What is it now, Y/N?”

It has been just over a  month of sharing the same apartment.  A month of bathroom schedules, and slamming the seat down passive aggressively whenever he forgets to put it back.

A whole month of finding yourself more and more attracted to the most intimidating man you’ve ever met.

And yet…

“How many times have I told you,” You hold up the pair of boxer briefs he has so kindly forgotten to place in the laundry basket, “Not to leave your dirty clothes lying around.  Especially not your underwear.” You’d blushed when you first spotted the pair of briefs after the shortest shower known to mankind.  That underwear had been wrapped snugly around his toned waist.  Oh how you wished you could catch more than just a glimpse of the milky white skin that hid just under his black t-shirts.

“Not to mention, I didn’t have time to wash the conditioner out of my hair because the water ran cold halfway through my shower!” You shake your head angrily, “I thought we agreed no longer than five minutes in there.” Yoongi quirks a dark brow at you.  As usual, he seems unperturbed by your reaction to his behaviour, and leans back in his desk chair.  His headphones, so chunky and a little awkward looking, are wrapped around his neck.

“Y/N.  I’m working on my final project.  I’m a senior, in case you forgot.  This is kind of important.”  As if to emphasize his point, he gestures towards the midi-keyboard and laptop he was working on just before you stormed in on him.

“I don’t care.” Suddenly you are painfully aware of the fact that you are in a fucking towel.  You’re dripping wet, and you’re stood in the middle of Min Yoongi’s room, with nothing but a raggedy towel to stop him from seeing you naked.

“Maybe we should have this conversation when you’ve got some clothes on.” The coolness in his tone bothers you.

Yoongi never seems bothered by anything you do, and all this does is fluster you further.  You scoff.

“I will put clothes on whenever I damn well please.” You have to physically stop yourself from cringing at your words.  Why would you say something so fucking stupid?

“As you wish.”

He slips his headphones back on, and turns back to his computer, without so much as an apology.  You groan.

You’re angry at him, of course, for his blaise behaviour.

But you’re angry at yourself, too, for the way you feel about him.

Min Yoongi is the most complicated man you’ve ever met.  He’s so handsome, and you’ve heard multiple girls on campus talk about all the naughty things they’d want him to do to them.

But Yoongi is basically unattainable.

He’s been at this university for more than two years now, and hasn’t dated a single girl since then (according to the information Jisoo had gathered) and that wasn’t going to change just because you walked into his life.

You are aware of this.  Have been aware of this since you met him a month ago.

Yoongi is impenetrable.  He has walls protecting his walls.

You’ve seen moments of tenderness from him.  Specifically when it comes to his mother, who he calls every night before bed.

And you know he cares, in his own special way.  But he’s cold.  And he’s standoffish.

Yet you’re determined.

“Fuck you Yoongi,” You reply, with not much anger in your voice.  You whip away from him and move into your bedroom, slamming the door shut, and leaning against its surface.

As always, he leaves you with a fluttering pulse, and a need to kiss him.

You bite back this urge, and take a deep breath, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat. 

You almost hate the power he has over you. 

Almost.  But not quite.

//

NOVEMBER

The first time you witness true vulnerability from Min Yoongi, it absolutely takes your breath away.

It’s been a few weeks since the shower incident, and like with most disagreements between the two of you, it has been long forgotten.  

After a particularly long afternoon in the library studying for an exam at the end of the week you’re almost certain you’re going to fail, you roll into your living room to find Yoongi, sat on the sofa, with a tiny little ball of fur clasped between his hands.

He looks up at you as the door clicks closed, and his mouth quirks up slightly on one side.

“Don’t get mad.” Your eyes zero in on the little kitten dozing on his knees.

“Is that a cat?” You ask the question, even though you already know the answer.

Yoongi winces, as though he knows you’re going to get mad at him, and nods, “Yeah.  I uh I found her in the gutters outside university.  I think her mum abandoned her.  She’s look like the runt of the litter.”

You stare at him, sat in the soft glow of the television, his hair pushed back and his legs folded beneath him, his long fingers sifting through the white fur of the little kitten sat so carefully between his legs. 

You wait a long moment, soaking everything in.

“What her name?”

He seems to release a breath of tension he wasn’t even aware he’d been holding.

“Peaches.”

You come to sit beside him, your heart filling with affection for the boy sat beside you, and the kitten in his arms.

“Peaches,” You laugh slightly, “That’s a sweet name.  We’re going to have to keep her a secret from the landlord.  You know we’re not allowed pets.”

The sides of Yoongi’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, “I can keep her?” “Sure.  She’s adorable.  I could never kick something so sweet out onto the street to fend for herself.” 

You can’t help the way your heart swells at the earnest look in his eyes, “We should get her a litter box and a bed to sleep in.  And maybe some food and water bowls?”

Yoongi smiles at you carefully, “Yeah.  Thanks Y/N.” “You’ve got nothing to thank me for.”  You tell him, moving your eyes away from him, scared he’ll be able to easily read the desperation you have for him.

That evening you make him some pasta, and the two of you bond over your love of animals.  Yoongi tells you about his first pet; a rabbit called Spike, and you listen intently as the boy with all his walls up lets you in just that tiny bit more.

Maybe all hope is not lost.

//

DECEMBER

It’s two weeks before Christmas break when you spot the little winter market a few streets down from your apartment.  When you arrive home from university later on that day and shrug off your jacket, Yoongi is sat in the kitchen, baking the double chocolate fudge brownies you made him for his birthday last month.

“There’s a market in town.  Just on Borough street.”

Yoongi looks up at you and you have to giggle at the fact he has chocolate smudged across his forehead. 

He rolls his eyes, “I’ve got food on my face, right?” You nod and come towards him, using the back of your finger to swipe away the remnants.  Your heart speeds up at the warmth of his skin, and you have to remind yourself that this domesticity is strictly platonic.

“Did you want to uh - go.  To the market, I mean.”

Yoongi is still staring at you, and you feel your cheeks flush, “We don’t have to I just thought it might be something fun to do.  You could invite your friends too.” “No that sounds great.”  He nods and turns back to the task at hand, “They’ve got a ferris wheel, right?” “Of course they do.  Haven’t you seen it?  Jeez, you never leave the apartment.”

“Don’t judge me,” He throws over his shoulder, just as Peaches climbs up onto the counter and moves towards him.

“She’s spoilt you know,” You gesture at the kitten, “You let her get away with murder.” He turns his head and smiles warmly, “Could you say no to this face?” You laugh at the way she leans into his hand, and he lets her lick some of the dark chocolate off the spoon he’s using to mix the ingredients.

The sight is enough to melt your heart into a puddle of stupidity.

You hate yourself for it, but you care about him so much, and you can’t help it.

“So seeing as you’re sorting out the dessert, shall I order some take out?” You say it as quickly as you can to try and distract yourself from the way Yoongi is cuddling with Peaches.

He smiles, “That sounds great  Golden Dragon?” “Golden dragon.”

God. 

You really like this stupid man. 

--

“That ferris wheel is huge.” 

You laugh as Jisoo stares at the lights, eyes widened in awe. 

The Christmas market is just as pretty as you expected, and Jisoo seems to be enjoying herself as well.

Yoongi passes you a cup of hot apple cider, and you smile, “Thanks.” 

The snow from yesterday morning is only just starting to melt so the hot drink warms your belly and cheeks in a way that makes you sigh contentedly.

“Do you want to ride it?” Jungkook - the youngest of Yoongi’s friends - cocks his head towards the ferris wheel, and Jisoo smiles widely.

“Oh my god yes.  Let’s do it.” 

“Awesome.  C’mon!” 

The two of them scurry off, and you feel something warm prickle in the pit of your stomach.  When you’d mentioned this outing to Jisoo, she’d jumped at the opportunity, excited at the prospect of hanging out with other people.

You know that she probably secretly wishes the two of you had other friends, but the truth is you never really needed anyone but her.  Jisoo has been your best friend since childhood, and when you both decided to go to the same university, you felt like it had been fate. 

“This was a great idea, Y/N,” Namjoon pipes up, stuffing his gloved hands in the pockets of his jeans, “Even if it is sub zero temperature.” 

You like Namjoon.  He’s smart and funny, and his eyes are the colour of warm chocolate brown.  He’s a gifted songwriter and producer too, as Yoongi has told you on many an occasion.  “Oh stop complaining,” Jimin elbows his friend good-naturedly.  The first time you met Jimin you remember thinking how absolutely stunning he was.  His smile is brighter than the sun, and you are pretty certain he’d broken more than a few hearts in his time. 

But Yoongi told you that Jimin didn’t date.  It is a cardinal rule for him; unbreakable.  You assume there’s more to the story than you’re being told, but don’t want to pry. 

“I’ve told you guys a million times, we should just spend winter break in my parents' beach house in Australia,” Jin rolls his eyes at Namjoon’s complaining, “It’s summer over there at the moment.” 

“When I win the lottery, then we’ll go.  Until then, I’m afraid we’ve got to suffer through the cold,” Taehyung pulls a face at Jin’s suggestion before snapping a candid photograph of his friends. 

Jin - ever over dramatic - immediately starts complaining about needing a little more warning than the flash of Taehyung’s camera, as Jimin grabs Namjoon and wanders off to try and find some cotton candy.

Hoseok - the brightest of Yoongi’s friends - rolls his eyes at you, and shoves Jin on the shoulder playfully, “C’mon, I want to go try out the shooting games.”

“Alright but tell Jin to stop being a baby every time I take his picture,” Taehyung teases, and you stifle a laugh at the almost macabre way in which Jin gasps at his friend’s comment.

“Are you insinuating that I am immature?” He clicks his tongue, “Yah! That’s rich coming from you Taehyung, you don’t even know how to iron your own clothes!”

Hoseok pushes his friends further down the street, towards the games and vendors, as Taehyung snaps yet another photo of Jin complaining.

This time you laugh out loud and Yoongi joins you.

The truth is, you like Yoongi’s friends.  You feel at home when you’re with them, and it’s just another example of how you fit perfectly in Yoongi’s life. 

“God Jin is actually the most annoying creature on the planet,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, but there’s no malice to it, “And Taehyung knows how to push every one of his buttons.” You giggle, “They’re funny together.  I really do like your friends.”

“Yeah.  Me too.”

You realise the two of you are alone, and something in your gut tells you they did this on purpose.

“Do you want to ride anything?” 

Your mouth goes dry at the suggestion.  

“Uh… Sure.  You said you like ferris wheels, right?” You turn towards the huge moving wheel, “Besides, you can see the whole city from the top.  I reckon that would be pretty.” 

“Sure.  Let’s go.”  

You follow him towards the ride, and feel your heart thumping distractedly in your chest.  There really is something about this boy that makes you feel almost juvenile.  Every single thing he does seems to affect you in ways that you would normally be embarrassed of, and yet you can’t bring yourself to care. 

“When I was a kid, there used to be this carnival that would come to our city for a couple of weeks at the end of every summer,” He tells you, as the two of you join the back of the line of people waiting for their turn, “And my mom used to take me whenever it came to town.  She hated all the bigger rides, but she loved the ferris wheel.”

You smile at the memory, feeling special that Yoongi would choose to share something so personal with you.

“You love her a lot, right?  Your mom, I mean?”

He nods, pulling on the beanie covering his hair, “She’s my best friend.  I’ve always been quiet and reserved - never with her though.  I don’t know what I would do without her.”

“It’s adorable,” You bite your bottom lip and laugh a little when he gives you a look, “I mean it.  Not a lot of guys your age would admit to being a mama’s boy.  I like that you do.” 

“I mean it’s not exactly information I go spreading around,” You reach the front of the queue, and buy your tickets, “So keep it to yourself, alright?  I need to keep up appearances.” 

You smile at the teasing lilt to his voice and clear your throat.

“Oh I don’t know… I reckon your many admirers would love to know about your big, soft heart.”  

You slide into one of the cars, and feel your fingertips tingle and Yoongi takes a seat beside you, the attendant locking the door and instructing you not to open it under any circumstances. 

“My admirers?” He scoffs as the attendant moves to the next car, “Don’t be stupid.”

Your eyes widen, “I’m not.  You’ve got to be kidding me, Yoongi.  Surely you are aware that girls follow you around like lost puppies?”

He shakes his head and licks his bottom lip, “Yeah because they think I’m some mysterious bad boy.  They don’t know me.  It’s bullshit.”

“Aha but you do admit you have admirers!” You insist, nudging him in the shoulder playfully, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.  All of you guys are popular.” 

“I’m not ashamed,” He grumbles, as the ferris wheel starts to move towards the darkening sky, “It’s just boring.  I don’t really care for it.”

There is a long beat of silence as the ferris wheels moves to it’s highest point, and you gasp slightly when your eyes scan the horizon in front of you.  It’s beautiful.  Lights twinkling, and trees reaching up into the sky.  You can see the humans moving around like little ants - all involved in their own little stories.  

“The view is beautiful,” You whisper, pressing your face against the cage of the window to try and breathe in the crisp air, “I knew it would be worth it.” When you turn to Yoongi to assess his reaction, your surprised to see he’s not looking at the view, but at you. 

His eyes are dark and intense, and for a moment you wonder if he might kiss you.  It’s a stupid thought, of course, but his gaze flickers to your lips and in a moment of weakness you hope for something you know you can never have. 

“Yeah.  Beautiful.” 

The words are quiet and you feel his warm breath on your cheeks. 

It feels like this moment is suspended between the two of you.  Like any sudden movement might crack this spell you’re under.  Your heart is thundering in your chest, and you feel like you might pass out. 

After what feels like an eternity, the ferris wheel starts to move again, and Yoongi’s eyes whip away from your own.  You feel like you can breath again as you turn your face towards the window, wondering what in the hell just happened. 

The rest of the evening is spent laughing and eating, but you never quite calm down the frantic movement of your heart.  Because somewhere, in the pit of your stomach, a seed of hope has started to grow.

And perhaps that’s the moment everything becomes dangerous.

//

JANUARY

The weeks of Christmas break are spent missing Yoongi.

He texts you on Christmas morning to wish you happy holidays, and you spend the whole day warm from his greetings.

You wonder if something’s shifted in him - if maybe he’s starting to see you the way you so desperately want him to see you - so when you get back from the holidays and he introduces you to his new girlfriend, it stings like a bitch.

Her name is Yeri, and she’s absolutely stunning (though a little dense, if he asks you.  Which he doesn’t) but she’s nice and you have to force yourself to be polite to her despite the fact your heart feels like it’s cracked right down the middle.

It’s on a Saturday night when the two of you have consumed an entire Golden Dragon takeout and two bottles of wine, that the question slips out of you without your consent.

“You don’t actually like Yeri, do you?” Yoongi cocks an eyebrow at your question, “Excuse me?” “Well.”  You can feel the comforting buzz of alcohol blanketing your decision making, “She’s not exactly your type.” “And what is my type, pray tell?” “Someone with an IQ above that of a peanut.” The comment is harsh and you feel guilty (it isn’t Yeri’s fault that you like a man who will never like you back) but Yoongi scoffs a laugh regardless.

“She’s a bit of fun I suppose.” “I mean isn’t that kind of shitty?  What if she really likes you?  She’s your girlfriend.” He shrugs, “She’s not really my girlfriend.” “That’s what you introduced her as.” “Because it’s easier than introducing her as the girl I occasionally sleep with,” He shakes his head, “Why do you care, anyway?” “I don’t.”  You feel the ugly crawl of defense up the length of your spine, “I’m just curious.  We’ve been living together for a while now and you don’t date.  And then you come back from Christmas break, and you have a girlfriend.  I was interested, forgive me.”

Yoongi’s dark eyes glitter with something you can’t quite place, “I told you.  I’m too busy to date.” You feel like there might be a double edged sword to his words.  Like he’s trying to tell you something about the way you might wish things were between you.

“Yeah.  I know.” “Do you know what they call me at uni?” Peaches has jumped onto his lap and he plays with the fur on her head, “The Vortex.” You pretend not to have heard of the nickname.  But of course, you have.

Try as he might to fade into the background, Yoongi and his friends are well known around Bangtan.  And Yoongi is known for his apparently cold demeanor.

“Who cares?  Half the people at this college are fucking stupid.  You’re just complicated.  I like that about you,” You grab a prawn cracker and at the sound of the crunch, Peaches’s right ear sticks up.

“Traitor.”  Yoongi mutters as the kitten makes her way towards you. Then he looks up and smiles, “Thanks for that Y/N.” The comment takes you by surprise.  You feel like your heart might burst.

“It’s alright,” You try to shrug casually, “I’m only telling the truth.” As Peaches crawls onto your outstretched legs, Yoongi clicks his tongue.

“Anyway.  I ended things with Yeri.  Or well, I guess she ended things with me.  Things between her and that Baekhyun guy from her chem class were getting serious, it seems.  So I’m a free agent again.” He lets that whole thing out in one single breath, as if he’s been waiting for the right moment to say it.  You try not to let what he’s just said affect your current facial position.

“Probably for the best.” He smiles again, and you can’t help but think that you want to marry that smile.

“Yeah.  Definitely for the best.”

It is in that moment that you realise, with startling clarity, that you may very well be in love with this boy.

SHIT.

FEBRUARY

Valentine’s day has always been painful for you.

Growing up shy and relatively plain-looking, you were never really celebrated by members of the opposite sex.  And instead, were forced by Jisoo to attend parties, despite the fact you’d never received even a single Valentine’s card in your entire life.

You decide to spend the day curled up in bed (thank God it’s a Saturday) eating away at a stupidly expensive box of truffles you’d bought yourself on a (self-piteous) whim.

Peaches has decided to set up camp on the fluffy white pillow next to your head, and you’re not sure where her body ends and the material of the pillow begins.

You’re halfway through Pretty Woman when there’s a knock at your bedroom door.

“Come in,” You croak, expecting Jisoo (who’d promised that morning to come and visit you on your least favourite day of the year) and instead watching as the door opens to reveal a disheveled Yoongi.

He stands before you, warm and smiling, and you feel your heart throb uncomfortable in your chest.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” There’s a laugh in his voice, and you’d hate him for it if he didn’t look so good smiling.

 “I hate Valentine’s day,” You deadpan, not even caring that you probably look a mess, “As you can tell.  I guess I’m feeling sorry for myself.”

“This is pathetic.” He tells you and you huff angrily.

“I know.” He moves towards you and sits on the edge of your bed.  Peaches lifts her head and perks up at the sight of Yoongi.  

“She prefers you to me.” You grumble, “Even animals don’t like me.”

Yoongi chuckles, “Stop it.  What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m feeling self-deprecating.  Get out whilst you can Yoongi, you won’t enjoy my company today.”

He cocks his head to the side, “Why do you hate Valentine’s day so much?  It’s not that bad.” You’re surprised.  

Considering the apathy Yoongi seems to constantly cloak himself in when it comes to romance, you would assume he hates Valentine’s day almost as much as you do.

“Are you serious?” He raises a brow, “What?” “It’s not that bad?” You groan loudly, “It’s disgusting.  Happy couples parading their love around for all of us single people to feel terrible about ourselves?  And don’t forget the bigger the bouquet the more your boyfriend loves you, apparently.  Bleh.  Consumerism at its finest.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve never celebrated the holiday?” He’s got you there.  Yoongi smiles, seemingly pleased with your reaction.

“You only hate it because you’re single then,” He laughs, “Doesn’t count.”

You want to be angry at him, but the truth is he’s probably right.  You don’t think on his words too long.

“Leave me alone,” You grumble, pulling your duvet cover over your head.

“Hey c’mon.” You can still hear the laugh in his voice, “Would it help if I showed you one of my songs?”

A beat of silence.  You shoot up from underneath the covers, watching Yoongi carefully.

The two of you have lived together for nearly six months now, and though he’s always working on something new, he’s never actually offered to show you anything before.  Despite yourself (and the fact that you’re very aware that this is in no way a gesture of romance, no matter how badly you wish it was) you nod vigorously.

“Yes!  I would love to hear one of your songs.” Yoongi’s eyes move into crescent moons as he smiles wider, and you wonder how your heart can take all of this abuse. 

“Come on then,” He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you out of bed, “This way.”

You follow Yoongi into his bedroom, heart thudding in your ears as he sits you down at his desk. 

“Here,” He grabs the huge, bulky headphones that you always make fun of him for wearing, and places them on your head, “Listen to this.” 

In a moment, your transported to a beach somewhere in the south of Spain, as Yoongi’s music feels your ears and warms your heart.  There is something almost magical to the way the beats develop into a melody that seems to niggle all the way down to the pit of your stomach.

You’re aware you’re probably over-reacting, but you don’t care. 

Min Yoongi is letting you listen to something he’s created, and that warms your heart beyond compare.  When the song is over, and you take the headphones off, you turn to face him and Yoongi is smiling softly at you.

“So,” He says after a moment, “What did you think?” “That was amazing.  Truly.  Shit, Yoongi, no wonder you spend all your time working on music.  You’re fucking talented.” You’ve never seen him blush before, so when the crimson red appears on his cheeks, your blindsided.  It’s moments like these that cause you to fall even harder for the boy in front of you; the boy you’re so very aware you can probably never have. 

“Does that mean you’re not as grumpy, anymore?” His voice has a teasing edge to it, and despite yourself, you laugh. 

“I mean, what kind of psychopath enjoys being single on Valentine’s day?  Can you blame me?” 

Yoongi’s eyes are warm as he shakes his head, “It’s a stupid holiday.  People who celebrate it are dumb, sure.  But I guess…” 

You quirk your head to the side, “What?”

He bites his lip and tugs a hand through his freshly dyed hair.  It’s jet black, your favourite colour on him. 

“I guess it’s kind of nice that there’s a day where we celebrate love,” He shrugs, “I don’t know.”

Something in your chest tightens.  

“Yeah.” You nod after a beat, “I guess you’re right.” 

There is something deep and intense in Yoongi’s eyes, and you wish with all your might that you could just reach inside and pull all of his feelings out.  That he wouldn’t hold his cards so close to his chest, all the freaking time. 

“Besides,” He adds after a moment, “It’s my mom’s favourite holiday.  So I’ve got a soft spot for it.”  

Your heart trips over at the sincerity in his voice.  Yoongi rarely ever talks about his mother, but you know how much he loves her.  You smile.

“That’s sweet.” 

Once again, the breath is knocked out of your chest, as you realise the gravity of your feelings for this man. 

And things are only about to get a lot more complicated.

//

MARCH

The week before your birthday, Jisoo announces that the two of you are going clubbing.

You tell her you don’t want to go, of course, but she doesn’t take no for an answer.  Instead, she forces you to agree, and asks for Yoongi and all of his friend's numbers, so she can organise a VIP table. 

“It’s your twenty-first,” She tells you solemnly, “We’re going clubbing.”

You can’t really tell her no, and despite the knowledge that you don’t enjoy drinking or clubbing, she insists, and there’s not much you can do to stop it.  Yoongi and all of his friends have agreed on coming, and on the evening of the ‘special night’ you find yourself letting Jisoo squeeze you into one of her ridiculously short dresses. 

“You look hot.  Maybe you’ll get some action tonight,” She tells you when the two of you slide into the back of the cab. 

You don’t reply, rolling your eyes. 

The truth is, despite how uncomfortable you may feel, you want Yoongi to find you attractive in this dress.  Perhaps that’s the whole reason you agreed to wear it in the first place, and maybe you should be embarrassed of that.

You try not to think about it too much, as you arrive at the club, fully expecting to be the first ones there, and instead being greeted by seven men in chinos and loafers.  

“Y/N!” Taehyung already seems to be drunk as he pulls you towards you VIP table and offers you a beer, “Happy birthday!” 

“Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to you…” Hoseok hiccups his way through the first verse of the birthday song, and then waves his hand as if to push it away, “Forget it.  Happy fucking birthday Y/N!!” 

Jimin smirks, as he passes you a shot of soju and you wordlessly knock it back, “Impressive.”  

As always, your heart flutters when you make eye contact with Yoongi.  His face is an impassive mask, and you wish for once, he would just tell you what he thought.

You bite your bottom lip, “Hi.” “Hey,” He smiles gently, “Happy birthday.”  After a moment he nods, “Nice dress.” “Oh,” You flush despite yourself, “Uh… Thanks.  It’s Jisoo’s actually.  She made me wear it.” 

I wore it for you, you add silently, though you don’t have the courage to say it out loud. 

Yoongi chuckles, “It’s nice.”

“Nice is not the word I would use to describe that dress,” Taehyung slings an arm around Yoongi’s shoulder and winks at you, “Y/N looks hot and spicey.”

Your cheeks are flaming by now, and you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole.  

“Shut up, Taehyung,” Yoongi groans, and you giggle at the exasperated look he gives his friend. 

Taehyung grumbles something about Yoongi needing to lighten up, and skids off to find another drink. 

“Sorry about him,” Yoongi says, shaking his head, “He’s drunk.”

“It’s alright.  He was trying to be nice.”  You pull on the hem of your dress and pat your over-styled hair down carefully, “I took it as a compliment.”

“I mean he’s right, I guess.  There’s just a way to say things.”

You feel something fizzle in your blood. 

Did Yoongi…. Just call you hot?  (By association, sure, but you don’t care.)

“I have something for you.  A birthday gift.”  He passes you a small box, “It’s not a big deal but uh… I saw it and thought of you.”

You stare at the wrapped present in your hands, incredibly touched by the gesture. 

“Can I open it now?” He nods, and you remove the wrapping carefully, revealing a small cardboard box.  When you open the box, your heart tightens in your chest, at the small locket placed right in the centre.  

“It’s got a picture of Peaches in it.”  You look up at Yoongi’s words and he shrugs, “If you don’t like it-” You feel like you might start crying, but you shake your head and swallow back the tears, “Don’t be stupid.  I love it.”  

He helps you put it on, and when your fingers touch, you feel something magnetic spark through you.  You try to ignore it. 

“Thank you Yoongi.”  You tell him smiling sincerely, “It’s perfect.” 

He reaches out and tucks some of your hair behind your ear, and for a moment, you feel like you might faint.  Smiling gently, he runs a hand across your jawline faintly as his hand moves away from your hair.

“Anything for you.”

And it’s really that moment, that you have to admit to yourself the truth:

Min Yoongi has become a part of your life that you’re not willing to let go. 

And you hope to God that things will work out.

//

APRIL

“You want me to do what?” You stare at him, uncomprehending.

“Just come with me to this stupid frat party, so all my friends will leave me alone.”  He frowns heavily at you when you seem confused by his sudden request.

Min Yoongi has just asked you to attend a party with him.

A party.

“Yoongi this is stupid.  Why don’t you ask one of the girls at university-”

“Because they’re annoying.” When you quirk a dubious brow he groans, “Please Y/N.  Seriously.”

Peaches is perched very delicately on the edge of the couch, and as you shift slightly she raises her head, ears twitching.

“And what?  You want me to pretend to be your… you girlfriend?” You sputter, completely shell-shocked.  Min fucking Yoongi is asking you to be his date.  Granted, you are aware it isn’t an actual date.  Still.

“No.  I mean… I guess?  I don’t know.  We can just say we’re having fun.” “Your friends know me, Yoongi.  They’ve met me like multiple times before…”

“So what?  They like you,” He shrugs and sits next to you on the couch, “Besides doesn’t that make this whole thing easier?  C’mon.  I’m so fucking tired of Namjoon trying to set me up with his fucking cousin from Busan-”

“Alright, fine.”  The thought of Yoongi going on a date with someone who isn’t you, sends a sharp tug across your chest.

Yoongi looks at you, surprised that you’d agreed so quickly.  But he recovers after a moment and smiles widely.

“You’re a fucking angel,” He answers, and you feel your heart burst to the brim with affection for the man sat beside you, “Thanks Y/N.”

“Just make sure I don’t regret this.”

But the threat holds no conviction. 

And you know nothing in the world could make you regret a date with Min Yoongi; fake or not.

--

The party is filled to the brim with drunk college kids. 

You aren’t sure what else you’d been expecting, really.  Yoongi slips his hand in yours as you pass the front hallway of the fraternity house you’re navigating.

When you throw him a questioning look he tells you it’s,  “all a part of the illusion.”

You try to remember that Yoongi isn’t holding your hand because he wants to - not really anyway - but that does nothing to calm your stuttering heart.  You hope against all hope that he won’t notice the ugly red blush staining your cheeks.

If he does, he is decent enough not to say anything about it.

When you reach the front room, Yoongi spots his friends huddled on a couch at the back of the room. 

“Here  goes nothing,” He tosses you a gentle smile and you smile back, feeling your heart squeeze unceremoniously in your chest.

Jesus.  You have it bad.

Yoongi leads you to the small group of attractive boys.

“Yoongi, Y/N!” Namjoon greets you as you reach them, and his eyes dip down to your interlocked fingers, “Oh my God.”  You notice the way his eyes are slightly hazy, and wonder how much alcohol he’s had to drink, “You guys finally did it huh?  Thank fuck.  Jin you owe me twenty bucks!” Yoongi raises a dark brow at his friends comment and Namjoon gestures between the two of you.

“We were betting on how long it would take Yoongi to get his head out of his fucking ass and finally ask you out.”  Namjoon smirks, “The boy’s been crazy about you since you guys moved in together.”

You feel your pulse race.

You know this is all an act - Yoongi just wants to get his friends off his back - but is Namjoon telling the truth? He can’t be, right?  

“Joon.  Shut the fuck up.” You turn quickly to look at Yoongi, but where you’ve been expecting him to be angry at his friend’s teasing, he just seems amused. 

Jin cuts his way towards you and gasps loudly.  

“Yes!  Oh God I’m so happy for the two of you.”

“Calm down Jin, Jesus,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “We’re just having fun at the moment.  Stop scandalising everything.” “I can’t help it.  We’ve been waiting with baited breath for this moment.” Jungkook, interrupts Jin, “You’re going to freak Y/N out, dude.” “Don’t be absurd.  She’s fine,” He turns to you and quirks a brow, “You’re fine, right?” You clear your throat and swallow thickly, “Just peachy.” 

Jungkook throws you a sympathetic smile, before Taehyung steps through.  He’s holding a pack of cards and he smiles deviously.

“Who’s up for a little game of ring of fire?”

Everybody whistles their agreement, and you turn to Yoongi.

This is a bad idea, of course.  You hardly drink, and when you do it’s only ever beer or alcopops.  Ring of fire is infamous for its ability to absolutely wreck even the heaviest of drinkers. 

And yet….

You want to spend time with Yoongi.  

“The guys are tough with this game,” He tells you seriously, dark eyes questioning but not unkind, “Are you sure you want to do this?” You nod decisively.

“I’ll be fine.”

The last words of a fool.

You were certainly not fine.

An hour and a half later, and Hoseok and Jimin - the heaviest drinkers amongst Yoongi’s friends - have somehow convinced you that mixing vodka, rum and whiskey into the same drink, and then downing that drink will be absolutely fine because of course you picked the final King; which means you have to drink what’s in the King’s glass.

“C’mon you can do it,” Jimin has drunk maybe three times what you have, but he barely slurs as he passes you the plastic cup.

You smell the contents and feel your stomach curl.  This is a bad fucking idea and you know it.

“You don’t have to drink-”

Hoseok interrupts Yoongi, his dark eyes far too serious for a drinking game.

“Yes she does.  It’s the rules.”

Taehyung giggles, “I love it when Hobi gets bossy.”

You glare at Yoongi’s friends - your friends too, you suppose - and with a final, desperate look at Yoongi, bring the drink to your lips and as quickly as you can chug down the entire thing.

It tastes disgusting, and for a moment you’re worried you might vomit. 

“Shit.  She looks green,” That’s Namjoon, “Yoongi take her outside.” Your eyes are squeezed shut, but you feel a familiar warm hand resting on your shoulder and suddenly you’re being hoisted up.

“C’mere,” You feel Yoongi’s breath on your neck, and he pulls you towards him, “Lean on me Y/N.”

“You smell good,” You tell him after a moment, eyes blinking open sluggishly. 

He looks down at you and even though there’s three of him, you’re still taken aback by how positively beautiful he is.

“I’d love to say the same about you, but you did just chug the King’s glass.”

And that’s what really does it.  You’re lucky you’re outside, but just one mention of the concoction you’d been forced to drink, and suddenly everything that was once inside your stomach decides it’s time to vacate the premises immediately.

And that’s how you find yourself vomiting on the sidewalk, with a very concerned Yoongi pulling back your hair, and rubbing your back.

“Hey,” He soothes gently, “You’re okay.  Seriously.” Your body is racking unattractively, and just when you think things can’t get any worse, you start crying.

“I’ve ruined it,” You sob, legs wobbling from the force of the alcohol.

Yoongi clears his throat and helps you stand up straight, concerned eyes searching your face. 

“What?  Y/N it’s fine, you puked on the sidewalk.  Nobody cares.” You stare at him, and wipe at your mouth, completely disgusted with yourself.

“Not that.  This.”  You gesture between the two of you, your hand shaking from everything that’s just transpired, “Me and you.  Fuck, Yoongi I like you so much and I just puked everywhere.”

You’re drunk.  You’re so, so drunk.  And you’re slurring, and you feel like you might pass out at any second, but you can’t help yourself.

It all comes tumbling out.

His face is serious as he tucks his arm around your waist and pulls you towards him, “Let’s talk about this in the morning when you’re not puking the contents of your stomach out.  C’mon.  Let me take you home.”

And he does. 

He takes you home, and he feeds you water and he tucks you into bed and waits with you until you fall asleep.

God you love this man.

//

MAY

You and Yoongi never speak about that night again.  Things don’t change; in fact, they stay exactly the same. 

You worry of course, constantly, about what he really thinks. 

But you’d been expecting this, and in all honesty, things could have gotten a lot worse.  Yoongi never brings up what you said that night, and the morning after he told you there was nothing to worry about.

You know you told him about your feelings for him.  You remember, through the drunken haze, admitting that you liked him.  

So why had he avoided speaking about it? The only logical conclusion you could come up with, was that he didn’t feel the same way, and he didn’t want to embarrass you.

And so, you played along.  You pretended not to hear your heart cracking that morning when he brushed everything over with a wave of his hand, and everything had gone back to relative normativity. 

Except it hadn’t.

Not really, anyway.  

You are still pining after your roommate, except now it isn’t a secret. 

You try not to think about it too often; not to let it get in the way of your friendship with Yoongi, but there are times you can barely look him in the eye.  You convince yourself things will get better.

But today something changes.

Because when you get home after class that evening, there is a girl sat in your living room.

She is absolutely beautiful.

“Hi,” You’re stunned, to say the least, “What are you doing here?” 

The words escape your mouth before you really have the chance to process them.  You know the answer before you even ask the question, of course. 

“I’m Yoongi’s friend.” She smiles widely, “My names Jennie.” 

You recognise her.  Jennie Kim, from your economics class. 

She’s smart too, as far as you can remember, and for some reason that makes this whole thing worse.  You take a deep breath and bite back the tears building at the back of your throat. 

You thought after Yeri, you’d be able to deal with things like this. 

But not now.  Not after you’ve told Yoongi how you feel.

The cold sting of his rejection feels fresh once more, and you have to turn away from Jennie quickly, before you start crying. 

“I’m uh - I’m Y/N, Yoongi’s roommate.” You tell her quietly, willing the tears back down your throat.  You look up after a moment, “Nice to meet you Jennie.” “I know who you are,” She smiles, and for a moment you’re dazzled.  She really is beautiful, “We’re in the same economics class, with Patterson.” 

You nod, but can’t find it in you to reply with words.  You press your backpack tighter against you, trying to hold onto something, and make a beeline for your bedroom.

“Well Jennie, it was nice meeting you.”

You step into your bedroom and she nods.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.” You slam the door shut and muffle a cry.  Your heart feels like it’s been ripped out of your chest, and stomped on. 

Pressing your back against the door, you try to suppress the need to sob.  But nothing works.  There is an ache in your chest, and when you hear Yoongi’s voice, the pain intensifies. 

You know he doesn’t owe you anything.

He doesn’t owe you feelings, or a relationship.  He doesn’t even owe you an explanation.

But shit does it hurt to see him with someone else. 

You grab your phone after a moment, and pull up Jisoo’s number.

To Jisoo: he’s got a new gf...i need to get out of here 

It’s only a few moments before your receive a reply.

From Jisoo: i’ll be there in 10 

--

“So spill.”

You’re sitting opposite Jisoo, at a late night diner, sharing a stack of slightly burnt pancakes.  Her eyes narrow at the way tears have marked your skin. 

“What do you mean?” 

It isn’t fair of course.  Though you love Jisoo, and you trust her with your life, you’ve never really told anyone about your feelings for Yoongi.  You suppose saying them out loud might have made things harder to deal with.

She tuts. 

“You like him then?” 

You nod, “Yeah.” She shakes her head, and tugs a hand through her hair.  Jisoo is nothing, if not blunt.

You prepare yourself for her worst. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

The comment takes you by surprise  You were expecting her to tell you how stupid you were.  How Min Yoongi was totally off limits to everyone at your university.  He was the Vortex, for christs’s sake!  Instead she sighed sympathetically. 

“What?” 

She shrugs, “That sucks.  You know, after your birthday party, I was sure he liked you too.” 

You cock your head to the side, confused.

“What do you mean?” “Don’t tell me you didn’t see the way he was looking at you all night,” She takes a bite of the stack of pancakes, “I mean… to me it kind of seemed obvious that he was into you.” “I told him how I felt.” “You did?” 

“Yeah.” You nod carefully, slowly, wincing as you remember the heartbreak from last month, “I got super drunk at a party and just… I don’t know.  I guess I couldn’t really keep it a secret from him anymore.  I told him and he never brought it up.  And now,” You clear your throat, “Now he’s got a new girlfriend.”

Jisoo’s eyes widen, “Who?” 

“Jennie Kim.  You know that really pretty girl from my economics class.”

“Jennie Kim…” Jisoo’s eyebrows furrow for a moment, “Are you sure she said she was dating him?”

“She said she was Yoongi’s friend…”

Jisoo laughs, “Oh my god Y/N.  You’re an idiot.”

“Excuse me?” “Last I heard Jennie Kim was not into boys.” 

You feel your eyes bug out of your face and for a moment you’re stunned into silence, “What?  Are you kidding me?” “She introduced herself as Yoongi’s friend and you just assumed they were dating?” “She’s beautiful… I don’t know,” You buried your face in your hands, “I’m the dumbest girl alive, aren’t I?” After a moment, Jisoo moves your fingers away from your face, eyes sympathetic and kind.  She smiles you, and despite yourself you smile back.

“You need to talk to him.”

“Just because Jennie isn’t his girlfriend doesn’t mean he likes me,” You tell her sadly, feeling your stomach drop at your own words, “It still doesn’t change the fact that I told him I liked him and we never spoke about it.”

“You confessed when you were drunk… Maybe he was waiting for you to bring it up.”  Jisoo raises a brow, “You need to speak to him Y/N.  About everything.  Sober.”

In your heart of hearts you know she’s right.  

And that’s the scariest part.

JUNE

You take a long time to process everything Jisoo told you that evening/

It takes almost a month for you to build up the courage to tell Yoongi how you feel.  But you know she’s right.  As scary and overwhelming as everything seems right now, this is the last straw.  You need to tell him.  You need to get it all off your chest, and whatever the consequences may be, you will work through them.

“We need to talk.” 

Yoongi is sat in the living room, flicking through the TV channels boredly, when you make an entrance, swallowing back the nerves that threaten to overwhelm you.  He sits up quickly, switching off the TV and turning to look at you.

“We do?” “Yeah.”  

Peaches is curled up on his lap, and you sit down on the sofa, a safe distance away from him.  His eyes roam your face quickly, trying to figure out what’s happening, but you try to remain impassive for the time being. 

“Alright then,” He cocks his head to the side, “Go on.”

You take a deep breath.  Maybe the deepest breath you’ve ever taken in your whole Goddamn life, and click your tongue.  

“I meant what I said that night.” 

Yoongi quirks a brow, confused, “What night?”

“The night I got really drunk at that frat party.  When I told you I liked you… I meant it.  Every word.”  You’re not looking at him, too afraid to see his reaction.  Instead your gaze stays locked onto Peaches ears, eyes grazing her soft fur carefully, “I like you so much Yoongi.  And I know it’s probably stupid, because you’ve made it abundantly clear to me, on more than one occasion that music is the most important thing to you, and that you don’t care about dating.  But I had to tell you.  You don’t have to say anything back to me.  I don’t expect anything… How could I?  But I just - I wanted to tell you.  The truth.  Sober.  I like you.” 

There is a long pause.  Nobody says anything, and you’re scared to even breathe. 

“You like me?” 

Finally your eyes move towards him, and you find yourself lost in the chocolate brown of his warmth, feeling yourself melt into everything that represents Yoongi.  You nod resolutely, trying to read his expression, but all you can see is surprise.

“I’m sorry if that makes things awkward,” You tell him sincerely, meaning every word from the bottom of your heart, “I just… I wanted everything to be out there in the open.  Full transparency.”

“It doesn’t make things awkward,” He answers after a moment, and you notice his eyes have softened to the warmest shade of brown, “Not at all, actually.” You bite your bottom lip, “It doesn’t?”

“Shit…” He shakes his head and laughs a little, “I feel like such an idiot now.”

“What… Why?” 

“Because I like you too.”  One side of his mouth quirks up and he clicks his tongue, “So much.” Your brain feels like it just shortwired.  You stare at him, uncomprehending.

“Wait… What?  You like me?”

“Of course I like you, you idiot.  I’ve liked you for months now.  Couldn’t you tell?” You laugh, feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning, “Are you kidding me?  Yoongi you’re like a freaking rubix cube! I thought I didn’t have a chance.”   He shakes his head, and moves Peaches off his lap, scooting towards you, “Well you were dumb then.  And so was I.  I like you a lot.  A lot.”

You frown, “So why didn’t you ever bring that night up?  I thought you were sparing me the embarrassment of telling me you didn’t feel the same way...” He scoffs and shakes his head, “I didn’t bring that night up because I’m an idiot.  I thought you’d said it in the heat of the moment, that you didn’t mean it because you were drunk... And I was too scared to bring it up in case you took it back.  I’m sorry. Y/N.  Can you forgive me?”

You feel like everything is brighter all of a sudden, all of the colours make sense to you, and Yoongi is the only face you need to see for the rest of your life.

“Of course I forgive you Yoongi.  Can you forgive me-”

 “There’s nothing to forgive.  You’re perfect, Y/N.” He interrupts, shifting towards you and pressing a hand against your cheek, “Now...can I kiss you, because fuck I’ve been dying to do it for months.” You feel like the air has just been sucked out of the room and both your lungs, but you nod anyway, and let him move towards you, pressing a hot kiss against your lips.

Everything melts away, as Yoongi threads his hands through your hair, pulling you closer, until your toppling over into his lap.  He doesn’t seem to care, as he moves his mouth towards you clavicle, pressing open-mouthed kisses on the skin there.

Suddenly everything is hot, too hot, and you hear yourself moan embarrassingly loudly.  Yoongi smirks against your throat, and then sucks on the dip of skin just because your collarbone.

“Yoongi,” You pant and he pulls away for a moment, eyes dark and swirling, “Shit.  I’m going to lose my mind.” “C’mere.” 

He presses his mouth to yours again, and nothing else matters but him for the time being.  Yoongi - your Yoongi - finally. 

The world makes sense. 

 Soon he’s taking off his shirt, and you do the same, trying not to blush when his hungry eyes rake your figure.  He licks his lips and murmurs to you how beautiful you look, how long he’s wanted to do this… How hard you make him.

That last one sense a warm fizz through your veins. 

When he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, and uses his free hand to push past the barrier of your panties, you feel like you’ve been transported to another world, and suddenly all you can breath… all you can feel is him. 

“Yoongi,” You mewl, as he coaxes you towards ecstasy. 

He smirks, “Yes baby?” The endearment sends an almost painful ache through your heart.  Through your lust, you’re able to roll your eyes at his arrogance.  But secretly (or not so secretly) you love it.

“C’mon sweetheart, let me hear you.”

You moan as your high approaches you, and when you tip over that edge, Yoongi is there with you, holding onto you tightly and telling you how absolutely perfect you look when you cum.  You feel your body flush, but when you open your eyes he’s smiling down at you, and you trace your fingers across the crinkles by the side of his eyes.

“I love you,” You whisper, even if it’s too early… Even if it might scare him away.

Because in your post-orgasm haze, it’s the only thing that makes sense to say.

His smile freezes, and for a moment you worry you’ve scared him off, but he lowers his head and presses a gentle kiss to your clavicle. 

Nobody has ever revered you like this before, and it sends a rush of affection through you.

“I love you too.” 

The words are whispered into your skin, and you hope they’ll seep into every pore of your being. 

Later on that evening you make love on the living room floor, and Yoongi makes you feel loved, loved, loved like nobody has ever done to you before. 

You tell him how much he means to you, and every single kiss he places on your naked body is a vow; a promise of things to come. 

And on that very first night, as you finally retreat to the sanctity of Yoongi’s bedroom for some much needed rest, he tucks your hair behind your ears, and with sincerity in his eyes tells you something that warms your heart to the very tips of your toes.

“Every single song I’ve written since I met you…” He smiles gently and presses a kiss to your nose, “They’re all about you.”

And everything slots into place. 

Yoongi’s music is his, but now it is yours too.  Because he is yours. 

Life is good.

//

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

Sabriel + "you snuck a cat into your dorm room and I won’t tell anyone if you let me come over to pet it when I’m stressed out"

For the Love of the Feline Fur

There’s a knock, and Sam looks at the door with great concern. It’s past dinner, and he definitely isn’t expecting anyone. He doesn’t have a roommate - perks of having the scrawniest room on the campus, Dean says - and his friends are all supposed to have gone out tonight; some farewell party thrown by a graduating senior, that is, exactly the kind of university-wide affair Sam doesn’t want to spend his evenings at. Sure, the Lucifer guy did invite him, but he’d had to excuse himself. It couldn’t be Kevin, either - he’s pretty sure he wasn’t back from Oregon yet. A fleeting thought claimed it might even be Dean - but the probability was a quarter in a million. Ever since Dean landed the job at the salvage yard, he’s hardly gotten out of Kansas - or so, he says. Sam can totally tell it’s got way more to do with the blue-eyed prudish dude Dean didn’t want to explain from his laptop’s screensaver. 

The thought that follows, is edged with the lingering fear of an inspection. In all his months here, it’s never happened, but every freshman has a fair bit of uneasiness, associated with the surprise checking of their rooms, as instilled by their seniors, like it’s a tradition. And obviously Sam’s inclined to be more terrified of such a possibility than others, now that he’s basically living on the other side of the law. 

In his own head, the situation worsens, his hope dwindling - fuck, what if word had gotten out, and that was the warden? What will he even -

Whoever it is, knocks again.

Sam grits his teeth, breathing tentatively, and decides he can’t waste any more time - especially if it’s the campus committee or whoever does these so-called checks. He pushes Amelia’s box further under his bed, and prays that she doesn’t wake up - as he goes to open the door with his most innocent look plastered on his face. 

Contrary to all he’s imagined, and all the various turnouts he’s considered - it’s just a guy from somewhere on his floor, that he’s seen around a couple of times in the manner that everyone at a college has seen everyone, but never had a conversation with. He’s short, so he’s looking up at Sam, and has a serious crease in his forehead. Sam can’t tell if it’s sincere, though. He waits for Sam to finish giving him a once-over, as he peeps through a slightly ajar door, before he asks. “Can I come in?”

“Hey.” Sam blinks. “What do you need?”

The guy raises his eyebrows, really noticeably high, till they’ve started to disappear in his blond hair, just as his make-believe frown. He looks at Sam pointedly, as if Sam is supposed to infer something from that bit. 

“Uh.” Sam mutters, confused. “What does that mean?”

“It’s the universal gesture for ‘I know’, Samsquatch.” He frowns, and Sam is taken aback by a lot of things at once. The way he managed to get his eyebrows that far up - and how they’re curving as they come down, to frame his grinning eyes. The fact that he somehow knows his name - or at least enough of it to give him a nickname. And what he said. About knowing.

When in doubt, play dumb. “Okay. Uh. Well, what does that mean?” He crossed his arms across his chest. “What do you know?”

The guy rolls his eyes. “You don't need to keep that act up, okay? Lemme in, and we can talk.” He lowers his voice, because Sam’s giving him a properly weird look. “I’m looking out for you, dumbass. I don't think you want me telling what I know out here in the hallway either.”

Now that makes sense to Sam, so he lets him inside, parallely worried that this stranger might actually know. He does all he can to not pull him in, except he can’t exactly come off as frantic. “Fine. Come in.”

He walks in, with his hands shoved in his wide hoodie pockets, and a Marvel jacket tied around his waist - looking around Sam’s tiny room as he does. It’s almost like he’s looking for something.

Sam never learned to do any better, so he keeps doing his ‘I-have-no-idea-what-you’re-talking-about’ bit. He gestures at the guy to sit, and he immediately chooses the red beanbag which Dean bought Sam as a joke when he started college, but which is also the only place available for guests in his room - and settles down, cross-legged on his ankles. Sam sits on the bed, because they’ve run out of sitting-spaces already. He holds back a sigh, as he feels the warm basket against his heel, as his legs hang off the edge. “Now, what?”

The guy goes for the frown again, and is apparently about to say something before he stops, and goes for an introduction instead. “I’m Gabriel, by the way. I live diagonally across the hall from you.” He grins. “There’s a Freddie Mercury cutout on the door?”

“Cool.” Sam swallows. Yeah, he knows that room. Always thought it was pretty cool, but then he has a very traditional ‘do not enter’ sign on his that he wouldn’t want to part with.

“And please stop looking at me like that.” He requests, going on. “I don't bite people, on first meetings. Unless they’re asking for it. And just to put your heart at peace, I’ve heard that you have a cat.”

“Heard?” Sam revolts. “Who else knows? How many people -”

“Figure of speech. Sorry.” Gabriel apologizes, cutting him off. “I didn’t hear it. And trust thy neighbor, nobody knows.”

“Then, how do you -”

“I was awake when you were smuggling it in.” He shrugs. “It’s regular for me to awake at 3 in the morning, of course -” He pauses, and shoots a sympathetic look at Sam. “But you didn’t know that, did you?”

“Why would I -” Sam started, and stopped himself mid-sentence, getting riled up. “Obviously I didn’t know! I would’ve used the other hallway!” He shrieked. Hell, he’d worked so hard to get her in. He’d bought her just before the store closed, running all the way there from his Economics class ending at 5 - and then left her with Garth, the friendly pharmaceuticals guy he’d convinced the day before, till he could come back to retrieve it. He’d even gone out twice before nightfall to make sure she got used to seeing him, and didn’t make much noise when he finally brought her into the building, disguising her box as a really fluffy pillow. To keep up the act, he’d even bought the only cushions available at Garth’s store - old, pink ones with the AIDS ribbon on them. 

“I have a cousin who’s been bred the same way as me, and he lives on the other side of you.” Gabriel tells him, cutting into his reverie, and Sam can hardly tell if it’s supposed to be a joke. “It’s really rather me than him, though.” Gabriel deadpanned.

“Why?” Sam frowns, flailing on the inside, but trying to keep it together. “You both would just rat me off to the warden.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong, kiddo.” Sam scrunches his nose at that bit, but Gabriel doesn’t seem to care. “Balthazar? He, uh, has a bit of a crush on you. My bet is, he would’ve used that information to blackmail you into going out with him - and his dream chick-flick would end with the both of you co-parenting your cat, and his dog. Who I totally didn’t just tell you about.” Sam’s eyes widen. What does he even say to that? “But me? I’m a simple man, seeking simple pleasures.”

Sam gathers the courage to ask. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m obviously going to let you retain full custody of your cat.” Gabriel declares, solemnly. Three fourths of the time, Sam can’t tell if it’s a joke. “And I’m obviously not going to tell that bitch of a warden.”

Sam relaxes a little. “Thank you.” He says, smally.

“But I do have a small condition.” Gabriel now breaks into a gummy smile with zero warning, and it’s almost blindingly adorable, and Sam is almost unprepared. “I won’t tell anyone - and I mean, anyone - if you let me come over and pet it when I’m feeling stressed.

Sam looks at him in bewilderment. “What?”

“What?” Gabriel argues, folding his arms on his chest stubbornly. The smile is gone. “I explained it fairly well, so you know what I mean.” A little softer, he added. “Are you in?”

It may be a weird choice, but it’s not really a tough choice to make. “I - yeah. You know what? I am.”

“Wow.” Gabriel leans back, and visibly relaxes himself. “I didn’t have to beg.” He laughs, and suddenly it’s very clear that all the seriousness was just an exterior. Sam looks at him, captivated. 

Before he can think of what he’s saying, he’s let out a, “You kidding? I’d thought I’d have to at least plead. And give you something that wasn’t petting rights.”

Gabriel easily winks at him and Sam has to fight off the slight urge to blush before it shows up. “What would you have given me?”

“Peace.” Sam shrugs, sidestepping the innuendo. “Done your assignments for a month, or something. Got someone to do it, maybe. Whatever, dude. I would’ve figured something out in exchange for your valuable silence.”

“I now feel bad for accepting the first offer on the table.” Gabriel has a baleful expression, and Sam can’t help his own smile.

“It was your offer.”

“Yeah, fine.” Gabriel scowls. “I’d take an emotional support cat over no homework anyday.” Then he pauses dramatically, with a look befitting a questioning of one’s entire existence. “Wait, would I?”

“Yep, you would.” Sam tells him, not bothering to question his own conviction, but the smile coming to him way more easily now. It could honestly have gone a lot worse. And if this Gabriel guy truly only wanted to get to spend time with a cat, in return for not telling on him - how bad could he even be? Also, he’d only asked for permission for when he’s stressed - and though Sam doesn’t mistrust the abilities of college to stress a student, that probably, hopefully means that Sam’s not going to have to share a lot of his cat either.

“I probably would, yeah.” Gabriel sighs, and he sounds so deeply moved by the realization, and is sporting such a doleful sadness, Sam is laughing again - already warming up to the guy.

***

Somehow, time flies by with them getting to know each other, and it’s almost midnight when Gabriel is preparing to leave, and says one last time. “It’s been a pleasure dealing with you, Sam.” He drops the serious tone almost immediately. “Also, there goes the literal last time I ever call you by your actual, full name.”

“It’s actually Samuel, and shut up and please call me Sam.” Sam jokes, before adding. “And I suppose you’d want to shake on it now?” Referring to their deal. 

“How did I not think of that?” Gabriel looks positively ashamed of himself. “I’m so proud of you, Samphire. Awesome. Now bring her out!” Sam stares at him in confusion, till he imitates the frankly adorable motion of holding a tiny paw, and Sam laughs, nodding.

“Fine.” He reaches under the bed to pull out Amelia’s box, and she’s not very asleep apparently, because she almost immediately opens an eye when Sam picks her up. It’s a groggy look she spares in his direction, before looking at the new person. Some part of Sam wonders if she’d like Gabriel - and most parts of him are sure that she would. But a small part of him says that if she doesn’t, the deal would be off, and Gabriel would just have to make do with no homework instead.

She’s not very large, and Sam had big hands - so it’s an adorable contrast to Gabriel, who instantly holds out his hands for her. 

Sam feels a beat of hesitation in handing her over, he’d not thought he’d be doing it to anyone - not recently, anyways - but Gabriel has such an expectant, excited look on his face that Sam’s unexplainable walls melt off enough for him to hand her over. “Meet Amelia.”

Gabriel instantly cradles her in his arms, muttering in Sam’s general direction. “Come on, you can do better than that when you’re introducing her.”

Sam rolls his eyes, but holds his hands out for her. “Fine, give her back, I’ll try again.”

Gabriel doesn’t make any moves to give her back. “You need to practise first.” While he focuses all his attention on the small cat he’s holding. Crap, she fits so much better in his arms, she manages to look average-sized. When Gabriel spontaneously meows at her, she purrs back, and Gabriel’s eyes go as wide as saucepans. “Oh my god, she’s perfect.” He whispers, completely sincere, before meowing again; but this time she doesn’t oblige him with an answering purr - probably more asleep than Sam had thought - though she noses slightly against his palm and Gabriel audibly gasps. 

Sam finds himself smiling at the two of them. He clears his throat, and repeats, uncaring of how goofy it sounds. “Gabriel? Meet the lady of my life, Amelia Catheart.”

Gabriel turns his eyes up to Sam’s unpainted ceiling. “Jesus, what a nerd I’ve managed to unearth.”

Sam swats at him. “It’s a clever pun, okay?”

“It’s the most cliched pun to ever exist.” Gabriel swats back. “You call that clever? You would’ve just as soon named her J.R.R. Tolkitten.”

“That’s pretty good.” Sam mumbles, under his breath. “But that’s more like a guy’s name. But hey, before the whole twitter discourse, JK Meowling was on my list.”

“Of course, it was.” Gabriel sighs. “You wanna hear cool cat names, Samwise? I’ll give you some.” Amelia doesn’t make a single movement, probably dozing off again, as he lists off his fingers on his other hand. “Catsanova. Meow. Uh, Fuzzinator. Shakespurr.” He looks incredibly proud of himself.

“Why does Shakespeare get to be on your list?” Sam frowns.

“Hey, hey, hey. Old Bill wrote a lot of gay romance, so he gets a wild card entry.” Gabriel informs him, knowledgeably. “Also, the list goes on. There’s so many wonderful names! There’s even customized ones. Cat-vak. Nocat?” He laughed breathlessly. “Wait, what’s your last name?”

“Winchester.”

Gabriel gasps theatrically, pulling at Sam’s sleeve as the idea comes to him. “Pawschester!”

Sam blinks. “Wow.” He squirms. “We could make that her last name, you know. Amelia Pawschester is awesome.”

“Oh, but it’s too late.” Gabriel smirks, annoyingly.

Sam scowls. “It’s not too late, she’s not gotten used to Catheart, I never call her that - I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if she’s named -”

“Nope.” Gabriel teases. “It’s too late, Sammich. You lost your chance at having your cat’s name match her dad’s. And at having a cat with a cool name. What’s done is done.”

Sam flicks at him, frowning. “Shuddup.”

“The time has gone by,” Gabriel laughs, egging him on. “Alas! Even you know, in the depths of your heart, that it is too late. Don't you wish you met me before? Before your cat lost her chance at -”

“Everything about my cat is perfect, you shut your mouth.” Sam jutted his chin out boyishly, crossing his arms tighter on his chest, and Gabriel throws his head back and laughs.

“Okay, now that I can agree with.” Gabriel loses the edge, and shoots Sam the cheesiest smile ever, making him melt into a mirroring grin, before returning to being fascinated out of his depths by the completely asleep cat in his arms.

***

It’s only been a couple of days, that there’s a knock on Sam’s door at eleven in the night - followed by a voice singing his name, which he recognizes almost immediately. He may have been thinking about it. 

But, safety first, and just to be sure, he decides to put Amelia down in her box. “I’ll be there in a minute!” He calls, urgently, getting up from his seriously comfortable spot on the bed. She mewls softly, but doesn’t do much else to object when Sam mumbles an apology and pushes her box under the door, and goes to the door.

Sure enough, it’s Gabriel. He’s wearing a jumper, which is strange because Sam’s only in a v-neck. But then, most things about this man are strange. Gabriel looks up at him with a wide smile. “So?” He draws out the vowel. “Were you, like, doing your homework completely naked, or just cuddling with your super secret cat?”

Sam gives him a look, one which he hopes manages to convey how much of an inconvenience it was to get up for Gabriel’s sake, as he lets him in with an exaggerated shushing gesture - he doesn’t want word to get out that he has a cat to cuddle with, in the first place. 

***

Almost a week later, after Gabriel’s spent around two hours in his room, talking to Sam about what a crappy day he’s had because of his ridiculous group for a Community project; and talking to Amelia about how she’s really, really soft and how he loves her very much - just before he leaves, he turns to Sam with a playful look in his eyes. 

“Guess what I was thinking of in bed last night.” He starts.

“No offense, but I don't think I want to know.” Sam returns, grinning.

“Oh, wait. You mean, like that? Well, I was absolutely all over Sirius Black.” Gabriel threw back, letting out a dreamy sigh which made Sam snort. “But this is different, you perv. I was thinking about us having a password.”

“How do you mean?” Sam frowns. 

“Like, I’ll knock and say the password, and then instead of you having to get up and put her in her box and wrap up your designated quota of anxiety, you just say the word and I could let myself in.” Gabriel suggests.

“You really did watch too much Harry Potter last night, didn’t you?” Sam teases. But he doesn’t hate the idea. Would save him a lot of effort, really. “And, I don't think I mind us doing that. As long as the code’s only known to us.”

“Obviously.” Gabriel nods.

“So, what will it be?” Sam asks, as Gabriel stands up and hands his cat back to him. Amelia purrs a little - he’d specified needing a quieter cat at the shop, and such a wise decision that’d been - and gets comfortable in his arms, as he cradles her. Fuck, he was never going to get used to this feeling of bliss associated with having a pet who loves you. 

“How about ‘Gabriel and Amelia Forever’?” Gabriel laughs.

“How dare you,” Sam scowls, but doesn’t mean it at all. “It should rather be, ‘Sam and Amelia Forever’.”

Gabriel instantly furrows his brows. “Nope. That makes her sound like your girlfriend - I’m sorry but you’ve got a name that totally sounds like some human-Amelia’s type - and I don't think I like that very much.”

What do you even say to that, so once more, Sam nods. He’s absolutely not turning pink. That would make no sense at all.

“You know what? We’ll decide it later.” Gabriel picks up his stupidly neon jacket, goes to leave. “I’ll text you or something. I think I should get back to my room now. Because someone revoked their offer to do all my stuff for a month.”

“It’s still a fair deal.” Sam counters, as Gabriel waves at Amelia in particular. 

“I know.” Gabriel agrees, emphatically. “You let me pet your cat, and rant to you.” His voice grows thoughtful. “Wait, did I ever thank you for all of it, Sammich?”

He’s so serious that Sam doesn’t know how to reply at all. Words cling to the insides of his mouth. But he clears his throat, and mutters, “You know we don't mind it at all, right?” He turns to Amelia, who just blinks, to reinforce his point. He doesn’t want to go into details, not about how he truly does enjoy every bit of this - and doesn’t want to turn sappy randomly, so pretending your cat sought all your attention all at once is easily the best way to deal. 

Gabriel is quiet for a while, probably contemplative, but Sam only looks at him properly after a moment has passed. “Right. Yeah. Thanks.”

“You don't have to say that -”

“Nah, this is for the part about you not minding it.” Gabriel tells him, and though he says it so simply, it’s wonderfully difficult to comprehend. “Just - I should go, okay. Goodnight, Samwise.”

“It just keeps getting worse.” Sam rolls his eyes. Because it was true. It was almost amusing the first few times, and a few of the names were cheesy enough to earn a smile, but it just kept on growing more and more ridiculous. 

“Goodnight, Amelia Catheart.” He adds, ignoring Sam.

“Sure. Her, you call by name! I might not, but she gets the basic right of being called by her own -” Sam begins.

Gabriel cuts him off with a smile so happy that Sam is temporarily stunned, and definitely thrown off enough for the latter to make his escape. Sam swears under his breath, though he doesn’t really know why he does it - and lets out a breath he doesn’t know he’s been holding.

***

They do decide on a password after all. It’s ‘The Tin Man’, because that’s from the Wizard of Oz, just as munchkins are. And Amelia’s a munchkin, so that worked out.  In fact, Sam is very impressed when Gabriel justifies it to him later - especially by how unobvious it is - and the both of them are very proud of themselves for it.

For a week.

Then, Gabriel says that he thinks Harry from the room next to Sam’s has been looking at him weird - probably because he heard him giggling out ‘Tin Man’ more than once, outside Sam’s door. Sam thinks that makes sense. They decide to reconsider their choice. And this time, go with something that’s easier to justify.

Sam agrees, and they set about thinking again, till Gabriel suggests that the best code is not just one which is unobvious, but one which is completely random. Again, this makes perfect sense to Sam, and he instantly suggests something which Gabriel claims he’ll always be able to justify.

So then, as one does, they start using ‘ramen’.

***

 Amelia hasn’t known many people since she started living with Sam - only Garth, and that one afternoon of Dean. But now, there’s Gabriel, and not only does he adore her - he’s terrific.

After a while, it becomes sufficiently clear that Gabriel doesn’t only come over when he needs to feel better - he comes over, more so because he wants to be with Amelia and her parent. He asks Sam questions about her, and Sam has never enjoyed having a pet so much before - because now, he gets to share these little things with someone. He gets to tell someone, that for some reason, Amelia loves it when he pretends to have gotten hurt, because she’s always prompt in stepping up to meow at his “wounds”. Gabriel corrects Sam when he calls it offering condolences, with a snicker, and a, “Your cat may be a sadist, Samantha.” Sam justifiably swats at him.

He now gets to show someone how Amelia totally dances to November Rain. He gets to think aloud and what he’ll feed her for dinner, and how she’s earned a treat - and all those things that he used to have to keep to himself.

He also gets to have someone to crib to, when one fine morning, Amelia tears through his new textbook in her exploration of her claws probably - but it’s a textbook that costs more than a fortnight of meals, so that’s that. Gabriel, angel that he is, offers to come and take Amelia to his room for the day, because Sam stubbornly claims he doesn’t want to see her right now - but then Sam pleads him to take her away to just another corner of Sam’s room, and Gabriel agrees with a rather understanding nod.

Initially, he used to be a little bit jealous - of how easily Amelia fell in love with Gabriel, but Gabriel and Amelia can have so much fun together, that Sam goes back to his habit of turning on the music unless someone hear her purr - like he used to do, during the first few days of having her. But he’s far from envious now, and happily joins in. Pretending to be the victim, of course.

Gabriel brings her treats too, because he happens to go out for some reason or the other almost everyday, while Sam stays in with his assignments and pet, after their classes. He doesn’t want to leave her alone for any more time than he absolutely has to. So Gabriel brings back cookies, and they smell so good that it’s useless trying to convince her it’s an empty box, so that she could be surprised later.

One of the best parts is when Amelia does something absolutely fascinating randomly, and he doesn’t have to be the only one gushing over it. The other day, she managed to get herself inside Sam’s pencil stand, and kept peeking at him from there as if keeping a check on him - and Sam didn’t have to think twice before taking a picture and sending it to Gabriel. Who replied with an involuntary keysmash, several heart-eye emojis, and proceeded to show up outside his door within two minutes, urgently whispering, ramen. 

All in all, Sam kind of loves having someone who loves Amelia around. More than he would’ve imagined, but that’s probably owing to the more particular fact that it’s Gabriel. And Amelia certainly doesn’t mind having another kinda-sorta dad around either, so there’s that.

***

Almost a month later, when Gabriel falls sick, Sam realizes he misses him more than a lot. They text, and Sam sends him pictures of the more mediocre things too, but it’s not the same thing as spending your nights regularly staying up with someone, sitting on the floor and discussing your respective lives while playing with your absolute darling of a cat - a schedule that makes sense, because this way she sleeps for most of the time, they both have college. 

It’s not the same thing at all. So, he figures out a way to make it work. 

The next morning, when he’s only just leaving for his lectures, he doesn’t persuade Amelia to go back to sleep. He instead starts prepping the pillow thingy from how he first brought her in, pulling a large pillow cover on her bed - yeah, Amelia’s not sleeping in a box now, they’ve bought her a proper basket - and setting off with his bag slung over one shoulder, trying to be nonchalant about carrying such a large, floofy thing while on his way to class.

He wants to surprise Gabriel really, so he hasn’t told him anything about this idea - though it feels infinitely weird to be on the other side of the door, knocking and whispering ‘Ramen’.

Almost on cue, Harry - who just fucking happens to have been walking by - gives him a weird look. 

Sam has no idea how Gabriel does it.

It’s easier soon, when he hears a surprised, ‘Come In!’ In a voice which is definitely Gabriel’s, though it sounds different, probably because he’s sick. Sam walks in, excited to show Gabriel what he’s brought with him, and finds Gabriel all piled up in a bed under a couple of blankets. “Morning, Samshine.” He greets, smiling - and instead of looking miserable, he manages to look so goddamn comfortable - that Sam just wants to take his cat-containing-pillow and get in bed with him. 

“Wait.” His eyes widen. “Is that -”

“Yep.” Sam announces. Gabriel’s eyes visibly light up, and his eyebrows disappear in his hair. Sam feels proud of himself. “I figured you missed her.” He adds, and it’s not a lie, but it’s definitely not the complete truth. But Gabriel nods so enthusiastically, that Sam sets her down on the bed and begins to excavate the cat from the cotton. 

Soon after, Gabriel shoos him away, reminding him that he’s got classes to get to - bringing in a mention of Professor Zachariah and latecomers as his final card, and Sam leaves. He suspects Gabriel’s more excited to get rid of him because he’s never gotten to spend time with Amelia alone - the closest he’s got to that is when Sam’s studying on his desk and he’s playing with her on Sam’s bed. He’s a little surprised how little he minds leaving Amelia with Gabriel now, because he had totally anticipated some first-day-of-preschool parent-blues. But he isn’t worried about her enough to bunk his lectures, and get back to the latter’s room - though it’s a temptation he has to fight; the chance to spend the day with his cat and his - uh, well, Gabriel. 

That night, Sam works on his midterm paper in Gabriel’s room, and later brings them both dinner from the mess. It feels strange to be the one ‘providing’, in a twisted sense of the word, but he suspects it’s just the feeling of entering a room that’s not as cramped as his, and seeing the two of them curled up in bed. It was a good thing Amelia was a cuddler sort, otherwise Sam and Gabriel would’ve tired her entirely.

After dinner, he decides that it’s probably too much work to take Amelia back for the night - and it’s a risk he doesn’t want to indulge in needlessly. Gabriel supports this decision wholeheartedly, and for the first time in months, Sam’s going to sleep in his room alone. 

(It’s not that big a deal at all, but again, it feels weird enough that a few hours in, Sam moves back to Gabriel’s room with an actual pillow this time. It’s only because Gabriel is sick and won’t be able to take care of Amelia, he reasons, and Amelia might get feisty during the night and make his condition worse - and it’s several such excuses he makes to no one in particular, because Gabriel just hums his affirmation within a minute. He settles on Gabriel’s couch for the night. Yeah, Gabriel has a couch, while Sam uses a beanbag to welcome his guests. It’s not large enough, but it’s comfortable, and he wakes up, breathing laboriously, only to find his cat curled up on his chest, and a weighted stare from Gabriel, which makes him pink, because he just might have been watching them sleep.)

***

A few more weeks go by, and it’s closer to finals now. Sam’s at his desk, with Amelia warm in his lap, not making a sound because she’s brilliant like that when Sam’s working - and it’s one of the favorite parts of his day. He’s already finished his first draft, and is skimming through for the first time of necessary edits before he’s done for the afternoon, and can watch a movie when Gabriel arrives. He sips from his travel mug, because he’s been putting off washing the regular one - and is almost too concentrated when there’s a knock on his door. 

“Ramen,” follows in a singsong voice, and Sam is smiling as wide as ever as he saves the changes, and resolves to come back to it later, before closing the file. The door opens, and sure enough, reveals Gabriel - he’s in an orange turtleneck, which would look ridiculous by itself on a rack, and he’s carrying multiple packets in his hands. 

“Surprise!” He announces, latching the door behind him. 

Sam gets up, after Amelia has jumped nimbly from his lap and pattered over to Gabriel - and follows the route his cat took to Gabriel. “What’s this?” He asks, reaching out to glance at it, when Gabriel holds it out. 

They’re cat toys. A whole damn lot of them. Sam doesn’t even recognize most, he’s sure, as his eyes widen. He registers the things which he does know of - catnip, chew toys, a scratching pad, many plush colored mice which are also chew toys, and, “Oh my God.”

“Do you think,” Gabriel gushes, excitedly. The happiness is contagious, and Sam has a smile as well. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

“Of course,” Sam mumbles. Amelia never had many cat toys - only the most traditional ones, which Garth and Dean contributed to, actually. With buying a cat, and then having a pet to feed - his expenses had gone up fairly enough, so he hadn’t been able to spare much thought to buying them. “This is ridiculously too much, Gabriel.”

“Oh, shush,” Gabriel said, cheerfully. “I blame Pet Empire, for having such a cute cat section, and you, for making me want to make your cat happy!” Sam chuckled. “I didn’t even get the big stuff, you know, because it would be slightly harder to explain if I dragged a Tower of Toys through the hallway.”

Sam pales a little at the thought, but nods. 

“If you want, though, we can go get one of those assemble-at-home kits, and put it together on a sunday and -”

“This is too much.” Sam repeats, feeling a sort of happiness for Amelia that mostly beats the embarrassment at having her treated to so many things by Gabriel. “Ridiculously.” He adds, as before.

“Oh. Shush.” Gabriel repeats, laughing, as he holds out another packet specifically for Sam to hold, and puts the rest of the things on the floor for Amelia to examine now. 

Sam peers inside, and frowns. “Gabriel. I’m not going to make her wear clothes.”

Gabriel frowns back, harder, like it’s a challenge. “But you wear clothes, don't you?” He nudges, and it’s not a challenge again, but his frown deepens. 

“Gabriel, I’m not accepting any-” He begins, but brings out the garment and let out an involuntary gasp. It’s a grey sweater, and it’s so soft, and there’s a cat’s whiskers and eyes on the front, and it’s absolutely adorable, and it is making him melt on the inside. “Holy shit.”

“I got one for me too!” Gabriel tells him, beaming at him. “They sold it in pairs, and it was just the best thing ever!”

A his-and-his kitten sweater, Sam’s brain instantly goes to - but he makes it stop before he can externally lose it. “I -” He tries to find the words in which he’s going to ask Gabriel to take it back, because this is completely off-occasion, and he hasn’t ever gotten Gabriel anything and Gabriel bought his cat so many toys and him the nicest sweater he owns and -

“You can’t not like it.” Gabriel boasts, and he looks so terribly certain of himself, in that typically smug way of his - that Sam loses the fight in him. 

“Just - uh. Thank you, okay?” He mumbles.

Gabriel waves his hand dismissively, but he’s wearing a huge smile and Sam doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, but he’s blushing, and it’s just - a really great moment, okay? Right before Gabriel perks up and says, “Guess what I did for the size, though? Just asked for the largest size in the boy’s section.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Like I’d have asked for the smallest, if I were shopping for you?”

“Yeah, exactly.” Gabriel replied, not even bothering to look offended and Sam huffs a breath.

He grins back, and with another glance at Amelia on the ground with all her toys in the bag and her trying to paw them out, remembers his resolve. “Okay, smartass. Thanks, again, I guess. But I mean, why this stuff? What is it today?”

“See, now I want to say that it’s our anniversary because I dig cheesy, but I don't remember what day it was when I first assaulted you for petting rights, and in case you do, it’ll just be embarrassing when I get it wrong.” He snickered, and earned a snorting laugh from Sam. No, he didn’t remember either. Just knew that it’d been April. Because he’d been reading something for English, and he finished his semester in May. It must’ve been a tuesday, because he was weirdly sure it was meatloaf day at the mess. And - it doesn’t matter, does it? 

 “Well then, what is it for?” 

“I guess,” Gabriel starts, seriously. “I didn’t want Amelia to think I’m only using her for her stress-relieving fur.”

“I’m almost a hundred percent sure that she doesn’t think that.” Sam consoles him, sincerely.

“But like, just to be sure.” He winks at Sam, and Sam feels the tension from before returning. “And even if I’ve only been using her for selfish purposes, I should at least be a sugar daddy right.”

Sam chokes. “How do you come up with this stuff?”

Gabriel shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips. “Your cat’s stress-relieving awesomeness-inducing magic fur.”

Sam throws his head back and laughs. “Do I need to get Amelia checked for growing drugs on herself, or something?”

Gabriel sighs. “You know, you just might.”

“Shuddup, my cat is perfect.”

And yeah, those words have definitely been said before, but Gabriel is solemnly nodding and Sam doesn’t mind being an unoriginal, ardent admirer of Amelia. At all. 

Amelia seems to acknowledge their existence at this point, and claws at Sam for help in getting the things out of their plastic packaging. Sam gives her a look for the clawing, but she meows back stubbornly. Almost too loud, and Sam winces.

“Look what you did.” He glares at Gabriel. “Spoiled my perfectly nice cat, is what you did.” He adds, because Gabriel doesn’t look guilty at all.

“I’ll deal with her.” Gabriel tells him, kneeling down on the floor, so that he can give all of his attention to her. He begins to undo the wrappings. “We’re just two attention-seeking peas in a pod, aren’t we, Amelia?” He looks up at Sam with a wink, because she’s gone quiet almost immediately as Gabriel brought out the cat wand, trying to learn how to play with it, maybe.

Sam sighs, but it’s mostly pleased. “Fine. Justify her behavior. Let her make noises now. I’ll drop her off at your room at night, and see how you like it then.”

“Well, it’ll guarantee you sleeping there too, so I don't think I’ll hate it very much,” Gabriel returns, like it’s on the tip of his tongue, and Sam swallows at the remark. 

“Shut up.” Ignoring his turn to contribute to the bickering, he instead offers, “Well, I’ll just put on some music in case she makes noises too catlike for me to justify as you doing impressions.”

“I’m really doing wonders for your sense of humor.” Gabriel tells him, snorting loudly, and Sam rolls his eyes before getting up like a good host, to go through what he has. He easily finds a playlist for popular songs of the decade, because he’s not in the mood to look for songs specifically - and puts it on shuffle. 

Justin Timberlake comes on, and music fills the room loud enough to drown out all sounds Amelia could make. Like it’s supposed to do, really.

But Gabriel stares at Sam, wide-eyed. “I don't think you want to be playing that song right now, Sambo.”

Sam raises an eyebrow at him. “Why not?”

“How do I put this?” Gabriel pursed his lips. It wasn’t clear if he was stifling a smirk, or his discomfort. “Everyone on the floor already thinks we’re banging, so playing sex songs like that doesn’t help.”

Sam almost objects to it being a ‘sex’ song, before realizing simultaenously that maybe it was one, and also that that wasn’t important. Gabriel has his hands shoved in his pockets.

Sam blinks at him, incredulous. “They think what?”

“Wait, you had no idea?” Gabriel actually looks taken aback, as he goes on. “Come on. We lock ourselves in your room, blaring music loud enough to drown out any sounds, practically for hours every night.”

“We spend afternoons together too.” Sam mutters, short-circuiting, and focussing on the dumbest part. And moving to another. He isn’t really thinking about what he’s saying right now - it’s coming from his lips, but he can’t truly be thinking these things, can he? He should be thinking things like how disgusting that is, how he instantly needs to go out on a date with someone else, not that he’s ever gone on a date with frigging Gabriel! Just - 

“Sam?” Gabriel asked, looking just a little bit concerned.

“How could anyone have so much sex?” Sam blurted, unthinking.

But Gabriel didn’t seem to mind his off-topic comment, and replied smoothly. “See, you’ve not had sex with me yet, so you don't know just how easy it is.”

And Sam blinked at him - not knowing what to freak out about, or in what order. The fact that everyone thought he was doing it with Gabriel, or the fact that Gabriel had just casually slipped in a ‘yet’. In any case, Amelia meowed at him pointedly, as if asking him to turn his attention from these pieces of information handed to him back to her, so that they could play with the toys Gabriel had bought her together - because Gabriel was already picking out mobby mouses, lattice balls, caterpillar teasers and whatnot; ignoring Sam’s gaze with just that hint of a smirk. 

***

Okay, so I took a terribly long time with this, but in my defense, it turned out super fucking humongous. The original prompt got messed up, and I’m sorry to everyone who was subjected to it. It’s a prompt by @rauko-is-a-free-elf and I loved it! I hope you had a good time reading that giant schmoop of fluff, and here’s my dear taglist: @awkward-penguin-in-a-trenchcoat @styggtroll @adventurous-blob @petrichoravellichor @all-or-nothing-baby @iamcharliebradburylevelperfect @moderatelypanickedbiromantic @elvenlicht @legendary-destiel @a-mess-of-many-fandoms @trenchcoatsandfreckles @noemithenephilim @naitia @ladywaywarddsc @zoerayne2426 @hellfire37 @3dg310rdsupreme @thekidsmaybealright @impulsivedandelion @galaxy-charm I think that’s about it. If I’m missing anyone, I’m so sorry, but I keep forgetting to update my damn taglist. I’ll do it soon!!! Bye, and have a nice day!

~ Sheya

[answrs]

Catbun Shiro AU

I promised to post my notes for this au and then never got on the desktop to do it, asdfkl sorry y’all. :x @headspacedad this one’s for you. (I reeeeeally hope this isn’t too confusing, it’s mostly a big jumble of notes for the au assembled in relative order to something resembling a plot. so uh, you’ve been warned. there’s pictures at the end though!)

Important note on setting, since I’m deathly allergic to basically anything besides the existence of characters post season 2, the whole deal with the castle is pretty malleable as a setting to me. basically, castleship wasn’t destroyed, at least not entirely. it’s disabled and most of it is too damaged to inhabit, but the lion hangars and the controls are still functional, if a bit beat up. (tbh mostly because it’s much easier than trying to juggle everyone with the lions as the only transport). so they’ll end up setting up camp close to the lions with Allura and Coran having a quick way to get to the control room to steer the castle out of any action they fall into, since the weapons/defenses are basically shot. no time travel nonsense or other funky shenanigans either, but the characters are all there.

also I’ve never written voltron before and it shows asdfkl but I TRIED AND THAT’S WHAT MATTERS

Now that’s out of the way, the actual good part of the au, the plot! :p

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It happens when Allura tries to smash “their” Shiro into the clone’s body. Something goes wrong, or maybe Shiro’s soul is just so affronted by the idea of them expecting him to just... nonconsensually wrest control from an already occupied body. But he’s still being yanked back onto the mortal plane and if he doesn’t have a body his mind will die, so either subconsciously on his part or purposefully on Black’s, it rebounds into the nearest available viable occupancy.

The group watches as Allura struggles, frustratedly trying to shove “Real” Shiro into the traitor’s body, but before they can comprehend the shock and despair on her face as the tendril of essence is ripped away from her, the black lion roars and bursts away, no pilot at the helm and racing towards stars-knows-where.

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It’s a small junk planet of sorts, with no obvious humanoid or sentient species. Shiro is groggy and stumbling around because there is very much something wrong with his limbs… 

(the black lion seems much larger than he remembers and oh look he can see his reflection in her plating now and whoops…)

The body looking back out at him from the mirrored surface is some sort of small quadruped creature. Its fur is entirely black, or possibly a dark gray, but for the tuft of bright white on the head just like his former body’s had had. did whatever stuck him in this thing have just that sheer luck finding a body, or was that obnoxious hairstyle just inexplicably tied to his soul now-? (he can feel Black huffing her laughter in his mind, she'd had the option of a body with matching fur to her namesake color, but his quintessence had bleached his new little mane going in. or… something to that effect, at least. he'd gotten much more fluent in translating her thoughts and images into words in that void of her mind, but a year could only teach you so much with a whole universe's worth of cultural (and species) divide.)

rolling the steel grey eyes- again just like his own- or would it be former? body ("windows to the soul", a quote surfaces in his memory), he goes back to plotting out this new vessel. It's quite fluffy, but he can make out two long ears that remind him of a rabbit. the hind legs are elongated like one too, though not to the extent an Earth's species' would be, he thinks. The tail poking out just behind them is short too, but reminds him more of the grouchy old cat his grandmother kept when he was growing up. opening his mouth, the similarities to the old bobtail seem to extend to its dentition too, pointed fangs indicative of whatever species this was being at least some sort of predator. Life hadn't been kind to the former inhabitant, and not just that this body had been recently vacated. nicks are evident on an ear, and he'd bet the unkempt fur covered up at least a few scars of its own. But thankfully none of his own scars had seemingly crossed over on top of the rest. he can very much feel his (formerly) missing arm… paw? and he starts when it finally dawns on him just how much easier his breathing is without that huge scar marring the bridge of his nose.

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the team arrive to find Black lying in a covered clearing of sorts, calm as can be, and shields down. nothing seems amiss but as they get closer, Lance with his sharpshooting eye is the first to spot something on Black's muzzle. with everyone on edge after the clone, even the local fauna don't get a pass from their scrutiny and they ready their weapons, but the moment a charge starts to hum the shields slam up, startling them.

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(the clone = Ryou/Jiro/Taka, Shiro’d called him many things watching him from his place in Black, which is absolutely of course not just an excuse I’m making up because I can’t decide what he decides to go by so I just keep using them interchangeably sorry if it’s confusing D:)

Once the team collects Black and her finally returned passenger, Shiro absolutely is constantly sitting on Ryou's head, or riding on his shoulder, or just generally hanging out around the clone.

(Honestly, at first it's also because he's not entirely sure he trusts anyone, clone or not, not to do anything rash and he'll be damned if he's not be there to prevent another tragedy.)

(He's still rather indignant on the man's behalf, honestly, and even if he can somewhat see why the group reacted how they did he doesn't accept their actions. And he's been watching the guy through Black basically the whole time, it was so obvious to him the poor kid was being controlled against his will. Not to mention his reaction afterward, how he doesn't trust himself and is afraid of hurting anyone even tied up and literally disarmed in the back of the cockpit the group is convened in. Maybe Black has rubbed off on him with treating her chosen paladins as cubs to be protected, but he sees him almost as a little brother and it rubs him the wrong way how he's being treated by the group. So even if the comfort he can offer him is little and a bit strange, he'll chill on his leg for hours for a nap and some eventual fingers combing through his fur when the clone is finally distracted enough to not be thinking about it.)

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It’s possible Shiro had been part of Black long enough to pick up how to communicate through the lion's bond, and uses it to talk to his new little brother. (It’s certainly a lot easier than constant, neverending charades)

Telling the kid to ask the others to remove the restraints, to which Jiro steadfastedly refuses, half because he's afraid of himself, the other because (to the other's confusion, since they only hear the clone talking out loud) they absolutely would not believe that the request isn't just his own and he was making it all up. Gets kind of heated because Shiro just will not let it go despite his refusal, because to him he obviously isn't dangerous and doesn't see the problem here. He's been disconnected from the problems of the living for a bit too long perhaps, and while he knows on a level there’s distrust between the team and the clone, and even the clone with himself, because he's seen the man’s soul and has known him much longer in a metaphysical sense he kinda forgets others don’t automatically see in that way.

There's one point early on, that the group first learns Shiro can (and has been) talking through the mind link to him. Lance notices the small fluffy body half inside of his bag, rummaging around through his toiletries. He’s been going crazy with all the extra fur on this body (it might even be shedding season for the creature, and it's just so. damn. ITCHY.) and he's desperate enough he’s resorted to getting the scissors he knows are hiding in there out himself. Except no one knows what he's doing and eventually break to come ask the clone if he knows what the fuck is going on and what he's trying to tell them, to which he's like, he wants you to trim down the fur?? he's been driving me insane complaining about it the past few days?? can he not tell you himself?? (he thought Shiro could and had been talking to the others just like he had been to him the whole time. and was just choosing to complain and annoy him constantly for whatever reason instead of asking them himself)

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Piloting the lions in a battle the first time is... not great. There's a nearby planet being attacked and Red nothing short of demands her pilot back, allowing Blue a perfect excuse to grab Lance again, because Black's got two perfectly semi-functional pilots right here, so really, what's the problem? the paladins eventually figure since Black refuses to respond to Keith and Red is practically banging down the door to his mind while ignoring Lance that it's better to have four lions than two and fly in their original configuration, leaving Allura to pilot the remains of the castle to a safe distance since the weapons and shields are damn near useless in a fight right now.

None of the paladins would want to fly with Jiro, and he doesn't trust himself enough to do it even if they would, but Shiro can't exactly reach the controls right now and she's been out of the battle long enough and the galra are converging and ffs, Black just has to do everything herself now doesn't she... Cue a very terrifying sudden scene of his body going lax with a blank look on the poor clone's face, eyes glowing the bright yellow of the giant lion as he robotically stands up and goes straight to the awaiting lion's maw, ignoring or discarding any restraint with impossible strength as the Alteans and company scramble to stop him, only to ram into metal or shield as the lion scoops them both up, apparently tired of waiting. (They didn't notice, but the small passenger's body clinging to the material of his shirt had also gone ramrod straight, but Black is very much telling both of them to Cat Up and just get over here already)

thankfully they don't have to form Voltron, since there's absolutely no way they'd be able to just then, even if the rest of the team somehow thought only the "real" Shiro was at the controls. after the battle Black finally allows the others to enter, and en masse they burst in to find The Traitor™ sitting in the seat, lone hand on one part of the controls, Real Shiro™™ situated on his knee, paws resting on the other half. Clone is eyeing them guiltily, but not moving in order not to jostle his passenger, who’s just now turning to look at the small audience, blinking owlishly as he finally manages to disengage from Black's direct connection. (he's spent so long enveloped in that nebulous and vast mindspace he needs to remember he has a body to return to now, mismatched as it is.)

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and now some pictures! pro-tip, turns out it’s much harder to mix together a cat and bunny than i’d ever expected like what??? ah well, have a doodle of The Fur Boi

And a little pre- vs post- haircut inspo: