#but yeah MROW.

[rueclfer]

piercer boyfriend touya who insists that he'll stay home while you go out with your friends and will stay up (despite your protests) for you to come home and help you get ready for bed.

he's expecting you to get home drunk. messy drunk. he's known you long enough to know that "just two drinks," is never. just. two. drinks.

he couldn't give less of a fuck about you sleeping in your makeup or wearing your outside clothes in bed, but trust that he will be cleaning those semi-healed piercings that he had done for you when you first started seeing each other.

tonight he's having trouble keeping you still.

"i wanna go to bed," you drunkenly mumble, squirming on the seat of the toilet and pulling away from his touch.

"not yet." touya responds, keeping your head steady with a gentle grip on your jaw, and with his other hand, dabbing a wound wash solution soaked q-tip across the shell of your ear.

your eyes trail down to where his hand makes contact with your face. you were an inch away from being able to bite down on the skin between his thumb and index finger and you knew it wouldn't be a proper night out if you didn't mildly annoy touya at least once.

"don't think about being a little shit right now," he breaks the silence.

you groan, "i still have to take off my makeup. just leave it, i'll clean them in the morning."

"who told you to get 3 piercings within a week?"

"stop it." you pout. "that was when i was blinded by love, i couldn't help it."

touya's focus turns to you, slightly tilting your head up to face him where you see a smirk grow on his lips.

"so it was love at first sight, huh?" he inches closer to you, almost grazing his lips against yours.

"or maybe it was the free piercings?"

a flash of annoyance crosses his face as he rolls his eyes, but the smirk doesn't leave. he closes the gap between you and firmly press his lips against yours. his hand slides down to the column of your neck. it pushes you back against the tank of the toilet, it takes the air out of you, and it leaves you feeling dizzy.

he pulls away and you're breathless for a moment as he presses a quicker and gentler kiss to your forehead and tilt your head to the side, finishing up with your right ear.

"can you help me take off my makeup too? and help me change into jammies?" you quietly murmur as the tip of your ears grow red.

"uh huh. anything else?" he breathes out a chuckle.

"never leave me and love me forever?"

touya would never admit it, but he loves it when you get like this after a few drinks. you're syrupy sweet, clingy, and knows exactly what you want. he can't help but feel a bit weak.

"done and done."

[sweeneydino]

Eclipse.

Something I thought of when viewing the eclipse and never got around to completing, but when I finally did it, someone else also did it, and now it feels like I'm copying them 💀

I just want whoever else had the same idea to know that it was a brilliant idea, and I'm jealous you got to it first-

ANYWAYS.

rise krang kinda bad tho

[peronasbeloved]

what is mihawk even. who. what. when. where. why. why is he even a warlord. when he showed up at marineford to help the marines we (my friend & i) were like mihawk what are you even doing here. go home to your castle or whatever

[golgafrincham]

love how I can see my cat doing something across the room and I'll look at him and go, hey man, what are you doing? what's up? and he will look over at me and go mrow? and come over and hop up on the table to discuss it. like it's our morning meeting

[idolpyre]

now THISSSS would be too powerful. and therefor it is minjun canon.

[mnty-bubblegmyum]

my jaw hurts

[harunayuuka2060]

Professor Trein: ...

MC: *is on his desk, taking a nap with Lucius*

Professor Trein: ...

Professor Trein: *sigh* *gives them a blanket*

Lucius: *wakes up* Mrow...

Professor Trein: It's fine, Lucius. You can go back to sleep.

Student A: Isn't it unfair how MC gets away with anything?

Student B: Yeah! They could sleep in class all they want! The teachers wouldn't care!

Student C: Uh, guys? Isn't that MC?

MC: *is walking towards them*

Student A: Don't tell me they heard us-

Student B: *nudges him*

MC: ...

Student C: H-Hi, MC. Is there something we can help you with?

MC: ...

MC: *lies down across their laps, stretching out their arms and legs to get comfortable*

The students: !!!

Student A: Hey! We're not your bed!

Student B: It's no use. They're already sleeping.

The students: ...

The students: *sigh*

MC: *purring while hugging Idia from behind*

Idia: ...

Idia: M-MC, are you awake?

MC: ...

Idia: G-Guess not.

Ortho: ...

Ortho: I think they want to get inside your jacket.

Idia: *blushes* Ortho!

[valleynix]

i have been released from my prison (work) and i will now work on writing (playing sea of thieves or watching move recs until i pass out)

[tranceinnumerabletabs]

When Johnny Comes Back pt7

Howdy! I'm really proud of this one! Please enjoy! it gets funny

idk if you wanted to be tagged in this one too but, @supermegabitchboyexceptimagirl, and of course @beelzebee

I think I should get those tumblr dividers. Also, sorry if you can't understand everything that's said here. You'll know it when you get to it. Its not the end btw.

part1, part2, part3, part4, part5, part6

It’s a quiet night once more, this time you’re in bed, unable to sleep.

It’s been too long. He’s gone. Shot by some guy. Just like in your nightmares

You sigh and look at your clock, 1:26 AM.

ugh

You get up, your cat waking up due to it, and decide to just….pace

You do just that, trying to find reason within your rhyme. You feed makes thudding noises on the cold hard ground.

thud thud thud thud

he’ll be fine

Thud thud thud thud

he’s just recovering

Thud thud

he’s gone

Thud

no he’s not

Thud thud thud

you’ll never be able to see him again

Thud thud thud

you’ll never tell him I love you

Thud thud thud

there’s no more Mactavish finesse

Thud thud thud

he’s reduced to ashes in an urn like in your nightmares

Thud thud drip thud

you look down and realize that a tear has fallen from your face.

sigh

you told yourself that you wouldn’t end up like this. If he’s alive then this is for nothing and if he’s dead….well…then this was just added misery.

You go to the bathroom and wash your face, sniffling a little.

he’s fine

You stare at your face in the mirror, blood rushed to your nose and cheeks, puffy eyed. You didn’t look so good.

You looked tired. You’ve been holding yourself up well right?

Yeah…

Yeah you are!

You could’ve been so much worse but you held up. Even if your eyes look tired and the steady drip of water from your face to the sink makes it unclear whether or not your crying. You weren’t. you’re fine

Ugh. This is why you try not to think of him! You feel so stupid and naive and sensitive and lost and-

“mrow?”

You feel Simon brush up against your leg, stopping your train wreck of thoughts. You smile, he’s so cute no matter how grumpy he is.

“Simon” you say fondly. You lean down and pick him up into your arms, swaying him like a baby as you walk out the bathroom.

Simon’s presence helped but it can only do so much.

You rock him, pet him and scratch him as you continue to pace.

Thud thud thud

you’re so cute Simon

Thud thud thud

you’re precious

Thud thud thud

you know Johnny will come back right?

Thud click thud

you know you’re a little bastard?

Thud thud thud

yeah you know you are? A bastard just like-…..

Thud Creak thud

like….

Thud stomp thud stomp

like……

thud Stomp Thud

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“Honey, I’m home!”

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You stand there, eyes wide in shock.

“Johnny?” You whisper but it was too low for even yourself to hear.

“Aye Bonnie, ye miss me?”

Your legs felt frozen as you look at him. A bandage around his head and a few new scars onto him to show off. His bag in one hand.

“What’s wrong lassie? Ye look like ye’ve seen the dead came back tae life” he teases gently, but in a tone that indicates that he missed you.

he’s here

Johnny Came Back

You feel tears pricking your eyes, but he didn’t notice. He drops his bag down and starts walking towards you. Ready to spend his return the same way he usually spends it: watching a movie with an engorgement of take out and smothering you.

“Johnny” you whisper a little louder

Johnny smiles “the one and only. Couldn’t have ye sell my urn to the damn Brits” He chuckled

“Johnny” you whisper once again and this time he catches the weight of your tone and becomes more solemn and sincere. “Aye….it’s me Bonnie….it’s me. I’m home” Your breath hitches and your hand slowly raises to cup his jaw, feeling his overgrown facial hair. He couldn’t shave it to his preferred length.

He drops his head’s weight into your hand, rubbing his cheek into your soft palm, looking softly into your eyes with a smile.

“Johnny” you voice now breaks and your breathing audibly hitches, tears welling in your eyes.

Johnny's eyes widen in shock, as if that was somehow an unexpected reaction.

“Bonnie?”

He tries to comfort you. Tries to think of something to say

“Bonnie I-“

“I thought you were dead Johnny!” You break out.

Johnny looked more shocked. Did you get the wrong information? Or did you just assume the worst?

“No, I-“

“I thought I’d never see you again!” You cry, your shoulders shaking. He looked guilty, he opens his mouth to try to apologize but you do what you should’ve spent he moment he showed his handsome ugly mug. You hug him, tightly. Almost too tight for the worn soldier.

Johnny is startled for a moment before reciprocating, hugging you back with fervor. You wet his shirt with your tears “I thought you were gone Johnny!” You cry, shaking in his arms. “No no lassie don’t cry” he rubs your back as you take lungfuls of his scent, finally being able to breathe it in again after it faded from your home.

He rocks you slightly as you take him all in and muffle all your grievances into his shirt. Eventually he grabs your face and stares into your eyes, his face seeming so tired and pained. Your heart clenches. You should care more about how he’s feeling.

“I’m tae sorry fer words honey, I didn’t think tae tell someone tell ye I’m fine. I just, had a rough time in the hospital an-“

You hug him again “sit down you lug. You need to rest” you gently guide him to his spot on the couch, where he belongs

“How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” You gently ask, cupping his face with both hands and looking at his injury.

He smiles and seemed to relax more that he’s done in a while. He places his rough calloused hands on yours and closes his eyes.

“Aye Bonnie lass, ye could kiss it better” he chuckles, feeling up your hands.

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he’s had a rough time. Maybe he just needs any form of affection after being hospitalized for so long

You lean in up to his temple where the bandages are and place the most gentle and delicate of kisses on it. Johnny’s breath hitches, you don’t usually kiss him why would you? You’re just friends right?

You wanted to tell him you’re in love with him, or that you wanted him and no one else. But….no. not now, he just came back and…if it’s not reciprocal you don’t want him to deal with that right now. This should be all about him and not you. No, now all you wanted was to make sure that your roommate was okay. That can….come later. If you were willing to risk it. What’s most important is that he’s here and you take care of him. Not your feelings. “Miss me that much Bonnie? I should get shot more often. Then I could get another kiss” He tries to tease but the look on your face was enough to drop the jokes. He becomes more somber, his hands on yours now stroking your forearms. He looks into your eyes, sincerity evident “I missed ye too lassie, didn’t think tae tell ye cuz I dinae think I’d be gone fer so long. Glad to hear I was missed. Nice shirt” he says but it wasn’t the usual teasing tone he had. You look down and sure enough, you’re wearing one of Soap’s shirts as pjs, his scent long done from it. You smile, sniffling a little “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was so worried Johnny….”

“Aye, I could tell……ye dinae need to worry Bonnie lass, I’m a big strong man”

You huffed a laugh as he rubbed your eyes “Don’t be sad….your big bad sergeant is here.” You lay on top of him, face to neck, just….taking in his presence. He does the same, scratching your scalp, rubbing your back.

He’s back

Johnny came back

Johnny came home

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After some time, he piped up

“Let’s watch a movie aye? I’m starvin.”

You chuckle, a much lighter and freer laugh than the ones you’ve been making for months. Free from your worries about Johnny

“Of course Johnny. I’ll order you take out”

You kiss his nose. He gives you that signature smile of his.

“Yer spoilin me, love”

“Don’t you forget it”

"how could I ever?"

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It felt so good going back to an old routine. Your movements were unfamiliar and rusty as you sit and eat take out with Johnny at 2:17 AM while a movie was on. He already finished 2 meals but the soldier was still going at it like the dog he was.

“Better than any hospital slop I tells ye!”

You smile, softer and fonder than Johnny remembers, and settle in the routine you remember you had before he left. A blanket tossed over both of you legs, an arm wrapped around some part of you. This time it was around your neck while he ate, a bit awkward but you were not about to complain. He was back and that was all that mattered. He finished up his feast and went back to watching some silly movie based on a tumblr post.

It’s about a random Asian kid whose plane goes down somewhere in Scotland, and he learns traditional Scottish kickboxing. The wise old mentor speaks with an indecipherable Highland accent, Johnny somehow understands and translates for you, and spends the whole film in a full kilt for no particular reason. He goes back to China to reclaim his parent's company made in the style of those "mediocre white boy learns the secrets of ancient martial arts" movies. It’s a funny concept and a movie you’ve been wanting to watch for months but didn’t because….well….Johnny wasn’t here. You couldn’t watch this without him.

And you’re so glad you didn’t because now as Johnny has his warm arm wrapped around you, gentler than usual due to his injuries on his arm. His mouth is near your ear as he ‘translates’ English to English. It doesn’t really matter what he was saying. All that mattered is hearing his raspy deep voice reverberating in your ear. Usually you’d tell yourself you could drag yourself to bed after the movie but you knew couldn’t drag yourself to bed after all this. You wanted to fall asleep on this couch with him. But just before you resigned yourself to that wonderful fate, you remember something.

“Are you going to sleep here Johnny?” You asked

“Aye, can’t anger the sleeping tiger. I won’t move an inch wee Bonnie don’t ye worry”

You sit up and look at him while the movie was Montaging with terrible bagpipe music “No. You need to rest on an actual bed. You’re still recovering”

“Ye dinae need tae worry aboot me love. I’m fi-“

“Johnny.” You say sternly “you’ve been shot in the head don’t BS me now after all that” your voice cracked a bit when you mentioned his terrible injury.

Johnny sighs and smiles “I could get used tae being babied like this”

His tone was teasing but somehow you had a feeling he did wanted to be babied, to be treated and spoken to gently in a way he couldn’t get in a military setting.

You sigh and smile. “One movie okay? Then I’ll run you a bath, rub your back, maybe change your bandages and scratch your hair till you fall asleep in a bed sound good Johnny?” His eyes were enticed but he just had to be a goofy little guy doesn’t he?

“Cannae read me a bedtime story?” He teased. You giggled and nodded. You had a feeling he just wanted to hear your voice “I’ll tell you the story of the ugly duckling. I’m sure you’ll relate” you joke back

“Aye, sing me a lullaby too?”

“You motherfucking bastard.” You roll your eyes with a smile “yeah I’ll sing you a song about how John and Jill when up the hill to fetch a pail of whisky. John fell down and broke his crown and Jill couldn’t see him for months while he was in the hospital.”

“Dinae my fault Bonnie!”

“I know baby I know” you coo, calling him a baby but Soap seemed to be very happy being called that.

“As soon as the movie’s over I’ll show my baby just how much I missed him. Wake me up if I sleep okay? If you don’t you’ll never get that bedtime story ye hear?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Good boy”

You lay back down next to him, continuing to watch the silly movie, the Chinese kid is somehow the chosen one from some ancient Scottish texts made when during some important historical British-Scottish conflict. How did they seriously think that a dizi (bamboo flute) mixed with a bagpipe would make a good soundtrack? And how are they right?

Whatever, it’s not like you were paying much attention when Johnny was stroking your arm right next to you, leaning in and rubbing his scratchy chin against yours, murmuring comments and ‘translations’ that may not even be that accurate. God you missed him. The movie ends with a Scottish themed “Kung Fu fighter” esque credits song.

He automatically hums something about putting on another movie. “Johnny it’s like 3 and a half in the morning”

“Dinnae care Bonnie. Missed ye”

“C’mon Johnny, I’ll tuck you in bed” you tease He grips you tighter into him “I’m tucked in enough like this”

You smile, wide and so happy.

“C’mon Johnny” you whisper into his ear, scratching his scalp, careful to avoid the injury “those clothes can’t be comfortable. Let’s change into something nicer hmm?”

He sighs contently “only if ye keep that up Bonnie…..feels like heaven”

“Deal”

You leave him to turn on the bath faucet, making sure it’s the right temperature before going back to clean up the take out. He tried to help but you told him firmly to “stay” and like a good boy he does. He watches you walk around the flat like a puppy, eyes glued to your form and glimmering so fondly.

You check the bath and it’s ready.

As you turn to call for him “Johnn-“ you bump into him directly. He followed you here, unable to be away from you. You huff a laugh and lean on him.

“Take a bath Johnny. You could use one of my bath bombs too.”

“Stay with me?” He whines

“I’m not gonna watch you bathe Johnny. You clingy dog.” You chuckle and flick his nose “but I’ll be waiting for you when you come out okay?”

You walk out, feeling his lingering gaze on your back. You go get his bed ready.

It’s…not clean. You’re not proud to admit you’ve slept here on more than one occasion due to his absence. It was a mess of Soap’s belongings. A pile of clothes, some things that reminded you of him, things of the like. You clean it up, place a new bedsheet and pillow case, along with a plushie of a kitten with a mohawk, a gift from you.

(The kitten. Image description: a cute kitten with what looks like a mohawk of fur on it's head. end/ID)

(i-it looks better in the story! but the collar is still there /ID a plushie of the mohawk kitten but it looks crudely made and grumpy with a spiky collar /end ID)

You were admiring your clean up before your were startled by a strong set of hands around your waist and a head into your neck and shoulder. “Johnny! You scared me” He breaths in your scent, while being towel clad “hmm….Bonnie…”

You giggle and turn around, your smile dropping when come face to face with his bared chest. There were more bandages you didn’t see before, new scars and burns. You tsk, gently touching the bandages as he gazed at you “you poor thing…they must hurt so much….”

“…..”

you look up at him “do they hurt? Do you need me to change them or painkillers?”

“I’m fine lovie…”

You shake your head “I left some at your bedside just in case darling.”

“…thank you lassie…what would I do without ye?”

“Die in a ditch apparently”

He smiles, rubbing his thumbs on your waist.

“Never leave me…”

I blush a little at how he said that. Like it wasn’t just a roommate thing. “Never…..let’s get you to bed. I’m sure you’re so tired”

“Nae, I still got an enough for that bedtime story and lullaby”

You laugh “you're such a baby…okay get dressed”

He, being the bastard he is, decided to go “aye” and take off his towel right then and there.

You squeak in surprise and avert your eyes

“Johnny!!”

“What? Like what you see?”

You whine and mumble as he laughs “get dressed!”

You hear a chuckle and him opening the closet, a moment later he speaks “Ye can look now hen”

You turn around and low and behold he didn’t even put on anything “JOHNNY!” You slap your hands over your eyes as he laughs.

“What’s the matter hen?”

“JOHNNY I SWEAR TO GOD-“

“Aye aye, I’ll get dressed.”

You hear some movement as he wears actual clothes, not a lot of clothes but still something

“You can look now, fer real this time”

“So you’re decent?”

“Not morally but I’m wearing pants”

You turn to look and lo and behold this man only put boxers on.

You groan and roll your eyes

“How’s that decent Sergeant Soap?”

“Cannae see my tadger. And it’s Johnny to you.”

You pretty much can see it honestly but you let him.

“Lay on your stomach”

“Be gentle with me hen”

“Of course”

“I’ve been a good boy”

“Shut it”

“Yes ma’am”

You look at the tragic state of his back, pity pulling at your heartstrings.

“Tell me if it hurts too much okay?”

“You can never hurt me hen.”

“Johnny.”

“Aye aye, I will”

You sigh and pull out some oils you have along with a muscle gel that should alleviate any pain he’s brushing off in favor of seeming strong or okay. You know he's usually sore after expending himself so much during his job.

“Yer spolin’ me bloody rotten”

“Shush”

You climb on the bed and gently rub in the oil first

“Nae, could barely feel it.”

You press harder

“It tickles”

You press harder

“Das it”

You roll you eyes and do this. Feeling your face heat up every time he groans and sighs. You later put on the muscle relaxant and he sighs and groans even louder, his voice becoming even deeper due to his tiredness, making your insides mushy.

“Oh…right there…hmm…lower”

You go lower

“Lower”

Alright…

“Lower”

“Any lower and I’ll be touching your ass”

“Aye”

“Okay that’s enough time for bed” you get off him and he whines

“Nooo. I’m so sorry bonnie please come back. I’ll behave”

“Oh really? Never seen you behave once in your life Mactavish” you scold as you put away the things

“Gie me a laldy then”

“Goodnight Johnny” you turn to leave

“No! Wait!” He jumps and yanks you from behind.

“What is it Johnny?”

“Ye Haven’t tucked me in with a bedtime story yet.” He whines

You sigh but secretly you’re smiling wide at his antics, just glad to go through them again. Leave it to Johnny to overcommit to the bit.

“Aight here’s your bedtime story Ya wee sook” you reply, turning to face him. He was shocked “Ya we- where did ye learn tha’?”

“I learnt it from a very sexy Scottish lad once upon a time” you say as you start literally tucking him into bed, the bastard really has you wrapped around his finger.

His face turns red and his smile wide and bright like the sun.

“An’ do I ken this mysterious Scottish lad?”

“Aye” you mimic his accent

He chuckles “tell me about him” he lays down under the covers laying on his side away from the injury. You think for a moment, then a deeply devious and mischievous look came on your face. You grin and began describing.

“He’s sexy, charming, funny, he’s got a cute pet, he’s a like knight who saves princesses, he’s large and strong with a Scottish accent.” You list off as Soap’s face goes brighter and happier. He wouldn’t say ‘save princesses’ but he wasn’t going to really correct you. If you see him as a hero who is he to complain

“I wouldn’t say that. What else?”

“Oh but of course he was. His people were in trouble, and he went out to save them” he shook his head, adorable wee civi aintcha?

You continue “He lived alone for a very long time till he met one woman he began to live with”

“Was she pretty?”

“The fairest in the land” He chuckles and settles in more, getting comfortable as you tell this grown ass man his fucking bedtime story

“what happened?”

“They got married”

His eyes widen in shock as his face and ears turn a hot red. He clears his throat that suddenly became very dry. Did…did this mean what he think it meant?

“Tha’ right?”

“Hmm hmm”

“I like the sounda that”

“Then they lived happily ever after”

Soap looked at you with shocked eyes

“Tha’ so?”

“Hmm hmm”

He quickly put a mask of faux confidence, putting on his big goofy smile. Pride swells in your heart for making him smile so brightly. He clearly needed it.

“And who May this dashing man be?”

“I’ll give you a hint”

“Aye”

“His name starts with an S”

He chuckles

“I think I ken who it is Bonnie”

“Oh really?” You ask, your face growing more excited “who is it”

He pulls his arm out from under the blanket and wraps it around you “tis’ me, Soap. And it’s Johnny to you sweetheart”

His grip tightens as he drags you closer to him, he shoves his face into your stomach, his heart suddenly beating too fast. Is this….your confession? Did you really just say you’ll marry him? Looks like those military spouse benefits are too tempting. He looks up, eyes hopeful and ready for his dreams to come true. That you’ll become Mrs Mactavish and he’s your Prince Charming.

“Wrong.” You suddenly say.

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“Wha?”

“I said wrong”

“T…then who’s the big strong sexy Scottish lad who marries the fairest in the land?”

“Shrek”

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“Ye. fuckin’. right. SleEkiT bAmPOT!!”

You burst out laughing hard, doubling over and laughing so hard you collapse on the bed with him. But he doesn’t appreciate that

“Away an’ bile ye head! ye absolute weapon!” He practically yells

“Yer a right glaikit shan wee gobshite! Ye fuckin’ bastard cunt!!”

He raves and raves unintelligibly as you seem to get a six pack just from how hard you’re laughing and occasionally snorting like a pig. You’ve never heard so many Scottish insults in your life. Or at least you would hear them if you weren’t laughing!

Eventually, he shuts up and your laughs slow down. You look at Soap after wiping away your joyful tears. But unfortunately, The look on his face made you burst into laughter all over again.

“Alright alright that’s enough” he huffs and shakes his head, throwing an arm around your face to quiet you.

“Okay okay! I’m done!” You claim, your laughter lowering.

Johnny looked so done with you it was priceless. You were still in a fit of giggles as he shook his head

“Seriously hen? Shrek?”

“Whaaat?” You ask as if you could feign innocence as you’re giggling uncontrollably

“Shrek is the big sexy scott?”

“Yeah!” You laugh

“He bathes in mud Bonnie! He’s nasty” he says disgusted as if he doesn't have worse hear me outs

“And you’re not?”

“Oh that’s it ye-“ he jumps you and harshly man handles you. Pinning you with his big weight, restricting your breathing by pressing on your chest, just being an overall rough housing bastard. It’s not bad enough to cause actual legitimate harm but it’s rougher than he’s ever been with you.

“Johnnyy! Mercy I beg you!” You whine, trying to squirm away and kicking up your legs

“There’s no Johnny here now leannan! Now it’s sergeant Soap! And yer taking discipline!”

You wheeze at the lack of oxygen his man handling is doing, you didn’t have much in you anyway from laughing so much. He growls into your ear and pins your squirmy hands to your chest.

“Johnnyyy! I can’t breathe!” You wheeze out

“Shrek eh?”

You breathlessly giggle at your joke

“Shrek is the sexy charming and funny man who taught you what a wee sook is?”

You wheeze another giggle, unable to stop laughing at the joke.

“Anyone else?”

You try to wheeze an answer “s-s..”

but he doesn’t understand so he lets go. You breath in a desperate deep breath

“Answer the question lassie.”

“What question?” You tease, giggling. He growls and places his pillow on your face to quiet you

“Who’s the charming Scotsmen that makes ye laugh!”

He removes the pillow to get an answer

“Scrooge McDuck”

“You wee lil shite!” He smothers you with the pillow again, so you won’t even have a chance to laugh.

He removes the pillow as you wheeze with a smile

“Wrong answer”

“Whaaat? He’s funny!”

“Tsk. Who’s the Scottish soldier who’s strong and witty”

“James Bond”

“Leannan!!!” He wraps his arm around you in a headlock, he’s done that plenty times before and even taught you how to do it and get out of it, it almost slipped your mind due to your giggling.

You do try to get out of it but he just tightens his hold

“Think ye’re strong, do ye lassie? I’ll show ye strong, ya wee twig!” He growls

“Johnny!” You whine “mercy!”

“No mercy to the enemy bonnie.” He bites your cheek

“Eww! You dog!” You whine and squirm “okay okay you win!”

She shakes his head, mouth still filled with your cheek “Johnny! Please! You’re gross!”

He bites harder

“Away with ye ya daftie!” You poorly mimic He laughs and lets go. You rub your saliva covered cheek on his bicep.

“You’re gross. Let go”

“Nae”

“Johnny.” You try to be stern

“Nah. You need to tell me who th-“

“It’s you! It’s you Johnny! You’re the big, strong, funny, charming Scot that saves princesses!” He lets go, letting you drop on the bed with a thud.

“That’s right lass. Say it again”

“It’s you Johnny. You’re the one I wait in my tower for.”

“Tha’ right?” He says, smiling down at you

“Yeah…it is…”

He smiles and lays down once more

“Either that or Hagrid”

“Bonnie.” He asserts sternly

“Sorry sorry Johnny”

“Brat.”

“Bastard.”

“Your bastard.”

“Your brat.”

You both shake your heads. You sigh and realize how tired you are. You look to the digital clock on Johnny's bedside table. Jesus.

“I’m so sorry Johnny” you get up

“What is it?” He asks, lost

“Just look at the time! A little more and it’ll be sunrise. You need to rest after all that” you hop off the bed but Johnny grips you

“Naee. I’m fine” he whines. Truth was he was exhausted down to the bone, but this was the most affectionate you’ve ever been.

“What is it Johnny?” You sigh

“I haven’t gotten my lullaby”

You groan. You were tired too but you wanted to take care of him.

“Please Bonnie! My heart needs tae be soothed after all tha’. Ye called me nasty :(”

“You’re a big baby Mactavish”

“Aye” he shoves you back to sit on the edge of the bed. You start to lightly scratch his scalp.

“I….don’t have a song..”

“Anythin’s good”

“🎶Somebody once told me th-“

He pinches your waist

“Hahaha, okay not that one”

“…”

“Hmm….🎶we’re no strangers go love. You know the rules and so do-Ouch!”

He grumbles as you giggle

“Then what do you want baby?”

“Quit takin the piss outta me” he grunts “sing…somethin’ calmin’” You think for a bit and a song comes to mind, you think a solider like him could do some good knowing his song.

(A/N: I’m so sorry for what you’re about to sing)

“🎶There's a shadow on the wall, stay calm, stay calm 🎶

🎶There's a figure in the hall, stay calm, stay calm🎶

🎶Keep my wits and stay alive, wish I had a nine to five 🎶

🎶There's a stranger in us all, stay calm, stay calm🎶”

He relaxes and listens intently. Finally a normal song, he thinks foolishly

“🎶Every hair is on it's end, that's fine, I'm fine🎶

🎶Feeling my adrenaline, that's fine I'm fine 🎶

🎶I can keep away the creeps, safely from my swivel seats🎶 🎶Something's crawling through the vents, that's fine I’m fine🎶”

You start humming to him while scratching his head gently. He sighs and cuddles up to your waist more, rubbing his bandaged head gently against you.

“🎶In the end there's only me alright, alright 🎶

🎶 Morning sun will set me free, all right, all right🎶”

His face was calm and droopy, ready to rest his tired war used bones. He looked like he could sleep through the winter.

“🎶I spent..um…many months away from you🎶”

You hum him the tune as he falls asleep, looking peaceful.

After you’re done you sit there admiring him for a moment, seeing him home, not in one piece but home made you take the time to appreciate his presence.

You yawn, realizing that you could see the sunrise peeking from the curtains. Wow it’s late, but it’s worth it. He’s had such a rough time and deserves all the comfort you could give him. You slowly and quietly try to leave the bed, thinking he’s asleep. Only for him, the baby he is, to grip you hard and force you into bed

“Johnny!” You whine, this time whinnier than ever.

“Give me a kiss goodnight princesses”

“Johnny.”

“Please leannan? Last thing I’ll ask o’ ye and I’ll sleep” he sleepily grumbles while gripping you like a stuffed animal. You felt so….vulnerable like this. You’ve never been in his bed with him.

“Promise?”

“Aye”

“Pinky promise?” You tease

“Aye aye just gimmie a Smourich and I’ll sleep”

“Sigh”

“Please”

“Fine” you wiggle in his iron grip to lean up to him and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He smiles, eyes still closed as he settles in one last time. “Goodnight love.”

“Goodnight Johnny” you smile, moving to get out of his grip and go to b-you can’t get out.

Johnny's grip is strong around you. “Johnny?” You pipe up and wiggle to try and move away. He doesn’t budge

“Johnny.” You more firmly and look up to see his sleeping face as if he knocked out cold within seconds of getting a goodnight kiss. “Johnny!” You whine “you bastard! Let me go”

No response

“Johnnyyy!!!” You flop like a fish in his grip but nope! Too bad! You’re stuck!

“Johnny I know you’re awake I swear to god if you don’t let me go right now!”

No response but you swear he’s doing this on purpose. You groan and struggle for a few more moments till you feel a soft furry mass lay on your side, Simon. He fell asleep on the couch after the movie and a joyful (as joyful as Simon could he) reunion with Johnny. You freeze up as Simon gets comfortable, laying on you. You wouldn’t wake up a cat would you? Especially not one so grumpy and tired. No, you sit there without moving a muscle and wait. Cat owner rules.

Welp….looks like you’re sleeping in a big man’s arms tonight. The position makes you flustered but between the unconsciousness of the bastard sergeant, the softness of your cat and your sleep deprived mind body and soul. You decide fuck it and just fell asleep in your roommate’s bed. It’s cozy like this anyway. You’re knocked out cold within the minute.

AN: This is NOT the end!

[matchalovertrait]

Will the truth prevail? 🤔

Start from the beginning (Gen 2)

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NOTE: The build is by the awesome @authorspirit! One of my favorite builders ever. Seriously, I feel like I try to snatch all the builds from her 😆 Unfortunately, my screenshots didn't do the place justice. You can check it out here.

NOTE: Selene is pronounced like Seh-leh-neh. No, the "mrow" was not a typo hehe

NOTE: Imagine this whole conversation was in Spanish! Speaking of which, "Andele güey" is basically Antonio saying, "Way to go, man," in a sarcastic way or "see what you did?" I'm not really sure how to translate that directly. And before anyone comes for me, no I don't mean "andale," I do mean "andele"! That's what my family says lol

[Antonio's Apartment; Del Sol Valley, California]

[It was midnight when Antonio heard a knock on the front door... but he wasn’t expecting anybody? Before doing anything, he looked through the peephole in case it was anyone dangerous.]

[It was Yoltic! When Antonio opened the door, the guy with the red hair strutted inside and promptly handed Antonio a packed meal in a brown bag.]

YOLTIC: Uber Eats delivery!

[A puzzled Antonio placed the bag on the surface behind him.]

ANTONIO: ..Thank you for the lunch?

YOLTIC: Dulce made you vegan enchiladas. You never showed up to the party, so she asked me to bring you some. Her family and friends were asking for you.

ANTONIO: Really? I hardly talked to them.

YOLTIC: Yeah. Do you know how difficult it was to defend your absence in front of your girlfriend and in-laws? You’re welcome for that.

ANTONIO: Not my girlfriend. Not my in-laws.

SELENE: Mrow.

ANTONIO: Andele güey, you woke up the cat.

YOLTIC: Oops! Sorry, Selene.

YOLTIC: ..Listen, I wanted to talk to you.

ANTONIO: Right now?

YOLTIC: You’ve been acting weirder than usual lately.

ANTONIO: You’re not completely normal either.

YOLTIC: Don’t try to change the subject!

ANTONIO: I’m fine. You can go home now.

YOLTIC: Then why have you been hiding? You leave at the most random times.

[START FLASHBACK]

NOEMÍ: Are you sure you're not also an actor? Something about your face tells me you’re famous.

ERICK: We are near Hollywood after all!

DULCE: I see Angel and the rest of the family!

ANTONIO: Sorry to crash the party but we need to head inside now.

YOLTIC: Hey, why the rush?? 5 more minutes!

[END FLASHBACK]

ANTONIO: I have a busy schedule.

YOLTIC: Then why’d you go on Operation Fox? That’s not like you either.

ANTONIO: I couldn’t let Isabela win.

YOLTIC: I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you. And as your best friend, I think I deserve to know the truth.

ANTONIO: Truth about what?

YOLTIC: You know what I’m talking about. Weren’t you the one that said “truth prevails” in court?

ANTONIO: You know I have to say shit like that. This is a waste of time. I’m going to sleep.

YOLTIC: You haven’t been sleeping! I know you work long hours, but I can see something is bothering you. You have the day off tomorrow, anyway. Just let me help you.

ANTONIO: Nothing is bothering me!

YOLTIC: Fine! You leave me no choice!

[Yoltic handed Antonio a folded-up sheet of paper. Antonio stared at him. What the hell is this? He turned around to unfold it.]

ANTONIO: ...How did you-

YOLTIC: Now do you want to talk?

[toyboxterror]

On Little Cat Feet

Pairing(s): Shin Asakura/Reader

Contains: Gender neutral reader, no pronouns used. Pre-established relationship. Bad grammar, English isn't my first language. Wrote it for sillies, don't take it too seriously.

Summary: Shin was turned into a cat, and no one knew.

If you didn't like cats before, you sure do now.

Your eyes sparkled when you saw a fluffy and round yellow cat on your doorstep. You were on your way to visit Shin at his workplace, but the cat didn't seem want to leave you. He keeps meowing loudly at you and pawing at your feet, seeming like he was begging for something

You scooped him up in your arms and make your way to Sakamoto Store. You couldn't resist his adorableness, so you brought him with you. It's not like you had a choice (you did). You totally weren't excited to show off the ball of fluff to your friends (you obviously were).

The cat rolled his eyes, but you didn't notice it.

Lu squealed at the sight of the cat. She looked more excited towards the cat than you were. She grabbed the cat from your arms and hugged it tightly.

"Mrow...!?" The cat panicked. He tried to escape from the girl's strong grip, but neither of you noticed it.

You looked around the store, searching for a certain blond man while Lu was busy burying her face into the cat's fur. The cat had given up from his struggle and went limp, letting the girl did her thing.

"Where's Shin?" You asked as you sat beside her behind the counter.

Lu stopped rubbing her face onto the poor cat and loosened her grip. He took his chance to wriggled his way to freedom and jumped onto the counter. He meowed loudly again at the two of you, almost sounding like he was crying, but you took it as a sign that he wanted attention and pet him.

Lu huffed in annoyance, "I don't know! We were supposed to watch over the store while Miss and Mister Sakamoto attended the parent-teacher meeting with Hana. Shin had to grab some groceries, but he hadn't come back since this afternoon."

The cat wailed, even louder if it's possible. "I'm here!" He cried in cat language, "I'm right infront of you!"

On his way to the grocery store, he was ambushed by an assassin who found out his relationship with the infamous legendary ex-Assassin, Sakamoto Taro. But they threw a strange potion at him and managed to get away when they knew they couldn't beat him, which led him to... this. Your house happened to be close to the scene, so he hurriedly came over, hoping you could help him. Unfortunately, you were unable to understand him.

"Did you say Shin was missing?"

Just as Lu finished speaking, Sakamoto arrived with Aoi and Hana following behind him. "Oh dear, I hope he's alright..." Aoi said worriedly. Hana ran towards Shin excitedly and hugged him. "Kitty!" She aquealed.

Shin's energy was drained from shouting at you and Lu all day, so he just accepted his fate. He didn't have the heart to sadden his little sister anyway.

Lu smiled brightly at them, "Welcome home! Yeah, but no worries. He's probably slacking off somewhere."

Sakamoto pondered for a while before replying, "I doubt it, but I'm sure he is fine."

Shin isn't the type to slack off from his job, but he believed he's alright somewhere out there. He is strong. But Sakamoto still imagine snapping his neck at the thought of him slacking off.

Shin was terrified. His fur was standing up in vigilant, and he jumped out from Hana's grasp out of fear. He ran to you and curled up into your lap, hoping you would protect him. You were confused at his sudden behavior, but let him stay on your lap. Some of his fur started sticking on your clothes from how clingy he is, but you didn't mind. At all. You see it as a blessing from the angels.

Hana giggled and pet the trembling, scared cat, "the cat likes you a lot, [f/n]!"

Lu stared at the cat closely and sweat dropped, "doesn't he look a bit like... Shin to you?"

"He does, doesn't he!?" You answered eargerly and scratched the cat's head, "that's what makes him soooo much cuter! You're the cutest, aren't you, boy!?"

Lu showed a slight disgust on her face. More like ugly and irritating. She thought to herself. She doesn't understood your infatuation for him.

She reached out her hand to join you and Hana in petting the cat. But Shin, who still has his mind reading abilities, glared at her and hissed. He swatted her hand away with his fluffy paw, turned his head away from her as if letting out a 'hmph!' and burried himself further into your lap.

The red haired girl was hurt, utterly heartbroken at the feline's response.

She watched Shin being showered by yours and Hana's attention, then looked down sadly at the hand where the cat swatted her. "Aww... He doesn't like me anymore."

Shin jolted awake from his bed in the middle of the night, beads of cold sweat rolled down from his face. He looked down and saw his hands. Normal human hands. His hands weren't covered with fur, and there were no toe beans in sight.

He sighed in relief. It was just a dream...

He heard a rustle beside him, and he was suddenly alert.

"Hnrgh... Shin..."

He looked over and his heart stopped. It was you. You were sleeping beside him. No, he was sleeping beside you. In your bed. In your room. Just the two of you.

You two had bumped shoulders, your hands brushing against each other but never had the courage to hold them, but the both of you were never this close before.

Your hand roamed around the bed, searching for the familiar fluff. You frowned and grumbled in your sleep, "kitty... Shin..."

Shin's tensed body relaxed at the sight. It seems that you took him home with you when he was still in his cat form. He was still dreaming. At least, that was what he believed. Having you this close to him didn't feel real to him.

He lay back down and let your hands find him. When you found the warmth of his body, the corner of your lips turned upwards in satisfaction and snuggled closer to him. Your arms were wrapped tightly around him, not wanting to let him go. Shin closed his eyes, bathing in your touch.

He hoped to be able to enjoy the rest of the dream with you in it a little while longer.

Author's Note: Inspired by my conversation (rambling) with Jas ( @jasminerva ) about kitty Shin. Thanks bestie 🫶

[angels-fantasy]

Top Secret Fiction Ch. 2

First Date Jitters

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: theres a date ;) fluff, a little bit of anxiety/self consciousness on readers part. also reader has a quirk that allows them to talk to plants! it's talked about more in the next chapter

Word Count: 1.1k

previous chapter

It was now Saturday, the day of your date with Bakugou - which he told you to call him. He said Dynamight was too professional.

Since he had asked you out, the two of you had talked to each other everyday leading up to today. Sometimes even sending voice memos and photos to each other, which was nice. It was reassuring knowing it was actually him on the other side of the phone and not some random person playing a prank on you.

Currently you were getting ready for the date. He still didn't tell you where he was taking you, but he told you to dress nicely, but not over the top.

Whatever that meant.

As you added the finishing touches to your look, you smoothed down your clothing and looked yourself over in the mirror.

"I think this is okay...right?" You asked yourself.

"Mrow"

You looked at your feet and saw Cheerios standing in between them, looking up at you.

"Oh hey Cheerios!" You said and squatted down to his level, "You admiring me or what? Do I look okay?"

"Mroooww"

You giggled and lightly gripped his tail as he walked away, letting it run through your hand, "Thanks for your help."

Grabbing your phone, you looked at the time and saw that it was almost 5:30 pm, so you decided to wait in the living room until Bakugou told you he was here.

As you sat on the couch you couldn't help but bounce your leg nervously. You weren't so nervous about him being a catfish anymore, right now you were worried about how you looked.

Would he like what he sees? Would you be good enough for him? Oh god what if you get food stuck in your teeth or something. Would he even tell you?!

You didn't know how much time passed while you were wallowing in anxiety, but your phone ringing broke you out of it.

Looking at the caller ID, you saw it was Bakugou.

"Already?!" You cried, quickly composing yourself and answering the phone.

"Hi Bakugou! Are you here already?" You asked in a fake cheery tone.

"Yeah. Your place is the one with the big flower pots outside right?"

"Yep. I'll be out there right now, let me put my shoes on."

"'Kay. Bye."

"Bye!"

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and hastily put your shoes on, making sure to grab your keys.

While leaving you made sure to say bye to Cheerios, who only glanced at you from his spot on top of the couch, and to your plants who also said goodbye.

As soon as you stepped outside you locked your door and turned around to see an all black Camaro, which was probably the latest model. The windows were tinted, so you couldn't really see through them.

You walked towards the car nervously and opened the passenger door, seeing Bakugou in the drivers seat.

"Hi Bakugou, thank you for picking me up." You said as you got into the car.

Seeing him in person was much different than seeing him on TV or in photos. He didn't look bad at all, if anything he looked better. His eyes seemed to be an even brighter red in person.

He shook his head lightly, "'S no problem. You uh, you look really nice." He said quietly.

You smiled. "Thank you. I was worried I didn't dress the part, especially since you didn't tell me where we're going." You said teasingly.

He clicked his tongue and began driving. "I already told ya, it's a secret."

Laughing lightly at his words, you looked him over and his outfit. He had on a black cotton t-shirt tucked into a pair of black dress pants and a belt with a silver buckle. He was also wearing a silver chain and a very expensive looking watch to match.

Now looking at his face, you noticed that his ears were pierced. On his lobes he had diamond earrings, and a little higher up he had a helix piercing.

Cute.

"See something ya like or what?" He asked with a smirk.

Your face went hot, "Uh-sorry. I was just looking at your piercings."

He brought a hand up to his ear, fiddling with the earring. "Huh. I forgot that not everybody knows I have these. I replace them with clear piercings when I'm working."

"How long have you had them?" You asked.

"Since my third year of high school, I think. It's been a while."

The two of you continued to make small talk on the way to...wherever you were going. You were glad that he wasn't hard to talk to, considering the fact that first dates are always a little awkward.

When you finally arrived at your destination, you were expecting to see a restaurant, not a large open field of flowers with some patches of grass.

"Hey Bakugou, where are we?" You asked while looking out at the field.

"It's a flower field. You said you like them, right?" He asked as he began getting out of the car.

"Yeah, I do." You said and followed his actions. "You do realize how suspicious this is right? You're not gonna murder me or something are you?"

He smiled at you as he opened the trunk, "Nah, not until the fifth date." he said jokingly.

You laughed and watched as he lifted a large picnic basket with a folded blanket on top, out of his trunk.

"Do you need help carrying that?" You asked.

"No, just shut the trunk for me will ya?"

You did as he said and followed him into the flower field. He led you to a plain patch of grass near some flowers and began to lay out the blanket.

"A picnic date huh? I didn't peg you as the type."

"I wasn't gonna take you out somewhere with shitty food and shitty people." He sneered and motioned to the spot next to him on the blanket, telling you to sit down.

You sat down and asked, "So if the food you brought isn't shitty, where is it from?"

"I made it all." He said as you two unpacked all of the food. Now on the blanket, there were two bento boxes filled with tonkatsu, tamagoyaki, chicken karaage, and some vegetables.

There was another small box filled with onigiri. Bakugou continued unpacking the basket, handing you a bottle of water.

"Here. If you want something else to drink, I brought some sodas too. I wasn't sure what you'd want..." He trailed off, ears tinted red.

You smiled widely at him. "This is fine. Thank you Bakugou, this is really sweet and the food looks really good!"

The red on ears brightened even more, "Thanks. Just make sure to grab the green bento for yourself. The other one is spicier, since it's mine."

You hummed and grabbed the green bento box.

The date seemed to be going well so far, and you could only hope it'd stay that way.

...

next chapter

authors note

i hope you liked this chapter ! idk why but i think bakugou would be the type to take you on a picnic date, i hope you agree! also sorry for the little cliff hanger tee hee. i'm probably gonna post the next chapter in a day or two so you don't have to wait too long!

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

*a laser pointer shines on the floor in front of Treins desk during a lecture. It catches Lucius's eye, but Trein is facing the board, not noticing it, as he writes something on it.(an interaction piece, very late, and I am sorry for that, hope I'm not too late!)*

This seems like a dick move Ace would pull, so…

A Storied Past.

“The Snow Queen was the elder of two sisters in the Northern Kingdom’s royal family. While she was blessed with ice magic and had the makings of a skilled mage, her younger sister was but an ordinary human. This drove a wedge between the two, a rift which was only further exacerbated by the loss of their parents during a diplomatic trip to the Sunshine Lands…”

Trein droned on in his even, monotonous voice. Chalk struck the blackboard, scrawling out symbols and dates to accompany his lecture. (Students were half asleep, struggling to keep their eyes open.)

He paid no mind to the chaos unfolding behind his back, didn’t notice the red dot on his desk.

But Lucius did.

He launched a paw at the dot, puffing with pride at his successful capture. The cat dragged his spoils toward himself, eager to relish in it—but when he lifted his paw, there was nothing trapped under it. Lucius’s eyes boggled.

“Miao?”

The red dot reappeared, this time at the edge of Trein’s desk.

Determination filled Lucius. His tail fluffing up, he crawled closer to his target. Little by little, until he was nearly tipping off the side of the desk himself.

He fell forward, slapping both paws down to cage the dot in. His body landed with a dull THUMP, fat and fur rippling from the collision. Lucius snickered in delight. For sure, he had—

“Mrrrow!?”

The dot zoomed away at the last possible second, plunging to the carpet.

Lucius hissed in frustration.

The feline hopped down and chased after it, foregoing stealth altogether. He hopelessly dashed this way and that, following his prey wherever it went. Alas—no matter how fast he scampered, the tempting light always flitted out of reach.

“Meow… meow…!” Lucius panted.

“Ace!” Deuce harshly whispered. He sent a glare at his snickering classmate, who held a laser pointer in his gloved hand. “Stop that! You’re bullying the professor’s poor familiar. I’m feeling bad for it…”

“Quit being a killjoy, this is hilarious,” Ace shot back. Angling his device, he made the red dot race back up Trein’s desk. “Now let’s see how high this guy can ju…”

“TRAPPOLA!!”

Ace leapt in his seat, nearly dropping his laser pointer. The red light blipped out of existence.

Lucius’s face contorted with confusion. “Mrow?”

Ace hastily shoved the laser pointer beside his notebook, disguising the tool among his pencils and pens. Plastering on a wide smile, he chirped, “Yeah, prof?”

Trein eyed him from over his shoulder suspiciously. “Have you been paying attention to the lesson, or have you and Spade been chatting it up this entire period?”

“We were totally listening!” Ace insisted. “If you happened to hear us talking, it was only cuz we were sooo into the material. We started to speculate on our own, y’know? Real riveting stuff you’re teaching here!”

Deuce stared blankly at him. “What? That’s not what we were… OUCH!!” He winced at the hard kick Ace delivered to his leg under the desk.

“Is that so? Then surely you will be able to answer my question.” Trein stiffly folded his arms. “Tell me, what is the name of the prince from the Southern Isles who proposed to the Snow Queen’s younger sister?”

“Oh, that! Uh… Gee, gimme a sec to check my notes and I’ll get back to ya!” (His notes were, in fact, blank.)

Trein’s expectant stare bore into him. “Well? I’m waiting.”

Ace gulped.

He was really in it now.

[officialabortive]

Katsuki was well aware that you had a cat. You'd mentioned your feline companion to him a few times in passing during conversation. Naturally, he didn't think much of it. You had a cat, so what?

Yeah, it turns out your cat is a little shit

Katsuki was headed back to the agency, just having finished patrol when you'd crossed paths.

He'd approached from behind with arms folded over his broad chest as he awaited your acknowledgement. Only huffing with his signature irritated scowl when you kept walking, clueless to his presence.

"Oi"

Now that more than gained your attention. You whipped around, the shock causing you to reflexively swing at whatever spooked you. Successfully landing a punch to the hero's solar plexus.

The fact that he barely flinched didn't go unnoticed, neither did the looks you were receiving from passing civilians.

"Katsuki what the fuck"

He wore a teasing smirk, clearly amused with your reaction.

"Just finished patrol. Wanted 't see what you're up to"

"Well I was on my way home before I got scared shitless" you paused, thinking things over. "But if you're done working, you should come with me. If you're free that is."

You fumbled with your keys, trying to unlock the door to your fourth floor apartment. Letting out a breath when you finally got the door to swing open, colliding with the wall a bit too aggressively.

You and Katsuki had been dating for a little while now, over 5 months. But this was the first time he's ever seen your apartment. Sure, he's been there the times he'd walk you home or take you out, but he's never actually been inside.

Katsuki placed his gauntlets beside his shoes, before slowly stalking toward you. He knew how much you loved how he looked in his hero attire, and you were past avoiding staring. Now shamelessly eyeing him down as he approaches, running your hands down his torso, stopping to rest at his hips. His own hands slid under your shirt, running up and down your back before placing both hands on your chest

MROW

All attention got ripped away from him as your cat came prancing in, coming to rub in your legs

"Oh hello! I missed you too"

Katsuki glared down at the cat you were giving so much love to. Love that you should be giving to him right now

"Fucking cockblock"

This continued throughout the day. Whenever he got close to you on the couch, the cat would jump up between both of you. His hand would get swatted away by a fuzzy paw when it rested on your plush thighs.

Slit pupils were always on him, waiting for him to make a move. And he always shot back a glare of his own. He is Dynamite for fuck sake. One of Japan's most powerful heroes, not a force to be reckoned with. He refuses to lose to someone who shits in a box.

He makes that clear once you leave to go to the bathroom.

"Listen up fuckface. You better back the hell off because you can't get rid of me"

Pt2

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𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 :/ 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚐

“No, go away.” 

“Mrow.”

“Stop it.”

“Mrooow.”

"Go awaaaayy."

"..."

“She likes me more than you, you know.” Satoru says seriously.

Big hazel eyes stared up at him. A fluffy tail swished. There are no thoughts behind those eyes, he observed. Only hunger.

“Yeah, she does.” He said insistently. The tail swished again while he protectively held his bowl closer to his chest. He didn’t care one single bit if he looked ridiculous.

He'd already had to get up from his comfortable spot on the couch when she tried to launch herself at him, dodging her as she followed him around. 

"You look like a gremlin, and it's after midnight, so you definitely aren't getting any." He said seriously, like she was listening at all, let alone understood him.

Satoru wasn’t really a cat person. He didn’t mind them, but preferred the energy and general enthusiasm to see him that dogs had. However, he didn’t have the kind of time to dedicate to being a proper dog owner, and you, as his girlfriend who was actually home the most, loved cats.

He admittedly does like how soft they are and how funny it looks when they sit like a little loaf of bread.

He does not like how they try to steal his ice cream.

“Back off, Latte!” He did not feel ridiculous at all for taking a defensive stance against a 10lb animal.

He lifted the bowl over his head, as if there was even the possibility she could have reached it while he was already standing up. But he’s not stupid. He fights this battle almost every night with varying desserts and she is crafty. 

He’s never owned a cat before, obviously (he didn’t have any pets growing up because he never had time, always training training training), so he wasn’t aware they even ate people food. He definitely didn’t consider that one might overcome their own skittishness for whipcream. 

He gets it though.

“This is mine, as in, for me only. You don’t get any.” He also was not even remotely embarrassed to be arguing seriously with a cat that was stretched up his leg like she was going to climb her way to his dessert.

“Gah! These are expensive, you know.” He gritted out when he felt claws digging into his thigh through the fabric of his pants. 

“Meoow!” 

“Stop looking at me like that! You can’t have it!”

Just as he was considering the pros and cons of shaking his leg to get her off him, you were there, swooping up the silly animal and holding her like a baby. 

“Y’know, you could’ve been eating your ice cream this whole time, instead of trying to convince her to leave you alone,” You say, smiling, “I don’t think even you can get a cat to go away when they don’t want to.”

He made a grumbling sound, not agreeing with you, just turning his back and stuffing his face like a chipmunk. 

You reached around to swipe a finger through the whipcream and he glared over his shoulder at you when you let the cat lick it off your finger.

"...you don't let me do that." He pouted.

You looked at him flatly while your cat tried to squirm out of your arms, "Just hurry up and finish it, goof."

He manically scooped the remains into his mouth, making you laugh when he actually licked the bowl.

“Why don't you ever turn use infinity?” You asked with a raised brow, amused, as he took his dishes to the kitchen.

His mouth opened but no words came out. He blinked. "I have no idea."

he secretly liked the nightly battle. he called it 'bonding.'

[maryland-no-rabies]

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cat onesie has no tail and I think this is a crime.