#cats-and-confusion you made this possible thank you lol

[chilfucked]

is this anything

[queen-of-elves]

Getting caught cuddling with General Hux and taking the blame saying you were the one being clingy but really it was him lol the man is like a needy cat and the purring (smooching noises) gave you away

you can honestly go in any direction you want with this. i just thought it'd be a fun lil idea to base off

Getting caught

A/ N: I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOOU!! I am telling you Hux is always going to be this soft and touch starved man that I adore plus I am in my Hux era obsession so this request was soooo sooooooo perfect

A/N 2.0: I also made it so that their relationship was not official yet hopefully that’s no problem

Word count: over 1.8K

Warning: affection?? Lol and cursing as always, also not proofread

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General Armitage Hux was a man of strict discipline and undeniable loyalty to the First Order, you have admired these qualities of his since the first day you had the luck to be under his command. There was just something so interesting about him which exceeded even beyond him becoming one of the youngest generals in the First Order history. So it made you a one lucky individual when he set his eyes on you.

You really hoped his secretive glances were interpreted by others as an angry stare at a subordinate or just his regular cold and stern glare because today was awfully full of these glances. It was a miracle that no one has yet figured out this weird arrangement between the two of you. No, you were not dating, at least none of you verbally stated it. But by the time the two of you had already made out in a random maintenance room or closet for the second time that week it was obvious. Something was cooking between the two of you and obviously keeping it secret as much as was humanly possible was an unsaid rule.

It would be a lie to say you knew exactly how it all started. You just knew that one thing led to another and you and the handsome general Hux ended up passionately kissing in one of the empty corridors of the Finalizer. But this all is a tale for another day.

This time it wouldn’t be any different, you were following the commanding officer throughout the left part of the flagship’s corridor and discussing the next plans after the last mission. Nothing out of ordinary, just a normal conversation in the middle of the day, you were afterall one of the main strategists on the flagship in the command of Armitage Hux so it was expected of you to have frequent interactions with him. However, today felt very different to you, if you didn’t count the stares throughout the day, Armitage was still acting jittery and unconcentrated which was highly unlike him. 

Did something happen?

You couldn’t help but feel concern for the wellbeing of your general. In fact you were so lost in your thoughts over it, you haven’t even realized that you have just confirmed a false statement about one of the missions from last week. And then it happened again and again, discussion containing false information soon turned into one about even nonexistent missions planned for the next few days. A confusion slowly crept on your face, did you prepare data for the wrong missions? 

What is he talking about?

And then it hit you. He was furiously looking behind you, checking the corridor before spinning on his heel and glancing down the other side of the hall. You two were the only one or so it seemed since you couldn’t hear any steps or talking except for Hux who was still going on about the fake mission. When his inspection of the hall was done and he seemed fairly satisfied, snatching your hand and dragging you to the door of what you deemed to be some sort of maintenance room was the next step in his plan. 

So before you could react properly he smashed the lock on the side of the door causing the door to open widely and pushed you in. You had no time to even recognize what the room actually contained before the door closed behind the both of you, plugging you into a darkness. It took a bit for your eyes to adjust and it also got worse when he placed his hands on your shoulders, spinning you around to face him. You couldn’t make out any specific details of his face but he still looked so handsome to you. 

Armitage truly was a being above all in your eyes, handsome, disciplined and incredibly smart, too smart for his own good sometimes and this man, this stupidly handsome man was now kissing you. His hands rested on your cheeks and lips on yours and you felt once again as in ecstasy, just like you were drug to him, he was to you.

He slowly backed you to the nearest wall until your back hit it and then it all really started. His kisses went across your whole face, starting at a temple on one side, stopping momentarily to kiss you furiously and ending at the jaw across before he gave himself the time to properly breathe. This was what you loved about kissing with him, how out of breath he would get, it was as if he couldn’t get enough of you and it made you feel eternal.

There was nothing explicitly sexual about this, nothing beyond simple makeout, no great sinful desire at least this time. And if there was anything in it, it was all about comfort, the comfort you brought to him and you could feel it radiate from him. He needed the comfort you provided, that only you could provide.

This time he nudged his face into the croak of your neck and inhaled slowly while squeezing you in a tight hug as if he was afraid you would turn into mist and disappear from his arms.

With Hux it wasn’t just about the kissing, the cuddling was also very prominent and you were pretty sure oftentimes Armitage enjoyed the cuddling much more than he would ever admit. At this point in his life this man was just beyond touch starved and if he would let you, you would give him hugs any time he wanted. It made you so happy to see him smile after every quick kiss or just slight touch of hands that got unnoticed by others. You truly loved making him happy and it felt like he was on the same note with you. 

Armitage was also decently vocal, actually he was the most vocal guy you have ever been with, you noticed it the first time the two of you made out in his office. The little moans that escaped his mouth and oh my, you would be a goddamn liar if you said you didn’t enjoy every second of the sound he would make. Whenever it was caused by you hugging him or kissing the hell out of him.

His mouth felt like it was everywhere, that HE was everywhere and you couldn’t get enough of it. Armitage’s hand moved from your shoulder to your hip while the other sneaked on the small of your back, gripping the hip and bringing you again so close you could hardly breathe. Both of your chests were now touching but even without his mouth touching you, you felt the excitement accumulating between your bodies. 

You have now noticed his vibrant red hair all out of place, you quite liked the disheveled look on him, and the buttons of his uniform sat loose, he must have unfasten some of them while he dragged you to this room and in between the kisses. But instead of kissing you again he nuzzled his face into your neck again while humming slowly. He was contend, purring like a cat onto your neck and chest. You hope for this moment to never end, to just simply cuddle him until you die.

However, the whole moment shattered with the heavy door sliding open with a long whoosh sound. The both of you stood frozen for agonizingly long, hoping whoever opened the door would either not notice you, which was very unlikely considering you were an eyesore in the now lit room, or pretend to not notice you. In those excruciatingly drawn-out seconds you have noticed a blush creeping on Armitage's face but even that image ripped out of your mind by a stammering voice of a much more embarrassed officer.

“I-I am so sor-rry, SIR. I d-din’t know that- I heard a we-weird sound and I thought-” Oh god, the two of you must have been really loud if they could hear you through the door. And on top of that you were pretty sure that officer wouldn’t keep his tongue behind their teeth after what they saw.

“Get OUT!” Armitage's voice echoed through the room silencing the officer. 

You couldn’t see his face, his silhouette was illuminated by the hall's light still present in the room after the officer just ran for his life, leaving the door open. And there was a certainty the officer wouldn’t escape the punishment Armitage was already making in that smart head of his.

When he finally turned to you, you could see his face seeping red, the tips of his ears caressed with blush just like his cheeks and neck. He wasn’t looking at you, instead his wide eyes rested a few meters before your feet on the metal floor. Half of his face was obscured by his left hand which was holding his mouth in a tight grip. If it weren’t for the blush you would have thought he was contemplating his life choices or maybe he really was and maybe this was it. You knew Armitage was a man of a great reputation and to taint it with a flirt with one of his subordinates was unforgivable.

“I hoped it wouldn’t get out so soon.” A stoic mask was placed again on his face, the one he sported when he commanded on the bridge, when he was back in his role, unforgiving and with no mercy for failure. You did enjoy seeing him like that, full of pride and in his element but you also enjoyed how he would hold your hand while kissing your cheeks softly. The duality of this man surely would be the death of you one day and maybe this was the day.

“It seems it’s official then-” Your voice interrupted him.“What’s official?” Your heart was pounding so hard against your rib cage you were afraid it might leave bruises, you were too nervous to care for formalities now. This could be either exciting news or a soul crushing one.

“Us, obviously.” He stated, while he still hasn't noticed your nervous expression and your eyes following his every move before the realization came crashing down on you.

Oh.

This time you could hear the heavy steps, it obviously wasn’t an officer, probably a stormtrooper but you still didn’t expect Phasma, the stormtrooper captain, to appear in the still open door, her stare unrecognized by you thanks to her helmet, causing Armitage to turn his back on you again.

“Captain Phasma, I apologize it’s my fault I-” This time it was your general interrupting you.

“Yes, your choice of location to inform me of classified information is-,” Armitage turned back to you, shooting you an unidentifiable look,“ maybe next time choose my office. People could get the wrong idea, officer.” It seemed to be the end of the conversation or at least Phasma deemed it as one since she turned ready to leave while informing general Hux of new details about her mission. However, before both of them could exit the room you caught Armitage shooting you a smirk.

“Yes, sir.” You whispered with a small smile painted on your lips.

Oh god, that man was truly going to be the death of you.

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

Hello! I wanted to start off by saying thank you for your digitigrade humanoid references, they've been super helpful for drawing my sheep-satyr oc!

I was wondering though, do you have any resources for writing nonhuman creatures? Specifically when referencing the nonhuman aspects of them. For example I have this sentence that goes:

"I jumped to my hooves."

I don't have any frame of reference for this :/ so when I'm writing my oc talking about what she does with the sheep half of her body it sounds kind of off.

I looked on Youtube and online and just saw "Do some world building and give your nonhuman characters human traits," which isn't what I'm looking for.

Kindest Regards-

oh I am doing so much of this in my own writing. I think the trickiest part for me is that I'm trying to also add in the detail that most of the people species don't smile the way humans do, with exposed teeth and a wide mouth being more of a fear/threat response rather than a happy expression. so I keep having to force myself to describe happy expressions in different ways! this is quite challenging, for obvious reasons lol.

but beyond that, honestly I like to just focus on using their non-human body parts to help enhance their body language. my porcine orcs and gnomes wiggle their snouts. anyone with large ears can move them as an expressive body part. tails do all sorts of things!

I think using the phrase "I jumped to my hooves" works just fine! it shows the reader that your character has hooves. The hardest part of course is figuring out how to introduce the character's appearance as early as possible to avoid too much confusion. Looking at my own writing, opening on a scene of a gnomish character, I didn't mention her ears until a few paragraphs in, and her hooves didn't get mentioned until several paragraphs after that. I'm still trying to scan through and find where I introduce her snout lol. it's really hard! and sometimes just using illustrations is unfortunately not possible.

But I think as long as you remember to mention different body parts when they're relevant and using them in the general body language, you'll be just fine. A few things I've been doing with this gnomish character include:

mentioning that she catches a pebble between her cloven toes

using her snout as an expressive body part

writing scenes where she needs to have her hooves trimmed because they grow perpetually

writing scenes where she files down her tusks, because she's also a quarter orc and has some recessive genes that cause tusk growth in amab gnomes, so filing her tusks is one part of how I explore her relationship with her body and gender as a trans woman

I also have elves with long monkey-like tails, though I give them tail expression more similar to cats. Teeth can also be an important expressive body part, when applicable! baring sharp canines or moving one's head and mouth in a way that puts a large pair of tusks on full display is a great way to show things like fear, intimidation, or anger.

you can also study the body language of whatever animal you're using for reference, like sheep, and apply those details to the way you describe your character!

here is an article about sheep behaviors for reference!

and a few quotes with non-human body language from my own rough draft:

“K’arik is the one I’m worried for, not myself,” Morianon murmured, flicking his wings nervously. Evarin nodded, wrapping her arm around her husband’s waist. “I’m worried for him too.” They walked in silence, gravel and bark chips crunching under their feet as they made their way up the road. Evarin spread her hoofed toes with every step, willing a stone to catch between them. A cold pebble lodged itself in the crease between her toes just as they turned up the path to her parents’ door.

The stranger bent low, pushing their enormous three-toed feet over the threshold, ducking their head and reaching forward to pull themself inside. “What’s going on?” He-esh squinted and frowned. “Elkha, tell me what’s going on.” He tapped Th’elir’s arm, but she too had been caught by surprise and only mumbled as she tried to explain. Evarin stepped back towards K’arik, eyes wide. She glanced at her mother and saw her own shocked expression mirrored right back. As the stranger grunted and half-crawled through the low door, she saw her father escape the crowd and hurry to join her. “Can you believe—“ he whispered, but Tawei shushed him. The stranger’s body blocked the whole door as they finally fit themself through it and stood up. Even inside, they had to bend their neck to avoid the rafters, towering over the tallest orcs in the room. Four hooved feet, holding a body so heavy they sunk into the packed dirt floor. Legs as tall as a gnome. They wore layers of woven cloth, all green and brown and cedar red in beautiful leafy patterns, draped over their uncanny body that seemed to have two sets of ribs. Their arms were just skinnier versions of their forelegs, Evarin noticed. She could barely see their face in the shadows by the rafters. Morianon could see them better, perched above everyone else. His feathers shivered as the stranger noticed him, catching and holding his gaze. Their mouth was tense, their long ears laid flat against their head. Morianon glanced away and found Evarin’s eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. “Forgive me,” the stranger said, bringing the murmur of the crowd to a dead hush, “for not announcing my arrival ahead of time.” They walked carefully forward, every step remarkably delicate for someone so massive. “I came to deliver my herd’s respects to you, He-esh.” “Oh? Ah, no, I do know you,” He-esh sat up with Th’elir’s help, clearing his throat. “Or perhaps this is an old man’s dying dream. Are you a spirit?” he laughed, “I never thought I’d live to see a centaur enter my village. I suppose it would have to happen on the last day of my life, wouldn’t it?” He smiled up at the centaur and welcomed them forward with an open hand.

Despite the difficulty, Kouto looked oddly chipper for an early morning and sat down in a hurry, tail curling playfully.

“I remember when he was a kid,” Nanji said, shaking his head, “he had a lot of potential. Shame to see him grow up into such a stubborn and angry fellow.” He passed the tray to Jen who set it on the central table. “I hate to blame anyone but him for his change of heart, but we all know it happened after he got married and moved to that other clan up north.” “He was very annoyed that He-esh wanted to die by song instead of the usual orcish tradition,” Mori said, “Kept giving Evarin nasty looks.” He ruffled his feathers and sat a little closer to his wife. “I was too nervous to pay him any mind,” Evarin assured him. Ikar’s irritated gaze had added to the nervousness, she admitted to herself, but it had been among the least of her worries.

Leaving the bedroom, Evarin was momentarily startled by the looming figure of Ikar at the hearth. She had been in such a hurry, she hadn’t noticed him on her way in. He gave her a sideways glance, lightly swirling the cup in his hand. “At’ali’s granddaughter, aren’t you?” he muttered. “That’s right.” Evarin tensed up defensively. Ikar humphed. “You look nothing like as’el. Must take after your father’s side more.” He sipped his drink and went quiet, turning away from her. Evarin’s snout wrinkled and grew hot, but she left the house without another word, shaking off his comment and breathing deep in the fresh air.

[swtnrcmnt]

୨୧ — s.r x singer!r; headcanons (2)

some more to feed into your daydreams ! thank u to honeybeespam for making the funniest reblog 😭🤍 enjoy !

- i left the other one off with hearing a sad song, but if you release something like “pov” by ariana grande (which lyrically is so beautiful it makes me wanna cry bc why can’t i have that) like because it gets so popular it’s playing everywhere and the team is having a field day teasing spence :((

- it’s basically canon that he mainly listens to classical music, imagine reader puts strings in her music and he’s just like I LOVE THIS

- mathematically breaks down the chords, beats, and tempo of the song lol

- singer!reader is rich as hell which = big house. he comes over and just sees this massive space that could be transformed into a library and is like “i’m moving in.”

- showing him red carpet outfits asking for his opinion but you still can’t choose because he thinks every single one is stunning >:(

- kittens everywhere because he finally has enough space to adopt some and somebody to watch them while he’s on a case (he’s a cat person, idc what anyone says)

- also as i said in the previous hc’s, she most likely moves in with him in dc, simply because it’s possible for her to work in somewhere that’s not la and would prefer to be home when spencer’s home

- elaborating on the freaky sound bites 🤭: picture those tiktok edits with reid’s breathing and whimpering in the background but she uses it in the instrumental of a song and only he knows about it ehehehehe

- if singer!reader does some acting on the side, best believe he watches every single movie she’s in the second it hits theatres ! supportive bf things

- lmfao her showing him edits or tiktoks her fans made of him and again, he’s flattered but extremely confused and concerned by their comments and captions. bless his heart :’)

- she probably has a lot of celebrity friends and penelope screams at spencer like “:o why didn’t you tell me that you were meeting a whole group of a-listers???”

- hates hearing people talk crap about you. he knows you’re numb to it because it’s the part that literally comes with fame: hate. but he can’t help it because he knows you personally and it hurts his feeling to hear people dislike you :(

- mr technophobe who buys all your album vinyls and gets them for free from you

- sending the team pr packages of merch and new stuff you launch !! and spencer wearing the hoodies you send him 24/7 and taking sm pride in it !

- filming tiktoks with him. even if he’s not exactly in the frame it could just be him adding a little cute comment to whatever you’re wearing :)

- is super super careful about telling people personal stuff about you especially because you’re globally known and have paparazzi on u left and right

- anytime there’s a particularly sadder song on an album he’s like “is this about me :(“ because he’s so so scared of fucking up and losing you

- the fear is also like 10x worse because he knows that if you two break up, it’ll be publicly displayed and he will literally see your face everywhere and hear your name all the time if you get with somebody new

- no no no cause, prison reid… and he has to take you off the visiting list because the guys around him keep making weird comments about you :’(

- a lot of really good angsty songs came out of those three months though hehe 🤭

here’s part one ! part three

that’s all i can think about right now ! hope u like :)

again, this reblog is everything to me 🫂🫧

[mammoney-22]

Found this in my drafts so here lol

Headcanon that my MC is straight up an animal magnet. Almost every time they go out, they come back with something. As a result HOL is always crawling with critters they're trying to find homes for -and a few permanent residents because someone got too attached.

Minor edits made May 31st. Mainly grammatical stuff.

At first a few of the brothers were pretty fed up. But anytime a threat of any kind was made towards the animals MC just appeared out of thin air with the most terrifying expression on their face.

*random goat that followed them home, currently eating Beel's snacks -package and all*

Beel, about to lose his shit: How would you feel if I ate you?!

MC leaning into the room, smiling: I'll replace your snacks, but touch the goat and I'll make a real nice roast outta you.

Beel and the goat actually became bffs after this.

Satan sitting in the common room, book in one hand, scruffed puppy in the other: This is the last time you interrupt my reading you little runt!

MC wrapping their arms around his neck from behind, whispering softly: Put the puppy down, Satan.

Satan, slowly setting the pup back on the couch: When- how- ?!

MC: I was summoned.

He still thinks cats are better, but he definitely cried when the puppy left.

Mammon gently yeeting a rabbit (did not hurt it dw) when he caught it eating his money: That's not lettuce ya dumb furball!

*turning around and seeing MC in the doorway*

Mammon: M-MC, um.. when did you get here?

MC, scooping up the rabbit: I mean this in the nicest way possible because I love you, throw her again, and I'll burn every Grimm of yours that I can find ❤

*Mammon.exe has stopped responding because they said they loved him while also threatening him*

He's not turned on or confused thank you

Won't admit he likes the bunny but MC catches him dressing her up in little yellow tinted sunglasses and gold chains like two days later.

*MC regularly comes to dinner with a snake wrapped around their neck or arms, sometimes a lizard tucked in their hoodie pocket, or some strange insect/arachnid perched on their shoulder*

Levi:

Simply stops functioning because not only are you nice to him, but you seem to appreciate the more widely considered 'strange' creatures as much as he does

Generally asks to hold said creature

And take pictures -of you holding the thing obviously

You just.. look so much cooler than him! Obviously.

Mammon:

Poor baby nearly shits himself when you sit next to him and he realizes there's some horrifying, eight legged, kitten-sized thing clinging to your shoulder

He tries to ignore it but he's leaning away from you the entire meal

"Ain't ya afraid of anything, human?!"

Lucifer:

Sincerely doesn't fucking care anymore.

He tried being mad for so long and you just ignored it

I mean, animals at the dinner table? C'mon MC.

Fuck it.

At least your little creatures are less rowdy than his brothers

Asmo

Do you care about him at all?!

Fear isn't good for him

Nor are gross things.

And that spiny, hissing thing clinging to your forearm was the definition of his bane

Satan

Thoroughly amused with his brother's reactions

Finds your creatures fascinating

Not fazed when one makes its way across the table and up his arm

This causes Asmo to nearly faint as the thing becomes much closer to him

Satan obviously shoves it in his face

Till MC basically rips his head off

They're delicate, he gets it now

Please stop lecturing him it's kinda scary

And hot?

[enheeki]

beautiful stranger | y.jungwon

pairing: jungwon x reader

genre: fluff !

wc: 726

synopsis: how you ended up on the train early in the morning still confuses you too. meeting a cute boy was also not something you thought would happen.

a/n: "innocent crush on the morning commute", this fic was inspired by the song beautiful stranger by laufey ! it's been so long since i last posted on here. i didn't really plan on posting on here very often (and still don't lol), but i had this idea and had the motivation to write something. i hope you enjoy it<3

you don’t know how you got there, but your body was on autopilot. it was like your legs had a mind of their own. you found yourself at the subway station. you didn’t really know where you wanted to go, but you bought a ticket anyway. 

the train made a loud screech as it came to a full stop. the doors opened and you walked into the train. it was a fairly quiet morning. there weren't as many people as you thought there would be. there were a few people on the train already. since it wasn’t crowded, it was easy finding a seat. 

you sat down and pulled out your phone. the woman on the intercom said something, but it was drowned out by the sound of your music. the train started to move and you sat back and relaxed.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

looking up from your phone, you made eye contact with the person sitting across from you. he looked to be around 19 years old. brown hair, and boba like eyes. he smiled at you, and your heart almost stopped. he had such an innocent smile; you could’ve sworn you saw a dimple too. you smiled back, not to be rude, and he seemed pleased.

he looked back down at his phone and started typing away. you didn’t want to look away, but you knew it was rude to stare at people. you looked back down at your phone too, although, every now and then, you’d sneak glances at him.

something about him was drawing you in. you weren’t exactly sure what it was about him. maybe it was his dimple showing through as he smiled. or maybe it was the way he chuckled after watching a short cat video on his phone. he was cute. he still had a small smile on his face as he scrolled through his phone. he looked up once again, and you immediately looked away. 

the train was slowing down as the lady on the intercom announced the next stop. embarrassed from being caught staring, and as naturally as possible, you got up from your seat. the doors opened and you sped walked out not looking back. 

“hey, wait up!”

you turned around and noticed the boy got out of the train as well. you stopped walking and stared back at him, puzzled, as he jogged towards you. 

finally catching up, he stopped in front of you and pulled out his phone. “i didn’t know if i would ever see you again so…”

you looked down at his phone, his phone app open, then back up at him confused. “oh i’m sorry…” he chuckled, a hint of pink appeared on his cheeks as he continued, “can i have your number? i just… i thought you were really pretty and when you smiled back at me i… yeah…” 

you noticed him fidgeting with his jacket sleeve. he looked rather small in his jacket since it seemed a bit oversized. it was cute. feeling a bit nervous, he bit his lip. with longing eyes, he waited for a response. 

you gave him a soft smile “sure.” you grabbed his phone and started typing in your number. he let out a sigh of relief, “thank you!” he said, his eyes lighting up. his dimple popped out again, and you felt as if your heart just melted. 

you gave him back his phone and he called your number. your phone started to ring so he ended it. “save my number! maybe we can go out for some coffee or something?” you watched as he typed your name in as ‘subway girl’

“i’d like that,” you said, feeling a bit shy. this was the last thing you thought would happen. you weren’t at all expecting to get someone’s number. hell, you didn’t even know why or how you ended up on the train in the first place.

“i’ve gotta go, i’ll text you!” he said as he started heading back towards the incoming train. he did a little fist pump in the air, and you laughed under your breath.

“wait! i didn’t catch your name!” you yelled out. you walked towards him. you didn't notice the station get a bit more crowded while you were having your little interaction with him.

he smiled, his dimple showing once again. “jungwon. my name’s jungwon.” 

[blimbo-buddy]

The cruel reality of wanting kittypet lore to be as extensive as warrior lore.

Thank goodness you exist though! You make better lore for these housecats than the warriors ever did.

One of my kittypet lore and little idea for Kittypet Kingdom is that house cats worship the sun and the sky while in contrast to warriors worshipping the stars and the moon for their ancestors.

The kittypets are innovators. They followed behind man and their inventions and were treated as traitors for adapting and moving on.

That would give more of a reason to kittypet and clan cat xenophobia. Kittypets are underestimated for choosing the easy life, but they have resources. They have the smarts and ingenuity to make the impossibility into reality.

*flipping through pages my own lore*

I made Kittypets discover how to use fire and make torches. How to catch fireflies and create light sources and, more importantly, how to hide their scents and hide away, considering how clan cats are so reliant on their sense of smell, why not mess with them and use it against them?

What do you think? I think I can call myself Kittypet Enjoyer #2 lol

Ah man, thanks dude! I'm glad that my Kittypet stuff stands out a lot!

With a series that is specifically centered around this outside group of cats aka the clans, it's no wonder that the Kittypets (Or any non-clan group) never get much lore. But, that doesn't mean that you can't be a tad bit disappointed over how little everything else is built upon.

I really like the worship that you have in Kittypet Kingdom! I think it's also interesting that the sky is what gives home to the stars, the sun is what gives the moon it's shine, without them, the stars and moon would be nothing. Kittypets worship the sky and sun while the Clans worship the stars and moon. Lots of interesting symbolism within this idea alone!

It also makes a ton of sense for the Kittypets/General Twolegplace cats to be genius innovators, when you're around humans all the time for that long, you start to mimic what they do and you learn knowledge that was previously thought to be exclusive to humans. You also bring up an interesting idea/point that the clans do not like them for this, it really hammers in the fact that the clans are stuck in the past, stuck in their own stubborn and hurtful minds that they see anything new as being treacherous and "against the code/will of starclan". The clan cats see it as a reason to hate them, but we see it as an insight into how unwilling they are towards change.

And that totally makes a lot of sense with how Kittypets learnt how to use fire+craft torches! Again, they're around humans all the time, so how could they not gain some type of knowledge in something that the clans are so deathly afraid of? I love the idea of them catching fireflies for light sources, it's such a fun concept and admittedly, I like the idea of the clans seeing that and thinking "Hm. That's our idea now". The stuff with Twolegplace cats hiding and messing with scents is a really well thought out idea, this also gave me an idea that Twolegplace cats will sometimes mess with how they smell, sometimes they might roll around in a place where a dog may have sat/slept to confused a clan cat, possibly even scare them away so that they aren't bothered when venturing into the forest territories.

I really, really enjoy these ideas a ton! They provide something really fascinating and adds onto the table scraps of info/culture we get of Twolegplace, all of them. I'd say you earned that goddamn title of Kittypet Enjoyer #2!

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Aww they're getting along again. They've gotten over their scare. Dabi trusts Shig's hurt enough to be more careful around him.

Dabi bullying Shigaraki into taking care of himself will always be funny. "No, you are going to take care of yourself you dumbass, now eat." Lol

Aww cat carsickness.

Lol imagine if Shig asked about what foods are safe for cats to eat. He'd have a heart attack because Onigiri has eaten a shit ton of all of it. Actually the vet would probably panic too. While Dabi just tilts his head and meows innocently.

...so does Dabi just not look around when he's human. Does he really not notice that some things are actually red? Or is he also colorblind as a human?

He's just dumb isn't he? Yeah, that tracks.

Ick AFO always gives the ick. Is there a possibility that he knows Dabi's not just a cat? There's no way he doesn't know about magic and the connection to Quirks. But can he tell with Dabi? I hope not.

Heh, Dabi getting angry on Bakugou's behalf and not knowing how he feels about Shoto. I love how there are differences between how he feels about Shoto between fics. It's refreshing. He's got some mixed feelings about it, and that feels realistic.

Dabi doing the zoomies over Stain? He's being a fanboy and it's adorable. He really believes that he and Shig can get along. Oh I'm scared for the interaction.

Oh, it wasn't awful. That's a nice change of pace. Dabi still fanboying and Duster just being slightly annoyed and also confused. He's just accepted that his cat is a weirdo demon. Stain likes Onigiri. That's weirdly adorable. In a good way.

The deal is an interesting way to go about it. Especially with the clashing ideals. They made it competitive.

Shig saved him too?! He doesn't want to lose his one (potential, halfway, kinda) ally. Cue Dabi being a fanboy again lol. That's actually really cute. Duster just really doesn't want those medicine bars does he?

"pretentious asshole" lol. Although Stain does have a point. And that's eventually going to carry into the League. He will build a group of people that follow him and not AFO. Although whether Dabi is a part of that League remains to be seen. (I will not beg for answers. I will not beg for answers. I WILL NOT BEG FOR ANSWERS!)

OH! How could I forget? Dabi demanding a drink and Kurogiri just being like ???? Shig just once again, accepting that Onigiri is a weirdo. (But it's his weirdo cat, so you better leave him alone)

Dabi getting comfortable enough to sleep in the bed. He's not quite intruding anymore, even though Shig thinks he's a cat. It's gonna become a habit. We all know it.

Anyways, I'ma go reread it again, and then notice all the little details. Or I'll do that tomorrow and actually get some sleep tonight. That's probably a good idea.

Dabi and Shigaraki are healing!! They are doing their best to take care of each other! Shigaraki saw the possibility of destroying something innocent, that trusted him, and that cared for him because of his immaturity and anger and realized that brashness could destroy so many other parts of his life too and now he's doing his best to not let those negative qualities lead him. He's already a very different person now than he was in canon before he met Stain, and I wanted to reflect that in their meeting!

Thanks so much for commenting!

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hello!! I saw you were doing match ups and that's so cool! I was hoping to participate if that's okay! Could I possibly get both male and female matchup? No poly please !

I'm nonbinary but i am physically fem, 5'5, with a bright red mullet that's like sorta grown out? Soft looking. My fashion sense tends to vary depending on my mood. Goth one day, cottagecore the next type of thing. One thing that's always a constant is my spiky earrings, kinda like the Fangs preset from the game! Necklace and my two bracelets. If I ever take them off I feel disgusting and off

Positive personality traits wise, I'm caring and selfless. I tend to be pretty cheerful and optimistic, goofing off. I think I'm smart? The most basic things tend to confuse me but then I'll bust out some complex knowledge lmao. I'm pretty creative too! I create stuff out of basically trash lol. I made a whole shield and sword sheath from recycled cardboard once.

Negative traits wise, I'm overly selfless, tending to put others before me. I'm very forgetful but thats cause of adhd. I can be messy and far too loud. Oblivious to a lot of things. I'm a big scaredy cat too which makes it hard to enjoy some stuff. I also tend to hide my negative emotions

My love language is definitely quality time and gift giving. Heavy on gift giving.

I have all kinds of hobbies but I'm not particularly good at any of them. Like video games, writing, arts and crafts, painting. And active stuff too like skateboarding. But uh. To be completely honest my main hobby is just sleeping forever lmfao

Likes: savory foods, coffee, aesthetic stuff, all kinds of animals, dressing up, reading, anything adrenaline inducing like rollercoasters, rainstorms

Dislikes: i cant eat any kind of fish/seafood I will gag, spiders, snakes, being vulnerable, people being mean (I seriously don't understand how people can be mean), the dark especially if I'm alone

Thank you so much! I hope that wasn't too much- or that I missed any requirements lol. Have a great week!!

A/N: Okay, for you @lord-westley … I’m thinking for romantic matchups your best bets would be… Gale (Male) and Karlach (Female)! 

Gale is a great match for you, as he’s quite similar personality wise. He’s kind and selfless; smart but also somehow clueless? He’s got a good spirit, and an old soul. He wants someone he can share his life with, and thinks you’re just the person to do that with. 

He thinks you look fierce, for real, he’s almost intimidated by how good you look, especially your hair. It’s bright and bold and something he’d never have the courage to try. It suits you, and it makes him feel all the more special for being with you. 

His style is fairly consistent, and he’s not the most fashion savvy, but he does appreciate a good look when he sees one. Be prepared for a bunch of horrible puns, and awkward attempts at flirtatious compliments. He wants to tell you how much he loves your look, it’s just that it comes off wrong more often than not. Please don’t be mistaken- he really does think you look great. It’s just that loving words aren't his strong suit. 

He loves how caring and selfless you are. He quite admires your capacity for compassion. He likes to think of himself as selfless, but he’s also aware that’s not the truth. But for you, it is. And he’s so honored someone as pure and kind hearted as you would choose him as your partner. 

He’s also very grateful you’re smart. At least, that you’re smart enough to sort of get some of what he says about magic. He has a tendency to infodump, and he really likes it when you make comments or ask questions that let him know you’re listening. And your creativity, good heavens! He’s so impressed. He thought as a wizard, he’d be able to think outside of the box, but his imagination is no match for yours. Thanks to your builds and use of garbage, he’s starting to rethink the way he goes about spell casting and brewing potions. Your perspectives are actually helping make him a better wizard. 

He does worry that you’re too selfless, though. He’s been used by powerful beings before, and he’d hate to see you get hurt similarly. If he thinks someone is taking advantage of your kindness, he won’t hesitate to bring it up to you. He just wants you to know your time and effort has value, and it should never be taken for granted. 

He’s understanding when it comes to your fear. He thinks it's rather healthy to be afraid, especially of death. It shows you have a lust and respect for life. He’s glad you understand the enormity of what it means to live, because he wants you to protect your life so that the two of you can grow old and gray together. 

He will give you gifts! A lot of them are favors done via spells, but a good amount of them are physical presents. (Many of which may have previously been magic items that have since had their magic drained, but hey! It’s the thought that counts, right?!)

He loves savory foods! He can’t wait to show you his extensive wine cellar and kitchen in his tower in Waterdeep, and feed you his especially _ sauce. It’s full of flavor, it’ll knock your socks right off! 

He may not be a huge fan of adrenaline inducing activities: he much prefers the safe mental exercise of a good book. But he will join you on occasion, so long as you promise him it’s mostly safe. (He may or may not ask Shadowheart to cast Guidance on the two of you before you leave, but then again, he’s just covering his bases!)

Thanks to his arcane knowledge, you’ll never be in the dark. He can conjure light to ensure you’re not afraid. And he vows to always be by your side, so long as you’ll have him, protecting you, just as you protect him. 

Karlach is also a great match for you! She’s a very upbeat person, and she loves your loud and creative energy, it makes her feel like you can keep up with her and match her own outgoing personality. 

She loves your style, especially the bright red hair. That is her color after all. And she’s obsessed with all the new looks you combine and create. Everyday she’s basically shouting at the other members of your party, ‘Come look at how hot/cute my partner looks!’. It’s a bit over the top and embarrassing at first, but she means it in the best, most sincere way. If you ask her to stop, she’ll stop. But otherwise, be prepared for compliments, like ALL of the time. 

She loves goofing off with you, pulling pranks and just having a little fun in between missions. She’s a firm believer in taking breaks- it keeps you sane. She’s fairly intelligent too, I mean, she’s not a scholar or anything, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders and so do you. 

She thinks it’s incredible how you can make something totally new out of garbage, or old unwanted scraps. It’s both your resourcefulness and creativity she finds impressive. 

She has no problems with your being messy or loud, even if other people might. If they have an issue with it, she’ll join in, and make it a point to be messier and louder than you. And if anyone still has a problem, she’ll take care of it for you. She’s a big strong woman, and she understands how scary confirmation can be. She does her best to make the world around you a little less frightening. 

Kalrach strikes me as someone who would enjoy doing almost any hobby outside of being forced to fight. I mean, she also really loves a good battle, but she’s down for basically whatever. She’s so ready to try everything- to make up for all the time she missed down in Avernus. She’ll do anything or go anywhere with you. She’s especially excited for any adrenaline inducing activities. As a Barbarian, she is 100% there. No questions asked. Also the idea of skateboarding blows her mind. (Pretty sure that doesn’t exactly translate to DND, but if there was anyway in Faerun willing to ride a board with little wheels up and down steep hills or ramps, she’d be your girl.) 

Even though she’s adventurous, she’s also cool with just chilling- taking some time to enjoy your company. She thinks you’re adorable when you sleep, and can’t help but want to take naps with you, so long as her engine is fixed enough, and you don’t mind being warm. 

She’s fine with you not eating seafood, it’s not that big of a deal to her. You like what you like, right? And she gets that spiders can be pretty creepy- especially the ones in the Underdark. She promises to never make you visit there, and should any of those creatures try and get you topside, don’t worry, she won't let them lay a hand on you. 

Despite being a fierce fighter, she’s got a heart of gold. She hates bullies, and people who abuse others. She knows what it’s like to be on the receiving end of that, and it feels awful. She’d never want you to feel that way. So gods help anyone in Baldur’s Gate who tries and bullies you for whatever reason. They’ve just got themselves a _ tiefling to answer to. 

Karalch thinks you’re wonderful, and so sweet. You’re precious to her and she promises to protect you. You make her so happy. She’s so glad she’s met you. 

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[nicodrawings]

Hi! I’m a somewhat new follower, and I loved your milesganke art so much!

I wanted to ask for your own potential headcanons regarding the miles and ganke’s relationship dynamics.

(I.e. marriage, any arguments, what they’re like living together,…. possible future kids👀, etc.)

Lol hopefully this question isn’t confusing.😭

AAAAAAAA IM SO HAPPY YOU ASKED!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok Imma type the rest cuz my hand is getting tired

-Miles and 20 and Ganke is 19 when they move out. Ganke and Miles see their families once a week.

-I’ve said this before but Miles doesn’t go to college. He trains under Misty Knight and works with S.H.E.I.L.D more as he’s learning more about detective work (and is lowkey preparing to take over as the the new Spider-Man leader once Peter retires)

-Ganke is going to school for tech shit but eventually changes is major to social work (there’s a huge reason for this that I’ll get into in another post)

-They end up adopting a black cat that was called Midnight at the shelter but never really responded to the name. The people working at the shelter said “looks like she chose you” seeing how well she bonded with Ganke immediately. He renamed her CoCo. She’s a sweet girl, a little weird though.

-They aren’t super PDA with each other but much like how Peter and MJ are in my AU (who also aren’t super PDA) you could hear a conversation they’d have with each other and be like “oh! They really care for each other”

-they switch chores and household responsibilities depending on work and school scheduling

-They can both be workaholics AND night owls so they constantly have to hold each other accountable for yknow…resting.

-they make a specific day out of the week where they both do nothing having to do with school or work. They just sleep in and have a slow morning and watch Burn Notice all day and talk about nothing and anything all at once.

-They’re both not screamers when they argue but can throw some hurtful words around that they regret saying once they cool down. Also Ganke can be dismissive when he’s irritated or angry. Something they learn to work on overtime.

-Big spoon/Little spoon is interchangeable depending on how they sleepin that day.

-Miles is the better cook. He like cooks well without even trying. It infuriates Ganke but he can’t be too mad cuz he gets to eat the food.

-It would be 5 years before Miles pops the big question.

-Miles is a giant sap who knew he was gonna marry Ganke the moment they started dating.

-He would propose at the park. He proposed there because that’s where they would have playdates when they were kids.

-Ganke just laughs because he planned on proposing to him a week later. He obviously says yes.

-The wedding isn’t big. They make sure to save a seat for Gankes dad. He put a framed picture on his chair to represent his attendance.

-They do the same for Uncle Aaron despite him and Miles’s tumultuous relationship.

-Hobie is the best man

-Gwen is the maid of honor

-It would be about 3 years or so before they meet 2 super powered little ones, a boy and a girl. They’re fraternal twins. They end up adopting the twins.

This is it for now. I’m sure there’s more stuff my brain can’t think of right now. BUT THANK YOU THOUGH FOR BEING INVESTED ENOUGH TO ASK ME QUESTIONS YOU DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY IT MADE ME TO SEE YOU ASK THIS QUESTION!

I actually have so much set up plot wise for this AU that I might as well do it legitimately. But imma take my time if I do.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed my ramblings!

UPDATE: I meant to say that Miles is NOT out to his parents.

[porkcutletbowl44]

I read the comments you talked about on Ao3 and probably they're not hate, just reasonable criticism (in their view ofc). Mostly I think you're doing an amazing job writing Far From Perfect, there's just one thing that confuses me a bit and it's Fawn's behaviour. Talking as a mother of a little girl and also a teacher, even tho most kids don't understand, for example, why their parents argue badly, they do understand something is wrong and they want explanations. I've had some experience with children and they're more curious than cats sometimes, they love questioning everything. Fawn should be curious on why her parents don't live together anymore and why she has a stepmother. Kids are naive of course, but they're smart enough to notice that there's something wrong and they're obviously curious about it. I really hope you could make Fawn question the current relationship status of her parents a little more so she could feel more humane and maybe add something else to the narrative, make things a bit more caotic (I love angst so much sorry-). To clarify, I meant no hate on my ask, just some thoughts I had while reading the newest chapters. In general your fanfiction is wonderful, and I'm saying this because it's something I would change. It's understandable if you decide to not change anything since it's your fanfiction and not mine. Anyways, sorry for any typos (English isn't my first language) and I hope you have a lovely week ❤️.

I totally get where you're coming from, but there is also a reason for that (well, multiple, if you will)

I have had Fawn question that once, and ofc her parents lie for the sake of her mental well being, and Fawn has also had a meltdown of confusion in one of the chapters, but I try to stray away from that aspect because I don't know what it's like— coming from someone whose parents have always been separated, I never had anything to question.

What I knew as a kid was my dad didn't want to be around, and I knew that by heart.

So I don't really know how to capture that, I've tried to write it, and it didn't really strike me as 'would people relate to this?' because I don't know what to describe, what to portray, etc etc.

I've made it to where her parents fight hard to have Fawn not question it since it's something I lack in trying to understand, and I hope I mentioned that her parents hide the arguing as much as possible (if I didn't that's completely my fault lol)

But thank you for that! I never got a hate vibe from that so no worries 💛 I honestly was starting to wonder if someone would catch onto that haha sorry 🫶🏻

[sweetlittleneptune]

Feel free to ignore LOL but if u don't could you write?

mc snuck a cat in and kept in in their room, but MC is allergic to cats. MC is all itchy and sneezing and miserable and the brothers find out what's up, but MC refuses to get rid of the cat.

Obey me swd 😃 I think it be cute since I'm allergic to cats and it makes me sad cos I love cats 💔

AAAAAH I'm sorry it took me so long to make this!! ;-; the end of the semester is always a pain and I had to focus on those big exams before getting back to writing. plus I'm in such a writing slump...

ANYWAYS! I hope you like this one! thanks for your patience lovie! (also, it isn't proofread, but I wanted to get it out as soon as possible)

it's a wonder you made it this far without being caught by one of the brothers. with your runny nose, red eyes, and all the itchiness, you looked like you were suffering immensly. the reason for your terrible condition was your allergy to cats. and the reason your allergy was triggered was because you were hiding an adorable feline friend in your room in the House of Lamentation. why? because it was adorable and it deserved a home and food. but now, quite literally, the cat was out of the bag, and you had to face the Lucifer's anger and his brothers' confusion.

Mammon had known for a while, but he didn't say anything at first. after all, if he had admitted he was trying to find valuables to steal in your room when he heard the little meows of your friend, you would have killed him on the spot. so the demon didn't say what he had seen, he kept his mouth shut.

then Asmo had noticed how miserable you looked and questioned you. your answers felt off and evasive. a cold? you didn't have a fever. he finally understood what was going on when he came to your room, one night, to offer a skincare night while watching movies. there you were, petting the cat on your bed while your nose ran like a faucet. after a lot of begging from you, he promised he wouldn't snitch you to Lucifer.

but could you really trust Asmo to not open his beautiful but stupid mouth? no, of course you couldn't. he let it slip at diner, one day, and there you were.

"MC, I do hope you're aware of your stupidity." Lucifer said, cold like a stone.

"but! he was alone and nobody was helping him! I couldn't leave him like that!"

Satan, as the biggest cat person of the house, nodded in agreement. while he had noticed your state, he couldn't have guessed the cause. now he was sat beside you, with the sleeping animal on his lap.

but Lucifer was not charmed by your puppy dog eyes. nor was he impressed by his brothers lying to cover for you.

"while I agree that leaving the cat outside would have been wrong, bringing it home was not the right choice to make. it wasn't YOUR choice to make MC."

"I know." you conceded. "but isn't he the cutest? and he loves me!"

"for the love of- you are ALLERGIC to cats MC!! you look absolutely miserable! you can't keep the cat!"

"what if we keep it somewhere else? like in my room?" Satan cut in. he agreed with you that the cat was much too cute to be given away. and surprisingly, it seemed the others were too.

"yeah! let's keep it!" Mammon said.

"it's soooo cute and we could make this cutie a devilgram account!" added Asmo.

it took a lot of convincing and promising Lucifer that you all would be good parents to the cat (excluding Belphie, who was sleeping soundly, and Levi, who hadn't even bothered to come out of his room when he'd heard his older brother's angry voice). but in the end, he agreed.

"fine. as long as you take care of it and don't let cerberus get too close."

[curieklei]

hiii so english isn't my first language and i'm learning more about gender and trans stuff and if i might be trans or something (i've been told i sound agender?? but that feels wrong), and something that confuses me, so i'm asking around abt it… "woman" used to simply denote afab, right? like a body type of ppl with a biological (not surgical) vagina & estrogen puberty. like a female dog. ppl say that it reduces women to their genitals, but what about with other animals? like female cat, female horse, etc, just bc we say "oh she's a girl" or "oh i have a male dog" doesn't mean we're saying they're only their genitals in that case, right…? a bitch is just a female dog, that's why it's a misogynistic word. misogyny is based on how ppl see someone without a penis as lesser, bc they don't have the power to forcibly penetrate and feel genital pleasure for it, they can't impregnate, they're "just a hole" etc. like so much of misogyny is just body-specific. the misogyny transfems experience seems terrible but also conditional? bc if they're found out to be amab they're treated as creepy men, so they then stop experiencing misogyny, they just face usually homophobia. meanwhile bio women (and transmascs who don't transition) have no exit door to the misogyny unless they transition and pass perfectly as male or something, and historically that wasn't an option. to me man & woman have always been neutral body types until i came across trans stuff, and i think the idea of gendered brains sounds sexist af. like gender seems like bullshit, i see me being a woman as just like being a female cat, i don't have ~womanly~ vibes in my brain, i was just born female and that's the least important thing about me, but male society made it weird. why should gender continue to be a thing? what does gender actually mean, if sexism was to be eradicated? is it bad if i view my womanhood as just a body type? most cis people i've talked to view their "gender" like this, as just a body type, like any other animal. they don't "feel" like one, they just have the body and aren't dysphoric about it. they might not always like it, but they don't have dysphoria about it, so they just… are. is that transphobic? i've heard mixed thoughts about it from trans ppl & activists, i'm just curious. feel free to ignore this lol ;;

Edit: A person in the replies has informed me that those may be are terf talking points disguised as questions to avoid suspicion so take this anon with a grain of salt. I'm keeping this post just in case anon is genuinely curious or something.

From what I see, reducing the societal importance of biological sex is indeed what's slowly happening, but it's definitely not in the same stage everywhere. It takes years for a person to unlearn something they were told their whole life, it takes generations for biological sex to lose importance.

I'll go over your questions:

Why should gender continue to be a thing?

I think you meant biological sex here. It's important to keep a little bit of it for medical purposes. Also imo it's possible for a culture to give it importance without ending up with a system that makes people feel awful sometimes.

What does gender actually mean, if sexism is to be eradicated?

I guess it'll just be a trait of a person in a similar way skin color is a trait of someone's body but like, with way more dimensions. It's kinda hard to put rules around this. Maybe it's just an answer to the question "What am I?".

Is it bad I view my womanhood as just a body type?

Lol do what you want it's your womanhood, your body and your you. There's nothing bad here and you're free to decide for yourself.

Is [not feeling much gender about your body] transphobic?

Doesn't feel transphobic to me, but anyone reading this is free to give their own take on this and the rest of what you said.

Idk what else to say so thanks for the ask and have a safe self discovery journey! Feel free to dm me or send another ask if you want to talk or me to add something to this.

[needtoloveoutloud]

Shadows Of Our Past, Present, and (possible) Future — Series

My Hero Academia — Female!OC Fan Fiction on AO3

Part One (Completed — 93k words):

The one where Shota Aizawa stumbles upon a back alley full of stray cats and ends up adopting a child

“Fine, then a cat? We both know how much you love those little furry…things.” At this, Shota paused the game and turned to the pushy blonde next to him. “I actually have considered that.” “And?” “And: also, no. It makes no sense.” Hizashi looked almost scandalized. “Makes no sense?” “I made a pro and contra list.” “Of course you did.”

When underground hero Shota Aizawa, twenty-two years old, is out on patrol one Friday evening, he doesn't expect that a single meow from a cat would lead him to find a homeless girl called Yoru. From then on, Yoru and Shota grow up together, make mistakes together, and try to overcome every obstacle life throws at them.

>> Read on AO3 <<

Part Two (Ongoing, regular updates — growing long fic — 409k words so far — READ PART 1 FIRST, PLEASE AND THANK YOU):

The one where Yoru Aizawa tries to navigate through life at U.A.

Two days after her fifteenth birthday, Yoru decides to drop the bomb on him. “I want to go to U.A.” “You want to go to U.A.” Her Dad puts the book he's been reading down on the glass balcony table.  “Yes, I want to go to U.A.” She slumps down on the outdoor couch next to him, grabbing the discarded book. “What are you reading?” ‘A Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi — The classic guide to strategy ’. She raises an eyebrow. “Reading that for fun, huh?” “Why do you want to go to U.A.? You never cared much about heroes. Besides Edgeshot, that is.” Yoru smirks up at him. “What, jealous?” “As if.” “You know, even if they sold Eraserhead posters, I wouldn’t hang them up. It would be super weird.” “Good to know where your loyalties lie.” He rolls his eyes. “Back to the topic at hand, why do you want to go to U.A.? Because Shinso wants to go?” “No.” Pause. “Okay, that may be part of it. But I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I really want to go.” “That might be so, but you still neglected to tell me why you want to attend there.” Yoru plays with her hair, noting how it’s time for another hair cut when she finds some splint ends. “I wanna be a hero.” Her Dad blinks. “A hero?” “Yes. Well, I want to help people and do some good with that shitty quirk of mine.”

When Yoru tells her Dad that she wants to attend U.A., she expects it to be a difficult path. She didn't expect all the awkwardness, blossoming friendships, confusing feelings, and near-death experiences, though.

>> Read on AO3 <<

Please heed the warnings/tags (TWs in the author's notes of chapters where they apply to).

Also: because someone asked this before - you can read it as a reader insert if you want. I don't mind at all. Feel free to imagine yourself as part of the story. Just know that Yoru (the OC) will have descriptions of her visual appearance.

This story is a mix of:

Slice of life

Hurt/Comfort

Angst/Fluff

Humor

Dadzawa

SLOW BURN Romance — Enemies to Lovers (Bakugo x Yoru)

SLOW BURN Romance — EraserMic (but it's a subtle slow burn)

Growing up, coming of age (hopefully lol)

Teenage awkwardness

Mixed media (pictures, music, chat screenshots (later on in Part 2), etc. — chat screenshots will always have the written text below, to make it accessible for visually impaired folks or people who use screen readers)

and more...

Author: NoBecksPleaseNo on AO3

Please don't copy or plagiarize the work, the character, the premise, etc. Also, no cross-posting anywhere, please and thank you.

Disclaimer: Yoru's image is AI generated and then edited/adjusted by the author. The other character images in the header are from Pinterest (besides the one of Present Mic/Midnight, that one's from the light novels) — unfortunately without a source. If you're the artist, and you're not okay with me using them, please message me and I will remove them. If you're the artist and are okay with me using them, please tell me, so I can credit you.

Besides the OC characters, I don't own any already existing characters from the My Hero Academia Universe — that honor belongs to Kohei Horikoshi.

[treefory]

The cat works. Btw this one has a lot of cursing lol

Working through the past

CHAPTER 6

Chapter 5

Chapter 1

A black void enveloped Cash as he floated in the abyss. The air was thick and humid yet he could still see puffs of his breath come from his nose. No matter where he looked he saw nothing, all he could see was his own body.

From out of the abyss huge stone paws reached out to him, pulling him in. Cash flailed as he tried to get away from it to no avail. He trembled as he shut his eyes awaiting its deadly touch.

It’s paws gently rested under his arms and pulled him in close. Cash dug his claws into them, they scratched uselessly against its skin. It rested cash in his arms like how you would with a baby.

Cash laid there, confused. It was soft and warm, like a mothers touch. Something he craved. Cash slowly leaned into its warmth

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Cash’s eyes shot open. The sound of his alarm filled his ears. He let go of the tight grip on his pillow and grumbled as he turned off the alarm. He sat on his bed, hunched over. He felt the back of his neck, mimicking the touch in his dream. His tail thrashed angrily.

It’s not the same.

Hot shower water rained on cash’s head. He let the water run off of him. He closed his eyes, appreciating its warmth. But soon he stepped out of the shower and dried himself with a towel, head to tail.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face. Just like any other day, he put on his diner uniform. He made himself a bowl of cereal then put on his jacket and made his way out the door.

He sat at the bar, on his phone. The sound of the chef's knife hitting the cutting board as they prepared onions and peppers filled the diner. A gentle buzzing came from the old yellow lights. Out of his two jobs, this one was his favorite

He cheacked the time.

12:02 pm

No one even came today. No tip money, but I’m still getting paid.

Ring

Cash looked behind him. A family of foxes had walked in. two parents and two kids. The kids ran in and sat at a booth, the parents trailing behind. as usual cash greeted them as they sat at a booth. “Good morning, and welcome to Harry’s diner. My name is Cash and I will be your waiter today. Can I start you off with some drinks?”

He met the parents' gaze. Their eyes had bags under them and their eyelids lazily hung over them. They sat hunched over in their seats, seemingly like they were seconds away from falling asleep.

“Yeah! Can I have a milkshake?” said the boy

“Oh oh! Give me chocolate milk!” said the girl

This early in the morning?

Cash looked at the parents, in a way that said ‘is that okay?’

“Just give them what they want…” the mother sighed

Cash wrote in his notepad. “And for you two?”

The parents looked at each other “coffee.” they said in unison

“One milkshake, one chocolate milk, and two coffees. Is that right?” cash said.

“Uh huh! Yeah that's right!” yelled the boy

“I'll get that to you as soon as possible.” cash said as he handed all of them menus, then turned away.

He leaned into the window that led into the kitchen. “One milkshake, one chocolate milk, and two coffees.”

The chef stopped their cutting and washed their paws.

Ring

Two elderly sheep walked in and took a seat. “Good morning, and welcome to Harry’s diner. My name is Cash-”

“What? I can't hear you.” the sheep in an old floral hat said

“Uh, my name is Cash and I'll be your waiter today.” he said a little louder. “What would you like to drink?”

“Sonny, I can't hear you. You must speak up.” the sheep in an old dress said.

“He wants to know what drinks we want!” the floral hat yelled. “God, did you leave your hearing aid at home?” she whispered to herself

“Oh! May I have some tea?”

“Oh course.” cash wrote in his notepad. “how would you like it? Iced, unsweetened, swee-”

“What?’ old dress interrupted

Cash sighed. “How would you like your tea?” he said louder

“All I need is a couple of sugar cubes.”

“Mh hm, and you miss?”

“I'd appreciate a cup of tea too.”

“Thank you, I'll be back with you soon.” cash handed each of them a menu then walked behind the bar. On the window seal sat the foxes order. Cash rang the bell that sat at the window and left the sheep's order. He steadied the tray in his paws and carried it over to the table.

Cash laid the drinks out in order. The kids snatched their drinks up while the parents slowly took theirs into their paws.

Ring

A lone horse walked in. She wore a navy business suit with hooves clutching a briefcase. She sat at a booth, her back up against the seat with a stern look on her face.

Cash took out his notepad. “Now that you have your drinks, are you ready to order?” He said to the foxes

“I want a bajillion pancakes!” the boy yelled. “And my sister wants eggs!”

“Nuh uh! I want waffles!”

“No you don't, waffles are gross!”

“You're gross!”

“MOOOOOM!!!!” the boy cried

Cash looked at the parents. “Be nice to your brother…” the dad muttered

“We both just want omelets and some toast. ” the mom whispered.

Cash finished writing in his notepad and took back the menus. He started making his way over to the bar.

“WAITER! Excuse me, over here!” the horse yelled

“I'll be with you in a minute.” cash said dismissively.

He tossed the menus onto the bar then went to the window. “We have an order!” cash said while ripping out a page from his notepad. He lifted the sheeps order his paws.

“Here's your order, mam.” cash said loudly as he laid out their drinks.

The sheep in the floral hat squinted her eyes. “Sir, I think we asked for some sugar cubes.”

“Uh, we don't have any sugar cubes. but- ”

“WAITER!!!” the horse yelled again

“But we do have sugar packets on the table for you to use.” he said while gesturing towards the sugar packet holder, also trying to ignore the horse.

“Oh thank you. Eh, we still need some time to find out what we want.”

“That's okay, take all the time you need.” Cash smiled.

He forced himself to keep a smile on his face as he approached the horse. “Good morning, and welcome-”

“What took you so long to get here? don't you know how busy I am?” She demanded

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner, but as you can see you're not the only customer here.”

“Don’t you know who I am? I make more than everyone here combined! Especially you.”

“Uh huh. Yeah, what do you want to drink?”

“Cappuccino with a Caramel drizzle.”

“Anything else?”

“ I need a MENU before I can order anything else.”

With a blank stare and still with a smile on his face, cash walked over to the bar then handed her a menu. She snatched it from his paws.

“Leave me alone.” She grumbled

Cash's tail flicked back and forth as he sat down at the bar.

“Mom! She took my fork!”

“Dad! He bit my straw!”

“Mom!”

“Dad!”

Cash put his head in his paws.

Ugh. This is giving me a headache…

Ding

Cash’s head shot up. The foxes order sat at the window seal. With a groan, he got up and took the tray over to the foxes. And like it was nothing, he put on a smile and laid out their plates.

“YAY!!!” The kids yelled. Their high pitched voices hurt Cash's ears.

He sat back down at the bar.

Wait, no. I have to check on the sheep’s

He stood back up and made his way over to their table. “I’m back. Are you ready to order?”

“What?” The floral hat asked.

Cash superseded a groan. “Are you ready to order?” He said again.

“Nooo�� here, what does this say sir?” The old dress said, pointing at something on the menu.

Cash leaned in close. “Swe…dish…capes. Swedish capes, mam.”

“And this one?” She pointed at another item

“Hic…Katy… no wait, uh… hickory… smoked… bacon… strips…. Hickory smoked bacon strips, mam.”

“You aren’t very good at reading, huh?” The floral hat said

Cash stood up tall, red in the face. “Are you ready to order, mam?” He said, trying to ignore her comment

“No, I need more time.”

“Mh hm.” Cash walked over to the horse.

“Mam, are you ready to order?”

“Yes.”

Cash stood there awkwardly, with his notepad in his paws

“W-what would you like-“

“I want three pancakes, drizzled In strawberry syrup. With cut up fruit, consisting of grapes, apples, kiwi, and NO strawberries.”

“Is that all?”

“Did I say anything else?”

“… your food will be ready soon.” Cash said as he walked off. “Fuckn’ bitch” he muttered under his breath.

He handed the note to the chef through the window then sat at the bar. Once again, he rested his head in his paws.

Kids talking loud

The obnoxious sipping of tea

Clack clack clack

God, Now the horse was on her laptop.

Cash felt his head throb. His tail swished back and forth.

“Mom! Look at the cat's tail!”

“Look at it! I wanna touch it!”

Cash hadn’t even noticed his tail was moving. He curled it around his leg. He ran his fingers through the fur on his head, trying to sooth his mind.

I should start carrying pills around. Why is everything so loud?

After resting for a second, he went back to work.

“Are you ready to order now?” Cash said loudly with a small smile

“Oh I was wondering when you’d be back. Yes, I am ready to order.” Said the sheep in the floral hat.

“So am I.” Said the sheep in the old dress.

“ what would you like?”

“I want the biscuits and gravy.”

“Wait, that’s what I’m getting. You can’t get what I’m getting.”

“No, You can’t get what I’m getting.”

The two stared at each other waiting for the other to cave.

Cash broke the silence. “Do you need more time to decide?”

“I suppose we do.” The old dress said, not looking away from the other.

With a gentle sigh, cash walked to the foxes table. Food was everywhere like there was a food fight. Syrup coated… everything, literally everything. Cash stared in awe as the kids took bites out of their soggy food.

“Is everything going okay?” Cash said looking the mess

The dad looked up at cash with eyes that looked like they haven’t slept in weeks. “More coffee…”

“Of course.”

“WAITER, WERE IS MY FOOD?!?!” The horse yelled as she hit her hoof on the table.

Cash’s eye twitched as he walked over to her. “Mam, your food isn’t ready yet.”

She looked him up and down. “God, you could at least smile. I’ll do you some good.”

Cash shot her a huge toothy grin, showing off his fangs. but it looked more like a snarl.

“Ugh, don’t ever do that again.”

Cash turned to walk away

“Did I SAY I was DONE talking to you???” She yelled

The notepad in cash’s paw crunched and wrinkled as he tightened his grip on it. “I’m sorry, what do you need?” He said with a sickening smile through gritted teeth

“Don’t you see that my cup is empty? I want a refill.”

He gently took the cup in his paws. “I’ll be with you shortly.” He smiled as he walked over to the bar. “I need a refill of that coffee Carmel shit that horse ordered.” Cash sighed “and two cups of coffee.” The chef laughed to themself as they prepared the brew

Cas checked his phone

12:50 pm

Cash let out a sigh of relief. Only ten more minutes…

Cash went over to the sheep “I’m sorry for interrupting your decision making, but I will be leaving soon and no one else will be able to serve you. So if you could, please order something and take it to go?” Cash said in a soft voice but loud enough for them to hear.

“Oh but we still need some time to find out what we want.” The old dress said.

“I understand that, but i'm about to leave. So what would you like-“

“Can’t you just stay later?” The floral hat asked

“No, I have things I’d like to do after my shift.”

“Like what? Play on that phone of yours? This generation has no class!”

“Do you want anything or not?” Cash said, patience wearing thin.

“Well, I don’t think we’d like to spend our time eating here. Check please.” The old dress said.

“Thank you for dining with us.” Cash said as he went to the cash register. Fifty minutes, and didn’t even order anything.

Ding

A plate of pancakes sat at the window. Thin red syrup coated the assortment of fruits. It looked so good. He picked up the tray in his paws and carried it over to the horse. “Your order, mam.”

“What the FUCK IS THIS?!?!” She yelled as she gestured towards the pancakes. Everyone looked over, even the chef poked their head through the window.

“STRAWBERRIES!!!! I hate STRAWBERRIES!!!” She screamed. “Your manager, I NEED YOUR MANAGER NOW!!!!”

The horse stood in front of Cash. She was only taller than him by a couple inches, but it felt like she was towering over him.

Cash stepped back. Shit, did I forget to say no strawberries?

A door in the back of the diner flew open. A small otter stomped out “who’s yelling about a manager?” She yelled. They wore the Same uniform as cash with a name tag that read manager- Buttons

“I did! Your scummy waiter put strawberries on my pancakes!” The horse yelled as she moved to stand in front of the otter.

Cash took another step back, he could feel himself shaking.

“Don’t you talk about my worker like that! And he don’t even make the food, Yah dumbass!”

“How DARE you talk to me like that! I want to know who put strawberries on my pancakes! Then I want you to fire them!”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I haven’t bought strawberries in weeks!”

Manager Buttons climbed up on the table to get a better look at the pancakes. “You dumb bitch, THESE ARE RASPBERRIES!!!”

Cash’s fearful eyes laid in the pancakes. They were raspberries.

“What? No- I thought-'' the horse stammered.

“I don’t give two SHITS about what you thought! I want you out of my diner, NOW!” Manager Buttons yelled as she got into the horses face

The horse hastily pulled out a wallet and handed some cash to the otter and quickly left. The diner was silent for once. Cash stood there shaking uncontrollably.

“What a bitch…” Buttons looked over at cash. “Damn, you do’n okay?” She asked.

Cash’s breath hitched “uh, yeah. I-I’m okay.” he said, trying to stop shaking.

“Yeah sure, you look… bad. Look, I want you to cash this into the cash register." She handed Cash the money. “After that I want you to take care of the pancakes. I don't care how, just do it. I’ll finish serving the customers.”

She pulled out her phone. “Your shift is almost over, so you chill out.”

“...”

Cash took the money from her paws and put it into the cash register. He sat down at the table, pancakes in front of him. Buttons got the sheeps order and then yelled at the foxes for letting their kids make a mess. She was probably the reason this place didn’t get many customers

Cash went to pick up the fork when he noticed his paw was shaking. He grabbed it with his other paw then wrapped his arms around himself.

Deep breaths Cash, deep breaths… that horse… my mom… deep breaths…

It took him a second to stop shaking, And when he did he took a bite out of the pancakes.

“God, that chef can cook…” he mumbled with his mouth full.

[alsktudy]

— moon cat cafe

» cashier!jun x reader.

» fluff ☁️, strangers to lovers, coffee shop au HAHHAA, mutual pining, minghao cameo.

» warning: none

» w.c: 2.1k

» a/n: first junnie fic :) idk how a cat cafe really works, um, i tried my best LOL also my mum rlly did put coffee grounds in our front yard. semi proof read - sorry!!

you weren’t a cat person.

your parents weren’t either, in fact, they hated cats so much that they put coffee grounds in your front yard to deter the neighbours cat from your house, which seemed quite silly but it worked. so when you heard about a cat cafe opening in town, you weren’t interested.

—

“please?”

“no.”

“pleasee?”

“nayoung, i said no.”

“c’mon, it’s literally so cute! we have to go in!” nayoung says as she tries to pull you into the ‘moon cat cafe’.

“it’s just a cafe with some cats in it. what’s so special about-”

“just a cafe with cats? just?” nayeong scoffs, arms still linked around yours, “you don’t appreciate the nice things in life.”

“whatever.” you roll your eyes, “is the food at least nice?”

she hestitates for a few seconds eyes flickering side to side, “um, i don’t know... but cats!”

“we didn’t even make a reservation and it looks like a small cafe, i’m sure there’s no spa-” you stop your sentence as you realise the loss of warmth around your arm and see nayoung running into the cafe. “damn, that idiot, how is she not embarrassed?” you sigh.

she quickly skips back to you, “there’s space right now. so, we’re going in!” she links her arm with yours once more and begins to drag you in. “don’t worry, i’ll pay.” she says, cutting you off before you question about how sanitary the cafe could possibly be.

“welcome to the moon cat cafe!” the cashier says with a smile, “what would you guys like to order?”

nayoung begins to spit out her starbucks order, (which frankly sounds like a rap) to the poor cashier, his droopy eyes widen at her request. a nervous lopsided smile appears on his face, his hand going to scratch his neck. his eyes dart to you, eyes filled with confusion and a plea for help. you chuckle in response and read his name tag, moon junhui. how cute.

you tap nayoung’s shoulder and with a quick whisper you remind her that this isn’t starbucks and is in fact a small cafe that cannot personalise her coffee order to that extent. she’s quick to apologise to junhui saying that it’s a habit and asks what they can make.

“a large plain latte…?” she manages to say, her nose scrunches at the simplicity of the order, making you stifle your laugh. “yes, sure i’ll go with that!”

after you finish ordering, your bestfriend tries to wrap her head around how people can be satisfied in ordering a plain latte instead of a venti caramel…. (you stopped listening at that point) as you walk to your seats. The cats were in a separate room so anything that was to be digested wouldn’t be anywhere near the felines which made you let out a sigh of relief.

nayoung tried dragging you into the cat area while waiting for your food but you insisted you stay in the eating area so the waiter, who also happened to be junhui, could find your table. which nayoung seemed to understand so she happily skipped away leaving you alone at your table, gazing at the man behind the cash desk preparing your order.

he seemed nice, and boy, was he tall. his face was nice too, his features, especially his nose, stood out to you the most. but you barely knew him and probably will never see him again. you look away to check how nayoung was doing until you hear someone clearing their throat.

“your large latte and chocolate chip cookie.” junhui says, making your eyes widen as you quickly turn to face him and give him a quick thank you as he places the drink with a cute latte art cat and the cookie onto the table. he begins to walk away then stops in tracks, turning towards you again. “oh and thanks for stopping your friends coffee order, i was too scared to stop her.” he says giving you a shy smile.

before you could reply to the man, nayoung returns from the cat area and thanks him for bringing the food and apologises again for what happened while ordering her drink. she begins to take her seat, before you tell her to go wash her hands first and mention how you don’t want cat hair in your chocolate chip cookie, earning a sigh from nayoung.

as she stands up again, she looks and junhui then looks back at you, then again, eyes back to junhui then back to you, a sly smirk slowly creeps on her face. “wait! mr…” she squints and leans forward to look at junhui’s name tag, “mr moon junhui, you know what you look like?”

junhui’s eyes flicker to you then back to nayoung, “no?” he says with a nervous chuckle.

“you look like…” her eyes dart to yours, “you look like my friend’s type!” she says as she points right at you, grinning widely.

you’re quick to rise from your seat and begin to push her away, “okay! she really needs to wash her hands and so do i, please excuse us!” you say to junhui with a fake plastered grin on your face.

“nayoung, my dear friend nayoung…” you smile while walking to the bathroom.

“yes?”

“i’m going to murder you.” you smack her arm, ”why did you say that?!”

“first of all, ow! and second of all, he is totally your type and i’m not lying,” she says with a giggle earning a scoff from you. “i saw the way you looked at him.”

no, she wasn’t lying. moon junhui was definitely your type.

as you both exit the cafe after finishing your latte and drink, you didn’t dare to look back and make eye contact with the boy behind the cash desk, saying a good bye to him in your heart as you knew you would never be seeing him again.

—

you were wrong. you saw him again.

seventeenth street, where the cat cafe was located, happened to be a popular street for businesses, so popular that your favourite book store, fallin flower, happened to move to the same street right next door.

it was around 8am, relatively early in your opinion, and you wanted to pick up the book you ordered which finally arrived after weeks of waiting. you strolled down the familiar street, the cool morning breeze hitting your face.

as you approach the cat cafe, the door swings open with a sound of a chime. you see a familiar silhouette of moon junhui struggling to carry multiple bags of rubbish out of the front door. you let out a stifled laugh which made him aware of your presence, his head turns to look at you, your hand over your mouth and your cheeks raised.

“h-hey! what are you laughing at?” he says as he at points you, letting go of one of the black plastic bags making the bag and the contents inside of it fall out.

“you,” you say with a smile, pointing back at him, “do you want help?”

he responds with a shy yes so you quickly walk over to help clean up the mess he made. “where are you headed?” he asks as he carefully places the rest of the bags on the concrete.

“fallin flower book shop, it’s right next door actually” you say, picking up another used coffee cup and placing it into the bag.

“oh, i love that place!” he smiles, tying up the bin liner after you place the last cup inside.

you take the bag out of his hands wanting to extend your time with him a bit longer, “you know fallin flower?”

he smiles as he sees you signal to pick up the rest of the bags, “yeah, i shopped there before they moved next door actually.” you curse yourself mentally, blaming yourself for not meeting junhui before and instead experiencing your first moments with him as an embarrassing interaction at the cafe.

you make your way to the skip bin which he said was close, but was rather far which made you question how he thought he could possibly manage walking with all these bags by himself.

-

“here take it,” junhui says as he hands you a paper bag with a chocolate chip cookie and a latte with a heart as art. “as a thanks.” you gratefully accept his gift, your heart beating a bit faster than it usually does when he holds the door open for you. “my name’s jun by the way. don’t be afraid to stop by.” he flashes a smile at you and slowly closes the glass door, waving to you from the other side.

you hope you get to see him again.

—

“about time you came.” minghao glances at you through his glasses (with no prescription) as you walk in relishing in the smell of paper, leather and dust.

“i was helping someone out okay? it was jun, the guy next door? the tall one with a nice nose-”

“you don’t need to describe my own customers to me, i know what the kid looks like. now here’s your book."

“thanks hao.” you chuckle as you put the awaited book into your tote and walk out the door only to walk in again. “actually, i might come again tomorrow.” you chirp as you finally walk out of the door.

he shakes his head and returns to whatever garbage he was reading, talking to himself. “for me or for jun?”

it was definitely for jun minghao.

—

you did not only come the next day, you came every single day. yes, you indeed do like books, but not to the extent where you have to visit book shop everyday.

you liked moon junhui a bit more than books.

the fallin flower book store became your excuse to help jun carry the rubbish to skip bin every morning at 8:03am. you got know him on a personal level, more than just the regular consumer, you could even say that you were even friends.

“at this point you should just live here.” minghao scoffs as he sees you walk into the store for the 6th time this week.

“morning to you too hao and honestly i would live here if you’d let me (it would be much easier to see jun), my question is how would i get food?”

“from that boyfriend of yours?” he says while pointing at the bagel in the paper jun had given you this morning.

“i- he’s not my boyfriend!” you huff, crossing your arms.

he looks at you with an unimpressed look then continues reading that tea book of his, “so when are you gonna ask him on a date?”

“what!?” you chuckle, “i’m not gonna ask him on a date. i don’t want anything more than a friendship,” you thought you were good at lying through your teeth, “i like being just friends with jun."

“wow you suck at lying.” minghao says, seeing right through your facade. he looks up from his book, seeing a very flustered you crumpling the bag the bagel was in. “want me to set you up with him?”

your ears perk up at the suggestion, “really?”

“no. do it yourself.” he laughs, earning a sigh from you.

—

it’s been two weeks since you started helping jun take out the trash and now it’s both of your morning routines. jun now waits outside of the cafe for you, bags of trash in his hands.

you decided to start helping him out more. after you both take out the trash, you wipe the tables clean and sweep the floor of the cafe while he takes care of the cats, although today he said he needed to grab something out of his car first. he should just hire you at this point or better yet, ask you on a date.

he walks back into the cafe and heads towards one of the booths and lays himself on the seat, “i have a question.” he sits straight up and looks at you putting the broom away.

you hum in response. is this finally the day he asks you out?

“why are you helping me out? oh wait. i think i know,” he holds his palm out to stop you from answering as you sit on the opposite side of the booth from him, “you must be cat person.”

no. you aren’t a cat person. but you are definitely a junhui person.

you stand up from your seat and slam the table. “jun. lets go out.”

“wait what?”

“lets go out on a date.” you repeat again, “i’ve been thinking this for such a long time and-”

“you ruined my plan…” he says as he lifts a bouquet of flowers next to him, which was previously hidden from your view, “i was gonna ask you out today, minghao told me i should do it sooner or later.”

you instantly sit back down, “oh.”

“wait, it’s a yes right?”

“it's a yes.”

you thanked hao endlessly later that day.

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