#he's getting head scritches now I saw it

[sheerfreesia007]

Little Book of Love

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Word count: 2,555

Content warnings: Fluff

Summary: Seungmin enjoys his journaling time and loves the fact that he’s found a close friend that enjoys it just as much as he does. But what happens when he realizes that you’ve got two different types of journals and won’t show him what you write about? 

The quiet chirping of some birds in the nearby tree to his balcony soothes Seungmin as he sits at the table lazily writing about his day and the things he found important for him to remember in his journal. The sun was still high enough in the sky to give him enough light to be able to write and he found himself gently closing his eyes as he listened to the quiet busy noises of everything around him. He smiled softly as he heard the scritching of your own pen against paper before he turned his head to look at you. You were sitting curled up in a chair not far from his, your knee drawn up to your chest with your own journal resting on your knee while you quickly wrote about your own day. He sat there soaking in the peace between the two of you as he watched your pen move swiftly across the page. He loved that he was able to share this hobby with you and you enjoyed it almost as much as him, it was something he had come to cherish about your friendship. The way the two of you were able to just exist in the quiet as you wrote your thoughts on how life was going, it was something that he wasn’t able to find with anyone else and he knew it was special with you.

Just as he was about to open his mouth and ask you what you were writing so swiftly about, he watched in surprise as you shut the journal and slipped it into your backpack before pulling out a separate journal and begin writing slower in it almost as if you didn’t feel rushed to write in this journal as opposed to your other one. He watched as your eyes darted around the page and a soft smile slipped onto your lips pulling the corners up into something so pretty. Flinching at his thoughts he quickly shook his head before nonchalantly speaking.

“I didn’t know you had two journals.” he said softly and your head whipped up to stare at him wide eyed before you ducked your head in embarrassment. He tilted his head to the side curiously at your reaction and he wondered what the other journal was for and why would you need two journals.

“Oh yeah, one is my regular journal for my day to day stuff and the other one is special.” you tell him cryptically and he frowned softly as his eyes focused shrewdly on you. “And no, I won’t be telling you what it’s for. So don’t ask.” you tell him primly already knowing that he’ll ask you about it. He huffs softly at you before pouting as he widens his eyes and you laugh loudly at his antics. “Stop with the puppy eyes. You know it doesn't work on me.” you told him dismissively before turning back to your journal and continuing to write in it.

“Then can I see what you write in your regular journal?” he asked curiously, hoping that you’d let him but ultimately knowing that you wouldn’t. Your journal was private and sacred to you just like his was to him, you never asked to see his journal and until now he never asked to see yours. But the fact that you had two separate journals made him desperate to know what you wrote about that required two.

“No.” you scoffed offendedly and he quickly raised his hands trying to placate you. He knew he overstepped as your eyebrows furrowed darkly over your eyes.

“Sorry, just a shot in the dark.” he said quickly and you huffed at him. “I know, I know. I shouldn’t have asked. But I want to know why you have two journals.” he said imploringly as he stared at you.

“Get it out of your head. Just forget you saw it.” you told him with a shake of your head before you returned back to writing in your journal Seungmin leaned back in his chair and continued to watch you before he heard your alarm start to ring and he frowned softly knowing that you would have to leave now. You finished up your last thought before gently shutting your journal and slipping it into your backpack. Standing from your chair you stretch your arms out to either side of your body and arc your back groaning softly when you hear it pop. Seungmin stands also knowing that he won’t be able to keep you here tonight, you’ve got too much going on tomorrow and you have an early morning tomorrow.

You smile warmly up at him causing him to roll his eyes at you before opening his arms to you. You chuckle softly and quickly step up to him wrapping your arms around his waist as you rest your face against his chest. Seungmin wraps his arms around your shoulder before squeezing you tightly making you cry out in surprise and delight. You try to struggle against him but he chuckles darkly into your ear as his arms keep you held close to him.

”Nope, you wanted this so accept your fate.” He said amused as you tried again to struggle out of his hold. When you find that he won’t let you go you melt against him smiling and Seungmin smiles as well as he loosens his hold slightly before resting his head on top of yours. He wonders if you feel as light and happy as he does in this very moment as he gently closes his eyes listening to the chirping birds as he hugs you close before he has to say goodbye.

*-*-*-*

Over the next couple of months whenever you and Seungmin hang out no matter what the two of you wind up doing the hang outs always end the same. You both sit together in peaceful silence while you both journal about your days. And he always notices the different journals, you try to hide them from him but he notices one has a deep navy blue cover that’s dotted with gold flecks almost like stars in the night sky and the other one is a simple brown leather bound journal that seems to have been used so often the leather is buttery soft and flexible. He thinks the brown one is your regular journal and the navy blue is the special one used for a different purpose but he doesn’t know for sure. He wants to ask again why you would need two journals but he’s learned after the first time not to ask again.

It’s the week in between his birthday and Jisung and Felix’s birthdays, he knows the guys are planning a special birthday dinner for him, Jisung and Felix to celebrate all together this year since all of their schedules are all over the place and they don’t have many overlapping days. He’s already asked Chan if it would be alright to invite you as well as his guest and the boys all teased him heartily for wanting to invite you, but Felix had come to his rescue and said he’d also like to invite you, shutting the boys up as they all agreed.

As he checked his outfit once more in the mirror he sighed softly, feeling as if the black button up shirt didn’t sit well on his shoulders. Felix walked past his open bedroom door and halted in his steps when he spotted Seungmin standing in front of his mirror frowning. Seungmin watched him through the mirror as he came to lean against his doorway and cross his arms over his chest as he eyed Seungmin critically.

“You know she’ll love whatever you wear. She doesn’t care about the clothes, she cares about you.” Felix said knowingly as he smirked softly as Seungmin as the man blushed softly.

“It doesn’t feel right.” Seungmin admitted and Felix shook his head before he stepped into Seungmin’s bedroom and over to stand in front of the worried man. He reached up and popped the top two buttons and laid the fabric out on his chest so that it hung looser at the top showing off some skin.

“Try that, it won’t feel as strangling.” Felix suggested as he patted Seungmin on the chest a few times. “But you have nothing to worry about. I promise.” Felix said confidently and Seungmin sighed softly before nodding his head. He knew he was being silly but something felt different about tonight and he couldn’t put his finger on it. There was something in the air, some sort of tension or excitement.

The car ride to the restaurant was fun, all of them had piled into the car and they were all being their normal loud crazy selves as Seungmin checked his cell phone for any text messages from you. You had let him know when you had gotten out of work and had told you’d get ready quickly before meeting them all there but ever since that text he hadn’t received anything else from you. Suddenly feeling a weight against his side Seungmin looked up into the warm sparkling eyes of Chan who had a wide knowing grin on his face.

“Is she on her way?” he asked softly and Seungmin frowned softly before shrugging his shoulders.

“How do you know I’m checking for her messages?” Seungmin asked petulantly and Chan scoffed softly while his grin widened on his face.

“C’mon Seungminnie, we all know you’ll be checking for her messages until she gets there.” Chan teased softly and Seungmin rolled his eyes at him before huffing quietly. Just then his phone dinged and he quickly looked down at his phone to see your text come through making the tight feeling in his chest relax slowly. On my way birthday boy! I can’t wait to see you!

“She’s on her way.” Seungmin said softly and Chan grinned widely before nodding his head at him.

“Good, I’m glad.” Chan responded before patting Seungmin’s knee.

*-*-*-*

The restaurant has a warm cozy feeling to it as they are led to the back into a large room where a long table is set up for all of them to sit and eat at. Seungmin walks in and gets settled in a chair halfway down the table on one side, Jeongin takes the seat next to him and then Seungmin sets his jacket on the other chair next to him just as Changbin is walking over towards him.

“Yah! What is this saving seats?” he asks loudly and Seungmin blushes lightly as everyone turns to him at Changbin’s loud words.

“Don’t be jealous Changbin, it’s not a good look for you.” your voice rings out loud enough for everyone to hear and Seungmin perks up with happiness when he whips his head to watch you walk in. You quickly greet Jisung and Felix, giving them each a quick hug wishing them a happy birthday before handing them small gift bags. You then turn and walk proudly over to Seungmin and envelope him in a tight warm hug that he melts into happily. When you pull away you present him with a slightly larger gift bag and an eager smile. “Happy birthday Seung” you tell him happily as he takes the bag from you.

“Thank you.” he gushes softly as a blush dusts his cheeks.

The dinner is lively and such a warm celebration of the birthday boys that Seungmin finds himself losing himself in the camaraderie and the happy feeling of having everyone around to celebrate him, Jisung and Felix. Once dinner is finished and everyone is relaxed, full and happy he turns to you and finds you laughing at something Hyunjin is telling you from across the table. He sits there silently just watching you before her jerks in his seat when he feels your hand grab his under the table, another blush dusting his cheeks lightly.

“Alright, so I think it’s time for the birthday boys to blow out their candles and open their gifts!” Chan calls out happily as everyone cheers in agreement. Three small cakes are brought out and everyone sings a cheerful Happy Birthday to them all while Seungmin hears you sing his name last as you lean into his side happily. Once the cake is divided and handed out he then reaches down to the floor to grab your gift bag, he peers into it and when he spots the journal inside he whips his head up to stare at you wide eyed as you smirk softly at him.

He gently pulls out the navy blue journal with the gold flecks and looks at you surprised and shocked. The boys all glance at him curiously due to his reaction to your gift. Changbin even leans over to ask you quietly what’s with the notebook. It’s your special journal. Frowning softly, Seungmin wonders why you were gifting it to him before he’s suddenly opening it with eagerness, dying to know what it was you have been writing inside of it. On the inside page are the words Things I wish I had the courage to say to your face. He tilts his head to the side before slowly turning the page and his breath is instantly stolen from him as his eyes dart around the page avidly. Filling the page are free formed loving, funny and sweet thoughts that you’ve had about him in the last year of your friendship. As his eyes travel over the words and his hands turn the pages he can feel his heart start to skip beats as he realizes that he’s reading exactly how your feelings developed for him.

Nobody is perfect, but you’re pretty darn close, sticks out to him and he grins wildly at the words written there. I can’t believe how not sick of you I am, makes his chuckle softly to himself before his eyes land on another thought you’ve had about him. I absolutely adore you and can’t imagine my life without you in it. I wish you could see yourself as I see you and I wish I could tell you this to your stupidly handsome face. 

When he looks up at you, your face is a pretty blushing mess as your eyes are downcast towards the table, he’s shocked to his absolute core that you could have these types of feelings for him. Not to mention finding the courage to give him a notebook full of these thoughts and feelings. His heart races in his chest as his hand reaches over towards you and cups your face gently guiding you to look at him. He sucks in a sharp breath when your eyes stare at him with wariness shining through.

“I love you too.” he whispers to you as he stares into your eyes, finding joy blossoming in his chest when he sees your eyes fill with love and adoration for him before he leans forward and presses his lips to yours sweetly. Cheers rise around the table as Jeongin makes a comment of bewilderment about what Seungmin thinks he’s doing. “I will cherish this gift for years. May even tell our future kids about how their Mom made the first move.” he says cheekily and you grin widely at him before kissing him once more.

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[yogurtkags]

❝ LUCKY CHARM ❞ — oikawa tooru

cw. gn!reader, friends with implied feelings, timeskip!tooru, tooru’s family owns a white cat called milky (wow i wonder who named her) word count. 628 synopsis. tooru's packing for his move to argentina and he finds something that reminds you of fond memories

“are you sure you have everything packed?” you ask unconvinced, laying on your back on the bed with your eyes closed and head hanging off the foot of the bed. milky climbs onto your tummy, nuzzling into your palm as you give her chin rubs and scritches behind her ears. she took a liking to you since the day you met her. you welcome the weight with open arms, further sinking into the plush mattress.

tooru invited you to his home in the name of helping him pack, but you’ve basically just been making sure he stops to take water and snack breaks once in a while. he’s been at it since morning and seems just about done, minus contemplating items of sentimental value. you wonder if he’s overthinking it as much as you are, the idea of being so far away after being basically joined at the hip for the last couple of years. he’s fiddling with his fingers again, a telltale sign that he’s restless. he plays it off, but you know him too well.

pacing back and forth between his large suitcase and the door, he waves you off, “yeah pretty much, I’m just looking to see if there’s any last minute things that I might want to add. got my alien socks— hey look at this, remember when this photo was taken?”

eyes fluttering open with a few pokes to your cheek, the photo in question greets you. a small polaroid picture that hajime took — the back view of the two of you, hands clasped together and looking off the shore. you remember the day this was taken, a precious memory you hold close to your heart.

the two of you were walking along the pier, ice cream in hand. you were ahead of the others, them trailing behind and getting caught up with something strange mattsun saw online. hearing a collective “ehhh?” coming from the bunch, you and tooru look at each other before shrugging and lightly chuckling.

there’s never a dull moment with the bunch, you met the four of them back in freshman hear at seijoh and never looked back. you shared the most classes with tooru so naturally you got closer and started spending lunchtime together whenever he wasn't at the gym or with hajime. more often than not, you went up to the roof to escape from all the noise and his fangirls, talking about everything and nothing at all. you saw a side to him that not many others did.

“oh shit—” you blurt out as you trip over a slightly raised plank, tooru immediately grabbing onto your hand to prevent you from falling.

he dramatically exclaimed, “be careful, y/n-chan! can’t have you face planting and hurting your pretty face now.” causing you to retort in embarrassment, "shut up!"

after stabilising yourself, you noticed that the tight grip of his hand over yours never left. you welcomed the feeling with warmed cheeks and a bashful smile, giving his palm a squeeze in thanks. the way his hand enveloped yours felt natural, right. and you held onto the feeling for as long as you could, neither of you making a move to pull apart.

you don’t talk about that incident happening anymore and bury it in the back of your mind, but the recollection still brings a soft smile to your lips and a flush to your cheeks. you’re touched that he’d even think to bring the photo along, even more so when you watch him smoothly slide it into his wallet.

your face burns, suddenly shy as he leans down to peck your forehead with a gentleness that he only seems to display with you, and mumbles, “who else is going to be my lucky charm, hmm?”

notes. soft tooru hours ♡ fun fact: this was actually an idea i had noted down more than a year ago but just never wrote for some reason. (dividers: @/cafekitsune) reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[to-thelakes]

Reader who has an oral fixation and Luke is all to happy to help her with it.

fixation

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; luke likes to help you out whenever he can ;)

warnings; MINORS DO NO INTERACT 18+, oral sex (m recieving), brief mention of f recieving oral, reader has an oral fixation, brief mention of p in v, dom!luke, sub!reader, kind of self-indulgent

notes; i saw this ask and uhm, immediately had to do it. i was gonna try and downplay it but i literally have an oral fixation and it's honestly so annoying to deal with but i feel like luke as a bf would make it so much better <3 this is a short and sweet like fluffy/smutty one-shot so please enjoy <3

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From the moment that you joined the BAU, Luke suspected you had an oral fixation. There was hardly a time where you weren’t eating, chewing gum or a pen or drinking something and chewing on the end of a straw. But nobody commented on it.

Well, except once, after too many glasses of wine at Rossi’s house, Spencer had called you out on it after you made a joke about biting. You often liked to mumble that you ‘were gonna bite someone’ if you were in a bad mood or something had pissed you off. It was like a reflex phrase for you and when Reid called you out on it, you had gone rigid.

He noticed that you tried to curb your tendencies for a few weeks after that incident before you returned back to always having something to bite on. It wasn’t a bad thing. At least, Luke didn’t think so and so, when your relationship became romantic, he was always more than happy to help you out in whatever way he could.

He kept gum for you in the car or his bag. He kept mints or Jolly Ranchers or any sort of hard candy in his jacket pockets so that he could give them to you at a moment’s notice. It was an unspoken thing between the two of you and you were incredibly appreciative of him. And well, the oral fixation bled into other aspects of your life that Luke was more than willing to help you with.

Like, right now, he had had his head between your legs, pulling orgasms from you while you whined and keened. Your hands had gripped his arm as he made it hard to think straight but after pulling two or three orgasms from you, he let his lips trail back up your stomach. You were breathing heavily, hands clawing to hold any part of him and after watching him between your legs, you wanted to get between his.

“Luke,” You begged softly, tugging at him to come closer to you. He shifted, his hard cock resting heavy on your stomach as he rested his forehead against yours. Your hands moved to rest against his face, fingers scritching his stubble as you let out a breathy whine.

“Tell me what you want,” He said as his hand moved to brush down your cheeks. Your eyes reopened, hazy from the bliss but you knew what you wanted.

“Need you in my mouth, please,” You began and Luke seemed a little hesitant. You didn’t give him a chance to speak again though, “I can- I can pull away before you cum but I just need you in my mouth, please, baby. Please, I just- I want you in my mouth. That’s all I want. Just for a little bit, wanna make you feel good too, please, please,” You quickly devolved into senseless begging as you looked up at him. He groaned softly, finding it so hard to deny when your voice was so high-pitched and whiny like that.

“Okay, okay.” He gave in and the grin that spread across your face was worth it. He knew that your mind was pleasure-addled but he also knew that there was hardly a time where you didn’t desperately want to take him into your mouth. He slipped off the top of you and you clambered off the bed. Your legs were wobbly but you managed to control both yourself and him. You reached out for him and tugged him to the edge of the bed. His cock was hard and pre-cum dripped from the head and you couldn’t help the way you bit your lip.

You sank to your knees and let your kisses trail up from the crook of his knee. They were sloppy and wet, all teeth and lips as you nipped at the skin the closer you got. His thigh muscles were so strong and you loved kissing and gently biting against them. It made Luke squirm as he tried to keep his hands to himself. This was about you. Your lips trailed from his thigh up to his stomach before you pulled back, admiring his happy trail.

“Love you,” You mumbled before you took a gentle hold of his dick. You spat into the palm of your hand before wrapping it around him. You pumped once or twice and when you were sure that he was ready, you leant forward and kissed the tip of his cock. He let out a breathy groan at the sensation before you let your mouth take him in.

You hollowed your cheeks out and the way his cock stretched your mouth open, how he sat hot and heavy on your tongue. It short-circuited your brain and made it hard to concentrate but you were quick to get to work.

However, sucking his dick wasn’t the only way Luke satisfied your oral fixation. He’d be fucking you, nice and deep and slow and his hand would rest against your throat. He would never squeeze but the presence was enough to bring tantalizing pleasure up your spine. Just the power and control he had over you, did something to you. But he knew you liked to have something in your mouth and while he thrusted into you, he let his hand from your neck move up. His thumb would run across your bottom lip and gently pull your mouth open before he slipped his thumb past your lips and teeth. You would whine and keen at the sensation, sucking his thumb like you would his cock. It was embarrassing how messy you would get just from that action alone.

Luke loved it. He loved being able to fulfill that need in whatever way that you needed and it was hard to deny how gorgeous you looked with his cock - or fingers - in your mouth.

<3

[1-ker0sene-1]

Never Just Two

Ghoap / Reader

(Wheelchair User Reader)

Chap1, Chap2, Chap3

"Liquid Courage"

Word Count: 1.7k

CW: Ghoap kinda being assholes

They thought it would be easy. Maybe you would go away in just a couple weeks, either done with your task, or hell- maybe you weren't that good and they'd get a replacement. Seems Ghost and Soap weren't so lucky. You were good at your job, damn good. You got the information they needed barely in a couple days. Laswell and the captain agreed to sign you onto the next mission, then the next.. now they were even considering making you a full fledged member of the task force.

Not only were you good at your designated tasks. But fuck. You were already acclimating well on the base, on the team. Already knowing Laswell, you came in with a good respect for eachother. You and Gaz bonded fairly quickly, apparently you briefly lived in his hometown around highschool. Not that you knew eachother deeply, just passed eachother in the halls. And Price, damn those paternal instincts, had done well taking you under his wing. Making sure things were accessible for you, making sure you didn't question your role here. You were soft spoken, he'd be damned if he let anyone on base walk over you.

You got along with everyone. Everyone except them. You definitely strayed away from the couple, slipping out of the room when they came in. If you couldn't leave you'd at least quiet down. You could meet Johnny's eyes if he asked something directly, with some brief glances away. But Simon definitely intimidated you the most, you didn't even look him in the eyes. But you were civil, speaking when spoken to, still handing them their designated information for missions. Wishing them luck just as you do the captain and Gaz. You were simply distant, as far as you knew, it was for your own good.

They couldn't deny their part in it. Simon directly threatened your life, Johnny did too- just having the slightest bit of subtlety about it. At first, with your growing kinship with the team, they were sure you were going to give them away. Not to mention, you saw Simons face. God did it make his spine itch, those he trusted saw him unmasked, he certainly didn't trust you. Simon is ashamed to say he tampered lightly with your computer in the first week, with little hope that you'd fuck up and be transferred. He knows it's low. He knows it's a bastard move. But you were a threat, a threat of losing Johnny. This little stunt didn't work, you completed your task without a hitch. Not even mentioning the clear tampering, you never reported it.

It was the second week that they stopped any sabotage towards you. The fact that you surprised them was an understatement. They made a mistake, one of the recruits saw them wander out of a room in the barracks together- looking.. out of breath to put it lightly. They were sure this was it, caught red handed, they'd be pressed on the subject and eventually the truth would come out. But you, just as Price questioned them, lifted your head and piped up.

"They were just helping me-"

Both Gaz and the captain blinked at you. You barely spoke to the pair, so you asking them for help was news to them.

"You? .. With what?"

Price questions with a raised brow, hand rising to paw at his own beard lazily. You shrugged.

"..I uh.. Had to move some furniture in my room in the barracks.. I can't push the dresser by myself sir."

All that day guilt swarmed in the two men's stomachs. Maybe they were being too harsh. So far you kept your promise, more than that really. Johnny's lips pursed once it was just him and Simon in his room.

"We cannae keep doin' this. Felt bad 'bout it before, now it's damn right cruel."

He mutters, dragging his nails over his scalp through the thick fur of his mowhawk.

Simon stayed silent but nodded in agreement, leaning up against the wall.

"Can't get rid of her now."

He mumbles in confirmation. Johnny scritches at his stubble slightly, which earned a light push on the wrist from Simon- Johnny had a habit of nervous ticks. Whether bouncing his knee or lightly scratching, either way the Lieutenant was trying to break him of it.

"Maybe we shouldn' have tried t' all."

Johnny grumbles. Regret weighing on him. They jumped to conclusions. Now feeling like a right arse. They quite literally were picking on a disabled woman in the workplace, looking like fucking idiots while doing so too. Especially considering that woman just helped them stay out of prying eyes.

Tonight the group was going out to celebrate, it took you some convincing from Gaz to come along with them. Teasing that you had to come since the mission wouldn't have gone well without you. Now you didn't believe him in the slightest, but praise had always been your weakness. So here you were, trailing beside them as they entered the old building. Price walking behind you, despite you saying you didn't need his help pushing the chair, he liked to remain close just in case you changed your mind.

The bar was nice, Gaz had told you it was the groups favorite. Cheap liquor, good music, and fairly empty most of the time besides regulars. You didn't mind the place either, the warm lighting soothed your nerves. Sinking a little into your seat comfortably. Heading over to the table with the rest of the guys. Gaz slides away a bar stool, letting you pull up your chair in the spot instead.

"Thanks Kyle."

You smile warmly, crossing your arms and leaning your elbows on the tabletop. The group moves to sit down. Gaz on your left, Ghost and Soap across from you, Price at the head of the table. Purposely sitting in the back so the bartender couldn't catch him lighting up a cigar as they waited on their usual drinks.

"Damn lucky this time boys."

The captain mumbles. Soap gives a cheeky grin and bumps shoulders with his Lieutenant beside him.

"Y'know I'd prefer ta call it skill Captain."

While idly chatting about the mission, drinks were slid onto the table by the bartender. You couldn't help but stifle a laugh into your hand as Price was being scolded for the smoke in his hand. Gaz however openly chuckles. Ghost huffs in amusement under his balaclava. Soap grinning ear to ear.

"No captain here Price, that lass is tellin' you off like hir own bairn-"

"Shut it.."

The older man groaned, tossing his hat on the table.

Sipping on the bourbon in your glass you watch with a quiet smile as the four bicker playfully between eachother. You sunk willingly into their background, not minding it at all. Honestly, you found comfort in it. So when Gaz proposed a game of pool over to the middle of the bar, you politely decline, deciding to nurse your drink at the table. However you swallow thickly as all four leave. Except one.

Simon stays seated across from you, making you shift uncomfortably in your chair. Looking down at the liquid in the glass, tracing your fingertips along the rim. You wanted to say something. Anything. Frustrated wasn't quite the word you felt with this man. Well, both of them. You open your mouth, glancing up you find the masked brute is staring right back at you. Closing your lips, jaw clenching. You notice him take a breath, before lifting his glass- slipping out his words right before taking a drink.

"You're awfully quiet."

The words come out of him, as if he isn't one of the reasons. You blink at him, brows furrowing. At first you wonder if he's fucking with you, being sarcastic. But it doesn't matter for your answer. You look down at your cup again, picking it up.

"Not really. We just don't talk much.."

You mumble in return. He's still watching you. You can't help but glance towards the other three, well mostly the two you feel comfortable with. But you find that Price is focused on the game and Gaz is most definitely busy teasing him for it.

There's another long moment of silence. You're glaring at the wood of the table. You both want to speak now, but the words are difficult to find. Hiding instead in frequent glances of distrust. You throw back the glass and down your drink, letting the liquid burn down your throat. Looking Simon straight in the eyes you say sternly.

"I know you have an issue with me. The both of you."

It's Simons turn to blink at you. He's not going to deny it. He's showed it rather clearly in his opinion. But. He does feel the urge to explain. It wasn't personal. He wants to say. He just can't lose Johnny. You were a risk. You were a risk he just wasn't willing to take.

"I don't care."

These are the words that catch him off guard. You stare at him in defiance. You're gripping your glass tightly with both hands.

"You don't have to like me. You can hate me if you want too. But I'm not going anywhere."

You say sharply. Simon hasn't heard you speak like this before. Usually you can be rather meek.

He shifts, opening his mouth to speak.

"We-"

"I know you were on my computer too."

Simon swallows his words instantly. His eyes were cold, he's gripping his glass just as hard as you are. Taking a long drink. You continue, he doesn't interrupt.

"I care about this team. I care about Price. I care about Gaz."

He expects that to be the end of it, but by the look of determination and the flush on your face, he's wrong.

"And whether you like it or not. I care about whether you and Soap get back from each mission too."

You take a deep long breath, your shoulders sinking slightly. You just wanted it off your chest, your eyes soften and you glance away again.

"You can be as terrifying as you want. You're not going to take this job away from me."

You say. Looking up at him slowly.

"So if you excuse me- .. I'm going to go lose horribly at pool."

You say with an unreasonable amount of confidence. Pushing back from the table to roll towards the group of three. Leaving Simon at the table with your outburst and a half full drink.

He can't help but stare holes into the back of your head. Downing his drink in one gulp. He underestimated you.

{ugh! Feels good to be writing again! Apologies this series will have chapters around this length, not too much longer than 2k at the most. This is kinda a mini fic for now. However! ♥️ Will be taking requests! And if anyone wants on the tag list for this, lemme know!}

[gardenia-nettle-first-floret]

Role Reversal…?

HDG mini fic by Gardenia Nettle

You were at the park when you saw them. An Affini who looked almost like a tumbleweed and a cute cat boy floret. As you watched the Floret being walked on his leash. His ears twitched and tail swayed from side to side. The Affini kept their pet close, but it was hard to tell how close as they kept their vines covering their details. At first you thought nothing but “aw that’s a cute floret. Maybe I can ask their owner if I could give them a few scritches…” but then you look again. You notice how confident the floret is. How he seems to lead the Affini with each step. You notice how low to the ground the Affini is. And you notice that the leash leads to the Affini and not the cat boy.

You can hear the floret now, he’s comforting the Affini. He’s saying “Nyovus, it’s ok, you look lovely and very gender. Nyow can you please stop dragging your vines.” His voice is playful and he never brings the leash taught.

You don’t hear anything from the Affini until the two are much closer.

“Kitten… I find this parading around most… uncomfortable.” Says the Affini. It’s voice sounds deep and imposing, as if it was some hidden danger deep within a cave.

“Myaster~! If I don’t take myew, take me out for my walks, myew’d stay in the hab all day~” The cat boy says master in such an endearing way, the same way an Affini might call their floret pet.

“B-But Aria,” the Affini, Novus, stutters, “I was in the middle of the latest addition to my collection. You know that you are free to walk yourself.”

“Nyo, I am not hearing it. I want myew to take me on walks and normal Affini Floret bonding. Besides myew can always build your models after you walk me.”

“As I have told you, I like to remain in the hab… where others do not stare.”

You avert your gaze for a second. This pair was so odd. But you go right back to watching them. The catboy waves at you before continuing his talk.

“Well I like to show all the good work myew put into caring for me. I would like to be fawned over while you take pride in your work.”

“I-I do take pride-“

“Nyo~! Myew need to get out and really show the others. We are getting out done by that nyew floret and their mistress.” The catboy pouts and his tail flicks angrily around. “I am nyot losing to some bubbly bunny. Nyovus, we are going to the cafe. Myew need to socialize, and I need to be petted till I can’t think by cute florets.”

With that they leave, heading towards a cafe. You sit on the bench in the park for a few moments longer. And then you decide that a kitten needs some pets.

Thanks for reading this microfic. The Characters shown off are Aria Snapdra, First Floret, He/Him. As well as his Affini owner Novus Snapdra, fourth bloom, it/its.

I love this pair because I wanted to make the Affini the sub and the floret the dom. But as well give an Affini a floret as their emotional support pet.

Hope you like them too~! :3

[worksby-d]

!!!!! i am TORN 😭😭 gonna send in another one but ari levinson + cuddling in the first morning light?

hehe saw ur tags, i found that limiting myself to a few sentences really helped my writing flow

thank u for the request brandy!!!

Prompt: “Cuddling in the first morning light.”

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: ~300

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Waking up, you can tell it’s early by the dull rays of the morning sun peeking through the drapes covering the windows. You have half a mind to scold Ari for waking you so early, the weight of his arm as he reached to pull you closer to him impossible not to feel, even in your sleep. 

But it doesn’t seem like he’s awake yet, soft snores still coming from his side of the bed. Carefully turning to face him, a smile tugs at your lips and you roll your eyes. 

You bring a hand up to push his hair off his forehead, using your fingers to brush through it and gently scritch the back of his neck. 

That gets him to stir, beginning to wake with a quiet yawn. 

“Dreamin’ about me?”

“Huh?” He hums. His voice sounds rough as he stretches, slowly opening his eyes. “I don’t think so.”

Wrong answer. 

You scoff, dropping your hand to his chest to jokingly push away from him.

“What?” He sounds desperate to know what you could possibly be upset about five minutes into the morning. 

“If you weren’t dreaming about me, who were you reaching for in your sleep? Huh?”

“No one,” he chuckles. “I swear.” He rubs your back with his hand that’s still draped over you. “Is that what I did?”

“Yeah,” you huff. 

He shakes his head, pulling you closer again, and you let him, but you don’t spare him a skeptical look. 

“I wouldn’t wanna be holding anyone but you right now,” he promises, giving you a soft kiss. He laughs when you don’t kiss him back. “Sweetheart–”

“You’re sure?”

“Never been so sure about anything.”

Your raised eyebrow relaxes and you eventually return his kiss. “Okay.”

“I never get just a simple ‘good morning’ from you,” he teases, rolling his eyes. 

“I know.” It takes everything in him not to kiss the smirk off your face. “I like fucking with you.”

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[acatnamedkitten]

Too Many Beds-RadioHusk

Drabble(700w)-Reverse trope writing prompts

They took shelter in a mattress store. This year's extermination had come earlier in the day than normal and caught the pair out and about.

Because, of course, Alastor had waited until the last fucking second to decide he needed a new cable for his transmitting board.

"Of course, it can't wait, Husker. What if the shop is destroyed? What if the owners are killed? What if those lousy picture boxes start reporting the damages before I do?"

And Satan forbid he go by himself.

Husk sighed and flopped down on a mattress. The owners must have gone out of town for the extermination, but at least they'd boarded up the shop beforehand.

With the lights off and the incredibly soft bed, Husk figured it was as good a time as any to take a nap. It wasn't like Alastor could get them out of there.

Using his magic now would only alert the Angels to their presence. So, Alastor laid down a few mattresses away, meditating to lower his magical expenditure.

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At some point, there was an almighty crash just outside the shop. Husk startled awake, just barely managing to stifle his yowl of alarm.

With his heart trying to beat out of his chest, Husk sat frozen, waiting for something else to happen. But nothing ever did. There wasn't even the sound of fighting out on the street.

Sighing, Husk got up in search of a bathroom. By the time he'd stumbled back to the sales floor, he was already half asleep again. Eyes closed, he shuffled over to where he'd been laying. Not really caring if it was the same bed or not, Husk flopped down and promptly fell back asleep.

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"Husker"

"~Husker~"

Husk grumbled. Laying on his stomach, wings spread, he wrapped his arms further underneath his pillow and nuzzled into it. He was too cozy for whatever it was Alastor wanted.

"Husker, wake ~uuup~"

Husk flexed and shifted, gripping his pillow tighter, lest Alastor pull it away like he so often did. "No."

Even with his face all but hidden, Alastor still managed to boop his nose. "Yes!"

"Don't wanna," He mumbled, turning his face the other way.

His bed was so soft, and his wings felt so nice all spread out, and he was all warm and cozy, and his pillow smelled so good. It was like coffee and rain and old pennies and...

Husk froze.

Alastor.

His pillow smelled like Alastor.

Alastor was laying on the bed with him, one leg on either side of Husk's torso.

He had his head on Alastor's stomach; his arms were around Alastor's waist.

He was using Alastor as a pillow.

HOW???

He'd been a few mattresses away when... he'd...

Oh shit.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Suddenly, Alastor's hands found his ears. Husk, taunt as a bow string and ready to fly, flinched at the initial contact.

But Alastor didn't pull his ears. Or flick them. Or pinch them. Or any of the other things he usually did to piss Husk off.

No. This time... This time his clawed fingertips were gentle. They scratched around the base of his ears, trailing back and forth.

"Now, now. No need to get all riled up. You were just having a dream is all, and I know how much you hate those."

Alastor trailed scritches down between Husk's eyes, then up and over to the base of his skull. Despite how tense he was, Husk couldn't help but melt under the gentle ministrations.

Before he could think about it, Husk found himself letting out a content sigh and leaning into Alastor's touch.

Objectively, Husk knew that Alastor was capable of softness and affection. He saw the demon interact with Rosie and Niffty, after all. But never before had Husk been on the receiving end of Alastor's gentler touches.

"That's it. Just relax."

With the sense of imminent danger gone, Husk's fatigue came back in full force.

Fuck it. He thought. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? At least he isn't biting my head off for laying on him.

If Alastor randomly waking him up—claiming Husk was dreaming—was payback for falling asleep on the guy, Husk could live with that. He did make a really good pillow, after all.

But Husk didn't dream. He hadn't dreamed since before the war; he only ever had—

...Had...

...Had Alastor woken him up from a nightmare?

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

Happy Mother's Day to Pyrrha, she is Hera's Mama after all

Could have sworn I posted this on Mother's Day this year after having got it last year. My bad everyone. Sorry for being so late with this ask Anon.

Hera was happily laying in her mama's lap. Even though she had spent all day alone with her, because papa had said it was a special day for her, Hera never got tired of being with her! Even if it was just cuddling, they made Hera super happy! But they did much more than cuddle today! They went to the park and then a nice little warm drink place that gave her whip cream cups! This 'Atlas' place was really different from the first parks she had been to, but she had lots of fun with all the new discoveries! And then they came back to see Papa had food ready for them in their room! It was really tasty like always!

While remembering all the fun they had today, Hera felt a little rush of joy in her "little" body. It wasn't very little anymore, in fact she was half as big as Papa now! But she knew to be more gentle as she laid her larger head in her mama's lap. She might be bigger now, but she was still Mama's little girl, she said so herself! She felt the rush of joy quickly get overwhelmed by the tiredness she'd been feeling, she couldn’t help but let out a big yawn and let out a sigh. She loved her Mama's heat scritches so much, they always made her feel so comfy.

Pyrrha giggled as her sweet girl Hera yawned really wide and then let out a tired 'huff'. "You had a big day sweetie, thank you for spending it with me. But, I think it's time you got some shut eye okay? Let's get ready for bed, okay?"

Hera, as comfy as she was, lifted her head off her Mama's lap so she could stand up. She walked right next to her Mama, planning to stay with her in the bathroom, but then she saw Papa come out first and get into his bed, so she followed him instead. She barely got to play with him at all today! She walked over to the side of the lower bunk bed he was in and he happily reached over to pet her head which she adored.

When mama finally got back from the bathroom in her comfortable nightwear, she stepped over Hera and crawled under the covers on the bed right next to Papa. Hera didn't like these small beds, they were too small! She couldn't sleep with Papa and Mama because of them! Sometimes she wished she was smol again, but then she remembers all the things she can do now that she's so much bigger and stronger. She can help keep Mama safe! So she was okay with not being able to cuddle Mama or Papa all the time now. She was happy enough to just sleep at the side of the bed for now. Before she went to sleep though, she sat up just enough to look into the bed at them.

Hera saw her Mama and Papa share a really nice kiss and then Papa reached over to turn the light off next to the bed off. He turned back and was immediately brought into a cuddle by Mama before they fell asleep.

Hera wasn't sure why today was so special for Mama. Everyday should be special for her! Whatever the reason was, Hera was glad she got to spend it all with her.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

PLEASE MORE DICK AND READER AND DOTING BRUCE CONTENT I ADORE THEM SO MUCH

Alfred looked up from where he was sitting in his favorite armchair, enjoying a quiet cup of tea. And for just a second, he forgot what year it was.

Dick was fast asleep against Bruce's shoulder. Bruce held him in one arm and had his other hand in yours. The two of you are quietly giggling at some little joke he wasn't- and didn't want to be privy to. And as Bruce leaned down to steal a kiss, Dick opened his eyes.

He murmured something sleepily. Reaching for you as you reached up to ruffle his hair. And when you took him, cuddling him in his rumpled- now filthy- white suit to be put to bed, Bruce stopped for a minute. Watching you go. Clearly melting into a puddle.

"Was there no convenient mud puddle?" Alfred asked, raising an eyebrow as Bruce loosened his tie and dropped into a chair.

"He didn't manage to stay reasonably tidy," Bruce snorted. "There were other children. And sugar."

Alfred chuckled to himself and leaned up to pour Bruce a cup of tea. "Other than that, how was the wedding?"

"Fine," Bruce said, half shrugging. "Not as horrible as some." You were going from an outsider to an oddity- someone to be spoken to out of curiosity. Just visible enough that your backstory was interesting instead of scandalous... Largely, Bruce thought, because of Dick. Anyone who saw the two of you together would have a hard time assuming you were in it for the money anymore. And Dick was not shy about telling people off when they were rude to you. Or about you.

"I'm sure Miss Y/N was quite the belle of the ball," Alfred observed. "I'm sure the bride was put out."

"She was more preoccupied with being angry there were children allowed," Bruce said. He could understand that. But at least no one bounced a basketball into the cake. Or screamed through the ceremony. "And irritated that the champagne wasn't as expensive as she would have liked."

That detail made Alfred snort. "Oh dear-"

"Most of the gossip mill gives them 6 months... But they gave us 3 so. Who knows."

"Indeed," Alfred said nodding. Privately, he'd given this less than a year. Though he was pleased to be wrong. It was nearly 2. With a child in the mix.

The sound of bare feet in the hall cut off what he would have said about you. Not that it was disparaging. He just didn't want to see you be uncomfortable being spoken about when you walked back into the room. And he started to prepare another cup of tea.

"Bruce-" you yelp when your husband reaches over and pulls you onto the arm of his chair and shake your head, scritching the back of his neck. "Honestly."

"Dick all tucked in?" he asked, accepting a cup of tea for you and handing it to you so you didn't fall over reaching for it.

"He was asleep again before I even got him into his bed," you snort. "I don't think the stains will ever come out... I don't know how he managed to find ever dust patch in the building but he did."

"I'm well acquainted with getting stains out of children's suits," Alfred assured you. "Master Bruce went through a phase where he was absolutely fascinated with frogs. And the duck pond."

"Aww," you tease, crinkling your nose.

"Alfred," Bruce said, cheeks heating.

"Poor little duckling," you tease, kissing his cheek- only making him blush darker.

And Alfred chuckled, winking at you as he resumed his seat. And when you hid your smile behind his cup he wondered why he never thought to tell you those little things before. It was satisfying watching Bruce squirm. Just a little.

[rorywritesjunk]

(Day 14. Baker. This was the fic I meant to post on Buggy's birthday as a gift for @hey-august . Happy very late birthday! 🧡 There was a reason I asked you so much about your cake preferences)

The captain had been avoiding you since you first greeted him with "good morning". He locked himself in the kitchen with a sign that said "keep out!!!" with little skulls around it. Fine, okay, you could kind of deal with that. He had a crew and ship to worry about so it was acceptable for him to ignore you, even if it was your birthday.

The crew wished you happy birthday, even Richie yowled and gave you a lick on the cheek as what you assumed was his way of joining the crew in their well wishes. You appreciated it, thanking them and giving Richie ear scritches.

The day was fine. You kept busy doing your chores, though every time you passed the kitchen you paused in front of it to put your ear to the door, wondering if you'd be able to hear what was happening on the other side. All you were able to hear each time was Buggy talking to himself and swearing. What was he even doing in there?

Evening rolled around and Buggy made a brief appearance. You tried to make your way to him just to say hello but the second he saw you he disappeared back into the kitchen and slammed the door. That... Was odd. You started to wonder if you did something to upset him.

Another hour past. The crew had decided to throw you a party to celebrate your birthday. You helped yourself to a few drinks, enjoying the atmosphere and energy that came from the crew. They sang songs for you and for their own enjoyment, drinks sloshing around as food fell to the floor. Richie was amidst the chaos, helping himself to whatever he could swipe off the tables and into his mouth.

The only thing... The captain was nowhere to be found.

You decided to check the kitchen since he seemed to be hiding in there. It was odd for him to lock himself away like this when there was a party going on. Was he okay? It wasn't like him to not be in the middle of the party, shoulder to shoulder with his crew as he laughed and drank and sang along with their bawdy sailing songs.

You didn't dwell too long on his absence because as you approached the kitchen door it suddenly burst open, Buggy's leg detached from his body as his hands held a platter with... A lopsided and melty looking cake sitting upon it. He froze when saw you, clearly not expecting to see you, but once his leg snapped back to his body and he straightened up, he tried to play off the surprise.

"Why aren't you at the party?" He demanded as he tried to move the cake from view, going so far as letting his arms lift it above your head. "Shouldn't you be drunk right now?"

"I came to check on you, Captain." You said, eyeing the platter as it moved upwards. "What is that?"

"Nothing." Buggy said. "Turn around and go back to the party!"

"Did you bake a cake?"

He stared at you before letting out a snort, bringing the tray back down so you could get a better look at it. It... Was a mess. No crumb coat, the frosting had been applied when the cake was still too warm, causing it to slowly melt away. A strong smell of peanuts and chocolate came from the cake and the more you studied it, seeing the texture of the frosting, you saw chunks.

"What kind of cake is this?" You asked, eyeing him as your finger took a swipe of frosting to taste. It....was a taste. The chunks were chopped up peanuts and you could taste the butter and sugar. "It's... Good."

"Well of course it's good! I made it all by scratch!" He said proudly as his hand nudged the cake to steady it. It looked as though it was a layered cake with one layer slipping off. "Homemade peanut butter frosting, just for you! And the chocolate cake is my famous recipe!"

You wondered what he meant by "famous".

"Here, let's go ahead and cut you a piece." He said as he turned back to the kitchen. "It's for your birthday anyway."

Well that was just as sweet as the frosting he made for you. You followed after him as he set the cake down to find a knife and plate. You took a seat and watched him move about the kitchen, trying not to notice the mess he made. Why did this take him all day?

"I didn't have actual peanut butter, so I made it from scratch." He told you as he brought a plate over. "Peanuts, butter, and sugar. Tastes like the crap we can get at the shops."

"Thank you, Captain." You said, smiling at him as he cut the cake in half. He looked as if he was about to put one half of it on the plate for you. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble."

He paused and looked at you. "Well, maybe I wanted to! Ever think of that? Maybe I wanted to bake a cake for you!"

His tone was a little defensive and you felt bad saying that, so before he had any regrets over his kindness you took the plate from him, ignoring the weight of it with half a cake on it, and held your hand out for a fork. He huffed softly and grabbed one for you.

"I appreciate it, really." You said, taking the fork and taking off a piece of the cake, making sure to get some frosting on the bites. You looked at him as you stuck the fork in your mouth, trying to ignore the creamy yet chunky frosting, but... The actual chocolate cake was good. The crumb texture was perfect, it was moist, and instead of complimenting Buggy you finished what was in your mouth before helping yourself to another bite.

"Well?"

"I's goo', Cap'n." You managed to say through the third mouthful. You didn't hesitate in sharing a forkful with him, holding it out for him to take. He could just get his own piece, but if you were willing to share yours...

He took it, wiping his mouth with the bake of his hand to get rid of any frosting to crumbs. It was good. He made it afterall, following the recipe from the box precisely.

"Thank you for the cake, Captain Buggy." You said with a smile. "It's delicious."

Buggy cleared his throat and took another bite of the cake, trying to ignore his cheeks turning pink. "Yea, well, happy birthday! Don't get too drunk, tomorrow you got work to do and everything! Got it?"

You nodded, still.smiling at him as you held another forkful out for him. You decided to share the half with him, alternating bites of it with him, glad you were able to finish up your birthday with him.

[to-thelakes]

Luke coming home one day (after moving in together) and finding reader in bed with a mountain of pillows in his spot so they won't feel lonely when he's gone (Roxy is there too somewhere)

pillow pal

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; luke comes home to you snuggled up to his pillows.

warnings; pure fluff, luke draws a gun bc he is worried but no danger, just pure fluff

notes; just a short little fluffy piece of luke coming home and finding reader asleep in bed. it's so cute, he's so cute, AHHHH

masterlist

It had been a long day and Luke could feel the exhaustion in his bones. He was used to being tired, he was used to being forced to be alert at all times but it was exhausting. So, when he returned home, all he wanted to do was crawl into your arms. When he was wrapped up with you, his mind finally slowed down and he was able to stop being so alert. He could just focus on you, in the present and that’s all his mind was craving.

When he walked into the house, it was quiet. The two of you had moved in together a few weeks ago and so, he had become used to the sounds of you cooking or baking or singing or just simply existing in the space. But it was quiet. His body - still on red alert - went straight to the worst case scenario especially when Roxy didn’t appear. He grabbed his gun from its holster and lifted it up, walking through the house.

He cleared every room but nothing looked out of place. At least not downstairs. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad sign and so, he headed upstairs. He took the stairs slowly, avoiding the steps that he knew would creak underneath his heavy feet. 

Once he was on the landing, he headed slowly towards the bedroom. He nudged the door open and in the mid-afternoon sun he saw you. You were curled up in your shared bed, your arms wrapped around the pile of pillows that you seemed to be using as a substitute for him. His heart melted and he slipped his gun back into its holster.

You were safe. You were fine. You were just tired. He didn’t blame you.

Roxy was lying on the end of the bed, snuggled up to your feet as the two of you slept contently. But when Luke closed the bedroom door, Roxy’s head shifted up. Her eyes blinked open and Luke smiled softly as he walked over to give her pets and scritches behind the ear.

“Hello, my sweet girl,” He mumbled as he scritched under her chin. Roxy was constantly pushing her head back into Luke’s hands, desperate for any sort of attention from him and when Luke drew his hands away so he could get changed, Roxy stood up.

She jumped off the bed and trotted up to Luke who couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips. He knelt down and while he gave her the proper attention she deserved, you woke up. Your eyes blinked open, barely remembering what century it was, let alone what was going on. Your head turned from side-to-side. The sun was still up but where was Roxy?  The familiar warmth was gone and in your daze, you looked to the end of the bed to see Luke knelt there, stroking her. 

You let out an involuntary gasp of excitement before you sleepily yet quickly clambered off the bed and threw yourself at Luke. He managed to stand up just in time to wrap you up in his arms and Roxy barked excitedly. You chuckled, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“You’re home. I missed you,” You mumbled against his skin as you held him tighter. Your arms wrapped around him so tightly that if it was anyone else, it would have been painful.

“I missed you too,” He muttered. You didn’t want to let him go but when Roxy was still barking and jumping up at the two of you, you pulled back and grinned down at her.

“Your daddy’s home, isn’t he? Are you happy? I’m very happy,” You said to her as you knelt and she pushed her face into your body, wanting attention too. You chuckled and hugged her, stroking her fur as you looked up at Luke. His shoulders had been rigid but they were relaxed now and an easy smile made its way across his face.

“Back with my best girls,” He mumbled. You grinned and nodded.

<3

[yoruio]

Post!Hour of Joy Catnap x Reader HCs:

Genre: Fluff!!!!!!

AN: really short thingy I did, cant get the catnap brainrot outta my head, based him off a house cat a tad bit too much

☾ Catnap took some time to get used to you. And a lot of sweets— but in the end it all seemed to work out!

☾ The first few days, Catnap would stalk around the playroom to avoid the kids running about just so he could see what you were up to!

☾ Kickin and Hoppy would always spot him and pull him back into the play area every time he got caught.

☾ Catnap is not the one to give up easily and would sneak out during recess time and leave little trinkets on your desk

☾ Ever since you taught him how to be more social, he and the kids that would go to Playcare grew to become very close and would help him do tasks that require smaller hands, like folding paper or coloring with crayons.

☾ It's a miracle how he was able to find your quarters in this massive establishment.

☾ The first time it happened you saw a little purple paper cat with a tiny moon charm on it's chest. Hmm, you wonder who this came from.

☾ The next time you saw Catnap you didn't forget to give him a head scritch and a cheery "Thank you!"

☾ Catnap then on would find ways to sneak handcrafted toys into your office.

☾ Congrats, you're now his favorite person in the whole world!!! Till this day the little paper cat still stands on your desk.

☾ Catnap would always draw you every time there were arts and crafts activities in the playcare.

☾ Catnap doesn't know how Craftycorn works her magic with those hooves of hers, but the least he could do is draw a messy stickman of you. And what do you know, you adored his drawing! And now it's hung on a little frame in your room!

☾ Catnap, after you'd visit him around working hours his mood would noticeably get more lively... So lively in fact that he dashes all over the room like those house cats getting the zoomies. Dogday's in awe at how fast his sleepy buddy was. Hey, if the kids are having fun then he guesses it's fine!

☾ Despite Catnap's distorted voice box you never really minded how brief his answers were.

"You want to eat?" you chuckled. Lowering the box you were carrying to meet his gaze.

"No." he spoke, staring at you with his dotted white pupils.

"Uhm... Need something from me?" you asked curiously. You wondered what he wanted.

"...No..." He spoke again.

"You're just here to bug me, are you?" you huffed, a small smile etched on your face as you stared up the purple cat.

"..." His long tail twirled deviously.

You raise your brow at him with your arms crossed over your chest.

"Yes."

☾ The other smiling critters seem to like this side of the purple cat too! But what they don't enjoy is how loud his purring gets whenever he naps.

☾ Catnap likes to laze in your office at night. He often curls himself around your desk chair as you work. His soft purple fur a great insulator against the cold room.

☾ Catnap tends to be more active at night, hence the reason he's always scratching your bedpost. On some occasions, he'd even stretch like a cat.

☾ You made sure that after you'd finished all your paperwork you would snuggle up with him on the floor since he was a tad too big for the bed Play Co. provided for you.

☾ He hoped things would never change.

Ik ik its boring but I've been wanting a bit of sweet stuff yknow

This the thing Catnap made for u btw :>

Peper kat!!!!!!!

[beeslibrarycorner]

Escape

Felix catton x reader x Oliver quick

Warnings: none

It all started when the three of you were awoken by heavy rain and very loud thunder. It was 5:30 am.

That doesn’t stop Oliver or Felix from trying to at least get you to go back to sleep so that your sleep schedule wouldn’t be messed up for the next couple of nights. They were very adamant about it and you could see and hear the stubbornness from them.

Felix pulled you to lay your head on his chest while Oliver started to rub soothing circles into your back. Felix started humming so that the deep vibration of his voice would get you back to sleep.

Unfortunately it wasn’t working, you were wide awake and wanting to get out of bed. No it wasn’t a want it was a need, you were starting to get restless.

Felix naturally is stubborn and does not let you get out of bed. “I’m sorry darling me and Ollie just want a cuddle with our favorite girl”he said. Oliver hushes you when you make noise in protest. This goes on for awhile until you just accept your fate of being stuck between the two.

Your thirst for coffee is still there but you just have to wait until they fall back to sleep, it’s only a matter of time before it happens. Twenty minutes later Felix gently places you on the pillows and Oliver wraps his arms around you. He walks off to the bathroom, a few minutes later Oliver detaches from you and stretches yawning and turning away.

You jump out of bed quickly before Oliver could turn back over and grab you. You moved fast out of the room when you heard Felix leave the bathroom and gasp at what had happened.

“We’re going to get you darling” Felix called out and you couldn’t help but giggle. You heard socked feet moving after you and you felt your heart thump in your chest.

You ran through hallways and Corodoors without any real plan in mind. You didn’t know how far along the two of them were as you kept moving along.

Once you reached the kitchen, you grabbed the coffee grinds to make yourself a mug. A loud gasp startled you, which in turn made you drop the coffee grounds back on the counter. You saw Oliver on the other side of the kitchen island “sweet girl, it’s too early for you to have coffee” he said, he had a look in his eyes that ment trouble.

He tried to round the island to reach you and you bolted for the dining room. You heard Felix chuckle somewhere but you couldn’t care less, you needed your coffee.

They were toying with you and you did not like how small you felt, that was there goal though in the end. You had to get out of that area fast before you were caught by one of them and you would be stuck in bed for a couple more hours.

You ran through another threshold to get into another room. You bumped into Felix and before you could back away he hoisted you onto his shoulder. “I told you love, we were going to get you” Felix said, he sounded tired now. “Put me down” you said “I need to make my coffee” you continued moving your body slightly to make a point.

“Not a chance darling, you shouldn’t be drinking coffee this early in the morning” he said echoing what Oliver said before. “Anyways coffee causes you to become anxious and that’s not good for you lovey, Ollie can get you some juice if you want something to drink.” He said before patting your bottom and continuing to walk down the hallway. You felt Oliver grab your calf and give it a light squeeze.

Felix threw you on the bed and Oliver plopped down and dragged you under the covers, Felix doing the same. The two of them were tired from the events and when you looked at the clock you saw it was only 7 am you inwardly groaned.

“Don’t pout honey” Felix says there’s a teasing lilt to his voice. “I think I know how to get her to feel abit sleepier” Oliver said from over your shoulder.

“Oh yeah? What’s your idea?” Felix asks as he hitches your leg over his own. Suddenly you feel fingertips scritching along your sides and ribs, you try to curl in on yourself. Felix chuckles, “oh I like your idea Ollie” he says before he starts to join in.

Going for the skin under your arms, you can’t help but laugh harder from the attack. When they do finally stop you feel your muscles have become a bit more weighted and your head felt a bit fuzzy.

Oliver moved closer to you and Felix brushed the hair out of your face, both of them watching how tired you were. “Well done Ollie, she’s starting to doze”Felix says and a big hand comes down on your back and starts rubbing circles there.

You don’t care who’s it belongs to, you can’t even be mad at them for doing this.

“See it’s not that hard to be a good girl, isn’t it sweetheart?” Oliver murmurs into your hair and you make an unintelligible noise in response. You hear both of them chuckle and you feel them snuggle in closer.

You fall asleep a few minutes the two of the not far behind.

[darkicedragon]

Fanfic: Pace the Night [Hanging Out]

Fandom: Noblesse Summary: Just a regular night of the full moon. Rating: PG Genre: General Word count: 2,647 Total word count: 40,894 Status: Work in progress Other parts in the collection

Tao yawned as he headed up the stairs. All the updates had finally complied and had sorted all the issues he'd wanted dealt with. It was dark o'clock and that meant there was only a few hours before the sun rose ag-

There was someone on the landing. Breathing heavily and huh, Tao hadn't seen anyone on the feeds before he left the security room.

He peeked through the banister to-

Oh.

Definitely not human-shaped, but still vaguely human with long limbs and paws that ended in fingers. Covered in silver fur with a tail to boot, Tao could still recognise the placement of scars all over the werewolf's body.

"Heya, M," Tao said, M-21's head snapping to him, ears pricked in Tao's direction. M-21 was bigger like this, about a head taller and wider.

The reaction wasn't what Tao expected from him, not when Tao hadn't been that quiet coming up the stairs. "Sooo, if ya understand me, lift your right hand. Paw?" It was definitely a hand, but it also had toe beans and that was a super major distinction right there.

M-21 stared at him, not moving.

...Hm. It was hard to tell if that was him not understanding what Tao said, or if that was M-21 understanding him perfectly and refusing to do it.

"Well, you haven't attacked me, so that's a good sign," Tao said, walking up the rest of the stairs, "but you haven't tried talkin' or doing anything that shows you're still, uh, thinking." 'Still in there' probably wasn't right. This was temporary, just like the other times M-21's transformation had upgraded.

Tao held out a hand, M-21 eyeing it with narrowed eyes.

And like every other time M-21 had gotten stronger, he'd slept and eaten his weight in food afterwards. Since Tao didn't know how long M-21 had been transformed for already... "You wanna get something to eat?"

Maybe M-21's transformation was different if it was -Tao peeked out the window- a full moon, yep. However it was affecting M-21's transformation. If it was. It could just be a coincidence.

M-21 leaned forward, sniffing Tao's hand.

All at once, Tao saw M-21 relax and pressed into Tao's hand, his tail flicking side to side.

Tao grinned. "You recognise me now, huh? I smell like pack?" M-21 didn't react to that either, huffing instead when Tao scritched him behind the ears.

Yeah, definitely wasn't thinking like himself.

Tao snickered under his breath as M-21 pushed harder with a growl. "You like that, huh?" he cooed, taking out his phone and recording a video. He knew M-21 was going to hate being recorded like this when he wasn't aware of what he was doing, but Tao also knew M-21 was going to immediately think he attacked everyone.

So proof was needed that M-21 hadn't completely lost his mind and had tried to hurt them.

Tao turned his head at the click of a door opening down the hallway. He waved at Takeo's peeking eye through the slit in the door. No surprise Takeo had heard them.

"We're gonna make a midnight snack!" Or whatever time it was.

"Do you think that will help?" Takeo said as he stepped out his room. As soon as he did, M-21 went over, jamming his snout into Takeo's hair.

M-21's tail wagged even harder and Tao was so glad he still had the video running and caught that.

Inspection done, M-21 lifted his head to look between them.

"Help? No idea! But somethin' to fill the time to see if this'll last the entire full moon? Sure!" Tao grabbed M-21 by the elbow, hooking his other arm around Takeo's. "We're heading downstairs!"

They followed him down, though it took M-21 a second to figure out where to place his paws and Tao wasn't really sure how M-21's legs worked. He'd seen them on other animals, but seeing M-21 move... Tao wasn't surprised M-21 seemed more comfortable on all fours on the stairs.

Frankenstein's kitchen was big, but felt that bit smaller with the three of them in it, M-21's tail thumping against cabinets every once in a while.

"So what have we got..." Tao said, rummaging through the fridge. Enough ingredients to make multiple meals for sure. If Tao knew how to use them all. He could look up a recipe but hmmm.

For now it was probably better if they made something quick.

So Takeo was on cutting duty, Tao on cooking duty and M-21-

"Hey, hey!" Tao yelped, pushing M-21's snout away from the sizzling pan for the third time. "Yeah, it smells great, but it's not ready yet! I don't wanna see if you've got a human or werewolf stomach and if you can eat raw meat or not!"

M-21 wasn't listening to him, eyes and ears focused on the pen. It was a good sign M-21 had enough control to not just grab the food straight from the pan, but it would have been nice if M-21 listened to him too!

"And I don't think it'd feel great if your snout or eyes got burned by the oil, yeah?" Tao continued, still pushing M-21's snout away. "Even if you'd heal straight away."

They'd managed to slip an apron over M-21's head though it did get buried into his fur, but Tao wasn't sure there was any kind of mask or goggles that would fit around M-21's current face. And if M-21 would tolerate them for more than a minute before ripping them off anyway.

Still, that was also a good addition to Tao's photo album.

They eventually finished cooking and the kitchen didn't look like they'd had a fight or two in it, which was a lot of progress!

"Okay, M!" Tao said, turning to him after hanging up his own apron. "Time to take this off!"

M-21 watched him approach, but as soon as Tao touched the apron, M-21 pulled back with a growl, ears flat.

Huh. "Do you wanna keep it on?" Tao said, lifting his hands away. The way Frankenstein cleaned everything, the apron probably didn't smell like the rest of them, but maybe it was M-21's mind returning a bit and he wanted clothes.

Another low grow, but M-21 was relaxing the longer Tao didn't try to grab the apron again.

"You can keep it then." Tao picked up a plate instead. At worst, the apron would have werewolf fur clinging onto it afterwards.

The three of them squeezed into the couch in the living room, M-21's tail laying across Takeo's lap while the movie played on the TV, barely above mute.

M-21 probably wasn't going to remember it since he didn't remember anything when he was instinctual. Tao probably wasn't going to remember because he'd been up the whole night already. So it was probably Takeo who was most likely to remember what happened.

They could watch it again later.

M-21 didn't seem to be paying much attention to the screen and eating whatever he could get his paws on, Takeo pulling over another plate before M-21 had finished.

"I think we should make bigger portions next time," Takeo said as M-21 took the plate from him and then tried to eat it all in one bite. Wolfed it down, heh.

Tao snickered. "We could just raid the fridge instead." Maybe M-21 was so interested in the food because he was that hungry.

Tao pulled out his phone, setting an alert to buy more food before the next full moon. Frankenstein's fridge was always packed but who knew what could happen. Plus, M-21 could choose what he wanted to eat too.

Since he had his phone anyway, Tao took a couple more selfies with M-21 with a bunch of different poses. M-21 knew what he was doing because M-21's ears swivelled towards Tao, but M-21 stayed focused on eating.

"Do you think it would help if M-21 ate before he transformed?" It should mean M-21 was less hungry after, but cooking had been a nice time filler. And they would have been less fun stuff for Tao to film. ...But Tao could easily find more stuff to do and even M-21 standing there was cool enough to take photos of.

Maybe he could figure out a way for M-21's suit to stretch to fit his transformation. He would need to figure out how to make a suit that didn't get destroyed during a regular transformation in the first place though... Tao had already had three prototypes and none of them had worked!

"At the rate he's eating?" Takeo said, reaching for another plate. "I think he'd be eating before and after his transformation.

"Yeah," Tao said with a laugh. Either way, M-21 would probably eat the same amount. "Could still help though!" They could test it out next time.

They needed to make a second trip to the kitchen after M-21 cleared everything on the table and M-21 wasn't hovering as much around the food while Tao and Takeo cooked.

"You just like our company, huh, M?" Tao said, watching as M-21 hooked his chin over Takeo's shoulder, peering at what Takeo was doing.

"Hrr."

It was a response, which was more than they had an hour ago.

When they got back to the couch, M-21 curled up in the centre, looking like he didn't have a spine.

"I think he's going to sleep," Takeo said, sitting down next to him and Tao could see M-21's eyes were staying closed more than they were open.

"Aww, you wanted to make sure we ate too?"

"Hrr." M-21's tail thumped against Takeo's lap all of once before settling down again.

Tao buried his hand in M-21's fur, seeing an ear twitch but M-21 didn't open an eye. Tao could feel the deeper second coat, which was probably why M-21 was fine in just the apron.

Tao yawned as M-21 settled down, covering more of Tao's lap. Maybe it was time for a nap - M-21 probably had a few more hours before he transformed back, and he shouldn't do much if he was sleeping during it.

* * * M-21 woke up warmer than usual, and his bed was lumpier than usual too.

And he was naked.

Almost naked. He was wearing something over his chest and a blanket covered the rest of him.

M-21 cracked an eye open, seeing the living room table in front of him. It was covered in empty plates.

The reason why his 'bed' felt so strange was because he was sprawled across two laps. He didn't have to look to know he was with Tao and Takeo.

They must have been watching something together and fallen asleep but... M-21 couldn't remember what they were watching. He couldn't remember going downstairs with them either.

The last thing he remembered was going to his room and then... And then...?

"Good morning, M-21," Takeo said, arching his back.

And why was he naked? "What happened last night?" Had he lost his mind?

"You transformed," Tao said, phone already in his hand, probably checking for the latest updates, "and went instinctual."

M-21's stomach dropped. He'd lost his m-

"Here." Tao shoved his phone under M-21's nose.

On the screen, M-21 could see...himself. He assumed the werewolf on the screen was him since Tao was showing him it.

It was a more complete transformation, no skin visible under the fur apart from the familiarly placed scars.

Also wearing a pink apron that could barely contain the fur under it.

M-21 lifted the blanket, revealing the same pink apron. It also released a cloud of silver fur from under it.

"The biggest danger you were was to the food," Tao said as he swiped to the side, showing a video of Takeo handing a plate to...his transformed self. The plate wasn't smashed but held between large paws while transformed-him ate it face first.

"That doesn't make sense," M-21 said, Tao showing him another video of transformed-him helping in the kitchen. "The last time I lost my mind-"

"You were in the middle of a fight," Takeo finished for him.

Tao nodded. "Yeah, you just carried on from what you were doing before your transformation leveled up. Here, I found you on the landing upstairs and all you wanted to do was eat." Tao paused and then peered at M-21. "How you feelin' anyway? Hungry?"

M-21 took a second to figure out what his body was wanting. "No?" Normally after a new transformation, it was like he hadn't eaten in a week and... The table did look like he'd managed that.

"Awesome!" Tao said, clapping M-21 on the shoulder. "We'll do that again next time." Tao flopped back against the couch with a sigh. "Buuut we should get up before Boss does."

M-21 felt a chill run up his spine, seeing the lightening sky out the window. They would get a raised eyebrow if Frankenstein caught them in the middle of a mess.

Somehow that was more threatening that anything that had happened at the Union.

Together, it didn't take them long to clear everything away and clean up the kitchen.

"Not one broken glass?" M-21 said, wiping his hands on the apron. Even when M-21 still had his mind, they usually broke something.

"I know, right?" Tao cackled as he threw his arms around M-21 and Takeo's shoulders. "C'mon, let's go so we can pretend we weren't up the entire night!"

Frankenstein would still know. Somehow. They'd left a cup out of place somewhere that he could feel through the door.

M-21 and Takeo carried Tao up the stairs since he didn't let go, but Tao didn't hop off when they neared his room. Takeo didn't move towards his own door either.

M-21 looked at them and Tao grinned.

"We've spent the whole night together already, so why split up now? Pluuus," Tao continued, arm tightening around M-21's neck for a second, "we know you, and you need company and distraction after somethin' like this."

No, he didn - Take was already walking towards M-21's door, Tao lifting his legs to swing again and...

The last few times his transformation had changed, and he'd finally gone to bed afterwards, after all the blood tests, after all the checks to see if it had only been a temporary boost, after seeing what all the changes were...

His brain wouldn't shut the fuck up even when the rest of him was fucking exhausted. Circling the same thoughts, not even making any kind-

"Oi," Tao said, as they entered M-21's room, "I can see what's happening! No thinking! It's sleepin' time!"

M-21 snorted, because they all knew the only way they could stop him thinking would be...if he was sleeping. Sometimes he couldn't escape even then, dreams and nightmares-

M-21 swore as his legs buckled - no, someone had swept them, and his head thumped against someone's shoulder. He glowered at Takeo's smile, because he knew it was a distraction, something to pull his thoughts away, and he had felt the blip in his thoughts just enough that his brain didn't latch onto it again to restart the cycle.

"...Thanks," M-21 said as Takeo lowered him to bed.

"Anytime." Tao leaned in to kiss M-21's forehead and then snuggled up against him, Takeo taking the other side.

He could already feel his thoughts trying to surge again, to remind him that he was a monster, he wasn't human anymore.

He knew that. Of course he knew that already. He'd seen it whenever he went to Frankenstein's lab.

But Tao and Takeo were there, their bodies pressed up against him as their breathing filled his ears. He could listen to them instead, focus on them and maybe then his thoughts could settle and he would fall asleep.

He would try to deal with what happened when he woke up.

[rarepairdumpster]

Pokemon AU

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: T C/W: Pokemon AU, Silco loves Pokemon, Growlithe is jealous

A/N: Some Pokemon refrences if you aren't familiar! Persian | Growlithe | Shiny Dragonair | Skitty

Silco is the head of Team Rocket and  Viktor is an assistant at a pokemon research lab.

Silco's Persian is as scarred and ruthless as he is, but tender af with him.

Viktor has a shiny Dragonair and a Growlithe as a support animal.

Growlithe curling up next to Viktor's bad leg, so Viktor can get relief from the constant heat that Growlithe exudes.

Silco walking into the lab one day, dressed all fancy, with Persian prowling at his side.

And Viktor startles out of his fixation on what he was doing because Growlithe starts barking and growling.

Viktor seeing that man walking through the lab so casually, hands tucked into pockets, as he inspects the lab equipment etc. And Viktor bristles.

"The lab is closed to visitors today," Viktor states, voice a little sharp.

"Yes, I saw," the man responds, not looking at him. Instead he picks up an odd pokeball, admiring the unusual colouring and humming thoughtfully, before setting it back down.

"That implies you aren't supposed to be here," Viktor replies, standing.

"Normally, it would. But I'm not a visitor." The man turns, revealing his scarred face, his eye. His thin mouth lifts in a smirk. "But as of this morning, I own this lab."

Viktor stands up as quickly as he can, bowing. "I'm sorry I didn't realize, Mr. Silco."

Silco's smirk deepens and then he glances at Growlithe. "You have a protective pokemon there."

"Yes," Viktor answers, a little sheepish. He rests a soothing hand on Growlithe's head and the barking and growling subsides, but the hound is still glaring flames at Silco and the Persian. "She worries about me a lot."

"I've heard of you," Silco says, setting the ball down. "Viktor, right?"

Viktor nods.

"I've heard you have a very interesting Pokemon in your possession," Silco gets a very interested look in his eye. "And I don't mean your Growlithe."

Viktor's hand starts to go to his belt before he stops and grabs a sandwich he'd been eating instead.

Silco's smirk drops slightly. "I'd like to see it."

"My personal pokemon have nothing to do with the research here," Viktor answers, stiff and uncertain. 

He isn't sure it's a good thing that this man is so....intrigued.

Silco steps forward, not as close as he would like to because of the Growlithe, but enough to get his intentions across.

"I'm afraid I won't be asking again." 

Silco's Persian pads in front of him, glaring at the Growlithe.

Viktor licks his lips, swallows, and concedes finally, because he has worked too hard to lose his job now. He reaches for the miniaturised pokeball at the back of his belt.

"Come with me to the pool," Viktor says, gripping the ball tightly. "She's too large to be let out in the lab."

Silco's brows shoot upwards, but he doesn't argue.

Viktor (and Growlithe) led them through the lab, into a large pool area that Viktor was thankful had a private section that was large enough for Dragonair. He turned to Silco before releasing her. 

"If you could please put your Persian away," Viktor explains, "She is uncomfortable around unfamiliar Pokemon."

Silco narrows his eyes, but gives Persian a scritch between her ears before pulling her pokeball from his own belt. 

Persian huffs, giving Viktor a mean look, but doesn't resist.

Once Persian is away, Growlithe sits down, relaxing a little bit but still keeping her eyes on Silco. 

Viktor nods and turns to the water, and opens the ball with one hand, letting Dragonair materialize in the water.

Dragonair is the prettiest shade of purple Silco has ever seen

"As you can see," Viktor points out as the Dragonair leans towards him and he reaches out to pet her nose, "she has unique coloring and happens to be quite larger than most specimens on record."

"She is beautiful," Silco responds, voice a little hushed

She also happens to be a lil whore for praise, so immediately preens at the compliment.

Viktor smirks at her. "Ah, she loves the attention."

"You may come closer, if you like."

Silco would absolutely like. Doesn't hesitate to hold his hand out in offering, palm open to let her snuffle at him.

A breath that isnt quite a laugh escapes him when he feels the gust of her warm breath travel right up under his sleeve, up to sensitive elbow.

Viktor watches Silco and finds himself smiling. As much as Dragonair loved attention, she still had fabulous intuition. Theres no way she would be interacting with him so well otherwise. 

Viktor tilts his head softly. Maybe Silco wasn't as bad as he presented himself.

Yes, and as clever as Growlithe is, Viktor knows she can get spooked over the silliest things.

Growlithe has growled at Jayce more than a few times over what Viktor considered to be small disagreements.

It's one of the reasons Jayce never made a move.

But Dragonair is quiet and thoughtful in comparison.

And Viktor can practically see the hearts in her eyes when she looks at and nuzzles Silco (much to his surprise the first time she headbutts him.)

Silco strokes the side of her head with a gentle hand, like a jockey might with a Rapidash.

Dragonair closes her eyes, enjoying the touch.

A few days later, when Silco visits the lab and finds Viktor working with Dragonair, she lets out an excited trill and meets him at the edge of the pool.

Silco smiles, a small expression, but genuine, and indulges her when she pushes her big head towards his hands.

Viktor sighs but smiles. "She's lucky we were finishing up." He puts his clipboard under his arm and walks over. "How can I help you?"

"I was hoping you would have some time to discuss some things with me," Silco replies, keeping his eyes on Dragonair as he pet her. "Such as the direction this lab will be taking with future research"

Viktor arches a brow. "I'm the assistant. Surely, you'd rather speak to the professor."

"I don't like to limit myself to the opinions of people who value themselves higher than others," Silco explains, looking up at Viktor. "Also I've been looking at some of the projects you've been working on and I believe you've been underutilized."

Viktor feels a faint warmth on his face as he hears his own private thoughts parroted back to him.

"If you're ready, I'm prepared to give you more responsibility and freedom in your research," Silco goes on. "There are a few things I will be encouraging and that is what I would like to discuss."

Viktor takes a breath. Glances at Dragonair, who's gazing back at him with those big, calm eyes.  "I'm open to a discussion."

"Are you hungry?" Silco asks, looking at the watch on his wrist. "I believe it's about time for lunch and I've just found this interesting cafe right down the street."

The interesting cafe turns out to be a Skitty Cafe, where you can pet Skitties while you have lunch/whatever.

Viktor is starting to realize just how much Silco just REALLY likes Pokemon and Pokemon like him too.

Viktor definitely wasn't expecting that especially from what he had heard.

Growlithe still stubbornly doesn't like him though.

She's jealous of how much time they start spending together

Persian warms up to Viktor though, slowly

She will slap Growlithe though. They have a bitter rivalry.

Silco scolds Persian whenever he catches her going for Growlithe.

And Viktor does the same with Growlithe.

Growlithe dragging Viktor to the evolution stones the next time he's at the mart, because Growlithe wants to be big enough to punt Persian through the air.

Viktor is confused because she is far too young for that still.

Growlithe grabs the cushion holding the stones, and spills them onto the floor, barking up at him determinedly.

Arch + Woods

[sethsclearwater]

I need to know your thoughts on how cats would react to the wolfpack memebers 🥹 I can imagine Seth & Embry being so determined to win the cat over if the cat doesn't like them at first 🫶🏻

the two of them would be the CUTEST🥺🥺 also this is like sort of poly!embryxreaderxseth???

...

"oh my god look-" seth whispered excitedly as your cat purred rubbed her head up against his arm for the first time ever. you giggled, peeking over at him and smiling as he sat as still as possible, worried about startling her.

"what the fuck," embry whined when he saw what was happening, immediately getting up from the couch where you two were seated to sit on the floor next to seth and the cat.

you and seth let out breathy laughs at his annoyance, "just sit by her for a little while," you murmured encouragingly, offering embry a soft smile when he gave you a grumpy frown.

you giggled, rolling your eyes, "c'mere," you murmured, smiling when embry leaned up against the couch, nestling inbetween your legs so he could rest his head on your knee.

"i'm sure she's just being nice because seth probably smells like me right now," you explained, gently running your fingers through embry's short hair as he let out another grumpy sigh, watching as your cat continued purring and nuzzling her head against seth's bicep.

"or she just likes me more than embry," seth teased, eliciting a laugh from you and a gasp from embry.

"embry," you cooed, doing your best to contain your giggles, "she'll get used to you eventually. just gotta spend more time with her, yea? she's shy," you explained, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of his head as he feigned more dramatics about his disapproval of the whole situation.

he huffed, but conceded none-the-less, instead settling for wrapping his arms around your calves and giving them a soft squeeze. you smiled, turning your attention back to seth who seemed to have made even more progress with your cat who was now curled up in his lap, happily purring as she nuzzled his chest.

"maybe you should ask seth for some tips," you teased embry who let out a groan and rolled his eyes.

"definitely not," he said, all three of you laughing at his reluctance, "i'm definitely her favorite," he added, making you giggle as you looked over to your cat who was (quite clearly) loving seth clearwater at the moment.

before you could tease him some more, seth sneezed and your cat was quick to jump off his lap and head over to you for some protection, "oh come on-" seth whined, frowning as he looked at your cat who was curling up behind you, "seriously? we were doing so good," he groaned, throwing his head back dramatically.

embry laughed, happy to know the two were even again as you gently threaded your fingers through your cat's fur to offer her some scritches.