#hes a pathetic little soaking wet meow meow lets face it

[ask-theredcrown]

what can I say? The people like pathetic men who have suffered to an incomprehensible degree.

"Pathetic?"

[yngles]

❝ [sloppy] ❞

↳ “how bts like to get fucked”

↳ boypussy!bts x reader

↳ dom!reader, sub!bts, (kinda) implied poly!ot7, reader isn’t gendered but has a dick, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, squirting, dacryphilia, praise kink, degradation/slut shaming (consensual dw), breeding kink, daddy kink (r. receiving), pet play, mentions of bondage, lmk if i’m missing anything <3

↳ don’t know if anyone else fucks with bp bangtan… but i know i do!! also catboy yoongi is sooo hot to me - rory

❝ [kim seokjin] ¡! ❞

↳ seokjin will take you in any way you could think of. this man loves getting fucked more than anything in the world, so feel free to bend him over whenever you want. but he especially loves when you have him ride your cock, making him do all the work without you even lifting a finger. although jin is the #1 pillow princess, he can’t help but enjoy it when you punish him by making him seek his own pleasure without your help.

“what do you need, jinnie?” you can see how your words make him shiver from where he is sat in your lap. “please want your cock. i’ve been waiting for days!” his eyes are getting more teary the longer you make him wait. “i know you have been, sweetheart, i can feel you dripping through your panties.” he gasps, hips slightly shifting to gratify the pent up need radiating through his body. seokjin lets out small whines at the feeling of your cock rubbing against his clothed pussy. your hands come to rest on his hips to stop his movements, making him cry out, tears finally leaving his eyes as he pathetically pushes against your hands to let him move again. “if you want my cock, you can get it yourself.” once he hears your statement, jin is immediately scrambling to pull down both of your underwear and sliding down onto your dick. his slick walls easily suck you deeper as he rests his hands on your shoulders to help keep himself up right. he sits still for a moment, beautifully empaled of your cock, only to be startled back to reality when you place a sharp smack on his ass. “thought you wanted it bad, jinnie, what’s taking you so long?”

❝ [min yoongi] ¡! ❞

↳ yoongi likes it best when you take him from behind. holding himself up on his hands and knees, back arched as you pound in and out of his messy cunt. he loves it when you play into his fantasy, turning your little kitty into a bitch in heat. yoongi wants you to put a collar on him and place cute cat ears on his head, maybe even push a tail buttplug up his back hole. if he gets deep enough into his headspace he’ll start meowing, which makes you start fucking into him at a feral pace while you pump him full of your seed.

all that was heard throughout the dorm was the sound of skin on skin and the wet noise of slick being pushed out of yoongi’s hole. every time you hit his special spot, he would let out a string of meows which only encouraged you to fuck him harder. “does it feel good, kitty?” “meeoow~” was all he responded with, not being able to communicate with words once he got this far into his own head. “want me to fill you up with my pups? gonna knock you up just like you’ve been begging for, kitten.” your vulgar language causes the man’s arms to give out, making him fall face first into the mattress, the cat ears sliding further down into his disheveled hair. you reach your arm under his torso and force him to arch his back more, causing him to fuck your cock deeper into his soaking pussy. the wet sounds made by your ongoing thrusts cause yoongi to cry out, clenching around your dick as he gets closer to his climax. you groan at the feeling and finally fill him up, making him whine and cry as his greedy pussy sucks up every last drop.

❝ [jung hoseok] ¡! ❞

↳ hobi is a slut for seeing your face. any position where he can look at you while you fuck him will make him come very quickly. he loves when you put his legs over your shoulders while you fuck into him, the angle shooting pleasure straight to his core. he’s so loud in bed, unable to stop himself from screaming out when you hit the right spot inside him. he doesn’t even care if his members hear the noises he lets out, wanting them to know that he’s getting fucked by you so well.

“oh myyyy godd!!” hoseok’s screams reverberate around the room as you continue to piston into him at and incredible speed. each time you thrust into him his body goes flying against the headboard, legs flailing from where they are stationed around your shoulders. “that’s it, seok-ah. let everyone know how good i’m fucking you. bet they’re rubbing themselves to the sound of your moans.” your words have his legs trembling and his hands grasping at your arms, which are placed on his hips to keep him in place. “please! please i need it so bad!” hoseok cries out, the amount of cream caking at the base of your dick increasing after each thrust. “i’ll give you whatever you need, baby.” as you finish your sentence, he meets your eyes and you can feel the way he tightens at the intimate connection. your increasing speed causes immense pressure in his pussy, causing him to squirt around you. the liquid soaks both of your stomachs and makes the slide of your cock into his overstimulated pussy much smoother.

❝ [kim namjoon] ¡! ❞

↳ joon likes to get fucked laying on his bed with his legs wrapped around your waist. it’s so relaxing for him to have the ability to sit back and be taken care of. he enjoys you fucking him at a fast but gentle pace, relishing in the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of his walls. joon absolutely loves when you come inside of him but he doesn’t mind if you pull out and nut all over his thighs and tummy.

“taking me so well, joonie” “thank you, thank you- i love it so much. fucking me so good~” he replies, eyes struggling to focus on yours as you continue to thrust inside of him. “are you close, baby? i can feel you getting tighter around me.” your words makes his eyes roll back into his head and his mouth fall open in a silent moan. “gonna come! please can i come?” you lean down to suck on his neck as he keeps begging for release. you reach you hand between your two bodies, quickly rubbing his clit to bring him closer to the edge. “of course you can, baby. want you to come all over my cock.” at your words, he flings his head back against the pillows and allows the pleasure to overtake him. he releases his juices around you, soaking your hand and the bed sheets beneath you. “such a good boy, gonna come inside you now. i know you want it, baby.”

❝ [park jimin] ¡! ❞

↳ jimin really loves riding you, goes crazy at the thought of being able to take your dick however he wants. he especially likes reverse cowgirl, he loves twerking on your cock to hear you groan and give him a good slap on his cheeks. the sting only helps to keep him going, riding you harder once he knows that you are enjoying the view. another fan of creampies, he doesn’t like to let any of your come go to waste. if it slides out once you’re done with him, he’ll scoop it up with his fingers and shove it back inside.

jimin turns away from you, straddling your hips and lining himself up with your large cock. he is always excited when he’s able to take you inside him, no matter how long it’s been since it last happened. once he slides down to the hilt he looks back at you, only to find you staring straight at his butt. “i can never get enough of your fat ass, min. you always look so fucking good taking me.” you end your statement by gripping both of his asscheeks in your palms. jimin whines at once the possessive feeling of your hands on him disappears, leaning forward slightly and shaking his ass on your cock, listening to the sound of it clapping against your skin echo around the sweaty room. you groan at the sight and plant your feet against the bed, bucking your cock deep into jimin’s waiting pussy. he knows that by the end of the night he’ll be full of your seed and that satisfies him enough to let you set the pace, grasping the skin of your thighs in his small hands. “that’s it daddy, jiminie loves your dick so much.”

❝ [kim taehyung] ¡! ❞

↳ taehyung likes to be held while you’re having sex. whether that be you holding him tight to your chest while you gently thrust into him on the bed, or pining him against the wall as you claim his pussy for your own pleasure. as you go between the different scenarios, tae has his preferences of how he likes to be treated and addressed. if you’re slowly making love to him on your shared bed, he likes when you praise him and tell him how well he’s taking you. on the other hand, he loves when you call him a dirty whore when you are fucking him so fast he can barely comprehend what’s going on. as long as you give him proper aftercare, he’s happy.

“how do you want it tonight, taetae?” you gaze down at your sub from where he’s seated on the couch. “want to feel it. please.” he looks at you with puppy eyes and a pout that you would never be able to resist in a million years. “of course, jagiya. you know i’ll always give it to you however you want.” you lean down to scoop him into your arms, his legs automatically wrapping around your waist and his arms circling your neck. you carry him through the hallway, unable to focus on your steps as he sucks on your neck. you come to a stop outside his bedroom door, pushing him against the wall, unable to resist the urge to take him any longer. you shove your pants down and push his panties to the side, inserting your cock into his waiting hole and setting an overwhelming pace. taehyung throws his head back against the wall as you push into him and whisper dirty things into his ear. he comes alarmingly quick due to the amount of stimulation you were providing him with, you following shortly behind him, pulling out to come across his stomach. as you come down from your highs, you hear the door open down the hall and a voice ring out, “can we join next time?” you laugh at the request, knowing tonight is gonna be long for both you and taehyung.

❝ [jeon jungkook] ¡! ❞

↳ one of jungkook’s biggest kinks is bondage. he loves the feeling of being restricted and not having the ability to touch you. it makes him incredibly wet that you are able to do whatever you want to him and he can’t do anything to stop you. he likes when you tie his hands behind his back and fuck him doggy style, having to shove his face into the pillows to quite his screams. he also loves having you eat him out before fucking him because it gets him nice and ready to take your fat cock, but also it turns him on so much seeing you not be able to resist yourself when your face is shoved in his cunt.

“yes!! fuck me with your tongue! feels so good… i don’t know if i can wait any longer.” as soon as jungkook says that, you remove your face from his pussy, grabbing his hair to pull his back flush to your chest. “you’re not going to come until i’m fucking you with my cock. do you understand?” he immediately nods at your words, grinding his ass against your bulge as he tries to get you to put your dick in him. “words, guk.” “yes! yes! i understand! i promise i won’t come until you tell me to!” you let out a satisfied groan at his words, shoving his legs apart to line your cock up with his entrance. as you push in, jungkook can’t help but scream into the sheets beneath him, the pleasure in his core building up as you bottom out.

[jinkicake]

BIG MOOD PATHETIC SCARAMOUCHE IS SO FUNNY HES RLY THE LITTLE MEOW MEOW😭 need him to be absolutely obsessed w me but he’s too embarrassed that he wants to hold my hand so he pretends to hate me and im like “ that’s mice sweetheart what di you want for dinner?” Saw someone make a dc where you ignore him for like 5 days and he’s on his knees begging like “PLEASE LOOK AT ME” like thats so real to me😭😭 bc once you’ve given him affection he’s gunna do everything to keep it within his grasp😔 ALSO HE DEF WOULD TIE YOU UP AND LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN💀 childe and singora are so casual about it😭 when he comes back they talk like you’re not even there “how long have they been here?” “I lost count after the fourth hour” “ they’re still conscious I’m impressed” like he’s such an asshole but he will do the 🥺🥺👉🏼👈🏼”can I have a hug” afterwards💀 love that for him. Keeps him in my pocket like a little purse dog, he’s my guard dog boyfriend bc he will kill first and ask questions later. “ I don’t like how he looked at you” “he’s the waiter” AND YOOOO DONT EVEN LET DOTTORE UGLY ASS COME CLOSE TO YOU ITS OVER FR-don’t like his new design he’s just a creep like I was the “clones” back the short haired funny scientist dude like I like them unhinged in a clown way!! He’s fuckable, the abusive leather daddy dom on the other hand😒 like he’s fun if he has a tired annoyed uncle personally like he lives to bully childe. But just going around threatening scaramouche and collei bc I forgot he did experiments on her too in the manga is musty like that mask is lame!! WHERE IS THE CLOWN KING😡- he would reflexively go for his throat like he opens his mouth and suddenly his throat is slit “ my bad I got anxious” SGDHSHS UNDERSTANDABLE😭😭😭 and the streets is saying he’s gunna have a claymore??? BE SERIOUS HES A SCIENTISTS TWINK WHOS HUNCHED IVER IN A LAB ALL DAY HE CANT CARY THAT SHIT?? Like he only experiments on KIDS bc he could never kidnap a whole adult like imagine he tries to get itto?? HIS ASS WOULD BE DEAD IN 10 SECONDS!! HE CANNOT FIGHT DELUSION OR NOT!! I would beat his ASS like if you don’t get your ass out my face looking like an X-ray 😒 like be bothering all them people bc he wants so ass he weights 70 pounds soaking wet so he needs to borrow childes body weight

no exACTLY. listen, i love mean!scaramouche as much as the next person but if he's not obsessed then i dont want him. pathetic!scaramouche is the best scaramouche

i saw this scaralumi fanart of him drunk at a bar and diluc calls lumine to calm scara down and when she answers hes like 'hey ugly' and she hangs up and he starts crying again and ugh it's too perfect like that artist captured his best side with that simple fanart heheh

HAHAH yeah scaramouche is the worst bc he would do something so mean to you like ignore you while working but the second he finds out youre mad at him he'll be begging for your attention like he didn't just starve you for two days.... hes a great yandere me thinks-

Scaramouche = purse dog is the best comparison ive ever read T T

okay hear me out... i can forgive all the heinous crimes dottore has committed but i draw the line at him being UGLY. Maybe if he were cuter I would also be obsessed w him but he's so..... eh- LOL i like the clones better than him! (rip to the clones :-(() but also.... him being ugly is kinda the appeal? am i right??? i can never make up my mind-

dottore is supposed to have a CLAYMORE?! WHAT THE HLLL,,,im very confused about his leaks bc i heard that the shit company can't let characters be playable if theyre evil and tbh i dont want him to be redeemed bc he literally cant be redeemed and hes fun as a psycho like??? idk idk idk im just focused on sexy yelan in 3.4 she will be mine!

also isn't dottore one of the top three strongest in the fatui??? right i think....? i seriously dont know how but tbh i dont care! i just focus on mr hottie soooooooooooo sexy capitano teehee

[deepinifhell]

That is actually the main reason I go back and forth on Mousse being canon, because he does make the timeline a little finicky. Thankfully, Sera established the time between when the detective was knocked out in Book 1 and then woke up at the Agency was only a few hours. Neveah has an automatic feeder so don't worry, he got dinner on time.

As for what happened when Neveah realized she would be staying for a while...you have unlocked an impromptu WIP Wednesday from deep in my documents:

The Agency sends a regular staff member to check on Mousse the first night, which was a mistake on their part. He's very misleading because when the person comes up to the door he is waiting right at the door, meowing very loudly and pathetically, only to scratch the shit out of them upon realizing that they are not Neveah. After that, they send someone from one of the lower ranking units for the next few days until she can go home.

Unit Bravo is even more misled because, in addition to the plaintive door meowing, they get to see Mousse circle around Neveah's legs and purr and demand pets and rub his face on her. Ava and Morgan largely ignore the cat at this time, and so are spared from his initial wrath. Nat however, is now convinced that Neveah is likely exaggerating and as long as she approaches respectfully they will be friends in no time. She does do everything right because Nat, but ends up getting hissed at and getting some deep cat scratches when she very carefully offers her hand to sniff. Super healing for the win though. Farah, upon witnessing this, assures the cat that she will stay out of his way, and darts past him at a suspiciously fast pace. Neveah keeps Mousse in her room a lot while Unit Bravo is there. Mousse still gets in quite a few ankle swipes. He likes to hide behind corners so he can try to sneak attack the vampires when they walk by. He also likes sitting in the middle of the hallway menacingly so they have to walk past him and right when they think Mousse has let them off the hook, he pounces. Ava probably has to stop Morgan from kicking the cat in retaliation a couple of times in Book 1. In Book 3, Mousse becomes a poor sopping wet cat. Neveah is so soaked still when she arrives at the warehouse because the only dry towels were used to dry Mousse and his carrier. He gets blow dried before Neveah takes a shower. Then he is forced to suffer and starve (Nat gets him a replica of his feeding bowl, kitty water fountain, and the litter and food he is used to by the end of the day) in an enclosed space (his own large room with a catio), alienated from his family (Neveah visits several times a day) and with nothing to entertain him (there is basically every toy a cat could possibly want in there).

Mousse the cat is extra bitter because one time he allowed Morgan to cuddle Neveah while he was sitting on her lap and then Morgan got handsy with Neveah and this disrupted his comfortable seat.

They've also definitely gotten stuck in a loop where the cat swipes at Morgan, Morgan is in pain so Neveah fusses over her, and then Mousse gets jealous, resulting in him alternating between making mournful mewls of despair at Neveah because he is the World's Loneliest Cat and hissing because he's Very Tough and Scary whenever Morgan makes eye contact.

[haritonseldonshusband]

Do dune for the meme 🔪

BLORBO (fave character/character i think about the most)

i mean, i think i have to say leto atreides here, right? i think i have to. he's so pretty. he haunts me. i want to be his loyal, beloved, trusted concubine. i want to lick shower water off of him. i want to stare at him all day, and also pet his hair so he can sleep at night. i want to wear dresses that make him stare at me during formal dinners. i want to do his paperwork for him so he can be a little less stressed. i'm in love? i'm in love.

SCRUNKLY (my "baby", character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

thufir hawat, no question. little parasol. constant :3 or 3: energy. i want to squeeze him like a stress ball. i would die for him, he would instantly try to resign if i did.

SCRIMBLO BIMBLO (underrated/underappreciated fave)

gurney halleck my beloved????? described as an ugly lump of a man in the book, which is something we literally all, everyone who ever touched dune, have decided independently to make the executive decision to ignore? hot af? bard vibes? face scar? aggression followed by affection bc the aggression is based in concern? i will wed him secretly and he will lay me down on blankets on the floor and say he wishes he could give me more and i will tell him this is all i need from him. also he will hold my hand, that part is non-negotiable.

GLUP SHITTO (obscure fave, character that can appear for 0.2 seconds in the background and i won't shut up about it for a week)

stilgar. old desert uncle. so old. so very old. soon to rejoin the sands. (for anyone who is not my husband reading this, this a long-running joke, don't look at me.) hot? hot. not just because of the desert thing, just. very attractive. 10/10, would let him spit in my mouth and thank him for it, probably.

POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

piter de vries. drug addict. stands like a homosexual, also is a homosexual. weighs maybe fifty pounds soaking wet in his little black dress aesthetic. garbage man. gay little trash boy. crumples him up like a wet paper napkin. wraps him up in a rag like a kitten trying to bite me because he is probably trying to bite me. shakes him a little.

HORSE PLINKO (character i would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

duncan idaho. shoves him in the plinko machine. watches him bing around lovingly. i adore him. i want to kiss his face. i want to make him cry. i want to see him angry and frightened. i want to braid his hair and lie against his chest and also climb him like a tree.

EEBY DEEBY (character i would send to superhell)

rabban harkonnen. i was going to say vladimir, but no, rabban deserves it more, and also if you put vladimir in a time out chair and took away his allowance, he'd be easier to deal with. maybe tether him to something so he doesn't daintily float away. anyway, send rabban straight to super hell. murder murder kill death etc.

[fangirlingtodeath513]

A True Match | a destiel fanfic

Rating: General

written for the @deanandcasbingo

Castiel’s never actually seen his next-door neighbor. He’s heard weird sounds and smelled sage and all different kinds of herbs coming from the house, though. He’s starting to think his neighbor may be a witch or a Satanist, neither of which bodes well for Castiel.

Aside from that, he’s felt a pull toward that house since he moved in, nearly six months ago now. Cas has tried bringing dinners and baked goods over to introduce himself, but his knocks have never been answered.

He doesn’t do it often, but one night he shifts into his feline form and heads out for a walk in the nearby forest. It’s peaceful and warm outside, and Castiel stays out until well after the sun sets. He doesn’t head home until the evening chill starts to creep through his fur, chilling him to the bone.

It’s not a terribly long walk back to him home—he hadn’t wandered too far—but he finds a light on in the back of his neighbor’s house. It’s in a window he could easily leap to in his current form and curiosity gets the better of him. He leaps onto the windowsill, peering inside.

There are plants everywhere. There are two baskets hanging above the window, winding leaves trailing all the way down to the floor. There are flowering pots scattered around the room, along with a few succulents adorning the desk underneath the window, which seems to be the only furniture in the room.

There’s a man sitting in the middle of the room with his eyes closed and his hands resting loosely on his thighs. He’s shirtless and Castiel takes a moment to drink in the dark black lines of tattoos that cover nearly every inch of his arms, with a few more scattered across his chest and stomach. He can’t make out the man’s face with it bowed like it is, which is unfortunate. Castiel would guess that he’s beautiful.

A big, fat raindrop lands on Castiel’s head and startles him. He loses his footing and crashes to the ground with a dull thud. Meowing lamely, he gets to his feet and bats at the wet spot on his head just as it starts to pour.

The sliding glass door nearby slides open and the man Castiel had been spying on smiles at him. “Hey there, kitty. C’mon inside, get out of the rain.”

Castiel eyes the man warily, but eventually accepts the invitation. He doesn’t want to stay out in this storm, and he has felt a draw toward the house since he moved in.

The man slides the door closed behind him, grabbing a towel off the couch nearby and kneeling down near Castiel. The man holds up the towel, raising an eyebrow. “May I?”

Castiel watches him for a minute before taking a few steps closer. The man gently dries him off, petting down Castiel’s back slowly.

“There we go, all dry. You hungry? I don’t have cat food but I have a few cans of tuna.”

Castiel blinks up at the man, curling up next to him on the floor. The man smiles and pets Cas gently.

“No collar on you, hm? I wonder whose kitty you are, they must be missing you.”

If only, Cas laments. He doesn’t have anyone to go home to, just an empty, sparsely decorated house.

The man continues to sit there and pet him, much to Castiel’s enjoyment. He’s hardly ever around anyone in his feline form, he’d forgotten how nice it can be.

Eventually, once the rain stops, Castiel pushes himself up onto his paws and crosses to the sliding door, looking back at the man. He seems to take the hint, unlocking the door and letting Castiel outside.

“Be careful going home, bud.”

Castiel meows quietly, feet squishing the rain-soaked ground as he heads home.

~

He finally meets his neighbor in person the next day. He’s leaving for work when his handsome neighbor comes outside, clad in a gray bathrobe and slip-on shoes.

“Hey, man. Sorry we haven’t had the chance to meet yet. I’m Dean.” He extends a hand, which Castiel shakes.

“Castiel. Busy times?”

Dean smiles. “Winter’s my busiest time at work, things are finally starting to slow down now that it’s springtime.”

Castiel smiles politely. “Well, it was nice to finally meet you, Dean. I’d like to stay and chat but I need to get to work.”

“Yeah, man, by all means. I’ll see you around.”

Castiel turns to head to his car but Dean reaches out and grabs his forearm. “Hey, do you have a cat?”

Castiel freezes momentarily before turning back to Dean. “I do. Why?”

“I think he might’ve been over at my place last night, during the thunderstorm. Black cat with white paws?”

Castiel nods slowly. “That’s him, yes. I hope he didn’t bother you?”

“Nah, man, not at all. He get home okay?”

“He did, thank you. Have a good day.”

Dean smiles, releasing his arm. “Yeah, you too.”

Castiel smiles tightly, heading off for work.

~

He tells himself there won’t be a repeat of him snooping on Dean, but that only lasts a couple of days. The pull back to the house is too strong to resist, so he shifts to his feline form and makes his way to Dean’s house.

Dean’s in the living room this time and he looks over at the sliding glass door at the same time that Castiel steps in front of it, almost like Dean had been expecting him. He slides the door open and allows Cas inside.

“Met your owner the other day,” Dean says, sliding the glass door shut. “Bet he’s missing you. Sure you don’t want to go home?”

Castiel blinks up at him in response before hopping up onto the couch and curling up into a ball. Dean chuckles, sitting back down and petting down Cas’s back gently. “Guess you can hang out here for a while, but you gotta get home soon. Castiel will be worried.”

Dean scratches behind Cas’s ears and he can’t help the purr that rumbles through his chest. Dean chuckles quietly, but then falls silent.

He knows it’s creepy to trick Dean like this. Dean didn’t ask for this and Castiel is taking advantage of his hospitality. Still, he can’t bring himself to stop. Night after night, he returns to Dean’s home, almost like he’s being lured there by a siren song. He couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to.

It doesn’t help that Dean’s started to treat him like a pet, either. He’s taken to leaving the glass door cracked open enough that Castiel can come inside whenever he pleases, and there’s almost always a bowl of tuna fish waiting for him in Dean’s kitchen.

After about a month, Castiel lets himself explore Dean’s home. It’s a single-story, similar to Castiel’s, but bigger. Dean has two spare bedrooms, though one of them has been turned into an office with papers strewn on nearly every surface. There’s a bathroom off the hallway, with the kitchen and living room on the other end of the house.

There’s a door right next to the living room that’s closed. Castiel paws at the door, looking around to find Dean watching him. He paws at the door again, intensely curious about what’s behind it. Dean purses his lips but eventually crosses to the door and opens it, letting Castiel inside.

Castiel scrambles out of the room so quickly that he trips over his own paws and falls flat on his face. Everything slots into place and he bolts for the glass door, praying that it’s still open.

It’s the room Castiel had seen him in that night so many weeks ago. He hadn’t seen everything from that window, though. On the same wall as the window are two bookshelves full of witchcraft books, supplies, and a second desk set up as a workbench. His neighbor is a witch.

The sliding glass door is closed and locked when Castiel reaches it. He lets out a pathetic mewl as he looks for another way out.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, Cas,” Dean murmurs, standing across the room with his hands held up, palms out, no doubt in an attempt to ease Cas’s worries. It does no such thing, especially given that Dean knows he’s a familiar now. No point in hiding anymore, he supposes.

He shifts back to his human form, directing his icy glare at Dean. “Then let me go.”

Dean motions toward the door. “You’re free to leave whenever you’d like, but I was hoping you’d hear me out.”

“Why would I listen to anything you have to say, witch? Your kind has enslaved familiars for hundreds of years, why should I even slightly trust you?” Castiel spits, already backing up toward the door.

“Because I’ve known you were a familiar since I introduced myself. If I wanted to hurt you, I could’ve done it before now.”

Castiel doesn’t relax his stance, but Dean does have a point. “What do you want?”

Dean puts his hands down. “Your help.”

Castiel scoffs. “My help? What could you possibly want from me?”

“You can’t tell me you haven’t felt it, too,” Dean says, frowning. “That pull? I’ve never felt it before but it feels like all the explanations I’ve read about true matches.”

He frowns. Now that he thinks about it, that inexplicable pull he’s been feeling for months is exactly what he’s imagined a true match would feel like. “So what?”

Dean frowns. “I’ve been here for years, protecting the town, but it’s getting harder and harder. The weather’s getting more extreme and I can’t counter it on my own anymore. I don’t have the strength.”

Castiel wrinkles his nose. “Protecting the town? Yeah, right. Your kind doesn’t do anything for the benefit of others. Nice try, though.”

Dean’s frown deepens. “I get why you’d think that, but I really have been protecting the town. At least, I try to. People come to me for protection spells and charms. It’s not a huge income, but it pays the bills.”

Castiel scoffs. “So you take advantage of people in vulnerable situations.”

Dean sighs, running a hand through his own hair. “Fine, just… forget I said anything.”

“Gladly,” Cas bites out, unlocking the glass door and heading back to his own house.

~

He doesn’t think about Dean again for another few weeks. He’s determined to forget about the witch, despite the continuous pull to the house. He’s successful, at least for a little while.

Near the end of the summer, a storm settles over the town. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but this storm rapidly turns into a tornado that’s heading straight for their little town. This isn’t an area that typically gets tornados and it could be catastrophic if the town isn’t protected.

That’s why Cas isn’t shocked when Dean comes knocking on his door. He looks wild—his hair is disheveled like he’s been running his hands through it and he looks panicked.

“I know you hate the idea, but I can’t do it by myself, I’m not strong enough. Please, Cas.”

Truth be told, he hates the idea. But this is his town, too, so he grabs his keys and follows Dean back to his house.

“What do you need me to do?”

Dean lets him into his house, leading him to the room Castiel had seen the very first time he’d looked inside Dean’s house. “Just focus my magic. If you can do that, I should be able to make the storm dissipate.”

Castiel nods, shifting into his cat form and blinking up at Dean expectantly. Dean hesitates for a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and sinking a hand into Cas’s fur.

Dean’s magic is tingly and warm as it passes through Cas’s body. Despite never having worked with a witch before, it’s nearly effortless to focus Dean’s magic, and the room crackles with power. It’s intoxicating, having that much power coursing through his body, and it looks like Dean’s feeling the same way.

Cas glances up at the witch and nearly stumbles away in fear. Dean’s eyes are glazed over and glowing brightly. A crack of lightening lights up the sky and the thunder rumbles Dean’s house. They sky darkens and it starts to downpour, almost like Dean’s trying to accelerate the tornado, not stop it.

He thinks about moving away from Dean, but at this point, he has to trust the witch to do what he’d said he’d do. He watches out the window, nervously jumping when a particularly loud rumble of thunder makes the window rattle in its frame.

The storm clears just as quickly as it had started and the sun shines down again, lighting up the room. Dean looks particularly beautiful in this lighting, though Cas would never admit that.

Dean’s hand slips from his fur and he slumps to the ground. Cas springs to his feet, pawing at Dean’s cheek.

Eventually, Dean’s eyes flutter open and he smiles weakly at Castiel. “I’m fine, man. Jus’ tired. You can go, thank you for your help.”

Castiel shifts back to his human form, pulling Dean to his feet. “Come on, at least rest in bed and not on the hardwood floor.”

Dean acquiesces, letting Cas help him to his feet and lead him to his bedroom. Dean crawls into bed and is sound asleep before Cas can say anything else.

Cas thinks about going home, he really does, but his guilt stops him. He’s spent all this time hating Dean for being a witch when he really had been protecting the town. So, instead of going home, he makes his way to the kitchen and searches through the cabinets and fridge. He settles on making a simple dinner of chicken alfredo, quietly working in Dean’s kitchen as the other man rests.

“You’re making me dinner?” Dean’s voice comes from behind him, so Castiel glances at him quickly before setting the plates of food on the table.

“I figured I owed you an apology, and I thought I’d make sure you ate something. I hope you don’t mind.”

Dean smiles and shakes his head, taking a seat at the table. “Nah, man, I appreciate it.”

Castiel nods, sitting down and eating quietly.

Dean does the same, sighing happily after a moment. “Cas, this is delicious.”

Castiel smiles softly. “Thank you. Are you okay?”

Dean hums. “Better now. Just drained. What made you change your mind?”

Castiel shrugs. “It’s my town, too. Whether or not I trusted you, I had to try.”

Dean smiles. “You ever done that before? Focused someone’s magic?”

Castiel wrinkles his nose, shaking his head. “I’ve stayed as far away from witches as possible. Your kind tend to treat mine like crap.”

Dean frowns but nods. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry about that.”

“Not your fault. Besides, I may have been a little hasty in judging you.”

Dean raises an eyebrow, smirking. “That mean you trust me?”

Castiel shoots him a glare, though there’s no heat behind it. “Trust is a strong word. But yes, somewhat.”

Dean hums, finishing his dinner and leaning back in his chair. “Well, looks like I owe you dinner.”

Castiel smiles. “Technically, I owe you dinner, since you paid for all of this food, I just cooked it.”

Dean smirks. “Well, I ain’t gonna say no to a date.”

Castiel blinks at him. “A… date? You want to go on a date with me?”

Dean raises his eyebrows. “Uh, yes? Have you seen yourself? Not to mention you’re actually kind of nice when you don’t hate me.”

Castiel flushes, running a hand through his hair. “Well, I, um… I’m free Friday.”

Dean grins. “It’s a date.”

[vannahfanfics]

An Unexpected Addition

Category: Friendship Fluff/Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, and Sasuke Uchiha

Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura splashed across the sidewalk, holding their jackets above their heads to stave off the pouring rain. The swell had come along unexpectedly while they were on a trip to the corner store to buy a six-pack of beer for a typical Friday night, and has caught then unawares. As lightning crashed overhead and thunder rolled across the story grey clouds, the trio of young adults hurried through the night to their apartment.

“Agh! This is my favorite jacket!” Naruto whined as he took the steps to the apartment two at a time, grimacing as the water pouring from the roof crashed over him like a violent waterfall, drenching him from head to toe. He shuddered as he felt the streams of storm water running down his back, making him wriggle uncomfortably. He stamped his feet on the mat as he bundled with his friends by the front door, and Sasuke cursed as he fumbled in his pants pockets for the keys.

“This sucks,” the raven-haired boy muttered, flicking his bangs out of his face and sending droplets of water arcing through the air. Finally, the boy managed to retrieve the set of apartment keys and shoved past the blonde-haired boy to stick them into the lock and open the door. Abruptly, Sakura unleashed a shrill scream, and the two boys glanced down to see a furry something darting past their feet to bolt into the entryway and scrabble across the linoleum floor into their kitchen.

“What was that?” Sakura wailed in distress as she clung to Sasuke's back, her jeans leg soaked from where the little creature had shot past her. Naruto raised his eyebrows uncertainly as he stepped into the apartment, following the little wet puddles of water down the hallway and into the kitchen. Whatever it was sat huddled in the corner of the room, trembling violently. It had curled up into a tiny ball, and so it was impossible to tell what exactly it was.

Sakura peered over his shoulder, blinking as water dripped from her bubblegum pink hair, and Sasuke came up on his other side with a raised eyebrow.

“What should we do with it?” Sasuke asked grumpily.

“Poke it with a stick?” Naruto suggested. Sakura blinked, and then grabbed the next best thing- a wooden spoon. She shoved it into his hands and shoved him forward, and the rapid movement startled the little creature, making it squeak in alarm and push itself father into the corner. Naruto swallowed and slowly crouched down, holding out the wooden spoon gingerly toward the little furball. God, I hope it’s not a rat! He thought with a small whine as he squeezed his eyes shut and prodded the sopping wet thing with the end of the spoon. He heard Sakura cry out, and his eyes shot open to see that the little creature had raised its head.

“It’s a kitten,” Sasuke remarked. Indeed, the small, baby cat was gazing at him with wide blue eyes. It was a bedraggled thing with matted gray fur and unusually big ears. The kitten mewed pitifully and came tottering over to him, and Naruto hastily dropped the wooden spoon to pick the kitten up in his hands. It was so tiny that it easily fit in his palm. He held the pathetic creature to his chest and stood up, turning around so the other two could see.

“Oh! It’s so cute,” Sakura cooed and reached out to gently scratch the top of the kitten’s head. Naruto smiled sweetly as he felt it begin to purr loudly. “Awww… Poor little thing. He’s drenched…” she frowned.

“I guess it must have got caught in the rain just like us,” Sasuke remarked, reaching out to grab a dish towel and toss it to Naruto. He caught it and wrapped the kitten in it, rubbing it vigorously to dry its fur and warm it up. The kitten made mewling sounds and squirmed in his grasp, making him snicker. Sakura walked to the cabinet to retrieve a bowl and then to the refrigerator to grab the jug of milk, and then squatted down to pour some milk into the bowl. Naruto bent down and set the kitten back down on the floor, smiling as he watched it totter to the milk sand begin lapping it up eagerly. Due to the vigorous rubbing, it’s fur was sticking out in all directions, like he was some fluffy pincushion.

“He is so precious! Oh, can we keep him?” Sakura laughed as she petted the baby cat happily. She looked up pleadingly at Sasuke, who snorted and looked away as he scratched his neck. Sasuke, being the major provider of the household since he was the only one with a job at the moment and the primary lease holder, had the final say.

“Please, Sasuke?” Naruto pleaded and clapped his hands together in a form of begging.

“Come on, guys, I don’t have the money to take care of some scrawny cat,” he mumbled as he gazed down at the bedraggled creature. It looked up at Sasuke and mewed, milk dripping from its little mouth. Sasuke raised an eyebrow and went lightly pink, then sighed heavily and shoved his feet deep into his pockets. “Ugh. One night, and then we take it to the shelter in the morning,” he compromised and went stomping off through the apartment, shoes squelching as he walked. Sakura and Naruto pouted in disappointment, while the oblivious kitten wobbled about exploring its new environment.

After the three of them had changed into warm clothes, they gathered in the living room with their six-pack of beer to sit in front of the television and watch the Friday night football game. Even though Naruto was the most interested in the sport, they still made a little tradition of it, because it was something to do and an excuse to drink. Naruto propped his feet up on the table and sipped his beer, and an eyebrow crept up as the little gray kitten scampered into the room and began nosing around. It wasn’t long until it sauntered up to the couch and began jumping up, meowing at them.

“Hehe,” Naruto smirked and bent down to grab it by the scruff and pull it onto the couch. It stood up on its tummy and stared at the television, its little tail waving, before yawning and curling up on his belly. It began to purr again, so loudly that its entire body vibrated, and Naruto smiled and stroked the little kitten’s back soothingly.

“Look at it, Sasuke,” Sakura pressed, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend's and tugging on it pleadingly. The man gave a sidelong glance at the kitten and sniffed, obviously not impressed. He just took a long swig of his beer and settled down into the couch, staring blankly at the flashing screen.

After finishing off the six-pack and a particularly uninteresting game, the three ended up fast asleep on the living room couch. Sasuke awoke groggily and was perplexed to feel a small weight on his chest, and he glanced down to see that the kitten had wound itself around his neck, snoozing under his chin. His eyes widened slightly at the slightly uncomfortable feeling of the fur against his skin, and as he shifted slightly, the kitten raised its head to stare up at him with wide, curious blue eyes. It meowed quietly, then licked his chin with its tiny, scratchy pink tongue. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks. Now that I think about it… It is kind of cute… he thought, reaching up with a finger to scratch it under the chin.

The kitten began to purr loudly, its eyes drifting closed in happiness. A smile formed on Sasuke's face; he couldn’t help it. Little furball…

“Well. Looks like Sasuke isn’t that tough after all, huh?” came a snide voice, and Sasuke blushed to see that Naruto was grinning stupidly at him. The cat raised its head at the sound of his voice, then hopped down from Sasuke's chest to crawl up Naruto's and begin licking his chin. His friend snickered and wriggled under the tickling sensation, petting the kitten happily. At the commotion, Sakura stirred and sat up sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

“Ah, he slept with us,” she smiled gently. “He has no idea that he’s about to leave, does he?” she added with a small sigh. Sasuke wrinkled his nose as surprising guilt welled up inside him, and as he watched the little kitten waddle over to Sakura and begin mewing. She looks so happy, he thought as his girlfriend’s face lit up with delight. Talking it a high-pitched, nonsense voice, she began playing with it, flipping it onto its back to tickle its belly. “Haha! It’s a boy!” she laughed.

“… Let’s keep him,” Sasuke said abruptly, and both Sakura and Naruto gasped as they looked up at him in surprise.

“Really? What about all that stuff about not having the money?” Naruto cried.

“Eh. I’ll be getting a promotion soon. Plus, he’s small, he probably doesn’t eat that much,” Sasuke smirked and reached out to pet the kitten. The little thing was still in a playful mood, and so it chomped down onto the end of his index finger, nibbling at it eagerly. “Huh. What do you guys think about naming him Nibbles?” he mused.

“Nibbles,” Naruto nodded in approval. “I think it’s great.”

“Yeah. Nibbles, how do you like that?” Sakura giggled and picked up the cat to hold it up in front of her face. The cat mewed happily, and that was how the three young twenty-somethings landed the unexpected addition to their family.

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[solaneceae]

MFKZ OS 11: Cruel

People were running around in a panic, seeking shelter from the cold drizzle that was steadily growing to a full-out storm. A few drunkards were openly cursing at the dark and heavy sky, as if their slurred profanities would somehow convince the clouds to fuck off somewhere else.

Angelino paid them no mind, keeping his head down as he made a beeline for Rios Rosas; apparently his usual bus had decided that the gloomy weather was a valid reason not to do its freaking job.

Yup. Out of all the shit happening daily in this nuthouse of a city, rain was the thing that gave the drivers cold feet. Fucking lazy cunts.

So there he was, walking home under pouring rain like an idiot. He snickered; on the bright side, they wouldn’t be as many thugs as usual on the way. Maybe he could get to his flat without getting his ass handed to him by some fuckwit who didn’t like his mug.

Deep into his own muttering, he didn’t notice the flash drowning the world in white for a brief moment, and thus nearly jumped out of his skin when a loud cracking sound assaulted his eardrums a few seconds later. Biting back a startled yelp, he looked up; the sky was so dark and low he could barely make out the top of the building he was walking past, and an ominous rumbling made his throat close up with unease.

Thunderstorm. Fuck. As if this day couldn’t get any shittier.

The hybrid gritted his teeth and picked up the pace, his already damp clothes sticking uncomfortably to his skin; he just wanted to go home dammit, why did bus drivers had to be such a pain in his-

Another flash made his eyes widen, his stomach coiling in fearful anticipation. Okay, okay, maybe it won’t be so bad, maybe it won’t be too loud-

CRRRRACCCKKKK

“AH, FUCK!”

He couldn’t help his body curling in on itself, his arms flying upwards to cover his ears and push, push, push against his skull, like it’d block out the sound if he squeezed hard enough. He couldn’t quite make out the sounds that were leaving his mouth right now, but it probably wasn’t glorious.

God, he probably looked like a lunatic.

He shook himself out of… whatever this was, and broke into a sprint. Okay, so lightning didn’t strike twice in the same place right? So the next ones would have to drop further away, and by the time they got close again he would be home!

He let out a nervous giggle. Yep, seemed legit.

And so he ran for a few minutes, barely dodging a few irate passerby and the occasional tipped-over trash can, his worn shoes threatening to let him slip on the wet pavement any second.

The halfling had began to see Hotel Guadalupe peeking out from between rooftops when something stopped him dead in his tracks. He slowly turned to the right, the weird, high-pitched noise sending an unfamiliar tingle down his spine. He blinked owlishly; there was something down that alleway, something…

That noise again. He cocked his head to the side as he felt something flimsy brush at the edge of his awareness.

Cold.

Pain.

Cold.

He shivered, equally from the cold and the intrusive emotions he was getting from… somewhere. Eyes wide, he took a few steps towards the back of the alley, where a large, mostly burned down trash bin stood. The pressure in his head was growing, his pitch black skin prickling with goosebumps-

Wait.

He froze, a horrible suspicion worming its way in: the last time he felt something like this, it’d brought him hell. Getting ambushed in his own apartment and hunted down and kidnapped and beaten and brainwashed and nooooooope. Nope. Not today brain, not dealing with your shit.

Another noise, shorter and closer. Sounded like… a sneeze maybe? Lino’s brow furrowed as something wiggled in the half-melted heap of trash; Whatever it was sounded harmless enough, but he had learned not to trust anything in this hellhole. Still, he couldn’t help taking a few more steps, and before he knew it the thing was right in front of him.

“Nice job dumbass. What happened to ‘don’t ask questions, don’t get involved’?” he chuckled in disbelief -he was so gonna get himself killed one of those days- and stood on his tiptoes to peer into the bin.

And- yep, that uh, that was a cat alright. Definitely a cat. Not a weird tentacle monster or -hell no- a rabid dog. Juste a tiny, pathetic-looking cat.

Angelino groaned; this was stupid. This whole situation was fucking stupid, he was standing in an obviously cut-throat alleway in a middle of a storm because he heard a dumb cat meowing. Said cat -merely a kitten really- was still whining, not moving from the mostly-deflated tire he was laying against, the stains of dust and oil practically invisible amidst its inky black fur.

Lino tilted his head; that thing didn’t look so good. Its fur was matted in most places and sticky with oil and blood, yellow eyes wide and unfocused. Its little chest rose and fell rapidly, harsh little puffs of air leaving his struggling lungs.

It was small. Probably a runt.

The little circular dents in its side made Lino shiver in sympathy; that looked like a dog bite, a pretty nasty one at that. “Damn. Sorry buddy, that must hurt like hell.” he mumbled, absentmindedly tracing his fingers along the scar on his left hip. The only response he got was a weak meow.

The pressure in his mind was receding, but it didn’t qualm his nervousness in any way; instead, a growing sense of dread filled him as the creature in front of him moved slower and slower, his meows getting quieter, few and far between.

Angelino wasn’t naive: that kitten was dying, alone in a trash bin, in the pouring rain. The weather had gotten colder in the few minutes he’d spent on that alleyway, and given the tremors shaking the hybrid’s body, the hypothermia would probably finish it off before the blood loss would.

It was sad, yes. And unfair. But life in DMC was cruel like that, that was a fact Lino had accepted a long time ago. He wanted to tear his eyes away from the tiny twitching body before him, turn back and run home to relative warmth, and dryness, and Vinz who’d probably finished his shift at Pipo’s by now-

Another meow. That one was longer, louder that anything that had come out of the cat’s mouth until now. The half-alien was jerked away from his reverie, only to be pinned into place by an impossibly bright yellow gaze, tired and desperate and terrified. He felt his breath hitch as the world around him lost its focus.

He was cold, and alone. The warmth and scent that he had learned to associate with safety were gone, and everything around him smelled bad. He laid prone against something hard, letting out quiet little whines. He was hungry. Where was home? Where did the nice voice go, the one that always made him feel happy? He wanted it back…

“Mama…”

Vinz stood in the doorway, his second favourite El Diablo t-shirt on and an unimpressed look on his face. He took a deep breath and pinched the area above his nasal bone. “Lino. What in the actual fuck.”

His roommate smiled uneasily. He was absolutely soaking wet, a little puddle of rainwater already pooling underneath him, and he bored the same expression he had whenever he’d seen one of his roaches die. His arms were tightly wrapped around his midsection, full-body tremors shaking up his limbs. Between that and the slight blue tint of his skin, Vinz was pretty fucking concerned right now.

“Hey. You mind letting me in? I’m freezing my ass off here.” the hybrid asked.

The hothead raised an eyebrow, but moved over to let him through. “No shit. I’ve been home for hours, the hell happened? I was starting to think you got jumped on the way here.”

“Nah.” his best friend drawled, walking past the door and into the living room. “Buses stopped working so I had to walk, that’s all. It sucked ass though.”

Vinz winced, closing the apartment door. For anyone else, it would’ve been a mere annoyance. But for Lino… he shook his head, resisting the urge to fuss over his friend. “Yeesh. Good thing it wasn’t snowing. There’s still some hot water left if you want to get warmed up y’know.”

Angelino just hummed distractedly, still clutching his arms against his chest. He looked distant, and to Vinz that could usually mean one of two things: either he’d somehow gotten hurt and was trying to hide it from him, or alien stuff was eating at him. In either case, it was bad.

Lino would immediately shut him out when he prodded him about it though. So he kept a comfortable distance. “So uh, that’s it then? Nothing else happened?” he asked, keeping his tone as even as possible. And that’s when the hybrid to face him, pearls of rainwater still dropping from his soaked green hoodie, with a very strange expression on his face.

Huh. Was that shame? ...Sheepishness?

“Weeeeellllll… kinda? It’s not bad though, really.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, just spit it out. What did you pull this time?”

Angelino didn’t grace him with a response, slowly unclutching his middle and reaching into his hoodie’s kangaroo pocket instead. Vinz squinted; okay, so he’d found something. Hopefully it wasn’t a gun this time, Lino tended to get a liiiittle trigger-happy whenever he found one of those. He’d spent a whole week fixing up the ceiling that one time.

His roomate pulled the mysterious item out of his pocket, cradling it with surprising gentleness. At first glance it seemed pretty small, dark and furry-looking wait what.

Vinz looked back up, his right eyelid twitching in disbelief. “Are you. Serious.” Angelino just shrugged, holding the little black creature in the crook of his elbow.

“Hey, don’t give me that look. It was cold and alone and pretty sure a dog mistook it for a chew toy or something.”

“You brought a fucking cat home.”

“S’more of a kitten actually…”

“How did this even happen?”

“I just told you…?”

The hothead groaned, his flames gaining a reddish tint. “Angelino. I tolerate your roaches cuz they saved our asses that one time, but this shit right there?” He flailed his hands around as his best friend climbed up the kitchen counter, reaching for the cupboard where they kept their meager medical supplies. “The fuck were you thinking? We got enough shit to deal with between the two of us, you really think we can afford a freaking pet?!”

The halfling gave him a Look™, gathering gauze and antiseptic while still cradling the kitten. Now that Vinz could see it for himself, it was strangely silent and still, and the dark patches on the bottom of Lino’s hoodie didn’t quite look like water to him. His dark-skinned companion took a deep breath and hopped down the counter. “I know. I know, okay? I know this is dumb Vinz, trust me on this. There was a freak storm, I was panicking like an idiot, and that thing was screaming its lungs out from the bottom of a trash bin. And don’t ask me why I didn’t just ignore it cuz I sure as hell don’t know.”

He held the furry thing out, urging Vinz to take a closer look. “Remember what you told me back then? What was it, ‘trash babies need to stick together’?”

The kitten twitched in his hands, its tiny mouth opening on a silent cry. Its pitch black fur was sticking out every which way, sticky with blood and other nasty street fluids, eyes firmly shut and tiny paws kneading at nothing.

Lino sat down into already long-ruined carpet, starting to pour bright red disinfectant on cheap cotton balls. “So yeah, that one might kick the bucket before morning. Fucking dogs, man.” He absentmindedly scratched at his off-white scar. “But who knows, right? I think it’d fit right in with us.” he quietly stated.

Vinz stared at him for a few seconds, his hands picking at the hem of his second-favourite shirt. He eventually rolled his ethereal eyes, sighing. “Fuck it. I’ll get the towels.”

A tingling sensation near his nasal cavity brought Vinz back to the waking world. He curled up tighter in protest, clinging to the warmth in his limbs and the soft cotton in his head. Unfortunately the itch came back twice as strong and a sudden sneeze seized him up, waking him up for good.

Uuuuuugh. He was too out of it to feel it before, but every single inch of him ached. The day was off to a great start. He blearily opened his eyes, his sight returning as the two rings of light formed in his socket-

-and was greeted with a pair of slitted, wide yellow eyes peering at him from a mere inch away.

The hothead sprang up with a yelp, bumping his skull against the coffee table, because he was lucky like that. He sat up, crossed legged on the faded carpet beneath him. Right, he mused, rubbing his aching skull. Living room. Fell asleep on the floor.

That explained why he felt like shit. He popped a few joints into place with a grunt and looked down at the source of his current misery.

The black kitten Lino had dragged home last night stood right in front on him, staring curiously at his flames. Most of its midsection had been wrapped in yellow-white gauze in an effort to stop the bleeding in his side, and while it obviously bothered it, the bandages seemed to have helped; the animal’s movement were slow and sluggish, but its eyes were bright and alert, and its fur, while still dirty, wasn’t matted or sticky with blood anymore. A major improvement compared to the state it was in the day before.

Vinz looked up; Angelino was still out a few feet away, his back against the bottom of the couch, fingers twitching every now and again. He’d probably wake up soon.

The kitten chirped, attracting Vinz’ attention again; it had taken a few hesitant steps towards him and was now sniffing his socked feet in earnest. He raised a brow ridge. “Dude, gross.” He stick his finger in front of the creature’s nose, watching it swipe harmlessly at it.

The hothead snorted at its antics. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was glad. This little gremlin most likely would’ve died if not for them. He felt like they’d done something right for once, like they’d fixed something instead of fucking it up.

Not gonna lie, it felt pretty good.

“Didn’t know you were a cat person.”

Vinz huffed; Angelino had stood up from his previous curled up state on the floor and was approaching him, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The hothead took his eyes away from the tiny panther attempting murder on his hand to peer at his roomate. “Tch, no way man. haven’t you heard? Cats are evil.”

“Can’t be worse than dogs.” the hybrid shrugged, plopping down next to him. “Also, don’t you do witchy stuff? You can’t do witchy stuff without a black cat, pretty sure that’s against witch law or something.”

“It’s Wicca. And I’ll have you know that’s a very insulting stereotype and I am deeply offended by that statement.”

“Aw, sorry bro. Guess you’ll have to spell it out for me.”

“Eat a dick, Lino.”

The hybrid just chuckled, reaching down to let the kitten rub its face against his palm. Vinz sighted. “Hey uh, this is nice and all, but we still can’t keep this guy. Pets cost money, in case you didn’t know.”

The cat gave Lino’s hand a raspy lick, before turning back to the skeleton to try and climb up his leg. Vinz glared at it, as if daring it to try and swoon him with its big round eyes and tiny wiggly ears and-

The feline clumsily slid off his pant leg and ended up on its back, tiny black padded paws reaching up at him. He would’ve bit his lip if he could. Dammit.

Angelino smiled. Vinz was so easy to read. “It’s fine. It’s just for a few days bro, just the time for this lil nugget to get its pep back. Don’t have to take her to a vet or anything.” He dig his fingers in their guest’s furry belly, wincing when razor-sharp teeth nipped his knuckle. Mh, maybe that was a dumb thing to do. Here’s to hoping the thing doesn’t have rabies or something.

“ ‘sides,” he added, “this one looks old enough to take care of herself, there’s plenty of mice in this shitty hotel. Cats usually go and do their own shit, you barely have to do anything. They’re like roaches, but fuzzier I guess. And before you ask, no she ain’t gonna eat my roaches. Told you before, they smart, they’ll stay clear of her.”

Vinz stayed silent for a few moments, then relented. “Fine,” he groaned, “we can keep it for now. Seriously though, only you could compare freaking roaches to a- wait, ‘she’? How the fuck can you tell?”

“Dunno, i just kinda… know? Ooh, nice bunny kicks. Maybe she can be a wrestler one day.”

“So what, you some kind of psychic now?”

On top of everything else? Vinz wanted to add, but he didn’t.

Lino smirked, taking his hand away from the vicious beast at his feet. “Yeah, I can see into your mind, and what I see is disgusting. You got some fucked up kinks.”

The hothead flipped him off as the kitten climbed into his lap, successfully this time. “I call bullshit, it- Ow, claws. Ten bucks it’s male.”

“Whatever man, it’s your money.” the hybrid retorted, watching their protegee knead the front of Vinz’ shirt with abandon, the first hints of a purr leaving his tiny chest. The skeleton blinked, his head tilting to the side.

“...He kinda looks like you.”

“We’re not naming her after me, Vinz.”

“What, i’m just saying!”

The kitten yawned, curling up on a warm lap.

yah no they never settled on a name. or a gender for that matter. they just started to call their new roomate different names every day. idk i thought it’d be funny

[of-the-rusted-seas]

I wish you would write a fic were Cable finds a stray kitten and brings it to work with her...😘

Thank you so much for the request! I loved writing it.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The morning was absolutely miserable, Cable decided, as she pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and walked out into the rain. It had been thunder storming all night with no signs of letting up, and the walk from her apartment to the subway was going to drench her.

She jogged down the steps of her building, blinking to clear the water out of her eyes as it poured down relentlessly.

For a moment all was good, she could see the subway entrance up ahead and she wasn’t entirely soaked yet.

But then her foot landed awkwardly in a puddle, and she lost her balance as she ran, stumbling and falling on the pavement.

“Ow! Damnit,” she groaned, pushing herself up. But before she could stand again, something caught her eye.

“Mrow.” She glanced around until she spotted, huddled shaking and sopping wet under a bush, a tiny tabby kitten.

It was so small that she would have never seen it unless she was on the ground, and she reached out gently, wincing as the rain hit the cuts on her hands. The kitten arched away from her at first, hissing lightly, but didn’t move away as Cable scooped it up and covered it with her raincoat.

The ball of fur actually cuddled against her, and she chuckled, holding it for a moment.

“Hey little guy,” she murmured, “What are you doing out here in the rain? Let’s get you somewhere warm and dry.”

A clap of thunder sounded overhead, and she finished walking to the subway station; slowly and carefully this time.

When she eventually arrived at work, her goal of getting there dry was completely botched. She was soaking and freezing, but she didn’t care, because the kitten was mostly dry.

Upon getting to her desk, she’d unfolded him from the raincoat and stroked him gently. Out of the rain, with fluffy fur and bright eyes, he was curious and happy to be pet.

She was so engrossed with the kitten that she didn’t even notice Bull coming up to her desk until he spoke, and she jumped in surprise.

“Cable, what’s this?” He said, gesturing to the orange puffball that sniffed him and meowed softly before creeping away and huddling fearfully against the hacker.

“I found him out in the rain this morning. I couldn’t just leave him there.” She smiled fondly, hoping with all her heart that Bull wouldn’t object to her bringing the cat into TAC. She had sort of skimmed over the animal policy in the HR manual.

“No unauthorized animals in the workplace Cable,” he frowned.

Cable sighed, and looked pitifully down at the poor kitten. It was a pathetic attempt at manipulating Bull into letting her keep him, and she knew it.

But the psychologist smiled. “Obviously he can’t be authorized without a name. We need something to call him by.”

The grin returned to her face faster than lightning, and an idea struck her. “Hmm, how about Thor?” She asked cheekily.

Bull stroked the kitten’s head gently. “God of thunder? I think it suits him well.”

“So we can keep him?” She bit her lip, crossing her fingers beneath the desk.

“Yes,” Bull rolled his eyes. “I supposed he’s the mascot now.”

Cable jumped out of her chair in glee, scooping Thor up in her arms.

“Then he needs a bowl, and food, and something to drink, but not milk, I know that’s bad for cats…”

As she trailed off to TAC’s kitchen, Chunk approached Bull with a skeptical grin.

“You’re really letting us keep the kitten?”

Bull just looked at him. “I hope no one’s allergic.”