#i am meowing and meowing and meowing until He decides to open the door. and then i sprint away

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I think the difference between myself and other religious people is that I don't see saying "oh my g-d" as being disgraceful to His name. I see saying "oh my g-d" like you're trying to get g-d's attention so you can do this:

[criswritessometimes]

the hand has 27 bones, each of mine misses each of yours.

contents - gn reader, no use of (y/n), reader can't sleep, fluff

author note // i recently got a rammie plush as an early christmas present and, it inspired me to write this; enjoy!

to: schlatt <3

going to bed. love you, big guy. 

delivered: 11:36 pm

this was the longest you and schlatt had been apart in your almost 3 year relationship. he was in japan for a month filming a project with jack manifold and ludwig. he wanted to bring you with him, but between the amount of time they were going to be filming and your work schedule, it just didn’t work out. so, here you were in the middle of the night alone, laying in the bed that you share with him, alone. you stare at the text on your phone and look at the clock on your bedside table. it read 4:04 am. you weren’t staying up for schlatt to text you back; that would form an unhealthy habit. however, you were tossing and turning, so you decided to look at your phone for a bit and hopefully fall asleep while using it.

screen time be damned, you swipe back to the text left on delivered. your fingers hovering over the keyboard, thinking of something to say, anything. you click on the top banner and click the call button. your phone shows the photo you took of him cuddling with jambo on his chest while they were relaxing on the couch a few weeks ago. you put the call on speaker, so you’re not holding it to your face. it rings, it rings again, and once more until it clicks, “hey this is schlatt! sorry i missed your call, text me if it’s important or i’ll try and call you back when i can. thanks!” it was his voicemail. you hang up. just listening to his voice was enough for now. you put your phone back on the nightstand to try to get some sleep and not get upset over how much you missed it. holding onto the rammie plushie that schlatt gave you early in your relationship, you roll away from your phone to sleep on your side. you can’t help but feel the lump in your throat that’s squeezing it at the same time, your lips sharply downturn, or the tears welling in your eyes, and it all comes out. you silently cry in your hands and the plush that you were holding and squeezing tighter and tighter. you try to wipe your tears, but they keep falling as you try to calm yourself down. as you do, you hear the silence of your shared home. schlatt wasn’t snoring or recording late at night.

you take a few deep breaths as you try to prevent yourself from having another meltdown over the situation. you hear a scratching at the door and a tiny ‘meow?’ at the door. jambo and soup liked cuddling with you and schaltt, so by this time of night, they were usually in bed with the both of you. you sit up in bed and get out of it, padding to the door in the dark to open it. you open the door very slightly, and Jambo pokes his head in meows, looking up at you; he comes in and winds his tail around your legs. you giggle, wiping some more tears, and bend down to pick him up. holding him like a baby, you walk back over to the bed, leaving the door open in case soup wants to join the party. you sit back in bed and put jambo on top of the covers, and he curls up almost immediately, being comforted by the smell of the sheets. as you’re about to pull the covers up, you hear your phone buzzing. turning it over to see the screen, it’s lit up by schlatt's contact poster. you answer it, putting it on speaker as you settle into bed and pet jambo.

“hey toots!” he greets; you smile hearing his voice, “you ok? sorry i missed your call, we were looking at footage from today.” “yeah i’m ok. i just missed you. the bed is too big without you in it. i'm swimming in it.” you tell him, trying to get him to laugh at the last part. he does, “awww honey, i’ll be home soon. how many more days was it? 4?” “yeah,” you nod. “but are you ok doll? you sound exhausted.” he asks, in a more serious tone and concern lacing his words. “i haven’t been sleeping super well without you here,” you admit, a little ashamed, “i know it sounds silly but you help me sleep more then you probably think.” “you sleep like a rock with me.” schlatt agrees. you sigh into the phone, “yeah.” there’s a pause, and you can feel schlatt thinking. “have you slept love?” he asks. “not tonight.” you tell him hesitantly. you hear him sigh, “aww baby, isn’t it almost 5 over there?” “yeah but i have the day so i’m just gonna tough it out today, like sleep wise.” you confessed. “i hate that you have to do that doll.” he says. “it’s been worst but since you’re coming home in a few days i feel better, and i have jambo and soup so it’s not all bad.” you tell him trying to not make him stress out to much about you. “hey tell you what, i just hung up my michigan hoodie before i left, sleep with if it still smells like me. i know that’s the main reason you steal my hoodies.” he offers, you can hear his smile at the end of the sentence teasing you. “ok maybe you’re right,” you admit, albeit in a better mood than when you answered the phone, “thank you baby.” “of course toots, i’ve gotta go to dinner, give jambs and soup a kiss for me alright. i love you, talk to you later.” schlatt says, ending the call. you agree to his request and tell him you love him before you hang up.

you throw the covers off and walk over to his side of the closet. when opening the door, you see the navy blue hoodie. grabbing it, you hold it and shove your face into it, smelling it deeply. you could tell he didn’t wash it as it still had this smell on it. you throw it over your head to put it on and are enveloped in the warmth from him. you walk back over to the bed and cuddle back up with your rammie plushie. jambo is curious to see what you have, coming over and sniffing you. he also smells schlatt on it and walks on top of you and curls up on your chest, purring away. chuckling at the sight, you were glad you weren’t the only one missing schlatt. 

[hitomisuzuya]

i remember u writing abt hybrid catboy scara and fox childe and im literally in love🤭🤭

catboy scara fluff ur fluff is literally amazinf

Hybrid! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Fluff fluffy fluff fluff.

I'm really glad you guys enjoy my fluff. I love writing it. I'm not feeling the best so I am sorry if this is shit. I don't want you guys to write me off or abandon me for inactivity 😭

You could feel Scaramouche's cat eyes staring, or rather glaring at you, peeking his little head out just so around corner. He wanted to be close to you while you did chores around the house. But, you know, people sucked. He had an image to uphold.

You turned your head to smile at him. A smile that always took his breath away, be it in his cat or human form. "Come hang out with me while I clean, Scara," You coaxed.

You swore you heard him give his trademark scoff, tinged behind a meow before he darted off around the corner out of sight. You sighed and went about your day.

You decided to try again once you finished cleaning. You knew right where he was, hiding in your room under your bed. "Scara, I'm going to the farmer's market down the road today for some fruit. Do you want to come? We can stop by the grocery store, and get your favorite, expensive cat food."

You saw his eyes staring at you from underneath the bed. You heard a low meow followed by the sound of his stomach growling. Howver, he made no move to come out from under the bed.

You hide a laugh behind your hand, making him glare at you. "Okay, I understand. I'll still pick up cat food and your favorite treats," You left your room, leaving the door open so he could wander the around the house as he liked while you were gone.

Scaramouche came out from under the bed when he heard the front door close. Trotting downstairs, he stared at the front door for a long time. He was being distant and short tempered with you, and you still were being considerate of him.

You were different from other people. He could more than see that. You'd already proved that to him when you'd found him injured. You hadn't dropped him when he clawed at you a little picking him up. You'd bandaged his leg, stayed up reading to him all night and didn't fall asleep until after he did.

He waited right by the front door for you to return, wishing with ever fiber of his being that he had gone with you. Who knows who would be lurking around the corners of the farmer's market or the grocery store, ready to take to you away from him?

"Hi, Scara," You greeted, hearing a soft meow, "you finally came out of hiding. You wanna help me put the groceries away," He trotted into the kitchen behind you, hoping up on the counter to sit with you while you put the groceries away.

"You wanna watch a movie with me after you eat?" You asked, closing the fridge and getting a can of cat food out for him. Scaramouche didn't want to eat first, though.

He just wanted to be with you.

Scaramouche followed you right to the couch, leaving his cat food untouched. You even read the titles outloud to him, scratching him behind his ears and petting him after he settled in your lap. He was just starting to purr softly when he shifted into his human form, sighing contently as he rested his head in your lap.

"Was this what you wanted the whole time, Scara?" You asked, running your fingers through his hair.

"Mhm," He admitted shyly, his cheeks flushing as his ears twitched. After the movie, he slept next to you in his human form, holding you to his chest to keep you warm.

[tomssexdoll]

hi could you write tom from 2014 and yn(fem reader) where he is hiring a new maid to take care of his house to keep it clean and that and when he finds a maid (yn) she comes to his house and then tom started to fuck her in his in the living room

(only write it if you comfortable ❤️)

YES BABY GIRL OFC

His girl

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT

SYPNOSIS: Y/N is hired as Toms maid, he is a CEO for a very imporant law firm. She observes his odd behaviour for weeks, the way he looked at her, the way he'd make flirty comments. It wasn't until a random day he decided to make his first move..

A/N: meow

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), nipple and breast play

I was a maid, desperately in search for work. Anytime I'd apply to work for someone there'd always be excuses, saying how I don't have enough experience or how I'm a lovely girl just not right for the role.

One day, I saw an advertisement for a man named Tom Kaulitz, a billionaire CEO of a law firm. He was in search for a maid, but I knew I would never have a chance, why would a billionaire hire someone like me? Would he even notice my application?

I decided to do it anyway, what's the difference if I don't get accepted, there's a chance I would get accepted, even if it's very slim. I filled it out, closing my computer and sighing, hoping one of the many people I applied for had accepted.

It had been about a week since I applied, no one else was answering, leaving me at home yet again, basically digging in pockets and between the couch for money. Then, a notification popped up on my phone, a message from an unknown number.

"Hello Miss Y/N, I am Tom Kaulitz, I wanted to speak about the application you've sent in. I am very impressed with your resume and want to set up an interview, perhaps this coming friday?" it wrote, my heart jumped out of my body, he wanted to meet with me?

I paced back and forth, thinking of ways to charm him, impress him, prove to him that I was worthy for the job. If I were to be accepted, I could live with him, eat free meals and get a monthly allowance.

As Friday came, I was panicked, wondering what I should wear and how I should do my makeup. I decided on something casual yet formal, not wanting to scare him away. He had planned for one of his drivers to escort me to his home, and as he arrived I hesitated going out the door, the fear consuming me.

As I gathered enough courage to leave, I approached the black sports car, opening the door and sliding in, greeting the driver. The ride was silent and a little bit awkward, tension from my fear filling the air.

We arrived shortly after, I stared in awe at the beautiful mansion in front of me, "beautiful, isn't it?" the drivers chuckled, "very," I smiled and walked with him to the front door, going inside and observing the walls around me, covered in lavish paintings and decor.

"He is upstairs, the first door to the left," the driver smiled, letting me find Tom myself. I sighed and nodded, nervously walking up the marble stairs, approaching said door.

"You'll be ok Y/N.." I whispered to myself before pushing the door open, I was met with a handsome young man, nothing like I imagined, he had long brown hair, tucked away in a low manbun and a kempt beard, sitting perfectly on his face.

"Well hello Miss Y/N, take a seat," he ordered, his piercing gaze boring into me as I nervously approached his desk, his posture straight and unyielding. He regarded me with a mix of curiosity and scepticism, his eyes roaming over my features.

"Hello Sir," I shyly smiled, taking a seat across from him, trying to keep as still as possible, leaving my hands in my lap. "Well, you're not what I expected, you're quite young," he chuckled, leaning forward and resting his arms on the desk, his intimidating gaze never leaving me.

"What makes you think you'd be suitable for this position schatz?" he smirked, my heart fluttered at the nickname, knowing a little bit of german from past houses I'd looked after.

"Oh, well. I've basically been cleaning my whole life, I know I'm young and you may think I don't have much experience but I assure you I do," I smiled softly, he leaned back in his chair, studying me, "I'll be the judge of that.." his eyes flicked to my resume, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Yes, you're young and inexperienced, but I can see the drive in you," he chuckled, "tell me, how do you handle pressure?" he looked back up at me.

"Oh I do amazing under pressure, I've basically been under pressure all my life, my childhood, previous jobs and things I've gone through. When I'm met with pressure I'm always able to solve it quickly," I said, he hummed in approval, obviously satisfied with my answer.

"Good, so you know how to keep a cool head. You're going to need it here, I demand perfection and anything less than that is not acceptable," his look became more intense, his voice lowering slightly.

"Yes sir, I understand." I nodded, eagerly waiting for his acceptance for the job. His eyes narrowed slightly, studying me once again with a piercing intensity. After a moment he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, "very well, I'll give you a chance. But let me make one thing clear, if you can't keep up, you're out. No exceptions," he said firmly, leaving no room for further discussion.

"Of course, thankyou for giving me the job," I smiled. We both stood up, he simply walked around the desk. He extended a hand, meeting mine with a firm grip as he looked me in the eye, "I only hire the best, and I expect nothing less from you," he said with a confident air, his voice low and commanding.

"You'll start today, I can arrange for some people to pick up your things and move them here schatz," he said, towering over me. I lost my train of thought, focusing on his features, his beautiful brown eyes and perfect nose.

"Miss?" he called out, making me jolt slightly, "oh, yes I'm sorry," I softly chuckled, walking out the door and grabbing the cleaning products left outside the room for me to start cleaning.

The first few days were chill, I had gotten settled into my new room and did very basic jobs. Cooking for Tom, cleaning up his office after he was done working, nothing too hard for me.

As the days turned into weeks, I noticed he began to trust me more, assigning me more responsibility and eventually inviting me to sit in on important meetings. My hard work not going unnoticed.

Another thing I had also noticed was the way he'd look at me, the way he'd just stare at me when working, not like he was trying to intimidate me to work harder but like, his eyes would just soften.

For the time I'd known him he never looked at anyone like that, then the comments started, he'd say something that would spike my attention and make me giggle, obviously giving him pleasure in hearing my amusement.

Sometimes he'd just invite me into his office for no apparent reason, just saying he wanted me to be there. During one meeting, he leaned in and whispered into my ear, "you look stunning today.." his breath hot on my neck as he continued to study the documents in front of him. He was non chalant about it, but his gaze told a different story.

"I do? But I'm wearing what I always wear sir, how is it so different today?" I chuckled nervously, his lustful gaze taking a toll on me. "Because I'm noticing things now that I didn't before. You've caught my attention and I have a keen eye for detail.." his voice was low and husky, his eyes never leaving mine, sending a shiver down my spine.

"I guess that's apparent with all your decor and paintings," I tried to shift the conversation, but he wouldn't budge. Tom chuckled, closing the folder in front of him and leaning back in his seat as he turned his body completely towards mine. His eyes glinted with a hidden fire.

"It's not just decor and paintings, schatzi. It's about appreciating beauty when you see it.." he smirked, "oh.." I felt blush creeping up my neck and onto my cheeks, he chuckled at my reaction, loving to see me so flustered, only by his words.

He stood up, walking towards me, "mmm, you're blushing.." he reached out, gently tilting my chin to look up at him, leaving me no choice but to meet his gaze.

"How about we go watch a movie? Wind down a little..you seemed, bothered," he smirked, a playful look in his eyes. "Oh, of course," I stood up, met with his hand instantly locking with mine, dragging me out of the office and downstairs to his living room.

"No one's home tonight, they're all busy with running errands for me," he sat down, patting a spot next to him. "Would you like something to drink? Whiskey, brandy, wine?" he said, standing back up and walking to his bar.

"Just some white wine please.." I smiled, watching as he poured my drink and poured himself a shot of whiskey. As he walked back, I noticed the way his muscles would ripple under his shirt, feeling a burning in between my legs.

As he sat back down I gladly accepted the drink, "thankyou sir," I mumbled. He raised an eyebrow, sipping his whiskey as he sat back down next to me, his hand reaching out to rest on my knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You're very welcome, now let's find a movie," he grabbed the remote, flicking through movie channels. "How about something a little more...adult.." he smirked, scrolling though the options, pausing on a steamy romance that looked like it would have plenty scenes to get my heart racing, just the things he wanted.

"Oh..s..sure.." I stuttered, the tension filling the air. He knew he was getting to me and it only made him want me more. He clicks play on the movie, leaning back on the couch as it begun.

"Come closer, relax schatzi," I felt his hand wrap around my waist and pull me closer towards him. As the movie went on the tension built up further, I felt myself getting hotter as the scenes intensified.

"Is it hot in here..?" I sighed, taking off my jacket. "Yes, it's very hot in here.." he smirks, seeing my jacket come off and knowing I'm getting closer to giving into his advances, his lips just inches from my ear.

My breath hitched as a sex scene came on, feeling his grip on my waist tighten. He watched with me, his body pressed against mine on the couch, making me feel his hardness through his pants as he grinds against me, letting out a low moan in my ear.

As the sex scene intensified, he couldn't resist the urge to touch me any longer, pressing his lips to my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone as his hand slips under my shirt, caressing my skin. "God, you're so fucking sexy.." he growled lowly.

"Sir..we can't.." I gasped, he ignored my protests, too consumed by his desire for me. His hand slips further under my shirt, finding the curve of my breast, "tell me to stop.." he looked back at me, I just stayed silent, giving him the permission he needed.

His pinched my nipple through the fabric, rolling it between his fingers as he continued his assault on my neck. "Sir..." I moaned softly, he groaned in response to my noises, his fingers deftly unhooking my bra from behind and pushing the fabric aside. He cups my bare breast, thumbing my nipple as he leans in to capture my lips in a hungry, demanding kiss.

I moaned against his lips, reaching down to my shirt and unbuttoning it. He smirks and pulls away for a moment, watching my shirt come off. As he buttons open he moves down to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking it in and swirling his tongue around it as he reaches down to palm my other breast.

The moans coming from the movie only made Tom hungrier, laying me down on the couch and quickly turning the movie off, wanting to hear my raw emotion and noises, not some bimbo on the TV.

"Good girl.." he smirked, moving his lips down to my stomach, dragging the zipper of my skirt down and removing it, revealing my red panties, "ah, red is my favourite colour," he chuckled, tugging my panties down my legs and tossing them aside, pressing his hips between my thighs.

His hard length pressed against me, teasing me as he reaches down to rub my clit in slow circles, "do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?" he looked down at me, I softly nodded, "please.." a quiet whine leaving my lips.

He nodded, quickly removing his pants, his cock straining against his boxers, the size making me question everything. Then, he started to unbutton his shirt, flinging it off and revealing his hard, muscular chest.

"Oh fuck.." I bit my lip, closing my legs and pressing my thighs together to get some sort of relief, he chuckled darkly, leaning down to suck on my neck, leaving a mark as he reached into his boxers, pulling his thick, veiny cock out.

"Sir.." I whimpered, "shhh..just call me Tom," he smirked, his fingers grasping the base of his cock. He lined himself up, the tip nudging my entrance before he thrusted forward, burying himself to the hilt inside me with a low groan, "fucking hell, you're so good.."

He began to move, his powerful hips setting a relentless pace as he fucks me hard and deep. The couch creaked beneath us with each rough thrust, the sound mingling with my moans and the slap of skin on skin.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me into each powerful stroke, "oh Tom!" I moaned loudly, my hands flying to his shoulders for support. He chuckled low in his throat, the vibrations sending shivers through me as he redoubles his efforts. His thrusts grew even more forceful, pounding into me with an animalistic intensity.

One hand released my hip to move up my body, meeting my breasts another time, pinching and rolling my nipples as the other hand kept me grounded. "Such a good girl, taking me so well.." he moaned softly, his eyes locking onto mine, dark with lust and possession as he watched my reactions.

He increased the pace, the tip of his cock hitting my cervix with each dominant thrust, "you like that baby? You like it when I fuck you dumb like this?" he said, love seeing how I melted from his touch.

"You're such a good little slut for me. Taking my cock like this, so wet and ready for me," his words only served to fuel my desire, my hips bucking back to meet his thrusts. He shifted, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up further. The change in position allowed him to hit even deeper, his cock spearing into me with unrelenting force.

"Ohh my god! Tom, it's so good!" I cried out, arching my back as the pleasure got more intense, he groaned at my desperate pleas, his pace becoming almost brutal in it's intensity.

He sensed my impending climax, feeling my pussy start to clench around his throbbing cock, in need for release as well. "Cum for me, baby. Let go and cum all over my fucking cock.." he demanded, his own orgasm building in response to my awaiting peak.

"Fuckkk!" I yelped, one last harsh thrust triggering my orgasm, my juices spilling all over his cock.

Feeling my tight walls milking his shaft as I came, Tom followed suit, his cock pulsing as his hot seed filled me. He continued to thrust, riding out the aftershocks of my orgasm, the feeling of my walls clenching around him an almost unbearable pleasure.

He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving uncontrollably, "fuck, that was amazing.." he panted, sitting back down on the couch and pulling me into his lap.

I buried my head into the crook of his neck, calming down from my earth shattering orgasm. "You wanna come up to bed with me, get some rest?" he chuckled, tilting my chin to look up at him, "yes please.." I whined. And with that he stood up, holding me against his chest and walking up to his bedroom, gently laying me down on the luxurious bed.

He pulled the covers over me, sliding in behind me and pulling me closer, his strong arms wrapping around my trembling frame. "Get some rest.." he whispered, kissing my hair gently.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @ballhair

tags: @kaulitzsbabyy @kaulitzswhxre @bkaulitzlover

tags: @bills-wife-1 @ella1289 @20doozers

tags: @tomsonlyslut @miyukafujii

[chrissdollie]

eclipse part two˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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♡ summary: you moved from the sizzling hot arizona to the depressive rainy washington in a small town called forks. it was terribly boring.. until you meet a gorgeous townie and fall in love. but what do you do when your childhood friend interferes with your feelings? ♡ warnings/notes: a matt sturniolo and chris sturniolo love triangle series, cursing, lowercase intended, use of "yn" ♡ wc: 3.3k

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“hi lil!” you coo, bending down to pick up the kitten. she purrs softly at your touch before curling up into your embrace. you cradle her while walking into the living room where charlie’s watching sports on the couch. hearing your footsteps, he turns around with a smile. “hey kiddo, how was school?” you scratch lilith’s head, thinking of how to answer. you could lie, saying that it was great and you were already comfortable. or you could tell the truth and say, “weird. everybody here is weird. either too chatty or plain mean!” but you disregard both options, deciding to dodge the question. “why didn’t you tell chris i came?” you ask with a small smile forming. charlie shrugs, “my bad. guess i just forgot.” but there’s something else that wasn’t said. you don’t question it though; instead spinning around and walking through the kitchen with lilith resting on an open palm. 

the cold, beautiful boy abruptly popped into your head. thumping up the stairs while petting your cat, you start thinking up an apology for him. you creak open your bedroom door, shutting it behind you quietly. lilith meows as you plop down onto the floor, not wanting to lay on your bed in dirty clothes. “i don’t even know how to apologize. i mean, what am i supposed to say??” you mumble out loud, looking into your fur baby’s dark eyes. “i can’t just randomly be like, ‘oh hey. sorry that i was staring at your captivating blue eyes for five minutes like a creep-- i’m not a creep, swear it!’” you lift up lilith as you speak in a silly deep voice, giggling at yourself afterwards while she stares back at you awkwardly. 

you remember charlie has a small keyboard in the hallway, sitting collecting dust. you exhale, plopping your kitty down onto the floor while you stand up and walk out your door, her trailing close behind you. you look down at the keys, gently tracing your fingers along them. lily stands on her hind legs, her front claws pressing against your calf curiously. you grin, picking her up sweetly and resting her on the keyboard’s rack where old sheets of music lay. leaning down, you push the wire into the plug, bringing the instrument to life. you play a few notes, lily shockingly staying still to listen. you softly hum along then stop suddenly. you’d started a small song back home on your grandmother’s piano but never finished it. it almost looked like lilith sighed when you stopped. 

the following day, you’re walking to your first period with a confident mindset. you’re somewhat dreading today, but also excited to attempt to make amends with your lab partner. during lunch, you make your way to jessica and her crowd like yesterday, quickly scanning the room as you sit down. no sign of matt. you look all around the room again. his three siblings were at their table, but he wasn’t with them. so much for making amends. he wasn’t in biology either, and a small part of you hopes you're not the reason he’s absent-- that’d just make you feel ten times worse. always looking for an excuse to go shopping, you decide that to ‘cheer yourself up’, you’ll look around a nearby thrift store after school. feeling a vibration from your purse, you pull out your phone to see a series of messages from your mother.  hi baby, how has everything been? why haven’t you texted me yet? is it raining? tell me everything. hello? yn are you there? you want to roll your eyes and chuckle at her impatience. you quickly type back, keeping your phone low so you don’t get it taken away. hi mom. everything’s good ! i didn’t text you because i didn’t really know what to say lol. of course it’s raining, it’s always raining :( “yn?” you look up to see jessica and her friends staring at you with a confused look. one of them scoots closer to you and looks down at your screen. “oooh, who you texting?” she smirks, annoyingly smacking on her gum. you lock your phone quickly, putting it back inside your bag. “oh, speaking of texting, you should give me your number! we’re all heading to the beach in like two weeks, and you should totally join us.” jess explains, moving her hands around as she speaks. you bite the inside of your cheek. what would you do at the beach? it wouldn't be sunny, that’s for sure. and how far is it anyhow?? there’s definitely no beaches in forks. well, maybe that’ll mean some vitamin d. you don’t ask these questions though. you instead exchange numbers with jessica hurriedly before getting to your next class. 

when you get home, you get a whiff of the delicious smell of steak. you shut the door and make your way to the kitchen. "i didn't know you could cook!" you tease your dad, remembering how there were always sandwiches sitting on the table for dinner when you were little. lily stands on her legs against charlie's ankle like a dog. you grin at your baby before walking over to kiss your dad's cheek in greeting. he chuckles at the joke, "well, a little while before ya came, i decided to teach myself. you're big now, won't eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every few hours."

once the steak was finished, you and charlie sat down at the small round table near a big window, eating silently as rain poured outside. it's a comfortable silence, you're glad he doesn't seem to mind the quietness either. usually your mother would be chatting it up by now, forcing answers out of you about boys (not that you ever liked any of them anyway, but you pretended you did to satisfy her). charlie coughs before resting his fork and knife down. "so how'd ya like school? you make any friends?" there it goes.

you nod, "school's good. easy. i have a few classes with this girl, jessica. she's very bubbly."

he hums a "good" and goes back to eating, deciding that's enough conversation for now. hesitantly, you start up again. "do you happen to know the sturniolo family?" he looks up chewing a mouthful of food. "the doctor's family? yeah, he's a great guy. we go fishin' sometimes." you bite your lip tentatively, wanting more. you play with the food on your plate mindlessly, thinking about how to bring up matthew-- or if you even wanted to. charlie scoots his chair back noisily, standing up with his plate in one hand and his other outstretched to yours. you shake your head politely, "i'm almost finished." he nods, walking to the sink to clean the dishes.

maybe you should forget about the weird situation, focusing on making friends instead. besides, the visit to the beach is in two weeks and you have no idea what you're gonna wear! finishing up dinner, you wash your plate before heading up the stairs, lilith trailing close behind. you drop your purse onto your desk, pulling out your phone as you do so. opening jessica's contact, you send a text asking for more details about the outing. not any more than five minutes later, she sends a response. hey! i totally understand, i'd wanna know where i was going too. and plus you dont even really know us yet. well the whole trip was nate's idea. you remember him right? the boy who's friends with chris? anywayssss, he's driving everyone to la push where he lives. he says the beach there is pretty decent! so bring your bathing suit you send her a thank you before shutting your phone. sitting at the desk, you wonder when chris'll visit. maybe sometime over the weekend. you really hope he does, you remember having so much fun with him as kids. reentering your password, you scroll through your contact list to make sure you don't have his information-- you don't.

before you knew it, the entire week had passed. it was like a blur, repetitive and dull. and you hadn't seen matthew again. over the weekend, you went thrifting like you'd planned. you didn't find much except for a cozy white cashmere sweater and a tiny pack of unopened hello kitty bracelets. you bought both obviously. you also went to the local library. that was disappointing. every bookshelf was so poorly stocked, you didn't even bother to get a card. you'll have to plan a visit to seattle or olympia because you will never be going back to that library.

on monday, a lot of people greeted you unexpectedly. you didn't get embarrassing stares when you walked in the hallway with girly fur boots and earmuffs, topped off with cute little gloves. it was snowing today and everybody was enjoying it far too much. when you were walking to class with nate, he stared at the tiny flakes like they were magic. the cold wind brushed at your red cheeks harshly. you love the snow, you never had any back home. a while ago, you bought all of the clothing you're wearing now just because it was cheap and adorable! your mother said it was a waste of money since you'd never have the chance to wear them, and they'd all end up being sold in a garage sale. you make a mental note to take a picture after school and send it to her.

nate finally breaks his romantic trance to face you. he laughs lightly at your annoyed expression while the wind blows in your face. you giggle with him before pouting. "shuddup." he scans you up and down, a small grin still apparent. "cute outfit by the way. very barbie doll." he compliments with a small hint of teasing. you smile brightly. "why thank you." as you two continue to walk, you notice a group of students throwing wet snow at each other. you move away while scrunching up your nose. nate chuckles and runs off to join them.

later at lunch, you stand on line with jessica and mike who were absolutely drenched in snow. you swipe some off jessica's coat while she picks out her food. you turn to the side for a moment-- just a moment when you see something unordinary out of the corner of your eye. well, someone. matt sturniolo in the flesh. "hellooo? yn, what do you want?" jessica snaps her fingers in your face, breaking your locked stare. you look back at the lunch lady, shaking your head. "um.. actually i'm not hungry." you mutter, leaving your tray and interlocking your arm with jessica's back to the table.

her eyebrows pinch in confusion, turning back at a similar looking nate. "yn, you need to eat lunch." you ignore her, sitting down at your usual seat. you take in a breath to calm yourself. gosh, why're you so anxious? you have nothing to worry about! you didn't do anything wrong... drowning out jessica's complaints and questions, you hide your face from the table, using the person sitting in front of you as a shield. you feel a little silly though. why should you be hiding? you bite the inside of your cheek shyly before moving your head up slightly to catch a glimpse of the group.

matt and madison were laughing with wet snow dripping from their hair. you catch yourself smiling at matt’s joyful face, quickly switching back to a neutral frown when you realize. but aside from the happiness and laughter, he looks different. his skin is less chalky-- maybe flushed from the freezing snow. the dark circles under his eyes are less noticeable too. you ponder while staring like you did the first day you saw them, except this time you’re only looking at matthew.

“yn!! what are you looking at?” jessica asks, turning her head to follow the direction of your eyes. at that exact moment, matt picks up his head to make direct eye contact with you. he doesn’t look harsh or unfriendly, but curious. he stares at you like a piero piccioni song or some sort of divine poetry. you look down shamefully, heat rising to your cheeks. jessica giggles, “matt’s looking at youuu..” she pokes your shoulder. you keep your eyes on the table. “does he look angry?” you whisper, though you meant to speak louder. she raises an eyebrow at this. “no.. why would he?” 

feeling queasy, you fiddle with the pretty rings on your fingers. “i don’t think he likes me very much.” you mutter girlishly, brushing some hair in your face to block your view of him even more. she chuckles irritatingly. “you say that like a 19th-century girl. besides, i think he does, the creep won’t stop staring.” she looks back at him with a stank face, waiting for his gawking to stop. you’re not able to see, but he doesn’t bother to meet jessica’s eyes. he looks at you with some sort of admiration.. it’s odd. it irks the girl, not that she’d admit it. 

you watch jess and her friends eat, buzzing about who slept with who. you ignore the conversation as well as the fluttery butterflies in your stomach at the thought of sitting next to matt again. you hope he stays this way, approachable and gentle looking. you like him better wearing a cheesy smile than a mean snarl. when the time comes, you get to the classroom before him (surprisingly), dusting little flakes off your skirt before they melt. you readjust your earmuffs before you hear the chair next to you creak. you don’t turn to look at him, already feeling apprehensive and shy. “hi,” said a quiet, soft voice. you swallow, looking up at him with doe eyes. he has a gentle, friendly smile on his dazzling face, something you didn’t expect. “i’m matthew sturniolo, i didn’t introduce myself last week. you’re yn swan, right?” you flick your pencil between two fingers while he speaks in a musical tone. you nod meekly, smiling back kindly. 

a box filled with slides is placed in front of you two. your teacher walks down the aisle, leaving boxes on desks while explaining the lab. “the slides in your boxes are out of order. you and your partner will take turns separating the slides of onion root tip cells into the phases of mitosis they represent and label them accordingly. any questions?” you look at the boy next to you, he doesn’t look bothered at all. maybe he’s done this before too. your teacher gave the go, and students begin to decipher the phases. matt lightly taps the pads of his fingers against the table. “ladies first.” he grins so beautifully that you don’t respond. yknow, like an idiot. you grab the first slide, snapping it into place under the microscope before adjusting it to the 40X objective. “prophase,” you state confidently, pulling away from the tool. 

matt raises an eyebrow. he points towards the microscope. “you mind if i look?” you let out an airy “nuh uh” and push it towards him. he looks in, almost immediately agreeing. he switches out the first slide for the second. “anaphase.” he murmurs, writing it down below the first slide. you reach your hand out, locking eyes with him. matt smirks knowingly, sliding it back in front of you. you can’t help but allow the corners of your lips to turn up softly, you’re a naturally smiley person. he watches you examine the slide before taking it out. you both finish the assignment before anyone else. huffing, you grow bored after a minute of being finished. you swivel your head to matt. you notice another subtle difference in his face. his eyes are a different color. “did you get contacts?” you blurt out randomly, clearly not thinking before you did. his eyebrows pinch slightly in confusion. he shakes his head dismissively. 

there’s no way he’s not lying. you vividly remember his dark black eyes glaring at you a week ago. today’s a strange gold. but who has gold eyes? is that even a thing? his hands clench into fists again and you decide not to speak about it again. gosh, what’s his deal? minutes later, your teacher declares that time is up and walks around the room to check everyone’s work. he gives you an matt an A+ of course, you'd never expect anything less. it begins to rain, the water sloshing up the magical snow. “it’s too bad about the snow.” matt talks again, his eyes watching out the water-painted window. his hands are more relaxed, yet still tense. like he’s unsure about you. he moves his glance to you, waiting for a response. you shrug awkwardly, nervousness filling up inside. 

“you don’t like the snow.” he says, but it wasn’t a question. almost as if he were saying it out loud to himself. you sigh through your nose. “i don’t mind the snow. it’s pretty. i just don’t like the wet.” you counter. he smiles, “forks must be a difficult place to live then.” you shrug again. why's he being so nice all of a sudden? 

“may i?” his hand reaches out towards you, his head slightly lowered as his eyes flicker between yours and your hand resting on the tabletop. he wants to see your hand? your lips part, placing your hand into his. the skin is cold and soft causing a small gasp to come out. “sorry.” he whispers with a small chuckle before lifting your hand in his to admire your nails. you wait for him to call the sanrio charms childish or something prude. “i like them,” he says with a sweet smile, letting go of your hand. you don’t answer for a few seconds, taking him in. it’s crazy how just a week ago, he acted as if you were the worst person he’d ever seen. “you’re strange,” you grin sheepishly, the corners of your lips turning up more when he lets out a quiet giggle. a moment passes, and he decides he’d like to keep talking to you. “why’re you here if you don’t like the rain?” 

you have a bad habit of overtalking, though that habit has died down quite a lot since you moved to forks. well it seems like it’s starting up again. “my mom got remarried anddd the new husband plays minor league basketball, so he travels around a lot.. but she missed him a bunch since she wanted to stay with me at home. so i decided to send myself here with my dad, charlie. that way she could be happy with him.” 

he watches you talk with a fascinated expression, but he’s probably just being nice. you finish your explanation with a small look of glumness afterward. damn. you said too much again, and to someone may or may not give a shit. it’s hard to tell with him. he opened his mouth to speak at the same time as the bell rang. he gets up, swings his backpack over his shoulder, and runs out the door like last week. you suck your teeth before collecting your belongings and standing up to walk to P.E with nate. unlike a lot of people here, nate’s a very chill person. he doesn’t open his mouth with every step you take and is an okay person to talk to. 

you told him all about your trouble with any sort of physical activity (to which he chuckled playfully) and luckily, he was on your team today in volleyball. he guarded you the entire time like a loyal dog and won the practice. the class had ended a few minutes ago, and you were now walking out of the locker room into the drizzle. you see your lab partner leaning against his white volvo as you head to your truck. he clenches his fists tightly before noticing you, and sending a small smile your way. 

you make sure to text jessica later that day.  is matt bipolar?

you get a buzz back almost right away. uhh no. why would you think that? no reason

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[petitelepus]

Vampire hunter Genya finding Servamp reader! And kind of accidentally became her master (she has a lust for laziness and assemble more of a cat than a vampire)

Summary: Genya was sent to hunt a prowling vampire... But instead, he found a cat and took it with him... That was his first mistake.

Warnings: Cursing

A/N:  Reader, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa, Vampire, Vampire Hunter

Genya was on the hunt. He had heard from the town's people how a vicious vampire had taken hold of the abandoned house near the small town. Based on what he had heard, it hadn't made its move on innocent humans yet, but it would only be a matter of time before hunger would take over, and the vampire would attack someone.

So Genya had to go and kill it and he decided to do this during broad daylight. He was no coward, nope, but vampires had the advantage at nighttime and he had no idea what kind of a vampire he was against with.

Genya didn't wait, as soon as he had listened and taken the people's testimonies, he rushed to the abandoned house so the deed could be done and people's safety was guaranteed.

The young vampire hunter kicked the old moldy door open, gun in one hand that he pointed everywhere he looked as he tried to locate the vampire… But the small house appeared empty, abandoned.

"Shit, am I too late…?" Genya growled quietly, but he didn't lower his gun, in case the vampire was still around and prowling him.

One by one, the young man checked each room there, but the place was deserted… or so he thought.

A small clink caught his attention and he quickly whipped around, gun ready-!

"Meow?"

"A cat?" Genya lowered his gun as he saw a small black cat step into the daylight from around the corner. The young hunter frowned as he put his gun away. There was no vampire or even signs of one.

"Meow?"

But there was a cat.

"Hi there, little one…" The young man smiled as he got on one knee and played with his fingers, trying to get the cat to come to him. The little creature stared at him and then his hand until finally it stepped forward and pressed its head against his hand.

Genya started to pet the little creature until he heard it starting to purr. The vampire must have heard that there was a hunter around and had fled, leaving this poor kitten alone in an empty house.

Genya's trainer, master Himejima happened to love cats. Maybe he would adopt this little guy?

"Hold on…" Genya grabbed the cat under its arms, turned it to see its tummy side, and nodded. Maybe his master would adopt this little girl?

"Let's get you out of here…" And so the young man left the vampire's nest with the little cat with him. He assured the people of the town that they were safe, but he would stay for one night there to make sure the vampire wouldn't return when he left.

He got a free room in the local inn and all the meals he could eat, but he was more worried about the cat's health. Luckily, the little thing happened to have a healthy appetite so Genya doubted that it was ill or anything like that.

"You're such a cute little girl, aren't you?" He smiled as he lifted the little thing to his lap and scratched the cat from behind its ear.

"Meo-!" The cat was meowing when suddenly there was a puff of smoke and Genya gasped and coughed as he inhaled the smoke, but what confused him was the sudden weight on his lap.

"Nya…?"

"What the fuc-!?"

Suddenly, there was a young woman straddling him! That was you. Genya's eyes widened as he registered you and your appearance and sharp fangs-!

Vampire!

"Shit, my gun!" Genya gasped and looked up to see the gun of his that he had placed on the table across the room. The young man growled, ready to grab you and throw you off-!

"Calm your tits," You groaned as you laid your whole weight onto him and Genya cursed as you pressed him down on his back to bed. The young man groaned as he felt your weight pressing him down, locking him there, a vampire trick to ensure their meal wouldn't be able to escape once the vampire was on top of them.

How could Genya be so stupid!? He should have known vampire would take the form of an animal that he wouldn't see as a threat!

"Shit-!" He tried his hardest to throw you off him, but you weighed yourself with his movements, preventing him from throwing you away.

"Calm down, I'm not going to harm you," You groaned and he shot you a glare, "Why should I believe you!?"

"Hm… I guess you can't?" You hummed as you got up and bounced off from him, but you played your move strategically, setting yourself between Genya and his gun.

"There, I'm not on top of you, happy?" You asked and he growled as he jumped up and glared at you, "Mark my word, I will scream if you-!"

"Even if you were in real danger, would you really risk having civilians get hurt by calling them here?" You asked and Genya grounded his teeth together. Damn, you had him there!

"What the fuck do you want?" He asked instead and you lolled your head side to side, the cat ears on top of your head flicking a little as you moved, "Not much, I guess…?"

"What?"

"Sleep sounds nice?"

"Are you fucking with me!?" Genya growled, "Because I will fight you if I have to!"

"Relax. If I wanted to then I would have already bitten you." You rolled your eyes, "But look, I jumped off from you and I'm not hurting you or trying to escape or anything like that?"

You were right, but if years had taught something to Genya it was to never trust a vampire.

"The cat!" He said and you blinked, "Cat?"

"Why did you turn into a cat!? Were you trying to catch me or a villager off-guard!?"

"Ah, I guess I can enlighten you," You hummed.

"Well, some, most vampires like transforming into something they think is cool, like wolves or such," You rolled your eyes, "But I prefer comfort over popularity."

"Then�� What the Hell are you doing in that house?!"

"Resting."

"Huh!?"

"Okay, you got me, I was mostly sleeping."

"Then what about the town's people!?"

"What about them?"

"Why didn't you attack them before!?"

"Dude, why would I attack them?"

"Don't you want to drink their blood!?" Genya growled and you sighed, "Again, not all vampires do that. You or the people of this town don't know this, but the red meat you and they fed me while I was in cat form has been more than enough to keep me going so I never needed to drink anyone's blood."

"So…?" The young man squinted his eyes at you, "You don't drink people's blood?"

"Not unless I have to, no," You shook your head and Genya visibly relaxed, but he didn't let his guard down just yet.

"Then what were you doing in that house?"

"Sleeping, just like I said," You answered and he started to get frustrated, "Is sleeping all you ever do!?"

"Sometimes I might roll onto my other side and even that happens on a good day."

"Are you stupid or just lazy as Hell!?"

"If I was so stupid, why didn't you catch me earlier?" You shot right back at him and the young man frowned as you mocked him.

"That's what I thought," You nodded as you looked around the small room, "So… Can I sleep on the bed, or do I take the couch…?"

"In my whole life, I never met a vampire as lazy as you…!" Genya growled and you hummed as you grinned a little, "I take that as a compliment."

"Tch, fine, you can have the bed!" Genya glared at you, "If you give me my gun!"

"Sure, as long as you don't plan to shoot me," You nodded, stepping aside and settling back on the bed. The young man kept his eyes on you as he moved closer and closer to his gun, ready to dash if you decided to attack him instead, but you just yawned and stretched as you made yourself comfortable on his bed.

Finally, he made it to his gun, and yet you made no move to get him. You were either honest or even lazier than he thought.

"Tch, you really are stupid…" Genya growled as he stepped towards the couch and set his gun down close to him.

"Sure, whatever, I don't care," You waved your hand lazily, "Sleep well hunter because I will."

The young hunter was pissed, but before he could snap at you, he heard soft sounds leaving you. You had fucking gone and fallen asleep in the manner of seconds!

"Stupid vampire…!" He growled. Just how much you looked down on him as a hunter, not showing any fear towards him or his gun!?

He should shoot you…! But he was a man of his word and had promised not to do so as long as you weren't considered a threat. Yet, Genya slept one eye open that night, barely catching any sleep and once the morning came, he was tired and pissed off…

And he just got angrier when he saw you sleeping so soundly.

"Oi…!" He growled as he glared at you, "Wake up! I'm taking you back to the headquarters with me!"

"Five more days…" You grumbled as you hugged the pillow and Genya frowned, "It's five more minutes and you don't get even that!"

"Food…" You groaned and Genya blinked, "Huh?"

"Give me red meat or I will continue my slumber…"

"You are not one to make demands at this moment and time!"

"Take it or leave it…" You grumbled before you started to snore again. Genya couldn't believe what he was hearing, so when he grabbed the phone and called the room service, he nearly broke the damn device.

10 minutes passed when a nice lady brought the raw red meat Genya had requested but when she asked if he'd like them cooked, he replied that they were for the stupid cat. Yes, he called you stupid, much to the lady's confusion.

"Here is your food," Genya grunted as he placed the bowl of meat on the bed next to you… And your cat ears flicked as you smelled the delicious meat and you finally woke up…

Or, at least halfway.

"Hmm, nothing beats delicious meat…" You hummed happily as you ate slowly with your eyes closed.

"Oi, you aren't sleeping, are you?" Genya asked and you shook your head, "Nope. I'm wide awake."

"That's the biggest lie I've ever heard!"

"Sure sure," You nodded. Were you even listening to him!?

"Finish that and I will take you to the hunters' headquarters…"

"Hmm, and then what?"

"Master will decide what we will do with you."

"Ah, okay mister grumpypants." You nodded and Genya scowled, "That's not my name!"

"How should I know? You never gave it to me."

"It's Genya Shinazugawa!"

"Hi Genya," You waved tiredly and the young man looked at you, "And you? What's your name?"

"Don't have one," You said and he was so sure you were screwing with him.

"Fine, don't tell me!" He frowned, "I'll just call you Nemu because you like sleep so much-!"

"Wait, a name?" You actually cracked an eye open enough to look at Genya as he nodded, "Yeah, you're Nemu to me now, you lazy ass she-cat-vampire!"

"Oh boy, now you did it…" You groaned and the young man blinked, about to ask what you meant when suddenly a red magical circle appeared around your neck and his wrist.

"Oi, what the Hell is this!?" He asked as he watched the red gleaming runes press against his skin as if tattoos would. All this while your marks pressed around your neck.

"Well, it looks like you and I are bonded…" You hummed and Genya looked at you and pointed his wrist, "Oi, what the Hell did you do?! Take these things off from my skin!"

"Can't," You muttered as you threw the last piece of meat into your mouth and the young man turned mad, "Why not!?"

"Well, I'm a familiar vampire," You yawned, "Meaning, I'm meant to really serve a vampire higher than my status… But I guess a human can also form a contract with me?"

"How did you not know this before!?"

"You wouldn't know, but I'm pretty young actually."

"I don't care! What happens now with these runes?" Genya grew worried, "I'm not going to turn into a vampire, am I!?"

"Nah nah, don't worry," You shook your head, "It's like owning a pet, really. You give it a name, you bond together and are partners until death do you part, that sort of stuff."

"That last part is about marriage!"

"Ah, no wonder it sounded a little weird." You nodded and Genya was seriously questioning you and how your mind worked.

"Fucking Hell…!" The young man groaned, and you hummed as you licked your fingers clean, "You were talking about your headquarters of some sort?"

"Fuck that too…" Genya just couldn't get any rest, "I guess we have to wait until the sun goes down-!"

"I can walk in sunlight," You suddenly said and the hunter's eyes widened as he looked at you, "You can!?"

"All familiar vampires can walk in sunlight, as soon as they are in their preferred animal form," You started and he finished, "And yours is a cat."

"Bingo," You grinned a little, "Let's say I'll go with you. What do I get from it?"

"I won't kill you here and now…!"

"Ah, again with killing," You sighed, "Well, I guess you are my master now and my job is to serve and make your life easier?"

"I'll be damned if you actually prove to be useful."

"You never know," You chuckled as you stretched like a damn cat, "I might just surprise you!"

"Yeah, right…" Genya rolled his eyes and in a puff of smoke, you turned into a black cat, "I'm ready when you are."

"Oh, so you can talk even while you're a cat."

"Cool, isn't it?"

"I was just cursing my luck," He grunted as he picked you up and stuck you into his rucksack, "It's a miracle you aren't fat with all the food you eat and taken how much you sleep."

"Rude!" You groaned, but you found yourself falling asleep in his comfy rucksack.

"I'm just going to stay here and…" And you fell asleep again. Genya sighed as he left the inn, making sure to thank the innkeepers for their kindness and he started to head back to the Vampire Hunters' Headquarters, thinking that he might be able to catch a bus if he hurries.

As he walked, he looked at the runes on his wrist and sighed. Things got way too complicated for him way too quickly.

[rowyn-writes]

Cinnamon and Sugar

Chapter Four

Warnings: None

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean, Jo, Reader, Benny Laffite (mentioned only)

Word count: 1.5k

You looked around your nearly empty apartment. Pretty much everything was packed up, and what wasn't was going to be thrown away. You still had a few days until you had to move, but today was moving day. The truck was going to be there in four hours, and there was still things to be done.

You had searched for days on end for another apartment, not wanting to impose on Dean. When nothing came up, you finally decided to take Dean up on his offer. Dean was very sweet about the entire thing. He already had a spare bedroom set up, and even a cat bed for Storm. Hell, he even offered to help you move, to which you declined politely. He had already done so much for you and he barely knew you.

Normally, you would find the entire situation strange, but there was something about Dean, like he would never hurt you.

"Alright, Storm." You said, looking around. "Are you ready to go to your new home?" Your cat gave a sad meow. "No, silly, I meant a new home with me. I'm not leaving you behind." Storm began purring as he weaved between your legs. "God, you're a weird cat."

Not only were you stressed about having to move out, but you also had midterms in three days. But then you had Christmas break; four weeks off of school where you could just sit around in your pajamas and watch Christmas movies.

"Knock knock." A voice said, opening the door. "It's your favorite person!"

You rolled your eyes as you looked at the blonde girl. "Since when are you my favorite person, Jo?"

"Since we were ten, duh. Besides, I have to be your favorite, I'm here to help you finish packing and move your stuff into Dean's house." Jo said, grabbing a stack of books and neatly placing them in a box. "Even though I offered to let you stay at my place."

"Jo," You sighed. "I told you, if your landlord caught me living at your apartment, then you would be kicked out and neither of us would have a place to live."

"I know, It's just. . . You barely know Dean. He could be a serial killer."

"And that would be an upgrade from the last guy I lived with, so. . ."

"Y/N," Jo shook her head.

"Jo."

"Are you okay?" She asked gently. "You haven't really talked about Michael all that much and-"

"It's because I don't want to talk about it." You stopped her. "When I'm ready to tell you what happened, I will. But right now, I'm nowhere near ready to discuss it. No matter how much you and Jack badger me about it."

"We badger you because we care, Y/N/N." Jo objected.

"I know you do, but sometimes it's best to just give me some time. I promise I'll talk to you guys about it soon. Just give me a little more time."

Jo gave you a worried look but said nothing else. "So, what are you doing for Christmas?"

You made a face at your best friend. She was jumping from one touchy subject to the next. "I don't know. . . If Jack doesn't come home from Duke, I might go visit him. You could come too. Make a road trip out of it."

"That's a sixteen hour drive, Y/N. If we were to visit Jack, we would be taking a plane." Jo said as she packed up a few band t-shirts.

"Do you have money for a ticket?" You arched an eyebrow. "Cuz I sure as hell don't."

"Touché."

You decided to play some music while the two of you continued to pack up your apartment. Listening to music was the only way to make you unwind. You loved to her the loud beat of the drums and the hum of the guitar. The two of you danced around as you tossed things into boxes.

"Aren't your neighbors doing to report this?" Jo asked loudly over the music.

"What are they gonna do? Kick me out?" You responded, jumping around.

"This is why I love you!" Jo giggled.

Two hours later, you had everything packed up, and the stuff that wasn't was sorted into two piles: Throw away, and donate.

You and Jo fell back onto the couch, both of you out of breath. "I am exhausted." You wheezed.

"You're telling me." Jo agreed. "Hey, you wanna get some pizza?"

"If you're buying."

———

"So," You said, after taking a bite out of your pizza. "Why didn't you want to pursue anything with Dean again?"

"I mean, it's not that I didn't. He's a nice guy, super hot, pretty smart, but it just didn't seem right." Jo explained. "It's almost like I was stealing him from someone. I could tell that he didn't belong with me."

"Huh," You furrowed your eyebrows. "I've literally never heard someone say that about having sex before." You laughed.

"Oh shut up!" Jo growled. "You make it out to sound like I'm crazy."

"I mean. . ."

Jo glared at you from across the table. "I will hit you with something."

"I'd like to see you try. Your aim sucks." You challenged. Jo hurriedly got up and picked up a pillow from on the couch and chucked it at your head. "Hey!"

"Well, would you look at that, I guess my aim doesn't suck after all." Jo smirked.

"You little -" You picked up the pillow she threw at you and aimed for her stomach.

There was a knock at the door, which interrupted the fight that you were having with Jo.

You opened the door to see Dean on the other side. "Dean, hey! What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to help you move." He said simply.

"Dean I-"

"Nope, you can't stop me." He chuckled as he lifted a box into his arms. "Whatever doesn't fit in the moving van I can put in my car."

You and Jo watched as he carried three boxes out the door. "God he is so sexy." Jo mumbled.

"I thought you said chasing after Dean would be like stealing something from someone?" You inquired, a light grin on your face.

"Doesn't mean I can't admire his great ass." You rolled your eyes and flicked Jo's ear.

"Perv." You mumbled as you grabbed a box and followed Dean out the door. Within twenty minutes, everything had been loaded onto the van.

"Well, that's everything." You huffed, resting your hands on your hips. "Okay, so, Jo and I are going to follow you in our cars, and we'll see you at your house."

You picked up Storm's carrier and put him in the back seat. He was sound asleep, as you slipped a Benadryl in his food earlier because it put him to sleep easily. Storm hated car rides with a burning passion.

It was about a twenty minute drive from your apartment to Dean's place, which was a good thing; you weren't too far away from the coffee shop. His house seemed to be in a good neighborhood. 

Jo parked the moving van beside Dean's car. Dean hopped out of his car and began grabbing boxes, taking them inside the house. After several trips back to the car, you finally had all of your boxes in the house. You crouch down and let Storm out of his carrier, and he darts into a corner, glaring at you. "Aaand now he's pissed." You chuckle softly.

"Ah, he'll get over it, sweetheart. Especially when he becomes hungry." Dean comments as he starts helping you unpack.

"Well, it looks like y'all have this handled. I'm gonna go, it's way too crowded in here anyways." Jo says, giving you a hug before leaving.

You and Dean worked in silence for a while as you unpacked. It wasn't an excessive amount of stuff, mostly things for your room. "I'll unpack the clothes, you don't have to worry about that." You tell Dean as he brings in a box labeled 'clothes'. "Thanks for letting me live with you, Dean. I didn't know what I was gonna do. . ." You say quietly.

"Nah, don't worry about it sweetheart, I look at it as a win-win situation. You have a place to stay and I have good company." He gives you a boyish grin.

"Still, I really owe you one. . . I'll have rent to you the first of the month and we can go half on the utilities." You say as you unpack your clothes, putting them in your dresser.

"Don't stress too much on that, sweetheart. I know times are tough, just pitch in when you can, okay?" He gives you a reassuring smile, gently squeezing your shoulder. "I'll leave you to get settled in. I'll order us some Chinese food."

"Oooh, that sounds really good right now." You sigh happily. "Marry me?"

Dean snorts as he looks at his phone. "You're starting to sound like Benny, there, sugar." 

"What can I say, it runs in the family." You joke. Dean left to go pick up the food and you were left alone in you thoughts. It was strange to be living somewhere other than your apartment, especially with this man that you met not even three weeks ago. But you trusted Dean, there was just something about his personality that just made you feel safe and secure. Storm jumped on the bed, looking up at you.

"Hey there buddy. . . I know, tell me about it, this whole thing is strange. . ." You sigh as you gently pet him. "Everything's gonna be okay. . ." You weren't sure if you were trying to convince your cat or yourself.

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[antheshewro]

Of A Cat Purrspective And Nine Lives (1) - AOT Veterans AU

Perhaps a set of claws can be a pair of blades.

Before You Read: Here I am again! It's been so long :( this has been in my drafts for a long while, it's not the first part and I'm gearing up to fix the rest of this story, hope you like it ཐི♡ཋྀ as always, let me know if you like it! Disclaimer: gender neutral!reader for everyone to enjoy kitty cats + credits for the inspo from official arts about the characters as cats (for Levi and Hange), while for Erwin I browsed around the Internet to picture his cat self, as well for Miche. ♡ ^__^

It was a rainy morning at the Scouts' headquarters. A quiet, tranquil Thursday morning. It was raining outside, the pitter-patter of the raindrops landing on the windows, the yard and the roof, making breakfast time even more cozy and enjoyable. Nothing seemed to be out of place… not yet. When you didn't find Levi in the dining hall, given his appearance there before anyone and his restleness (along with the habit of being on his own way too much), you already knew something was up. He was always wandering around the headquarters at that time of the day, early in the morning. He couldn't have left that place out of the blue. He couldn't be sick either—Levi had strong health.

At that point, no matter if it was 8:00 AM, you decided not to stay to the dining area and look around, right down the hallway of the same floor. After a few minutes, you noticed that the door of the storage room of that floor was unlocked. The doorknob quietly twisted and clicked, the old wooden door creaking open as you pushed it. When you stepped inside, it was desert. Eerily silent. Your brows furrowed as you looked around and called his name, but he wasn't there, apparently. Until, you heard a sound coming from behind one of the shelves.

A raspy 'meow'. A couple of seconds would pass before a cat walked from behind a tall shelf on your left, next to a metal cabinet. A black, adult cat, with pointy ears, slender body and icy-blue eyes. Its little yet somewhat long black claws clacked and scratched the wooden floor as the cat shifted on its spot. Its expression was as cold and unamused as ever, a few strands of fur peering from in between its ears and behind them. Around the cat's neck, a white cravat. A sigh of relief left your lips. Levi, your cat, wasn't missing. It was just hiding.

"You scared me. I couldn't find you anywhere."

Levi's ears twitched at the low tone of his owner's voice. He wasn't much of a vocal cat—not like most house cats at least, making his quiet meows and his silent purrs a rare occurrence only when he was in the mood for cuddles and scratches behind the ears. With a lazy demeanor, he slowly walked over to you, rubbing against your legs with a soft ‘mew’ as if to indicate that he was fine. He continued to nuzzle your leg for a bit, craving some attention that you happily provided with a few gentle scratches from under his chin.

You picked the cat up, with one hand around its little belly and one beneath its paws. The front ones were against your chest, as if he wanted to support his own body in his owner's embrace. A tiny peck landed on his forehead and on the side of his face, feeling the cat's whiskers twitch. Even the smell of feline, exuding from his luscious and smooth black fur, was always able to calm you down. Levi was an extremely clean cat, and knowing he would get outside the headquarters to haunt birds, mice or whatever it pleased him, you were always very attentive and careful with his hygiene. Not to mention, the cat would willingly get inside the bathtub to get a bath. A far cry from how felines would usually approach their bath time.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" you softly asked, moving down the stairs. No one sitting there seemed to be minding if you were walking inside the dining hall with Levi sitting in your arms; it would've been odd to see the opposite.

"What do you feel like having for breakfast?" you added, while sitting on a single and spare table, running your fingers on the cat's back.

His ears slightly perked up at the mention of food. His tail lifted up, his little paws placed atop on the table. Levi then looked at you, his big bright blue eyes practically screaming ‘food’ in cat language. His little pink nose then twitched as his owner scratched underneath his chin and around his face. The black cat meowed at your question, as if he was answering her question and demanding food. He had a good appetite in the morning if anything. Levi's eyes then turned to the other soldiers around the room who were having their breakfast.

Another usual sight would be the one that saw you moving to the kitchen to get her breakfast with Levi on your shoulders. They say cats are smart animals, and he was one of those as well. Levi was an extremely responsive and intelligent feline. Even when his owner was preparing their own meal, he stayed around their shoulders and silently watched you prepare herself some food. You didn't get much, just a tiny cup of milk, three slices of buttered toast and some scrambled eggs in a small plate. Once you were done and had placed your breakfast on a tray, along with a napkin and utensils, you went back to the table where you previously sat. One could notice that your breakfast always included something Levi also liked. In this case, it was the eggs. You knew that eventually, he was going to fill his little tummy by himself—a reason why the quantity of those eggs was able to feed both of them.

Levi watched his owner walk back to the table, his blue eyes locked onto the plate. He was definitely eyeing that scrambled egg, his tail thumping against your back. However, he was a good boy and waited for you to sit down first. The black cat meowed and leaned forward on your shoulder, waiting for you to give his share of the food.

You chuckled a little before gently moving him so he was sitting in your lap. Immediately, the cat leaned towards the plate, his wet pink nose practically touching the eggs as he sniffed. Once you put the plate down so he was able to reach the food, Levi started taking small bites out of the scrambled eggs. He sat still on your lap as he ate, his tail wrapping around your wrist as a sign of approval and appreciation. He was never one to leave a single crumb behind, eating a few bites before licking his lips and letting out a little satisfied purr.

After a nice breakfast, you and Levi went back to your own quarters. Once you opened the door, two more cats would approach the pair. A far bigger cat than Levi, a male, with deep blue eyes, a white and soft fur with some honey colored strikes on his forehead and body stomped on the wooden floor. One of his front paws, the right one, was missing after a stray cat bit him, and there wasn't much the pet vet could do besides amputate it. Around the cat's neck, there was a tiny, shiny green bolo tie-like collar you bought at the local pet store. The other cat was smaller than the first one, but still a bit bigger than Levi. A female cat with chocolate colored fur and black stripes around its body. Its left eye was injured, its eyeball missing; you covered it with a black eye patch. On its head, a few tufts of longer fur could be seen on the cat's forehead and behind its ears. Your face softened as you closed the door, sitting on the floor and placing Levi down.

"Erwin," you murmured, referring to the white cat. Then, your eyes shifted to the other feline, the female one. "Hange."

Levi happily hopped out of his owner's arms and trotted over to the other two cats. He didn't waste any time in weaving around Erwin's legs, even rubbing his face against the tabby's body. His ears perked up when he heard the name of the other cat, Hange. The black cat walked over to the smaller female and nuzzled the side of her face as he purred. These three cats had a special bond, as they’ve been together for years now.

You went straight to the bed, crawling on the mattress and laying down on your side. At the gentle pat you gave on the spot next to you, beckoning the cats, Levi immediately pit-patted over to the bed, hopping on with a small jump. The black haired cat wasted no time in rubbing his head against the hand, craving affection. Behind him, Erwin and Hange started to approach their owner. Both cats were on the bed a few seconds later. The tabby climbed up on the bed and sat down by your legs, letting out a low meow as he glanced lazily at the window. Hange, on the other hand, quickly laid down in her owner's lap, rolling onto her back to expose her belly.

You had always found cats to be her true calling. If you could, you would've adopted tons of them. Each cat had been neutered, vaccinated, with a complete check up three times per year unless one of them was sick. They all had their personal litter box, in a spare little angle of your quarters, with their bowls of food and water, toys and blankets collected inside a box. To you, those cats were straight up your children; no one could tell you otherwise.

You picked Hange up, lifting her up and slightly moving her left and right, now laying flat on the bed.

"Who's my little princess, hm?"

Hange let out a soft, happy mewl at the action, her tail gently swaying back and forth. She purred quietly and nuzzled the underside of your chin as she was held. Meanwhile, Levi and Erwin could be spotted curled up together on one of the pillows, the black cat burying his face in the crook of the tabby's neck as he quietly purred.

"Of course you two are cuddling together," you mused, putting Hange down on the bed and observing her as she curled next to her side, her chin placed on her little paws. Letting out an amused snicker, you moved your gaze back to Erwin and Levi.

"Little boyfriends."

Levi lifted his head at the comment, letting out a small meow of protest as he shot an unamused look at his owner. Meanwhile, Erwin merely looked at you in response, his tail starting to sway faintly. The tabby cat couldn't care less about your words, he didn't want to get involved. There was a moment of silence as the three cats simply laid on the bed. The sound of rain outside was filling the silence, the pitter-patter against the window soothing, the storm growing stronger.

As you laid on her stomach, sighing as she felt her body relaxing on the mattress, your eyes closed for a moment. The atmosphere was just too relaxing for you—thunderstorms were always able to help you sleep, for some reason. It wasn't until you were almost drifting off to sleep that your eyelids fluttered open. Your brows furrowing as you spoke.

"Where's Miche?"

At the mention of his name, the three cats perked up at the same time, their ears and tail twitching a little. Levi, however, was the first to look around in the room for the missing cat. Hange did the same, sitting up straight in the bed and sniffing the air. Erwin, on the other hand, simply laid there silently, almost as if he already knew where the big tomcat was.

"You've been here with me the longest, Commander Erwin," you mused out, tilting your body towards Erwin, scratching his soft and full belly and running your fingers through his soft fur. Miche was the first cat you owned with Erwin. Then, you rescued Hange from a cat shelter; a few years later, Levi joined the other three cats, when he was just a little black kitten. Erwin found him near the dirty and cramped stalls; his fur was covered in mud and grime, hissing the entire time, swaying his tiny paws and claws and trying to attack. That day, you thought Erwin was bringing you a dead mouse as a gift; you couldn't be more wrong than that. Another thing that you were used to doing, by now, was to give your cats some… particular nicknames. Given your job as a soldier, they were little soldiers too. Erwin always seemed to be the one that led, in some way, his own friends. Just like a Commander would with their own subordinates.

"Go call your friend."

Erwin let out a huff at the nickname, lifting his head from the pillow for a brief second before settling back down. The tabby cat stared at you with a deadpan expression as if saying 'really?'. After a few seconds of silent staring, he let out a low meow and flicked his tail. At the quiet noise, it wasn't until a loud crashing sound came from your wardrobe that got the other three cats' attention. Something, or more specifically, someone, had been hiding in there the entire time.

Suddenly, the door of the wardrobe started to slowly creak open. A pair of orange eyes could be seen in the darkness inside the cabinet before a big and fluffy tan cat stuck his head out, getting out of the wardrobe. The feline, way bigger than the others, walked over to the bed quietly. He then jumped onto the bed with a thump, his black paws sinking into the soft mattress. His long and golden toned fur appeared to be all wet from the rain outside. Levi let out a little meow while Hange sat up, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the tomcat.

Due to the fact that Miche was close to the Maine Coon's species, his size while laying down was taking almost half of the bed. It was difficult to sleep with those four cats next to you every single time, due to the lack of space; but for them, you could endure it. Since all your cats were now with you, you went back to lay on your stomach and closed your eyes. As well behaved as they were, however, those were four cats.

Four felines that acted like felines. Your idea was to take a nap until lunchtime… if your cats would let you.

[maretinelli]

A GREAT PROPOSAL

Andrew Garfield X fem!reader!Barnes

Summary: /n, half asleep, asks her boyfriend if he would be part of the film she has in mind.

Words: 1K+

Warnings: Mention of HP, mention of another actor, cute and Y/n sleepy hahaha.

Author: English is not my first language, I apologize if there are any mistakes in the middle of the story. Secondly, this was in my drafts for months and I had forgotten haha.

MASTERLIST

Andrew had no intention of arriving so late at night and leaving his fiancee awake to wait for him. However, his publicist had a lot to talk to him about his new role and Andrew ended up sending a message to his girl, telling her not to wait up for him that night.

The clock near the door of their shared home read 1:57 am. Andrew snorts when he looks and takes off his shoes.

Apparently Y/n had actually gone to sleep, the room was organized and the lights were all off.

Before going up to his room, Andrew stops by the kitchen to get a glass of water and feed the cat that was now meowing around his feet.

"Okay, Barth. I understand that you want food" he whispers to the cat and approaches the animal's bowl to feed it.

With that, the actor goes up the stairs and walks down the hallway until he reaches the room he shared with Y/n. Upon entering, he looks at the bed and sees that his fiancée was sleeping, so he decides that he would take a shower before kissing her goodnight.

A few minutes passed and Garfield had already left the bathroom, now wearing light clothes and having showered. As soon as he turns off the light, he approaches the bed and lifts the cover to lie down next to Y/n.

She stirred a little and turned to the other side.

Andrew smiles and moves a little closer to her.

"Hey baby, I'm back" he says softly and places a kiss on the woman's cheek.

"It took too long," she mumbles groggily.

Andrew smile.

"I beg your pardon, my dear. It wasn't my intention" he lies down and hugs Y/n, making her the smallest spoon.

"I know, it's okay" Y/n says and gets closer to the groom, while snuggling closer and closer.

Seconds passed and silence remained in the room. Andrew already had his eyes closed when Y/n started speaking again. With a groggy voice, kind of saying that she was between sleep and reality.

"You know, when you were out and reading a book and it made me have an idea..." Y/n says in a sleepy voice.

Andrew opens his eyes and looks at Y/n's back.

"I think you'd make a great Remus Lupine in the Marauders era" she says and then opens her mouth sleepily. "I think..."

Andrew laughs and strokes the woman's arm.

"Really?" Andrew asks, to get more information about her idea.

"yes..." She says almost falling asleep. "As I am a film director, I have this power in my hands"

Andrew laughs, but Y/n doesn't care. She was almost in dreamland anyway.

"You do" he repeats and smiles at her.

"I think I'll do it tomorrow then. I'll call my contacts and tell them that I have a cast for the Harry Potter Marauders movie" Y/n holds the groom's hand and Andrew smiles. "I have you as Remus Lupine and my brother as Sirius..."

Andrew stands up a little and smiles looking at her.

"You really thought of everything, didn't you?" The oldest says and Y/n nods his head with his eyes closed. "Let's sleep, Barnes. Tomorrow is another day and we can talk about this more" Andrew laughs and snuggles into her.

"Okay..." Last thing Y/n says before falling asleep.

The next morning, she didn't remember anything about the conversation and so Andrew kept making fun of her.

Author: The collage images are all from Pinterest, but I make the collages. Second, yes!! Y/n in the story is Ben's sister.

[kittievampire]

Hey I just discovered your blog and I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request some HCs of the demon bros reacting to a MC who rescued two kittens that started off chill and cute but as the little guys got comfortable in the house of lamentation they start being chaotic and doing rowdy kitten stuff. Thank you so much and I hope you have a stellar day! ✨️

As a cat-owner, I have a lot to say about this.

My cat's a bitch, too, so this'll be fun 😤

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if ya wanna request!

Cat Chaos

Warnings: Cursing, Cats being cats, MC being a crackhead cat-parent, GN! MC

Enjoy.

You found the two little guys on the side of the road during a very stormy night in the Devildom. You were walking home, coat over your head to shield you from the merciless downpour, when you heard faint meows and yaps from an alley. You turned your head, noticing a box, dirty and wet. The cardboard barely kept its shape under the pressure of the heavy rain, and you could see a single pair of fuzzy ears poking out of the opening at the top.

You walked forward, pulling open the two flaps at the top to reveal two kittens, cold and shaking, meowing at you.

Seeing that the box was rendered useless now, you covered the kittens in your coat, banging at the door of the House of Lamentation. "Come on, come on," You whispered to yourself, not wanting to get any more drenched than you already were. The door swung open, Lucifer standing before you with a stern expression on his face. "MC, why are you—" You stepped forward, almost pressed against him. "Please let me inside, it's pouring!"

You and Lucifer had a conversation about the animals, and eventually, he sighed, pinched his brows together, and reluctantly said "Yes."

The cats were so cute. Everyone in the house was quite fond of the animals.

That was until chaos began to ensue.

Lucifer

Absolutely fucking irritated.

The thing about Lucifer is he was a dog person.

That's it.

He only dealt with Cerberus because he wouldn't be much of a fuss to take care of.

Cats on the other hand?

Since the incident with Satan summoning multiple cats, he had a special distaste for the creatures.

One morning, he found a turd in the kitchen. Not very happy.

Lucifer immediately went to your room and knocked on the door. The moment you opened it, the two plausible culprits jumped off of your bed and meowed at him.

"MC," He sighed out, making you shoot up from your bed. "Shit, am I late?" You ask, still half-asleep.

You pushed the covers off of you in a sleepy panic, making him shake his head and hold out a hand of reassurance. "No, you're not late, it's still quite early in the morning. I just... Wanted to let you know that..." He looked into your sleepy doe eyes and felt one of the kittens brush up against his leg.

Lucifer suppressed a groan of frustration. "I... Just wanted to let you know that... I was going out to get coffee, and..." He trailed off, a blush highlighting his face. You couldn't see it though.

"Oh, that'd be great, thanks, Luci," You said with a yawn, patting your bedside and calling out the names of the two felines. "Wake me up again when you're back, please. I'm gonna get a few more minutes of sleep in."

He begrudgingly cleaned it up himself.

He'd have to clean up after Cerberus occasionally, but the difference is, he couldn't exactly punish your kittens.

They weren't his.

The three of them would have standoffs every now and then in the hallway though.

Mammon

Bro is so over your cats' shit. A little less than Lucifer, but it's the fact that they continue to get into his stuff when he leaves it lying around.

Asmodeus will leave around a whole fur coat, yet instead of that expensive, comfort-guaranteed, five-star, premium bed-material-like coat, they decide to snuggle up with his favorite leather jacket with studs. STUDS.

He'll usually try and catch the little guys, but they're too fast for baby boy.

He usually ends up tripping and falling on his face while shouting curses at them.

When you came over and asked what was wrong, he was quick as hell to snitch.

"Those little color-palette faces o' yours got their fur all over my favorite jacket! D'ya know how much grim I had to save up for that?" Mammon was nearly sobbing.

You sighed, got on the ground near him, and started comforting him with an embrace and head pats.

Definitely flips them off whenever he sees them in the hallways now, it always seems like they're smirking at him though.

Fucking felines.

Leviathan

Levi didn't have a problem with them at first

He was worried that they'd try to get to Henry 2.0, but they didn't seem very interested in him, so, eventually, he started letting them into his room whenever they'd scratch at the door.

He actually didn't mind their company.

It was nice to have those two laying down in his lap while he played his video games.

They'd even hiss whenever someone killed him!

They were his best friends!

Until the day it happened.

He was grinding really hard on a game from the human world that you recommended he played, and he was loving it so far! Though, because he was grinding so hard for seven hours straight, the kittens ended up falling asleep at his side.

He was so close to beating this really difficult boss! This wasn't even the final stage, why were these bosses so hard?

But he enjoyed it nonetheless because you recommended it of course.

"Yes! Now all I have to do is use Black Viper to inflict all-mighty damage and I'll finally be done with this palace!"

Bro is near tears of joy.

However, a small paw bapped at his controller, hitting the melee button that dealt 50 damage to the boss that had 98 health.

When the boss killed him for the nth time in a row, he dropped his controller.

Barged into your room with kittens in hand and tears streaming down his face. "These are anti-gamer feline monsters, MC!" He sobbed, making you shoot up from your seat.

"Oh no, what did they do this time?"

"They made me restart the boss battle when I was this close to beating him! I thought we were friends!"

You had to comfort him the whole night and help him defeat the boss afterward.

Satan

Absolutely in love with the kittens.

They could do no wrong in his eyes.

They made him lose a page in his book?

That's okay, they just wanted to play.

They knocked over his mug?

They're cats! It's only natural for them to learn how to do that!

If anything, he encourages their naughty behavior when they act out in front of the other brothers.

And you end up the one to complain about the cats, though you talk to them as if they're humans.

"When I said you give me shit, I didn't mean to actually drop one!" You practically shouted at one of your kittens, causing Satan to look up from his book.

You pointed to the other kitten accusingly. "You were fucking watching too, weren't you? You fucking cuck, you cat-cuck, you-"

"Woah, woah, woah, they probably couldn't make it to the litterbox in time, MC," He said, closing his book.

You deadpanned at him, looking down at the turd that sat right next to the litterbox.

Both of the kittens jumped into the blond's lap, purring and nuzzling against his hands.

He started cooing at them about how "mommy/daddy was so mean" and how the kittens "could never do something so vile on purpose."

Asmodeus

They made great selfie buddies!

His follower count and likes shot up once he started taking selfies with the cute little felines.

He tolerated them a lot, though he was still wary of their shedding.

One day, they were in his room while he was painting his nails.

He used them to pick colors for the new nail look.

"I'm not sure orange and pink go well together, silly feline." Asmodeus giggled, gently booping one of the kittens on the nose as he set down the orange nail polish container.

"However, I'd say pink would definitely go with my outfit wardrobe for this next month!"

He hummed to himself and cooed at the kittens as he started painting his nails, movements precise, hands still as if he were a surgeon.

"Honestly, I'd look good in any color, won't I? That's why you gave me orange! You know I can pull off the colors, don't you? You two are so adorable!" He flustered himself with compliments.

The kittens meowed sweetly at him as he waited for his nails to dry

Suddenly, one of the kittens nuzzled his cheek against his hand, getting nearly dried nail polish on his fuzzy cheek and whiskers and smudging the pink nail polish on Asmo's finger.

There was silence.

Asmodeus looked at the tiny hairs that stuck out of his clumpy, mildly wet polish, processing what had just happened.

His screech was what alerted you to his room, and you had to hold him back from throwing the little felines across the room.

Beelzebub

Second most chill about it.

Whenever he'd see the kittens getting yelled at by you for doing something bad, he'd slip them a piece of his meaty snack to make them feel better.

He may get mildly irritated when they would beg him to share a snack with him, but that's only on rare occasions.

"Oh, did you want some jerky?" He asked softly to the kitten that had jumped onto the table and sniffed the meat in his hand.

He gently handed the meat to the kitten, who sniffed and started to lick it.

Beel scarfed down most of the bag but ended up leaving some for the kitten.

He gently pat the kitten on the head and allowed it to finish the rest of the jerky.

Belphegor

Third most chill about it.

He most likely encourages chaos like Satan, too.

You catch him trying to coax your kitties to knock over Lucifer's fragile belongings and make messes of his clothing.

You'd been scolded a few times by Lucifer, but he eventually found out that it was the youngest's doing, so you got off easy.

Belphie loved to cuddle with your kittens when he slept.

He'd get a little irritated when they'd wake him by clawing at his door at night, but he had to deal with his twin's loud snores, so it didn't bother him that much.

It's surprising he can hear the scratches and meows over the snoring, though.

"Hey, you two. You wanna cuddle with Uncle Belphie?" He'd chuckle softly as he let the cats into the room.

Loves the warmth that their fur provides, and you definitely caught him with one of the kitten's butts in his face when he was napping at least twice.

Hope you liked it, anon!

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I Wanna Be Yours

Chapter Twelve

A/N: so sorry for the delay on this chapter, last Thursday was my Starcatcher show and I’ve been running around like crazy trying to get everything done but it’s finally finished, I hope this makes up for it!!

6k words

Warnings: 18+ ONLY minors DNI!!, demon!reader, language, fluff, mentions of sex, innuendo, teasing, drinking alcohol, pet names, blood, cheating if you really really squint, slight smut, f/f flirting, mentions of death, mentions of violence

Inspired by my bestie @gracev0609 thank you so much for always helping me with ideas and inspiring me! I love you!!!

Your alarm startled you awake at six AM sharp. Your hand slapped around blindly until you silenced the incessant beeping. You groaned as you slowly peeked your eyes open. “Honestly, 6:00 in the morning? Jake died less than twelve hours ago and we still have to get up at SIX?” You whined, kicking the blankets off of you so you wouldn’t be as tempted to roll over and go back to sleep.

After a long stretch of your stiff muscles, you climbed out of the bed and pulled the sheets and comforter back into place. You walked into the kitchen and topped off Cookies’ food and water bowl before making your way to the bathroom to run through a speedy version of your morning routine. You knew Jake and the other guys would be there in an hour or less to pick you up, their schedules becoming just a bit more rigid when tour was involved.

Cookies meowed at you as you walked back through the kitchen after your shower, towel drying your dripping hair. “Tell your father he’s lucky he’s pretty, because I wouldn’t be awake at this hour for anybody else.” You chuckled tiredly, scooping the cat up in your arms to place a kiss on his soft forehead.

You had decided to pack light, not knowing how much space there would be for your things on top of everything else. One duffel bag for clothes that you may or may not have snuck some lingerie into, and another for all of your toiletries, cat food, a small bag of cat litter, and a few other odds and ends you’d thrown in in case you needed them. It also contained the small litter pan you’d bought, and the spare food and water bowls.

Once everything was all packed up, you ran through your mental checklist a few more times to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. A few minutes later a knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. You swung the door open to reveal a sleepy looking Jake. “Morning, gorgeous. Coffee?” He offered you the cup he’d brought for you, taking a sip out of his own.

“You’re a fucking lifesaver, baby.” You giggled, gratefully accepting the drink.

“I have to take care of my girl.” He smiled, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “You want to get the tiny freeloader loaded in his tiny prison while I put your bags on the bus?” He asked, gesturing to the cat carrier that had been purchased solely for this occasion.

“Jake, baby, I can carry my own bags.”

“I’m well aware, but I’m here, so why should you have to?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“You’re a maniac. I love you.” You squeezed his waist as you walked past to load the cat in his carrier, or his ‘tiny prison’ as Jake had so lovingly called it.

“I’ll have you know that Josh and Sam gave me shit from the time I got home until the time I pulled my pillow over my face and went to sleep. Apparently I was ‘gone too long’. Oh and Danny made fun of my hair and called me a pillow princess so there’s that.”

You snorted. “You didn’t fix your hair before you got home?? Rookie mistake, baby!”

“I TRIED.” He whined.

You watched Jake carrying your bags outside, losing yourself in watching his ass jiggle as he walked for a minute. “Whatcha looking at, honey?” He teased.

“Your ass.” You answered honestly. “I want to bite it.”

“And I’M the maniac?” he laughed loudly. “Come on, greedy little thing. We gotta get going. I promise, both my ass and I are all yours as soon as we get to the hotel.”

“I’m holding you to that promise, Jacob.” You shot back. Jake picked up the cat carrier, only leaving you to grab your purse off the counter on your way out the door. He pulled your keys from the pocket of your shorts and locked the door behind both of you before tucking the keys safely in his own pocket.

Once the three of you made it on the bus, Jake helped you find the best spot to get Cookies set up. The two of you found the perfect places for his litter pan, food and water bowls before giving him head scratches and leaving him to get used to his new surroundings. He hadn’t been around Josh, Sam, or Danny much so you knew he’d likely avoid them for a good while until he got more comfortable.

The other guys were off somewhere, presumably in their bunks. “Bunk nap?” Jake offered. Looking at him, his eyes definitely looked sleepy, barely being held open. Knowing you had a long trip ahead of you from home to the first stop, you enthusiastically agreed.

“Can I sleep on your chest?”

“Yeah, angel, of course. Lay on top of me if you want. Just wanna be close to you.” Jake pulled your body into his and cupped your jaw, capturing your lips with his while his arms wound around your waist and held you close. Then he took your hand and led you to the bunk where he stretched out on his back and held his arms out to you. You curled into his side and threw one arm and leg over him, your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you again, holding you as close as you could possibly get.

“Will you talk to me?” Jake mumbled, breaking the silence.

“What do you want to hear?” You chuckled quietly.

“Anything. Tell me about you. Whatever you think I should know.”

With that, you launched into your life story, only condensing the periods of time where truly nothing important had happened. Your childhood, your adolescence, how you became the person he saw in front of him today, the one he loved so dearly. He had heard a couple bits and pieces here and there but there’d been countless gaps. He had complete trust in you, he just wanted to know you. Baring your soul to him with your skin pressed against his was definitely one of the most intimate moments of your whole life.

Jake was the perfect audience, giving you his undivided attention through the entirety of your rambling. His thumbs gently stroked your skin at your waist where he held you. By the end of your story both of you were yawning, eyes feeling heavy. You let sleep carry you away wrapped securely in Jake’s arms.

“We’re at the hotel, y/n. Let’s get up to the room.” Jake’s soft voice in your ear gently woke you from your slumber, then he pressed his lips to yours once your eyes fluttered open.

“Mmm, hi…” you mumbled sleepily, stretching your stiff muscles.

“Hi, angel.” He giggled, untangling your bodies and helping you out of the bunk. Together the two of you tracked down Cookies and got him wrangled back in his carrier for the quick walk into the hotel. Jake grabbed both your bags while you carried the cat carrier and your purse, their management already at the front desk getting everyone checked in.

“We have to head to the venue here soon for soundcheck, I’d like for you to come with us but you’re more than welcome to stay here and rest if you’re still tired, love.” Jake mumbled, his head leaning on yours which rested against his shoulder.

You weren’t feeling tired anymore after your nap on the bus, you were actually super excited to go to soundcheck with them. It was your first time going on the road with them and you wanted to experience it all with Jake. You told him as much on the elevator ride up to your floor after getting your room keys.

Jake held the key up to the door until the lock clicked, then swung the door open. “Okay, sweet girl. We can drop everything off here then head over there with everyone. We shouldn’t be there too long, then I’m all yours until we have to start getting ready.”

He sat all the bags down in the corner of the room then walked back over to help you get everything set up for Cookies. You were originally worried about leaving him in the hotel room alone, but Jake had told you that he’d honestly probably rather have a little bit of time to himself while he’s adjusting to the new room. You knew you probably wouldn’t want anyone in your face while you were trying to process a new environment either, so you agreed.

The two of you changed clothes and then kissed the cat goodbye after triple checking that he had everything he would need. “Be a good boy, Cookies!” You cooed at the cat.

“You’re the man of the house while I’m gone! Don’t let anyone in!” Jake narrowed his eyes playfully at the cat.

“Yeah, and no parties either.” You giggled. “Come on Jake, everyone’s probably downstairs waiting on us.”

Jake took your hand and led you to the elevator, taking it back down to the lobby to meet the guys. “Finally, what the fuck took you so long?” Sam grumbled when he saw his brother.

“I bet I can guess, huh pillow princess?” Danny winked. Jake’s cheeks burned red. “At least you fixed your hair this time.”

“Should I tell him I was the one dreaming about riding you?” You whispered in his ear, making him cackle. With a couple questioning looks at Jake wondering why he was laughing so hard, met with a shake of head, everyone started back out towards the bus.

Sound check went off without a hitch and you were really enjoying watching all of them be so at home and in their element on stage even though the arena was still empty at that point. You couldn’t wait to watch them come alive in front of the fans later.

Jake was right about it being quick, though you never had any doubt he would be- you weren’t there very long before everyone got the okay to load back in the bus. The whole ride back to the hotel you struggled to pay attention to what Jake was saying, the image of him up on that stage with his guitar playing on loop in your head. Your thighs clenched together subconsciously making him smirk at you.

“Something on your mind, angel?” Jake quipped.

You noticed that the bus had just turned into the parking lot and parked. You leaned right in to his ear and made sure he felt the warmth of your heavy breaths on his skin before you spoke. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” you whispered before standing from the seat and walking off the bus, leaving Jake to catch up with you.

Once everyone was back in the hotel lobby, you were all reminded what time everyone needed to be back on the bus to get over to the venue on time, and then dismissed to do whatever you felt like until then.

“What do you feel like doing today, baby?” You asked after both of you had flopped down on the bed. “We still have a few hours before we have to be back.”

“I think I need a drink.” Jake replied, pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Okay baby, you want me to text the guys and see if they feel like going for a drink?”

“Mmm, no, like a DRINK drink.” He let his eyes turn darker and you took in the slight dark circles under his eyes.

“Let’s go then honey, I think I saw a little bar about a block over when we were driving past earlier. We can just walk over there.” You squeezed his hip gently before rising from the bed and pulling your shoes back on. Jake followed suit, making sure at least one of you had a key to the room on you before walking hand in hand down to the lobby.

The walk to the bar was peaceful and before long you were walking up to the parking lot. It was still early in the day so there were only a handful of cars parked in the lot and you knew some had to be staff. After walking inside, you found a table and set your things down on it to claim it.

“You can sit, angel, I’ll get us a drink.” Jake squeezed your hand before making his way over to the bar counter and ordering your drinks.

Your gaze swept across the room, sizing everyone up, and landed on a woman about Jake’s age who had been looking directly at you until you caught her. She had long, wavy dark hair and light eyes with glossy pink heart shaped lips and a curvy build. She was wearing a simple black dress that showed off her chest and legs. You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what it would be like to kiss her, what she would taste like. Her cheeks turned pink and she turned her head to look at Jake instead. You watched her look hungrily at him too. At that your cheeks turned pink and you felt the corner of your mouth quirk up into a little smirk.

She wanted you both. Perfect. You waited for Jake to come back to the table with the drinks before strutting over to her. “Hi, my name’s y/n. What’s yours?” You grinned at her, looking her up and down and offering your hand to shake.

“I’m Violet, hi!” She smiled, giving your hand a shake before picking up her almost empty drink once more. “Listen, if you’re together I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to stare-“

“Shhh.” You hushed. “You don’t have to be sorry, just come join us, yeah?” You gestured to the table where Jake sat waiting for you. He met your gaze with a cocked eyebrow.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude!”

“Positive! What are you drinking, babe? Go wait with Jake and I’ll get you another.” You pointed towards where the vampire was sitting, flashing his signature smirk at both of you.

“Whiskey sour?” Her eyes shyly met yours. “I’ve already had a couple but I can do one or two more.”

“You got it, I’ll be right over!” You gently pulled her in by the hand to brush a kiss to her cheek, making her blush as she walked away.

You flagged down the bartender and ordered three of them, arranging them in a triangle formation so you could safely carry all of them in your hands. Jake stood from the table to help you set down the drinks. You sat down next to Violet and across from Jake, placing a drink in front of each of you. You scooted close enough for your thigh to brush against hers.

“Good choice, pretty girl.” You smirked, raising your glass to clink with each of theirs. The three of you struck up a conversation, making polite small talk before diving in to all get to know each other a little better. Throughout the entirety of the conversation, you kept gently touching Violet- her shoulders, her back, her hands. Of course you would’ve stopped long before if she had shown any evidence of being uncomfortable, but she was giggling along and touching you right back, and her foot kept moving under the table to brush against your leg and Jake’s.

Once your glasses were empty Jake walked back up to the bar to order another round. You let your fingers sweep along Violet’s waist as you leaned in to just barely brush your lips against hers before standing up and telling her you were going to go to the bathroom while Jake was getting the drinks.

You did your business quickly before washing your hands and checking your makeup in the mirror. Satisfied that your makeup was still in place, you walked back out of the bathroom to find the table you had been sitting at vacant except for the drinks Jake must have just sat down. You looked around the bar to see if they had gone somewhere else but didn’t see either of them.

You felt worry starting to creep in. First you went outside to see if maybe they had gone out to smoke, but you had no luck there either. Having just come out of the women’s bathroom, you knew they weren’t in there, so the men’s room was your last resort. You pushed the door open to see Jake’s mouth latched onto Violet’s neck, little moans leaving his lips being muffled into her skin as he drank from her. Her face was blissed out and dreamy looking. His arms were holding her in place and his hips were rocking against her thigh. You hated to admit it but the scene you’d walked in on was turning you on immensely.

You heard a humorless, disbelieving laugh fly from your lips and Jake jerked back from Violet to meet your gaze. He opened his mouth to explain but you held your hand up to show him you weren’t interested in hearing it.

You walked right back out the way you came, pulling out your phone to order an Uber back to the hotel before making your way out to the parking lot to wait the 5 minutes for it to get there. It wasn’t a far walk but you knew Jake would follow you and try to talk about it, and the last thing you wanted in that moment was to hear his voice.

You heard the door open just before you heard him. “Angel? Please come back inside, can we talk?”

“No, that’s okay Jake, don’t let me stand in your way. Should probably go find Violet, make sure she’s alright. I’m going back to the hotel.” Your tone was cold and uncaring.

“You’re leaving? Okay, I’ll come with you.” He tried to grab your hand.

“No need. I’ll be just fine getting there on my own. I’ll meet you there later.”

“Angel, will you stop? I’m coming with you. I’m not letting you leave here by yourself.” He sighed, exasperated.

“Suit yourself.” You shrugged your shoulders, eyes going back to looking at your phone to let him know you were done talking for the moment. It was silent for the next couple minutes until the Uber pulled up.

Jake climbed in the backseat on the drivers side and you got in on the passengers side. Normally you would scoot into the middle seat to rest your head on Jake’s shoulder but you stayed put on the other side. “I love you.” He whispered, reaching for your hand.

You kept your hand where it rested in your lap and turned to look at him just for a second. “I love you too.” You rolled your eyes.

“I- I didn’t mean to- I thought-“ Jake stammered.

“Not now, Jake. Not here.” You shook your head.

“Alright.” He mumbled, then the rest of the ride to the hotel was silent.

Once you got back to your room, you flopped down on the bed with a dramatic sigh and put one arm over your eyes. You waited to feel the bed dip next to you with Jake climbing in, but instead you heard the wooden chair across the room creak when he sat down on it.

“Jake, what are you doing?” You mumbled, not taking your arm off your face. “Come get in bed.” You patted the bed next to you with your other hand.

“I just didn’t think you wanted me to.” He said in a small voice and your heart ached a little before you remembered why you were upset with him.

“I’m just mad at you. That doesn’t mean I want you to sit in the uncomfortable hotel chair all the way across the room from me. I feel better when you’re close to me, even when you’re being a shithead.” You met his eyes with your own then, trying to will him to read the sincerity in your face.

“A shithead, huh?” He tried to fight the smile growing on his lips but you still caught the corners of his mouth quirking up as he kicked his shoes off and flopped down on the bed with you.

“Yes.” You said matter-of-factly, cozying up to him and nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around you and gently pressed his lips to your temple.

“I really do love you, ya know.” Jake whispered.

You left kisses on his skin where your face rested, making him shiver. “I know, Jake. I love you too.” Then you lifted your head and leaned in to kiss him.

Jake kissed you back enthusiastically and immediately, tugging you impossibly closer and grinding his hips into yours. You felt him starting to harden in his pants. You tangled one hand in his messy hair and let the other rest on his throat, just barely pressing on the sides.

Jake groaned against your lips and you started grinding your hips in rhythm with his. “Fuck. Can I touch you? Please?” He begged.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” You questioned, eyes narrowed.

“Mmm, no, I don’t think I deserve it. But I wanna make you feel good, make it up to you. Please?” You felt him twitch in his pants.

“Okay, Jakey. Touch me.” You gave in, pulling away from him to yank his shirt over his head.

Jake crashed your lips together in a heated kiss. He began undressing you and trailing kisses from your lips down to your neck, then your chest, and finally all down your stomach before leaning down to nibble at your inner thighs.

You were squirming under him, desperate for more than he was giving you. “Don’t tease.” You whined. “You’re still on my list.”

Jake barked a laugh and brought one hand up to your lower stomach to hold you in place. He ran the first two fingers of his other hand through your folds, feeling how wet you already were. You gasped at the touch, trying to buck your hips up into it but his grip on you had you locked in place.

You moaned when he traced a couple little circles on your clit before sliding back down to circle your entrance. It turned into a sharp gasp as he slipped two fingers into you. “Jaaaaaaake.” You moaned out when he curled those two fingers up into your g-spot.

“Yeah? C’mon angel, talk to me.” Jake begged, voice sweet as honey. With that, he ducked his head down to press a kiss over your clit before sucking it into his mouth, fingers never relenting on their assault of your sweet spot. You were writhing on the bed to the best of your ability, his strong grip making your range of motion rather limited.

“Feels so fucking good, baby.” You gasped, hands flying to tangle in his hair.

Then he added a third finger to your fluttering entrance and started alternating the suction on your clit with flicks and rolls of his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You tugged harshly on his hair, an animalistic moan coming from deep in your chest. Jake groaned into your pussy at the sting on his scalp, speeding up his fingers and sucking harder at your clit, rolling his tongue around it.

“Jake, fuck! ‘M gonna cum, baby, don’t stop. Just like that, oh my god!” You sobbed as your orgasm hit you like a train, whiting out your vision and taking your hearing away for a minute as you rained down on Jake’s hand and face. He greedily lapped up every drop of your release he could before looking up at you through his lashes, the whole bottom half of his face covered in your slick while a few drops ran down his neck.

“Fucking delicious.” He growled, crawling back up to claim your mouth in a searing kiss. You wrapped one arm around him while the other hand squeezed his throbbing cock through his pants, palming him roughly over the fabric.

“Stand up for me, baby.” You whispered, climbing off of him so he could stand. You pushed him against the wall before kissing him again, roughly biting his bottom lip.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” Jake groaned when your hand made its way back down to cup him over his pants.

“You’re so big, Jakey. So hard.” You breathed against his skin. You felt him twitch in your grip at your words.

“Good boy, baby. Such a good boy, being patient for me.” You cooed, thumb stroking over his cheek. He let out a high pitched whine, cock twitching again.

“Fuck, please touch me, angel. I need to feel you.” Jake pleaded, his hands resting on your hips. You squeezed him tighter, adding a bit more pressure to your strokes.

“Like this?” You asked innocently.

“Please angel, I wanna cum. Need to cum for you, I can’t go on stage like this.” Jake whined.

“Okay. So cum.” You replied in your most disinterested voice.

“W-what?” He stammered out, eyes widening in shock.

“You heard me. You need it so badly, then cum. Right here, in your pants, or not at all.” You sped up your movements over the fabric of his pants.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “No, please-“

“Okay, have fun.” You cut him off, removing your hand and making to walk away.

“No, wait!” He pleaded, hand gripping your wrist gently to keep you in place. “Please, I need you. Anything. Whatever you’ll give me.” He breathed, eyes pleading with yours for mercy.

“Okay, baby. You can grind on my hand until you make a mess in your pants but you better behave.” You warned, replacing your hand over his covered cock. He nodded with a groan, hips thrusting wildly into your hand. It didn’t take long for you to feel him pulsing in your grip, his whimpers and moans growing in both volume and pitch, and you knew he was getting close. “Come on baby, nice and messy, right here in your clothes. I wanna see it.” You cooed, bringing your lips to his neck once more. A couple wet kisses over the skin there and he was coming undone, pumping his release into his now ruined jeans.

Once Jake caught his breath, you helped him out of his jeans and boxers so he wouldn’t get uncomfortable and cleaned him up, then pulled him back onto the bed with you. “Can we just lay like this until it’s time to go?” You mumbled, pulling his head to rest on your chest and tangling your legs with his.

“Sounds good to me. Hey, can I tell you something?” Jake asked a little shyly. You nodded, waiting for him to continue. “I was hoping you’d come join us, at the bar. I hoped you’d come in and have fun with us. I didn’t actually care about her, I just wanted you.” He admitted, his head nuzzled into your chest.

You squeezed him tighter to you, kissing the top of his head. “Oh baby, I’m sorry I wouldn’t listen to you.”

“No, it’s okay, I wouldn’t have believed me in that moment either. I just wanted you to know that.”

“Well, since you were honest with me I suppose I should tell you something too… seeing you in there feeding from her and grinding against her like a slut actually really turned me on. I just couldn’t admit that to you yet.” You giggled.

Jake faked a dramatic gasp, lifting his head to face you. “Angel, you lied to me?” He pretended to be offended but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

You leaned in and bit his shoulder. “Ow!” He shouted through a laugh. You stayed curled up in bed with each other for a little while longer before finally getting up and getting in the shower together. You washed his hair for him and he ran the conditioner through yours for you. After that, you both redressed and made sure Cookies still had everything he needed before heading back down to the lobby to load up on the bus with everyone.

Everything seemed to go so fast once you arrived back at the venue. All the boys were being pulled in a million different directions, everyone was getting everything set up and ready to go. You’d thought seeing Jake up on the stage with his guitar in normal clothes was dangerous but you never could’ve prepared for seeing him in his suit, all smudged out eyeliner and dripping sex. He caught you staring and smirked. “Something on your mind, angel?” He chuckled.

“Mm, maybe a couple things. Nothing important.” You teased, leaning in and planting a big kiss on his lips.

“Ouch.” Jake pretended to gasp, pulling you closer and squeezing your ass.

“Jake, there are thousands of people in this arena. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“I don’t see any of them in here…” he took a dramatic walk around his dressing room, peeking behind curtains and furniture. “Do you?” He crossed the room again, pulling you back into his arms. He tugged your body right against his, locking his arms around you to keep you in place.

“Jacob Thomas. We don’t have time for this.” You giggled, giving him a sweet kiss on his lips and teasingly pinching his side. You knew he only had around fifteen minutes left before he had to go on.

Jake scoffed, “I could definitely get you off before I have to go.” With a roll of his eyes.

“And show all the screaming fans how hard you are in your pretty pants? I don’t think so, baby.” Your words made Jake pout so you kissed all over his face until he caved and cracked a smile. “Look at me.” You used one finger under his chin to bring his gaze to yours.

“If we had the time right now I’d be all over you, baby.” You watched the corners of his lips try to quirk up into a grin but he suppressed it before he thought you’d noticed. “That’s what you wanted to hear, right? Even though you already know that I want you, just like everyone else in this arena tonight? Just need your ego stroked a little, hmm?”

He cleared his throat and forced his face into a neutral expression. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, angel.”

“Sure you don’t, Jacob.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “After the show we’re going out for drinks with your brothers and then you can do whatever you want to me, baby.”

“Don’t tell me that, honey.” He groaned, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Sorry, sorry.” You tried to suppress your giggles, pulling him in for another kiss before he had to go. He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, squeezing you to him, grounding himself with your touch. Not everyone knew, but Jake would almost always get nervous before shows, so desperate to prove himself to everyone that saw him play.

“You’re gonna be amazing, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you. I’ll be watching the whole time.” You squeezed his hands as you both stepped away from the embrace.

“I love you.” He breathed, eyes wide as he checked his reflection in the mirror one last time before holding the door open for the two of you to walk out towards the stage.

“And I love you, Jakey.” You brushed your hand against his hip lovingly before he stepped into his position behind the curtain. He met your eyes over his shoulder once more and you gave him a big smile and thumbs up making him grin.

The noise in the arena had been gradually increasing over the last little bit but when the curtain dropped it became a thunderous roar and you knew why Jake was so passionate about what he does. You’d known he would be, but Jake was electric as soon as he played the first notes. He channeled all his anxiety and nervousness into his performance, feeling the music and making everyone else feel it too. You were in awe of him, trying to watch all four of the boys at once and finding yourself entranced by it all. You knew then that you made the right decision coming on tour with the band, you wouldn’t trade seeing him like this for anything.

Jake came running off the stage to you a sweaty mess, eyeliner smudged a little more from where it ran and hair wild from throwing it out of his face. “You were incredible, baby!” You cheered, throwing yourself into his arms.

Jake caught you, trying to keep his sweaty hands off your body as best he could. “‘M all sweaty, angel.” He chuckled.

“Don’t care.” You giggled, kissing his sweaty cheek and then his lips. “I’m going home with a rockstar tonight.”

He threw his head back and laughed, lacing his fingers with yours. “And every other night, my love. C’mon, I need a shower and a drink.” He led you by the hand back to his dressing room where he quickly stripped down and jumped in the shower.

You shamelessly admired his ass when he turned to face the water, cheeks turning a little pink when he turned back around and caught you staring. “You know, that’s not the first time today I’ve caught you staring, angel.” Jake said with a smirk.

“Nope, probably won’t be the last either. And you wanna know a secret? You didn’t catch me every time.” You quipped back.

“Ooh, scandalous.”

“Shut up and shower, Kiszka.”

“Patience is a virtue, Y/N.”

“Yeah, one I don’t possess. Let’s go!” You were excited to recap the show with the guys over a few drinks, and even more excited to finally get your hands on Jake back at the hotel.

The boys had you laughing so hard tears were streaming down your face recounting the events of the evening as well as telling you some old stories you’d never heard before. You had a few cocktails, the guys all had a few rounds, and everyone was in good spirits as all of you made your way out of the bar.

Everyone was still talking and laughing, barely paying any attention to anything outside of your group when the chatter was cut off with a shout. Everyone spun around to see a strange man grasping Josh by the arm, wrenching it behind his back and spinning him around, pinning him face first against the bricks outside the building. You started running as soon as you registered what was happening, but Jake was way faster.

He sprinted over to his twin faster than even the stranger had expected, catching him off guard when Jake ran up on him and wrapped his hands around the man’s throat. He squeezed tightly, cutting off airflow making the man release his hold on Josh.

You ran over to Josh while Jake was occupied, cupping his face in your hands and fussing over the scrapes on his cheek and nose. “Y/N I’m fine, we have to help Jake!” Josh urged, gripping your hand and spinning you both around to face the two of them.

What you saw was shocking. Jake had effectively ripped the man’s head off (another demon, Jake informed everyone). Dark blood coated the pavement beneath your feet and soaked Jake nearly head to toe. He was panting, eyes nearly black as he snapped out of his trance and let the head hit the ground with a sickening sound.

“I’m sorry, I-“ Jake stuttered, staring at his blood soaked hands in shock.

“You fucking saved me, Jake, don’t be sorry.” Josh breathed, pulling his twin into a crushing embrace, getting blood all over his clothes yet again by hugging his brother.

“Are you okay, baby?” You stroked Jake’s bloody cheek with your thumb, using the spare hair tie you had on your wrist to tie his hair back for him.

“I’m okay, I’m fine. Josh, are you okay? When I saw him grab you I fucking panicked.” Jake rushed out.

“I’m okay. I promise.” Josh assured him, always the one to comfort his brothers. “Let’s get this shit cleaned up.”

Tags: @gracev0609 @jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka @clairesjointshurt

[teamcivilian]

For England

Q laid on bed, not even trying to sleep. His now glassless eyes stared through the bedroom window into the night. Raindrops on the glass and the yellow streetlight draw cruel sceneries on the window.

Seeing him falling. Smashed skull.

Seeing him bleeding. Drowning.

Seeing him - - working. In the claws of an enemy. Long fingernails and greasy lipstick. Heavy perfume. Hard to wash out.

C1 and C2 sensed Q's heartache. The felines shuffled at their papa's feet, turning and circling, until they found peace between Q's leg.

The sound of loud cat purring and the rain falling got broken by another sound.

The rattling of keys in a door made Q checking his watch. 5 am.

He waited. His partner seemed to linger in the door.

Drunk? Wounded?

He sighed and decided to stay in bed.

He waited three days, hoping for his safety. No sleep. Keeping alive by too much tea and burned toast. Now he felt pouty and annoyed. Irritated.

He closed his eyes and listened.

Somebody in the corridor was clumsy. Slowly walking. Maybe trying to be silent? Eventually he heard the living room door. His partner had chosen the couch.

*

Q woke up to the smell of tea and toast. The bed room now in full light, he turned around im bed.

The door was open, the cats freed and miauing in the flat.

Q fished his glasses from the bedside cabinet, and grabbed his robe, making his way slowly into the kitchen. Not sure what he want to see. What to say.

James stood at the table, buttering some toast, while muttering to C1, who sat on the table. What was verboten - and C1 knew it! C2 sat to James feet, watching him.

Eventually both felines became aware of Q, meowing a loud greet.

James turned around.

His eyes piercing as always, Q felt at once hypnotized. Heart skipped. A sob escaped his throat.

The cruel, lush mouth forming a smirk, James started: “Hey Da-”

Two second later Q hung at him, pressing his face in the crock of Bond's neck, crying shameless.

Strong arms holding him, the smell of James's fresh showered body making him dizzy.

“I know. I know.”, James mumbled softly in his ear. His fingers caressing gentle through Q's hair. “I missed you too.”

[lunarmoonanons]

Morning with Cats

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Sequel to Cat Magnetism. 

Quirk: Cat Magnetism

YN’s quirk is the strange attraction that brings cats to her automatically. Like a magnet effect that makes cats drawn to her. This quirk can’t be turned off by YN. It has a radius of 15 meters. No matter where YN is, the cats will find their way to be around her or on her, even if the doors and windows are locked.

YN cannot control the cats or command them. But they do feel affection for her.

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Masterlist 

Another morning and YN felt the same fluffy paws batting at her face. With a smile she opened her eyes to a cat staring her down, she once again looked around the new room she was in and found several cats in various positions. But the one thing that caught her eye was the arm that was draped over her waist. She had spent the night at Shouta’s and was happy watching his sleeping figure. Deciding to test her confidence she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead. He smiled and opened his eyes.

“Good morning.” He whispered and gave her a kiss to her lips. But their embrace was cut short by one of the cats jumping on the bed and in between them.

“It appears I am being requested to feed the cats. It’s a good thing I always keep a couple cans on my bags or we’d be met with angry kitties.” YN cooed and scratched behind the bobtail’s ears.

“Can I help or do you prefer to do it by yourself?” Shouta asked and placed a couple kisses to the nape of her neck.

“You just want to play with the cats in kitchen.” YN teased and turned back to placed a few sweet pecks to his lips.

“Maybe I do.” Shouta teased back.

The two almost got lost in each other for a moment before the insistent meows of the cats brought them back. YN smiled and picked up a large fluffy cat carrying them to the kitchen as Shouta held the bobtail close in his arms. YN smiled back at the clowder of cats followed both of them to the kitchen. Some chose to sit around the hallways and living room. YN started to open some cans of food when they both heard a small yelp and muffled sound of falling from the living room.

“I think the cats got Eri.” YN said, stepping out to find Eri on the ground with several cats either sitting on her or around her. Eri’s little kitten, sniper, mewling at them and YN for something.

“Did you get trapped Eri?” Shouta asked, trying to contain his laughter at the sight.

“The cats attacked me.” Eri said, her voice muffled by the fur of a fluffy white cat’s tail.

Shouta chuckled and picked her up, carrying the little girl to the kitchen for some breakfast. He started making that while YN finished leaving out food for the cats who insisted on rubbing her legs to beg for some of that sweet canned food. When she was done YN went over to her boyfriend and kissed his stubbly cheek.

“Are you gonna ask her?” Eri asked from over her eggs.

“Ask me what?” YN inquired as she sipped her morning coffee.

“Well I was gonna wait until after our movie date…” Shouta started with a teasing stare to Eri, who giggled at his playful brows. “But now's a good a time as any.”

“Oh please tell, the suspense is killing me.” YN teased.

“I wanted to ask if you’d want to move in with me and Eri. Make it official and all.” Shouta asked.

YN smiled and placed her cup down, making her way over to him and kissing him sweetly. He returned it with equal love, making eri giggle at the two.

“I’d love to live with you.” YN said. She looped her arms around his shoulders and smiled up at him. Shouta returned her smile and pecked her lips. He was happy and content at the moment and for the first time he felt well rested. Eri clapped and stood up to join their hug. The three embraced and spent the morning happy together. It was a good morning.

[kimhargreeves]

Accidents Can Happen (Buddy Daddies, Rei x Reader)

Summary: You live in a shared apartment with Rei and Kazuki.You don't get along most of the time and you get your feelings hurt often, but they finally reveal what their true job is. In a single night your life changes when a girl enters your life claiming you as her mother. (This will be a full book which will be posted on my ao3 account as KAckerman. I'd appreciate the support.)

Reader age is 24

Rei age is 25

Kazuki age is 28

I sighed walking up the stairs and finally arriving at my apartment. Hoping to finally get a bit of rest and continue on my sketchbook. Listen to my favorite soundtrack and have a relaxing rest of the day...I fiddled with the keys and opened the door wide and closed it behind me.

I dropped my bags and stared surprised at how filthy the apartment is. I just cleaned it earlier this morning! That's the last straw.

What the hell?! I angrily let my belongings fall onto the table and I quickly walked over at the figure sitting on the couch.

"How many times have I told you to clean this place up?!" I balled my hands into fists and growled at the man playing videogames and with his headphones on.

"Huh? Did you say something?" He lazily asks turning to glance at me.

"How many times am I going to clean this up, Rei?! I'm not a cleaning lady and less your wife to be cleaning our apartment everyday!" I begin to tell him and grabbed his controller so he would pay attention to me.

"Then don't clean it up.."

I growled again and stepped over the many trash and clothes thrown on the floor and I began to slid the glass door open since I hated the smell of cigarettes. How many can he even smoke?!

I reached down and began to grab onto some of his clothes piling it up next to him and grabbing

"That's it! I'm not giving your controller back until you help me clean up this tim-" i stopped mid sentence when I saw what seemed like fur next to me. A black and white cat.

My eyes brighten when I looked at the cute cat and I forgot about the controller and quickly joined Rei's side and began to pet and hug the cat who lowly meowed and purred against me.

"It's so adorable! Where'd you find it?!" I ask turning to see Rei staring at the cat in my lap.

"Outside in a box."

This isn't the first time Rei has taken in a stray cat. I've taken in stray dogs as well but Kazuki never lets us have pets, i once had to take care of a coworkers pet goldfish and even that I couldn't do because of our roommate.

The three of us have known each other for years, since we've remained friends we decided to live together. Split the bills and live comfortably, well sometimes since living with Rei is impossible and frustrating.

"Aww I do hope we get to keep it this time. He sorta resembles you." I chuckle and saw Rei's eyes darken when he sighed and looked again. "He's so cute." I continue smiling at the cat but it disappeared when the door opened.

"I am home.."

Rei and I turned our heads we saw his eye twitching. "This place is a mess! And you brought a cat home?! How many strays are you going to bring in." He pointed at Rei.

"I've been busy all day and night,l. At least you could've helped with cleaning, (Y/N)." I fumed when Kazuki said that.

"Hey hey! I've been working at the bakery for hours now. No one is responsible for this but Rei."

"Yeah, but we've been through this many times." Kazuki said defeated and began to pick up the place.

I stood up from my spot on the couch and started to walk over to the kitchen and tied my hair and our an apron on preparing to make lunch.

"You better at least throw the trash away, Rei." I warn him and stare at him with an icy glare. Rei turns to glare at me back but says nothing and I silently watched him beginning to rise up from the couch.

"Lazybones."

"Manga obsessed nerd."

"Antisocial freak."

"Otaku."

I felt a pang in my chest when he said that. Rei and I began to call each other out until we passed by me and I continued to cook.

"We've been over this, Rei. You can't take care of yourself and because of our..work..we can't take care of a cat." I heard Kazuki whisper to Rei who was holding a big pile of a trash bag.

I opened the fridge and cursed at myself and Rei. I made dinner for the idiot yesterday since I was working in my room, the lazy man didn't even bother to eat it.

I started cooking as fast as I could and made a decent looking meal. "Enjoy, boys! Cause this'll be the last time I'll cook since somebody didn't eat what I did last night." I accentuate every word and noticed Rei playing with his food.

"It was cold."

"So that's why you didn't eat it?!"

I fought the urge to strangle him from across me. Kazuki was seated between us and trying to not argue.

"Well, I'll gladly eat whatever you cook, (Y/N)." I stared at him and got annoyed by him again.

"You say that to every woman you meet, you womanizer."

Kazuki hung his head low and continued to eat. "At least you didn't make this too spicy."

"I hate spicy food."

Kazuki and I go way back as well. We met each other in highschool too and I used to crossdress as a boy. Kazuki was blind to realize I was truly a girl, the moment he found out about he got all giddy and tried to confess his love for me. I've rejected him ever since, since I don't like men who sleep with random girls every now and then.

"(Y/N), has always been one of those weird otaku people. Always obsessing over the newest thing."

"Your life isn't better at all." I said placing my bowl down and glaring at him.

"Remember when she ordered a cardboard sized, of that weird character.." he said trying to remember the name and Kazuki also hummed trying to remember it.

I blushed and defended my dignity. "He's not weird at all. He's humanity's strongest soldier and he's my husbando!"

"You'll get nowhere with being so weird. You claim to be a mangaka, go to work, but you haven't published a single thing for months. You say you go to your room for inspiration but have never presented us with a single panel."

"Whoa chill, (Y/N)." Kazuki calmly said staring at me when I gripped onto the table tightly. I stood up and left my plate, "I lost me appetite. The cast must leave." I say broken hearted that the furry little kitten must leave.

"(Y/N)!" Kazuki tried to stop me from leaving but I grabbed my belongs and headed outside the apartment and shut the door loudly on my way out.

I breathed in and out and stopped to hear Kazuki  saying a few things to Rei. I hummed sadly to myself and began to walk away to try and distract myself.

***************

I've been feeling really upset since Rei said those hurtful words. Truth be told, I kinda got fired from my job since I was past my deadline and my boss treated me like crap sometimes, my coworkers were great though. They always encouraged me, but unlike them I haven't found any inspiration for my manga.

I stayed hidden and saw Kazuki walk past me and I heard a small meow. I frowned and stepped out and saw the frail cat left in a box. "Damn you Kazuki." I forced a smile on my face and I grabbed the kitten. "I'll find you a nice home, don't you worry."

I grabbed the kitten that was wrapped in Kazuki's scarf and I held the cat against my chest. I knew exactly where to give this cat a proper and loving home. My once coworker, Ami has a young daughter, they recently mourned their cats passing and have been looking to give one a new home.

Without hesitation I rang their doorbell and net up with Ami, she saw the cat against me and called her daughter out. She is an extremely adorable little girl, I remember wishing fo a little sister when I was younger...

Both Ami, her daughter and husband were delighted to welcome their new family member. I didn't stick for long since I wanted them to get to know the kitten.

At least I did a good deed.

***************

It was late at night and I refused to go to my apartment. In fact, I was searching to see if I could afford a small one for myself. I was ready to check another place when my phone rang and I saw the name displayed on the screen.

'Kazuki :D'

I picked it up wanting to know what he wanted, or if he needed a shoulder to cry one cause another girl ditched him. I was met with the opposite.

"You guys need me to what?!" I ask through the phone and heard Kazuki pull the phone away. I heard him lightly chuckle and continued to apologize to me.

"Sorry, Rei and I never got the chance to fully explain it to you. But we're a spy and assassin. I know this is urgent, I know your exact location a friend of mine has a dress for you and a fake identification, with that you'll be able to access the Christmas party being held by a dangerous man."

I hiss through the phone and continued to talk with Kazuki while I made my way over to his friend whom handed me what Kazuki said he sent for me.

"You're extremely dumb to get her into all of this mess." I could hear Rei nearby and Kazuki quickly shushing him.

Kazuki sighed through the other line. "Get to the building we'll be right behind you." I ended the call and hurriedly got into the dress Lazuli chose for me and I felt my eye twitching when I noticed it was a bit revealing for my taste.

Whatever. I'll head into the building, what could go wrong?

I entered the building and showed my id and invite to the guards up front. They looked at the papers in my hand and then back at me.

"What?... don't I look anything like my picture?!" I snapped. The men lowly said something under their breath, "Oh, and the misses is waiting for her cake." I told them once the door to the elevator shut itself.

As soon as it opened I continued to walk ahead and two men opened their doors and I looked around to see many people dressed all fancy like. This is out of my league. Okay, (Y/N), imagine you're someone else like those cosplays you do.

"Miss, would you like a a drink?" I heard someone ask.

I held my hand up and blushed trying to play it off like I'm a shy kind of woman getting flustered by the 'handsome' men in the room.

"I would love nothing more." I smile seductively and held the glass of champagne in my hand. As soon as the man left I tossed the champagne near a plant and I folded my hands over my chest, feeling self conscious over myself being surrounded by these types of people and this stupid dress.

When are the idiots going to show up?!

I hummed at myself and caught sight of a man with light brown hair drinking away and stepping up to talk at the microphone.

***************

The doors were kicked open and gunshots began to fire at Kazuki and Rei. Kazuki was dressed as Santa Claus and Rei was dressed in a suit with his hair ties up. The room was filled with screams and people running to safety.

I was backed up against the wall by a man and felt him pointing a gun at my head when he grabbed me tight, holding me as a hostage. Oh, shit this is real. And here I thought Kazuki was playing with me.

I began to shake in my spot and glanced to tm aide to see the black weapon against the side of my face.

"(Y/N)! You idiot! I swear if you do something to my friend I'll-" Kazuki began to threaten the man who continued to hold me tight. I glanced over and noticed Kazuki and Rei were hidden.

"Everything's gonna be alright, (Y/N)." Rei mouthed to me.

The feeling of him saying that made me feel less afraid. I nodded my head slowly and right before the man could pull me further into the room, a bunch of guys appeared with more guns aiming aimlessly.

"Idiot! How dare you use me as a human shield?!" I angrily headbutted the guy with the back of my head, hitting his face and nose. The man cried out and and loosened his grip on me.

Now's my chance! I stepped forward and began to run straight ahead. A single bullet almost penetrated my skin, but a bit of damage was done when I felt my shoulder bleed a bit. The action made me begin to trip but right before I would hit the floor I was caught and held close against Rei.

I looked at at him and blushed when I realized how close our faces were. Ahh why am I just realizing how handsome he looks?!

Rei held me close to him when more gun shots began to ring. I closed my eyes and noticed Kazuki run to my side but with a tray full of desserts. "Don't worry, {Y/N)." He seemed determined when he said that.

"See that kid over there?"

I nodded when I glanced and saw that weird creep from earlier holding an innocent girl hostage. "What kind of a man would hold a kid against her will?!" I angrily asked myself, seeing the girl not knowing what was going on.

"Miri mustn't get hurt." Kazuki said glaring at the man holding her.

"I've got a clear shot through the kid." Rei said making Kazuki and I shout at him to not shoot.

"I'll distract the men and when I give you the signal I want you to grab her."

"Where is the kids parents anyway?! Where's her mom?" I continued to ask questions.

I noticed Kazuki shifting his eyes. "She doesn't remember what her mother looks like. She's around 4 years old I think." He muttered.

"These people are ruining my party!!" I heard a woman shout through out the crowd.

Kazuki knelt down grabbing onto the desserts. "Miri! I found your papa and mama!"

"Where?!" The girl exclaimed with her eyes shining bright despite the gun pressed to her.

Kazuki dressed as Santa got into position and threw the tray of desserts up at the air. I watched Kazuki grab the tray and telling me to follow him as the tray somehow protected us from the gunshots.

Rei hurried and began to shoot the men down easily. "That's your mama!" Kazuki shouted grabbing my shoulders and making sure the girl would look at me.

"What?!" I shouted looking extremely confused.

"Mama!!"

A bullet went to the man's knee who was holding the little girl. The girl jumped off of him and through her arms up for me to grab. Ahh she's gonna fall!!

I ran faster and reached my hands out to grab her. "Mama!" The girl exclaimed and smiled wide when I grabbed her. Her face resting against my cheek when I felt her gripping onto me tightly.

I held onto her and held the back of her head when I heard a loud gunshot and I glanced back to see the man that was holding her, fall to the ground with a bullet in his head.

Rei cleanly shot him. They seemed unfazed by all of this blood. I seemed to be the only one confused and concerned by all of this, not even the little girl known as Miri seemed unfazed.

"Are you really my mama?!" I stared down at her and didn't know exactly what to answer her. I stared down at her with my eyebrows furrowed together.

Her eyes were shining so bright, her smile could cure cancer and she seemed just so damn adorable!!

Miri still in my arms turned to look at Rei and Kazuki who were standing next to each other. "Ah! And are you my papa?!" Miri asked and I noticed her directly looking at Rei.

I blushed furiously and felt like dying right then and there. Rei seemed unbothered by it but quickly looked away when we met eyes. I shifted my eyes away as well and saw Kazuki smile to himself.

"Sure..Miri." Kazuki said patting the girls head.

"What the hell happened here?" I asked wanting a proper explanation.

"Ugh.." Kazuki turned to Rei but we noticed he was long gone. Typical...

"I'll explain it to you on the way out." Kazuki and I along with Miri quickly ran out of the building and made it back safe.

*************

Last night seemed like a strange dream. Only that it was a dream, everything was real. Rei and Kazuki apparently are assassin's and very professional at it. No wonder they could afford this big ass apartment.

By the end I decided to not leave since these two won't know what to do with a kid. The kid needs a mother figure. Last night Miri quickly fell asleep in my lap with her mouth wide open and drool running down the side of her face.

The three of us were inside of a car and Kazuki seemed happy at the girl. Rei seemed extremely unsure about all of this but didn't comment anything on the topic.

It was the next day and Miri was playing with a few toys I got for her, meanwhile she was busy I stepped outside the living room and noticed the place was different.

I squealed and fangirled when I finally saw the place spotless. "Ahh I can't believe you cleaned this place up."

I cheer Rei who has his back to me and seems uncomfortable at my sudden change in attitude towards him. He muttered something to himself but I saw his tired eyes glancing back at me and Miri who continued to talk to herself and play with toys.

I've only had Miri for a day and I would do anything for that little girl. I've never been a person who adores kids, but she is the cutest one I've seen. Truth me told, I've hidden front eh boys that my dream was to some day have a kid of my own and marry.

Hmm Miri is so cute!!

I smile to myself and blush furiously looking at Miri as I pressed my hands together and fangirled.

"I can't believe we have a daughter together!!"

"Idiot. she's not ours biologically!" Rei snaps.

Kazuki entered the room rubbing his eyes and smiled at us. "Hey hey. It's early in the morning and both of you are fighting like an old married couple."

"Papa look at this!" Miri said wanting Kazuki's attention to herself. The little girl began to call me her mama, and would call both Rei and Kazuki her papa.

"You didn't let me have a cat, but your brought a kid." Rei said glaring at the blonde.

"Don't worry. I found that kitten a nice loving home." I blush looking up at Rei and reaching out to hug his arm, but he tried pushing me off of him and didn't know exactly what else to do.

We heard Miri cheer and run over to hug our legs. "Mama and Papa are hugging. I want a hug too!"

Kazuki reached down and held Miri in his arms. "I'll give you as many hugs as you'd like." Miri cutely giggled and smiled.

Only time will tell how this weird new dysfunctional family will end.

[wine-cooper]

Lore week day 4:I didn’t understand it then, but thank you, dad.

(Cooper frank age:11)

I looked at the pink dress on my bed. Pink wasn’t as bad as white, but I still didn’t like it. Hey, it’s better than that awful shade I used to like. White. But now they compare whiteness to purity. People who wear black or have black features are awful. And they murder people. And stab them in the stomach after going insane. The cat, Vinum, meowed at the door, and I opened it to let him in.

"Hi, baby," I said, making sure to close the door before saying it. They didn’t like when I babied him. They said they got him the same day they signed my adoption papers. Vinum, or Vinny, meowed and pawed at my ankles until I picked him up. He licked my face, and I shoved his little head away. He purred, touching my hand. I giggled a bit, and then I heard that awful pig voice.

"Mary, honey, you need to hurry up. Uncle Dave will be here, and you need to look pretty." I nodded, though she couldn’t see it. Ooo, shiny. I shook my head. She couldn’t see through the door. If she could, that would be worse. Oh, what’s that on the floor? I shook my head again before yelling back, “YES, MOMMY!”

I hated that word. If I could hate anything, it would be that word. Who is she to think she’s my mom? She’s not. And she waved Penelope’s and the other four people's deaths off as a freak accident. I called her scum. What’s the word again? Whatever. I will find out one day. I finished tying the annoying little bow. Ugh, I hate Uncle Dave. He’s so touchy, and it makes me uncomfortable. She, Lilly, turns it away because he’s her brother. What he is is weird. Penelope told me that it was not right for a man to love a child.

I gazed at myself in the full-length mirror. My weirdly red hair finally reached my ears. I had eye bags—heavy ones at that—but they were mostly covered up by the mountains of makeup Lilly put on me. I swear my skin tone had lightened with the fact she put makeup on my arms and legs to lighten it. And I swear, what was she on? Because fox spears? What? Why would you dress an 11-year-old in makeup and a dress that all too well fits her young form and reaches way too far? 

THIS DRESS HIT HER CALVES. HER CALVES. Yeah, she’s 11, but her calves? She’s pretty sure it drags on the ground.

Vinny rubs against her legs, bringing her back to the living world, and she hears Lilly yell again, “UNCLE DAVE IS HERE!” She yelled. Oh, wait. He’s here. She opened the door to leave, and Vinny followed her like a duckling. 

As she enters the kitchen from the hallway, she spots him. Old. Smelly. Crinkly. Uncle Dave. Fat as well, but shhhh, everyone’s “equal” to us. Well, to her, probably not them, but... She smiles innocently at him.

“Hi, Uncle Davey.” Someone killed her. He smiled so creepily at her. Lilly set a bowl of grapes in front of him, and he popped one in his mouth, chewing. He turned back to her.

“So, little mouse, what has been going on with you?” He asked, acting like he wasn’t staring at her. It made her want to crawl out of her skin. He popped another grape in his mouth. 

She didn’t see his jaw move. I must have decided it was small enough to just swallow. But she was wrong. His face started to turn blue, and he started to choke. Lilly rushed back into the room and patted his back frantically.

“Dave, what’s happened?” She turned back to me and asked the same question.

“What happened?” I looked up at her and spoke.

The sirens were loud, to say the least. They blared in her ears. He was already too far gone by the time the ambulances got there. Her adoptive parents were crying, and they let her go back to her room. She later lay on the bed, and Vinny lay beside her.

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[the-lonely-only-child]

My cat and I have this really sweet nighttime routine where he is happy and snuggly right up until I actually am in bed and then he proceeds to bite me as hard as he can with zero provocation, forcing me to get up and carry him to the living room and shut my door, then lay back down and listen to him meow innocently until I have decided enough time has passed and then I open the door to let him in again and he is so excited to see me and friendly and mrrps and we get back into bed where he instantly attacks me again and we start the process over for a couple more times before I finally shield myself with the blanket enough and he actually curls up with me and goes to sleep