#i really feel like our cat might not be with us much longer

[mugenloopdalove]

Is anyone up

[genekies]

tag vent

[nawoken]

   Yes, because I got bullied by both of the games I played so... I'm here to rambling some stuff that has been stuck inside my head since forever.

How about... Reader with cute aggression, especially for those small, fluffy creatures, like... cats! (Ơ w Ơ).

You can't help squeezing, kissing, and biting (lightly) those cuties. Yes, you have Grim, but he won't let you pet him since you're too much, his words.

And TWST boys that by some accident, maybe from alchemy class or their clumsiness. They, unfortunately, have turned into those mischievous creatures.

   You don't know that. You just walking around, minding your own business or headmage supposed to be business. Then, you saw it, a cat with the fluffiest fur and cutest eyes you've ever seen run by. And you know, you've fallen in love :)))

   TWST boys, now in cat body don't know that they're in danger, roaming around freely with the hope that someone they know will realize and help them.

   Oh, is that our calm and kind prefect? Surely, they can help our poor boy, right? No! They're deadly WRONG!!!

   The next thing our boy knows after approaching prefect is that he's trapped in your embrace, being kissed, squeezed, and petted while you compliment him on how smooth and healthy his fur looks.

   Damn it, prefect! He is not an actual cat, can’t you see it?! The answer is… No, you can’t. You’re busy admiring his cuteness.

   He is struggling, embarrassed by your doing. Some of them might feel ashamed since it feels like he is taking advantage of you… or the other way around, some just aren’t used to being pampered. But, the worst thing is… prefect, please don’t rub your face on his stomach! Mmraooo!!! :’)))))

   After a while, you finally stop, he sighs out of relief, … but why do you look at him like that? D..do you finally realize that he is not a cat?

   You stared at the poor creature in your hand, thinking. And, this made him concerned, what are you planning to do?

   Before he can do anything, you chomp on his face, more specifically, his muzzle … Yes, you do it without your teeth. But... YOU BITE HIM!!! ON HIS FACE!!! C...CAN THIS COUNT AS A KISS?!

He is panicked and stunned while you're in heaven. This might be the sweetest cat you've ever seen, he doesn't even bite or scratch you when you do all this to him.

Suddenly, pink smoke emitted from the cat, and with a "pop" sound, it turned into a human. Not to mention, you know him. Is it a good or bad thing? You don't know, the only thing you know is... you're DOOM!

You should know that this is a magical world, so you can't just hug any stray cat on the street, it can be anyone, not to say this is your crush. But you got tricked! By those sparkling eyes! And those fluffy ears! And now you can die from embarrassment.

Now, you're the one who panics while he just stands there, not knowing what to do or to say. The cure for this potion, it's a true love kiss. (Another version of the "The Princess and the Frog" potion but instead of a kiss from the princess, it's a true love kiss, why not? :))))

You two end up looking at each other for a whole minute before he decides to speak up but are cut off by you. "Please, just forget everything, this is so messed up of me, I promise I will try to make it up to you somehow, but please just erase that shameful thing I have done from your mind!" (QAQ)

Then you ran off, left him there with bewildered expression.

~~~~♡♡♡~~~

That's longer than I expected :'D

But, yeah, this has been stuck inside my head for too long, finally it can appear under the sunlight...

You know, I want to make a request for that idea. I've followed so many good TWST writers. But, well I'm shy and don't really sure how to, so I just keep it in.

The idea for this post is... I have a cat, she's been suffering from my cute aggression. Ehe, poor her, but she never bites me when I'm chomping on her muzzle. So sweet of her.

But yeah, I can't stop laughing when I think about TWST boy turning into a cat and being chomped on. That must be terrifying for him, but they still tried their best to not scratch you, their dear prefect. Except: Riddle, it's just his reflection, and he feels regret right after. And maybe Leona? Or, he just shows his claw to threaten you but doesn't actually do it.

Nom nom :3

MY ANGEL!!!

[thewriterwithnoplan]

Ferrari's Fairytale (1/3)

Summary: World Championships are the most important part of any Formula One team's history. Except perhaps, Ferrari's. Known for their rabid fans, filthy-rich investors, and pretty boy drivers it shouldn't be a surprise that the team has brought together Soulmates from across the globe. And fate, it seems, is working awfully hard to put all the pieces into place for Ferrari's perfect fairytale - one that's been in the works for decades now.

[Part 1 of Pretty Girls and Ferrari Boys]

Soulmate AU: Soulmates share injuries and pain.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (Eventual)

Word Count: 1650

Warnings: Swearing, no Charles in this first part sorry it's his epic love story and those take time ;)

Masterlist

There was something wrong with your soulmate.

Really there had been something wrong with them since you were eight years old. But right now, there was something particularly wrong with them.

“Just some bruising over the ribcage, but no actual damage internally.” The medic presses a latex covered hand gently against your ribs.

“They feel broken.” You suck in a pained breath and glare over her shoulder, at the little framed picture of her cat, Terror, on her desk. “You’re sure I’m not about to sneeze and puncture a lung?”

“Funny.” Though the look she gives you as she pulls off her gloves is less than amused. “Which one of us went to medical school again?”

“My best friend. You might know her. She’s stunning, generous, gives me free check-ups, did I say stunning? Goes by Sunny.”

“It’s Doctor Sunny to you.” She slingshots one of the gloves at you. “But it’s good to know you only keep me around for the free check-ups.”

“My soulmate would bankrupt me without you.”

Sunny taps at her computer, “The fee isn’t that high.”

“Sure,” You shrug. “If you aren’t in here every other week.”

“Have we ruled out hitman as their profession?”

“Since we were eight?”

“I don’t know much about hitmen, maybe they start them young.”

You lower yourself carefully from the observation table and move stiffly toward her desk. “Give it to me straight Doc. How much longer have I got?”

“I’m afraid you’ll live, ma’am.” Sunny doesn’t even look up. “A tragedy for all, I know. I can give you a moment if you need time to process– Ow! Bitch.”

She rubs at her shoulder and huffs.

“I’m going to have to log that in the database, you know.” She says.

“Good, maybe we can both find our soulmates and be done with it all.”

“Real romantic, dude.”

“Your soulmate hasn’t been terrorising you since you were a kid.”

“I had my fair share of scraped knees,” Sunny wrinkles her nose when you stick your tongue out. “You do know it won’t stop after the two of you meet, right? That’s a schoolyard myth.”

“After the talking to I’m going to give him, you bet your perky ass it’s going to stop.”

“That’s the second instance of workplace harassment I’ve coped from you in the last minute.”

“Fine. Your ass is not perky.”

“Mature.” She hums, “What time did you say the pain started?”

“Ten-thirty-ish?”

“All good then.” Sunny makes a few more clicks before powering down her computer. “Your chest and my arm, all nice and logged.”

“You know, sometimes I think you became a Match Medic specifically so you could put every little thing into the database to make it easier to find your soulmate.”

“Perks of the job.” She scoops up her handbag. “Come on, let’s bounce before the front desk starts scheduling over my lunch break.”

“You remember how I said you were stunning and generous and stunning?”

“I’m not buying you lunch.”

“Could this week get any worse?” You throw your head back dramatically.

Sunny cracks a smile at your antics, “Only a few more hours and we’re free for the weekend.”

“Are we still on for pamper-night tonight?”

“Always. Mine or yours?”

You end up spending the night in Sunny’s apartment, covered in different rejuvenating oils and masks until you look like low-budget horror movie villains. In your fluffy robes with The Princess Bride on in the background Sunny tries to teach you how to make Hainanese Chicken the way her mother did. Terror cries at your feet when you tell him he can’t have raw chicken. Sunny pops a bottle of cheap champagne that makes you both grimace and promise one another that you would find an excuse to get a nicer bottle soon. You take turns washing the excess from the face, foot, and hair masks off. Then curl up together on the couch, sipping broth, digging into rice and slathering chicken in Sunny’s family’s super-secret chilli sauce. You both fall asleep at a very respectable eleven o’clock.

So, it’s fucking strange when you wake up feeling like you had spent the night inside a paint mixer.

“Are you okay?” Sunny frowns as she stands over a pan of eggs. “You look ill.”

You squint over your coffee cup, “Soulmate is playing up.”

She plates the eggs next to a small stack of bacon before turning to put a hand to your forehead. “They shouldn’t be making you feel sick, illness doesn’t transfer like that. Are you sure it’s coming from them? Could you just be hung over?”

“It’s definitely him, third weekend in a row, like clockwork.” You take your plate gratefully, “It’s like I always tell you. It’s not nausea. It’s more like…”

“Impossible to explain for you and every medical practitioner you’ve ever seen?”

You groan, “It’s like my brain spent the night trying to escape my skull and the muscles in my neck were in on it.”

“It’s not unheard of for soulmates to feel the repercussions of an intense work out. There was this study from four years ago on high performance athletes and their partners that–”

You groan again, “Oh god and now there’s a nerd in my ear!”  

She tosses a gelatinous bit of egg onto your plate. It lands with a splat that makes you fake gag. “Oh, grow up.”

“You should be nice to me,” You lament, “I’m wounded!”

“Your soulmate is wounded.”

“And I’m sure their best friend is taking very good care of them!”

She pulls a face at you but still takes your plate to the dishwasher for you. As she’s rinsing them, she asks, “What’s on for the rest of your weekend?”

“I got a call from my parents on Thursday and guess what?” You sipped at the cold dregs of your coffee, “The dentist finally figured out which one of them the toothache is coming from!”

“That’s great,” Sunny’s smile was genuine. “They’re going in to get it fixed?”

“Tomorrow morning, both going under local anaesthesia.”

You hip checked her lightly out of the way to rinse both your cups. “You want another coffee?”

Sunny propped herself up on the counter, “My caffeine addiction is rubbing off on you I fear.”

“Listen, we have to get through the day somehow.” You coaxed the machine back to life before leaning against the counter to look at Sunny. “Anyway, my parents were supposed to go to this race tomorrow. Dad is particularly devastated and has practically ordered me to represent the family ‘at our home race.’ It’s been tradition for him and mum since they got married. It’s kind of a big deal for him. The man is obsessive.”

“My parents had something similar to say about our family legacy and studying medicine.”

“Speaking of… You remember all the times I sat up with you studying, or brought you food when you forgot to eat, or ran errands for you, or made sure you took breaks, or–”

“Fine, I get it, I’ll go to the stupid race.”

“Oh, how kind of you to offer.” You passed her one of the cups. “It won’t be that bad. Motorsports are supposed to be fun live, right?”

Sunny snorted, “Thank God. Motorsports? I thought you meant like a horse race or a marathon. I was getting war-flashbacks to track-and-field.”

You put a hand to your heart, “You were willing to relive cross country for me?”

“I was willing to ogle fit, sweaty men for you, definitely.”

“Alright, first of all – fuck you. But also same,” You clinked mugs and nodded solemnly at one another, “Maybe we can find some fit, sweaty drivers to ogle instead.”

Sunny hummed, “What do I wear? Is it like sprint cars or more like V8s – ooh is it an illegal drag race?”

“Girl, no.” You swatted at her thigh, “It’s Formula 1, which is perfectly legal and safe and much faster than any of those options.”

“Alright, Miss Daddy’s-Girl, go off.”

“Shut up, I’ve had to hear him go on and on about it my whole life.” You pulled a face at your coffee. “The man has had a hard-on for Ferrari since before he met my mother, and then he met her in the Ferrari hospitality at an F1 race, and he’s fucking worshipped them ever since.”

“Oh my god, why am I only just hearing about this?” She grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks and cooing. “You’re a little Ferrari baby.”

You blew a rather unladylike raspberry at her and knocked her hand away, “Because it’s embarrassing! Dad was only there because he and his friend won tickets. So, when Ferrari marketing caught wind that soulmates had met in their pavilion, they practically fell over themselves.”

“Holy shit!” Sunny practically howled in delight, “Is that where all those baby pictures of you in little Ferrari onesies came from?”

“Ferrari’s own little fairytale, Mr-won-his-way-in and Miss-heir-to-a-real-estate-monopoly. It's like Romeo and Juliet; if Romeo and Juliet survived, had a kid and decided to make it the poster child of their love story.”

“Don’t sound so disgusted, that’s cute as fuck.” Sunny snatches up your empty cup and stacks it next to hers in the dishwasher.

You frown, “Not everything has to be a love story.”

“I don’t know, girl, I’m pretty sure you just asked me to play out your parents first meeting with you tomorrow.” She winks at you over her shoulder as she heads toward her room.

“Oh, fuck off, Sunny.”

“I think this calls for new outfits!” She emerges from her room, towel over one shoulder. “What was your Mum wearing when she met your dad?”

“We are not reenacting my parents meet-cute.”

“Who knows, maybe you’ll have your own meet-cute with a certain pain-prone soulmate, hm?” In the moment it takes you to reorientate yourself after her comment, she’s breezing past you with a bright, “I’m having first shower!”

You squark in indignation. Like hell, you’ll let either of those things happen to you this weekend.

(Part 2 : Ferrari's Prince - 03.05.24)

[obliviouskara]

wouldn’t it be beautiful if there was a fic where kara would lose her memory and instead of being the number 1 lena luthor defender who has devoted her existence in making sure everyone knows lena is a good person kara would become the very same people she used to defend lena over. kara's judgment on lena would be base on her last name and nothing else. because she would forget seeing lena testify against her own brother during the trial all she would know of lena is that shares the same last name with the man that repeatedly tried to kill her cousin. the whole time this is happening, lena is still very much mad at supergirl or kara about the whole lying thing so mad that she might have been one of the reason why kara lost her memory however now with kara having no memory of her she feels like its pointless to be mad at someone who doesn’t even remember lying to you, who doesn’t even know who she is. so she puts her anger on a shelf and offers to help alex out. she doesn’t understand why she feels the need to help supergirl, her lying manipulative two faced ex-bestfriend but she does anyway. of course she does because she's lena luthor and she doesn't have to explain herself to anyone. she convinces herself that its because alex is asking for help. because its the right thing to do (not that she'd really cared about what's right or wrong every since their fallout with supergirl) but still. alex of all people is asking her for help which means its bad bad. alex who feels helpless and hopeless because kara is back to her old insecure self. she doesn’t even remember being supergirl and because she doesn’t remember saving alex from the plane kara doesn’t feel the need to become supergirl. she has no memory of being a superhero and she's very much content of being cat grant's assistant and nothing more. everything is overwhelming for her. alex just wants her sister to be okay. lena just wants to back at being mad again. sam is just in here for the ride and is very amused about the whole situation. its a mess and now alex is asking for lena's help because she has wasted countless deo resources but nothing is helping. Not that Kara is being any much of help because Kara feels overwhelmed and Kara just wants things to go back to how she remembers it. She doesn't want to accept the changes alex keeps on telling her and alex knows if there is one person that could bring kara's memory back — bring her sister back that would be lena.

but the thing is, kara doesn't like the idea of being close to a luthor. she doesn't even understand why out of all people alex would trust with their situation, it had to be lena luthor. now every time alex would bring lena up, she feels like she has to defend lena nonestop from kara's relentless accusations. talk about major irony. Kara has been nothing but:

"Why are you trusting her?! She's a Luthor?! What makes her so special??"

"They're evil, right? What if this is all some plot she has to kill me?!"

This feels like a huge slap in the face for alex but she carries on, exhausted she explains:

"Yes, majority of the luthors are still bad but she isn't"

"I dont know why she's different, okay? She just is"

this was so much easier when alex was doing all the accusing but she pushes forward

"We trust her. Yes, I trust her. You trusted her too, yknow?"

"Yes, I dont always trust your judgement but she's a good person. How do I know that? I don't know!! Will you just let her prick you with a kryptonite needle so we can go on with our lives!?!"

"why does she have kryptonite? she made it— its not that bad, i promise! she’s just super smart! stop floating away and come back here!”

what a mess would that be kara doesn’t even want to touch lena with a 10 foot pole. its very to hard catch an alien when she super speeds every chance she gets whenever she feels lena is close by. its frustrating and its taking longer than it should have. everyone feels like they're wasting time and should just accept this as how it is. the entire national city is looking for supergirl. she's been missing for months now. all while lena, lena takes it all in like a champ but deep down lena luthor is still mad. scorching hot mad. how dare kara forget every pain she has caused lena and is now actively avoiding her?! how dare this superhero just ups and leaves and stop being a superhero?! how dare her give up when lena hasn't even decided on her revenge for the years of deceit. its so unfair. its not suppose to hurt. she should be happy that kara doesn't remember her at all. this was what she wanted with myriad. a clean slate but why does it make her heart ache everytime kara tells her she's a luthor with so much distain. this was what she wanted, right? this would have made it easier for her to forget having feelings for her bestfriend but why does lena find herself trying to recreate every lunch date she has with kara danvers? so much so she brings her her favorite food whenever they stay in the same room. offers her snacks she knows she cant resist. kara doesn't understand why lena is being so nice. she still doesn't trust her but it makes her curious why lena's heart always beats differently whenever she's around. why lena looks at her the way she does. as if kara has stolen a piece of her heart. and kara doesnt understand whenever she eats her favorite food, all she thinks of is lena's shy smile whenever she accepts her takeout. whenever kara lets her touch her to examine her and its just a mess can someone please just...

[thesirencult]

PAC : 2024. HOW WILL IT TRANSFORM YOU ?

This time of the year our spiritual senses are heightened. Possibilities, the past and the future, for a few nanoseconds we are in the in between. Throughout 2024 we will all be transformed. In this reading I will go over which parts of your psyche will be touched by the year that holds the meaning of number 8, transformative and abundant.

"New Year" readings ar available for 25€. If you are interested just shoot me a private message.

Hope you enjoy this general reading and may your soul find the guidance it has a thirst for... S

PILE 1

“The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.”

― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, quote from Women Who Run With the Wolves

Dear Pile 1,

2024 will transform the way you see change . Up until now you may have been resistant to changing certain aspects of your life. This could have something to do with your childhood and the way you, transforming and letting your emotions and intuitive sparks control, got you shamed and alienated.

This year you will learn the power rebranding has. It is never ever too late to change our direction and to let our instincts take the wheel for a change.

You will be transformed and blessed through the need for constant change and movement this next year and your ability to adapt will be sharpened.

At the end of the year, you will no longer see change as something that cause insecurity and fear. You will see it as the catalyst of the process of creating, YOU.

I know that right now you might be scoffing 1. Getting out of your safe zone is not easy for you. You may have prominent cancer on your chart, Saturn touching your moon or a strong moon placement.

Trust the process and let your soul go through the movements and cycles of transformation. Growing pains.

PILE 2

“Asking the proper question is the central action of transformation- in fairy tales, in analysis, and in individuation. The key question causes germination of consciousness. The properly shaped question always emanates from an essential curiosity about what stands behind. Questions are the keys that cause the secret doors of the psyche to swing open.”

― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, quote from Women Who Run With the Wolves

Pile 2, we are all in this together.

I picked this pile too and I want to tell you how this energy makes me feel. Everything is possible, until you ask the question you want to ask and make your choice. Let me break it down for you.

We are in need of a deep self-searching period. For the next few days, until December 31st take your time to ask the right questions. First and foremost ask yourself "What do I really want and need?"

2024 will transform us because it will make us ask questions. Question everything and everyone. Having questions is not bad. Be humble. We don't have to know it all. This makes me feel like we are going to be learning something new this year that will put us in the position of "the student".

This year you will come closer to your inner child because, guess what? Children ask a lot of questions and they are the OG philosophers.

This is how philosophy and science came to be in our world, per Plato and Aristotle. Because humans dared to ask questions.

This year will transform you to your core. Be delusional.

The key theme here : This year will transform the prism through which we look at life. We will realise that it is much better to guide ourselves as a student and look at life as a big wonderful world. Believe in the impossible. Curiosity killed the cat but WISDOM brought it back to life. Take good care fellow Plutonians 🫡.

PILE 3

“When a woman is frozen of feeling, when she can no longer feel herself, when her blood, her passion, no longer reach the extremities of her psyche, when she is desperate; then a fantasy life is far more pleasurable than anything else she can set her sights upon. Her little match lights, because they have no wood to burn, instead burn up the psyche as though it were a big dry log. The psyche begins to play tricks on itself; it lives now in the fantasy fire of all yearning fulfilled. This kind of fantasizing is like a lie: If you tell it often enough, you begin to believe it.”

― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, quote from Women Who Run With the Wolves

This is your fake it till you make it year. Big imposter syndrome vibes will follow you around like a rainy cloud.

"Do I deserve all the good things which are happening for me?", you ask. The question you should be asking yourself is "Should I read Pile 2, too?" 😂. All jokes aside learn to question that voice that says that you don't deserve as seat on the table.

You are a master at setting the table, now it is your time to sit on your lil chair and relax while others bring you the food.

2024 will put you in a position of authority. You hold the wheel now so do what you gotta do and don't blame your little self (are you a Virgo/Scorpio/Capricorn?) for not getting all the way there. Little by little the castle gets built 🏰.

Disclaimer :

Tarot readings are for entertainment purposes only.

Tarot readings are subject to interpretation and should not be taken as absolute. A tarot reading is never 100% accurate. All tarot readings given by me are for entertainment purposes only, and no guarantee can be given as to the accuracy of a reading. A tarot reading does not replace professional medical/legal/business opinion and advice. It will not force you to follow a particular course of action, or attempt to exert any form of control over your free-will and common sense. The contents of a tarot reading are not legally binding. Any decisions made, or actions taken by you as a result of your tarot reading are your sole responsibility and have not been forced upon you, by me, your tarot reader. I assume no legal liability for any damages, losses, or other consequences of any client decisions, subsequent to, or based on, my tarot readings. Please use your own common sense and judgment at all times. Tarot readings are also copyrighted and their creative content belongs to the creator.

As always, you CONTROL your life.

You have FREE WILL.

Freedom comes with RESPONSIBILITY.

Anyone that tells you otherwise doesn't have your best interest in mind.

Lots of love and kisses xoxo ❤️

TheSirenCult

[wands-natsthing]

Snuggle Bug

This story was on my old acct @wandanatsthings I made a new one (aka this one) which will be the acct I use from now on.

Hey, anon I hope this is what you wanted and that you and everyone else enjoy it as well. and remember clinginess is adorable and I love all my snuggle bugs!! Feedback is more than welcomed. New writer

(P.s Im dyslexic i'm trying my best)

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: I really don't think there are any maybe missing someone and clingy reader? It’s just really fluffy!!

Summary: Wanda gets home from a tiring mission to a very snuggly reader who missed her.

Wanda’s Pov

I had just gotten home from a tiring mission that involved a lot of heavy lifting. Everything went fine but I had to pick up a lot of heavy things with my fingers and I know It may seem like nothing but not only does that take a lot out of me physically but mentally as well. All I wanted was to cuddle up with you. I had some making up to do after how early I left you this morning for said mission.

When I walked through the door of our apartment. I saw you lying on the sofa in the living room wearing my favorite burgundy hoodie with white and gray stripes on the sleeves. You also happened to have on my favorite gray sweatpants to match. You loved wearing my clothes, you said it made you feel closer to me which I thought was so utterly precious.

As I approached you I saw our pet cat (Someone should name the cat) jump off your lap to come and greet me. “Hi sweet girl, did you watch over your mama hmm,” I said bending down to pet the fluffy cat that by the looks of it had been given just one too many treats. I heard TV playing so I looked up to see that you were watching my favorite sitcom “The dick van dyke show.” Before we started dating you had no interest in sitcoms and said that they were too “cheesy” but with a lot of convincing, I got you to watch one episode with me and from then on you've been hooked. I might even go as far as to say you liked them more than me. When I walked closer towards you I saw you had dried tears running down your face.

My heart broke at the sight. You had always taken it hard when I had to leave you alone for anything. Whether that be a mission or just to go to the bathroom you hated when I left you by yourself; If you could be with me then you were and to be honest I had no problem with that. Deciding that I was no longer going to make you go through the torture of my skin not being on yours. I reach down and place a hand on your cheek with a soft kiss on your forehead. “Detka…detka love wake up im home.”

That was enough to wake you up. You were never a deep sleeper unless I was sleeping with you, you could sleep almost anything then. It was something about me being close to you that made you feel safe you once said that time I asked. You opened your eyes, squinting a little to adjust to the light.

As soon as you noticed that it was me, you immediately jumped up from your place on the sofa and wrapped your arms around my neck and legs around my waist. “You're home, I missed you!” You exclaimed a smile taking over your face, erasing any evidence of the tears that once took that smile's place. “Yes I am home and I missed you, more sweet girl,” I said while placing my arms under your thighs making sure you wouldn’t fall as I made my way over to sit in the chair that was in the corner by the TV. “How was the mission? Are you hurt or anything?” You asked while checking me over. “No no I'm fine don’t worry love, the mission went well. I'm tired but okay I promise.” I say holding out my pinky finger knowing that pinky promising would be the only way to ease your anxiety.

“What about you hm? How are you, what'd you do while I was gone?” I asked you to bring your head to my chest. “I didn’t do much. Just watched TV, took a nap, and waited for you.” You said looking up at me with your y/e/c eyes through your lashes. “Mm that sounds peaceful, how about we continue that minus the waiting for me of course after lunch? Have you eaten yet?” “No, I haven’t, I was trying to wait for you.” You reply. “Okay let's go have some lunch and then we’ll continue your amazing peaceful day. How does that sound?” I asked, looking down at you in my lap. You nodded up at me. “Sounds good.”

With that, I stand up off the chair with you still in my arms kola style not even thinking about having you let go knowing that would just upset you. It was a task making us lunch with you in my arms but not impossible. We make our way to the dining room table with you holding one plate and me holding the other.

I set you down in your usual seat that is straight across from mine. I picked up my fork ready to dig into the Caesar salads I prepared for lunch when I noticed you were pouting and not even attempting to start eating. “What’s wrong with love?” I asked you with patience in my voice. You look up with the face you do anytime you want something. “Can I sit in your lap and eat please?” I look at you with nothing but love on my face. “Of course, you can love to get over here,” I say while pushing my chair back to make room for you. You clamber in my lap already with your frown turned right side up making it into a smile digging into your lunch. When we finish lunch I get you off my lap so I can put our dishes in the sink to be washed later. I then grab your hand so that we can head upstairs to finish the rest of our day with cuddles.

When we get to our room I head off into the closet so that I can change into something more comfortable. While taking off my shirt, I feel you come up behind me and wrap your arms around my waist. “What are you doing lovely?” I ask, sounding muffled because of the shirt covering my face. “Um, I have an idea.” I hear you sound nervous. “Oh yeah and what’s that?” I ask while taking my shirt off completely. “Do you think we could cuddle naked? I just really wanna feel your skin on mine.” I look down at you and say. “I would love to cuddle naked with you.” We both walk over to the bed while taking off our clothes on the way. When we reach the bed we get under the covers. I bring you into my chest and within minutes you're asleep. I gently kiss your forehead “You will forever be my snuggle bug.” I say then drift off to sleep myself without a thought or worry.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA to refuse tutoring my nephew even though I'm not sure what he did wrong?

So I (24, F) have been tutoring my nephew/the son of my mum's close friend (10, M) for a couple of weeks now. His mum pays me for the hours I spend teaching him and honestly despite the kid being obviously ADHD I don't really mind him getting constantly distracted because it's clear he still understands what I'm explaining to him, so we had a pretty good relationship up until this point as I was way more understanding of him than any other tutors or even his own mother, although I don't really know him THAT well.

During our tutoring sessions my cat, Pudding (14, F) would usually stay in the same room with us. She likes to stay in the same room as other people but usually doesn't let strangers pet her and will go away if bothered too much. Well, Nephew being distractable as he is would often go up to her to pet her as he would answer a question of mine or just as a thing between answering questions. Strangely enough Pudding did let him do that and didn't seem to be THAT bothered by it, so I too ignored it and just let him do it.

Now, here's the issue: A few days ago after we finished our tutoring session for that day I left the room to wash my hands in the kitchen since we were eating snacks during the session. My house's kitchen is literally DIRECTLY next to the room where we have our tutoring sessions so it couldn't have taken longer than 10-15 seconds from me leaving before I heard a cry from Pudding. "Oh, she must've finally gotten annoyed with Nephew's behaviour, I'll tell him to stop bothering her." I thought to myself as I finished washing my hands, yet before I was even able to make it back to the room I heard a second, much louder meow, the kind of meow a cat only makes if they ACTUALLY get hurt. So now, properly concerned, I round the corner into the room and see Nephew sitting right next to where Pudding is still laying, now with her ears flat and looking at him. He must've seen the confusion on my face because the first thing he said was "We were just playing." to which I blurted out that clearly she was not in the mood to play and walked over to check on her. While doing that, I noticed that there was a blanket slightly covering Pudding's hind legs, so I assumed maybe Nephew accidentally put his weight there without realizing she had her paws there. I VERY GENTLY pulled back the blanket and VERY GENTLY touched her legs to see if they were hurt, and then she BIT me and finally ran away. Of course I don't blame her, and in fact that only strengthened my concern because Pudding is a VERY polite cat, if she's bothered by anything she will just leave and if she bites for play it's always very gentle and doesn't leave a mark, this was not that. Afterwards I couldn't get any useful information out of Nephew as to what exactly he did, he just kept saying that he was petting her and she got annoyed which was clearly not true, so I dropped the subject and just sent him home.

Now it's been a few days since that happening and I've checked on Pudding's legs a few times since then. She doesn't respond to me touching them at all and she doesn't limp or anything so either she didn't get injured, or the legs were never the issue in the first place and me touching her was simply the last straw in that already stressful situation for her. Despite that however, I find myself not wanting to have Nephew over for tutoring anymore as I'm afraid that something like this might happen again when I'm literally gone from the room for less than a minute. It really annoys me that I have absolutely no clue what happened while I was gone, I don't even have a way to know if Nephew did whatever he did intentionally or by accident since him saying they were just "playing" could very well be just his honest perception of the situation, or him lying and being vague on purpose because he knows he did something wrong. The reason why I feel like Nephew might be lying about doing bad things on purpose is because Nephew's family has two cats, so I really feel like he should know better already and be more careful. Another point is the fact that this literally happened the INSTANT I was gone from the room, almost as if he was waiting for me to be gone to do something (as far as I recall I haven't ever left him alone with Pudding before this point), though admittedly that could just be unlucky coincidence. Plus, I find it REALLY hard to believe he'd be able to make Pudding cry like that on accident, I've genuinely NEVER heard her make a sound like that, ever, not even at the vet's. On the other hand however I know that he was failing his math class badly before I started tutoring him and I'm almost certain he'd start to fail again if I stopped helping him. Not only that, I'd have to come up with a lie about being too busy to do tutoring or something else since obviously I can't tell his mother "Hey your son might've done something bad but I'm not really sure and don't really have any proof and can't even tell if it was really intentional or not", since I realize how ridiculous that sounds despite still genuinely feeling incredibly uncomfortable about the whole situation.

So with all of that out of the way, would I be the asshole for denying him my tutoring services just because I feel uncomfortable about the idea of him possibly hurting my cat on purpose, even when I don't really have any proof that he did it on purpose or would do it again?

What are these acronyms?

[saphronethaleph]

Outside the Throne Room

RK-T glanced over at GD-S.

“So…” RK began.

“Ssh!” GD replied, sharply. “Keep your mouth shut! You know the boss doesn’t like us to, you know, appear human in any way.”

“Boss isn’t here,” RK replied. “Well, he’s here, but he’s not here here. He’s on the other side of that door.”

“He could come out of that door at any time, you know that,” GD said. “We’re supposed to be silent and intimidating. And red.”

“Dude does like red,” RK mused.

He frowned, behind his mask. “Though… I actually wanted to ask. Why exactly do we exist?”

“What are you getting at, man?” GD replied. “We’re… imperial guards. We guard… the Emperor. Literally our only job. It’s in the description.”

“That’s what I’m getting at,” RK said. “We’re imperial guards, and in there right now with the boss is a Jedi. Like… the first one there’s been in decades.”

“Nah, there’s loads,” GD shrugged. “There were like twenty thousand Jedi, you’d never catch all of them.”

“Still, you get my point, right?” RK asked. “Vader goes in there with a Jedi, and the boss tells us to leave.”

GD shifted slightly, his force pike humming. “He’s the boss,” he pointed out. “His word is law. In fact I think his word is imperial dictat which is even more certain than a law, you know.”

“Not what I’m getting at,” RK replied. “He told us to leave. Literally. That’s the biggest threat possible, a rebel Jedi, and he’s told us to leave. And, what’s more… you’ve got to have thought about this yourself, but the boss is also… the boss. Most of the time he doesn’t need bodyguards… it’s not like he’s going to need us to stop him from being beaten to death by a mob, he could just electrocute them all.”

“That… is true,” GD admitted. “Now you’ve got me wondering why we exist at all. Thanks.”

“Sorry,” RK said. “I thought you’d have an answer.”

“Well, I don’t,” GD said, a bit snippishly.

The two red-clad guards stood in silence for a long moment.

“Maybe I should check on him,” RK suggested, and flicked on his comlink.

Then, a few seconds later, flicked it firmly off again.

“Well?” GD asked.

“Boss told the Jedi to kill him,” RK reported. “Then I heard the sound of a lightsaber and the boss laughing. So… I’m going to assume that any kind of, fighting noises or whatever, are his plan.”

GD sighed.

“It would be so much easier to do our jobs if the boss told us about this sort of thing,” he said.

Another pause resulted, this one longer and more awkward.

“Ever wonder if maybe our purpose is just eye candy?” RK suggested. “Looking good while the boss is doing something?”

“That’s depressing,” GD muttered. “But, yeah, that checks out.”

He looked at his force pike. “It’s not like these weapons are going to be much good for actual bodyguarding…”

“They can do the stun thing,” RK pointed out. “There is that.”

“Yeah, which is short ranged and really awkward,” GD answered. “I think I’m coming around to your point of view. If we were supposed to be proper bodyguards we’d have blasters.”

Silence returned, curling around and around like a cat preparing to settle in for a nice nap.

“...seen any good movies lately?” RK asked, eventually.

“This is doing great at maintaining the mystique,” GD groused.

“Do you see anyone to care?” RK replied. “Myself I actually thought the latest Starflare holodrama was good.”

“Isn’t her husband Baron Fel?” GD said, then shook his head. “Great, turns out my weakness is gossip.”

“If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll check in on the boss again,” RK offered, reaching up to flick on his comlink, then turned it off again. “Yeah, he’s fine.”

“Fine?” GD repeated. “Is that a proper report?”

“All right, all right, I heard several seconds of someone screaming, then the boss said ‘and now, young Skywalker, you will die,’” RK informed his coworker, copying the Emperor’s voice as best he could. “Is that enough of a report for you?”

“Yeah, whatever,” GD said. “Sounds like he’s having fun, at least… sounds like he might nearly be finished, though. So no time for gossip.”

“Whatever,” RK sighed.

Silence came back for the encore, and the two Red Guards stood either side of the door, defending someone who didn’t need defending from the absolutely nothing that might threaten him.

Then the door hissed open, and Darth Vader came through.

So did the Jedi, supporting Vader on his shoulder, and RK and GD both stared.

“...um,” RK began. “...halt?”

“He’s with me,” Vader replied, his voice strained.

“Where’s the nearest shuttle bay?” the Jedi asked.

RK and GD both pointed, completely unsure what to do, and the Jedi and Vader hobbled off down the corridor.

“Wonder what that was about,” GD said, eventually.

“Attention all decks!” a panicked voice said. “Attention all decks! Rebel fighters have entered the Death Star, they’re headed for the reactor, we can’t stop them!”

Two blank red masks gazed at one another for several seconds, then RK and GD bolted for the shuttle bay.

[kaixserzz]

How they kiss you HCs 1

ੈ♡˳ Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi & Yoichi Isagi x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄

author's note ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

hi guys! so im really into blue lock n i had to post smth about it soooo yeah! im still into genshin but im more hyperfixiated on blue lock.. first post after months creating this account LMAO also might be ooc but im still getting used to writing, ill make another for reo, niko, bachira and chigiri

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: kinda suggestive? (making out)

〖Rin Itoshi〗

Rin's kisses are always so telling of how he truly feels since he really sucks at expressing himself through words or expressions.

Passionate, and so desperate and clingy that even oblivious could tell. They're always so long and intimate that your lips are left swollen by the time he pulls away.

Sometimes, it seems like he's about to swallow you—interlocking his lips with yours, pushing your body against the wall to trap you in his arms, making sure the only thing you could think and feel are his lips.

He has this certain look in his eyes that's so... Loving, but nervous. Rin doesn't show it, but he's hoping he's not being too much for you, and that you won't leave him so soon.

Quietly, he'd ask if he was overwhelming you, his forehead pressed against yours as he watches your chest rise and fall in sync with your pants. He'd appreciate it if you admit if you were, but he'd gladly reclaim your lips if you tell him too, eyes brighter than before.

His hands would be all over you. First, he'd gently grab your chin to look up at him, kiss you, and his hand would caress your jawline, trailing down to your neck and collarbones, before it finds itself tracing the curve of our spine, up and down, then engulfing you in a tight hug, never letting go.

Kisses are usually private, he's not that affectionate in public. But once you've stepped inside your shared home, he's going to kiss and hold you 'till you tell him to stop.

But he sometimes couldn't help but press a kiss on your cute face when you're outside. Perhaps he saw someone staring at you longer than he liked, so he'd give your temple a small kiss, or your lips, for the apple of your cheek.

You're too good to be left unkissed. Plus, his lips would feel lonely if he doesn't kiss you for too long.

〖Sae Itoshi〗

Sae, on the other hand, is a more soft and gentle kisser, much to your surprise.

It's usually playful and light, his main goal is to see you brighten up with a huge grin on your face, an expression he has grown to adore so much it just warms up his heart.

Sae could still take your breath away, similar to Rin's HCs, but he just wants to take things easy with you, because being with you just feels right. Comforting, relaxing. A little bit of his safe haven.

He feels no pressure when you're around, you don't call him a prodigy, or remind him anything soccer related unless he wants to talk about it; you just see him for who he is, Sae Itoshi, even though he's not so sure what you see past all his achievements in soccer.

His kisses are full of emotions, despite it being fleeting and short. Appreciative, loving, yearning, and more—he always makes up his kisses being short by giving you lots and lots, letting his lips reach every inch of your skin.

Sae would wrap his arms around you and pepper soft, feather-light kisses all over your face repeatedly, wanting to hear your giggles and smile at him. He absolutely loves it when you cup his cheeks in your hands to keep him still, then kiss him so adoringly on his lips.

Always have trouble pulling away after that. When you initiate kisses, it's a whole different story.

Rake your nails through his hair and onto his scalp, and he'll melt on your body like putty and sigh contently, leaning against your touch like a cat begging for more pets.

He's so gentle and loving, it's so clear that he adores you more than everyone else. You're one of the only people who deserve a place in his heart, and thus reveal this cute, loving, soft side Sae Itoshi hides.

〖Seishiro Nagi〗

Nagi's kisses are—well, lazy, in a sense. Not in a negative way! It's actually quite endearing in your eyes, despite his lack of energy or enthusiasm regarding kissing.

Don't be fooled! This overgrown baby loves having his lips against your skin, he adores the way his lips tingle when it makes contact or the way you'd be grinning at him when he pulls away, it's just his nature to be so laidback, unlike the rest of the boys here. You can see in his eyes that he's eager to give you many kisses.

He can be so unintentionally very romantic with his kisses. While they're usually sloppy, messy, and sometimes ticklish, he'd do something unexpected (in your books) first before kissing you on the lips.

Because you expect him to just dip his head and press a kiss on you—he does that too often. So it catches you off guard when he suddenly stares at you from where he lies, eyes locked onto your face. Or he'd gently grab your waist, pull you close to him and bring you down onto his bed, wrapping his big arms around your torso and burying his head onto your neck. Or he'd press his palm at the back of your neck, caressing the skin.

And then he'd press a kiss on your lips, and they always feel so lazy—in a good way. Akin to the kisses you always share when you awake from your slumber, the first thing that comes to mind is to reach for your lover and kiss them.

When he's laying down on your lap, but wants to kiss you on the face so badly, he'd pout since he's too lazy to get up to properly kiss you. So he'd settle with your hands, taking them into his' and lovingly caressing your palm, playing with your fingers, before pressing his lips against your hand, the texture of your skin makes his cheeks buzz in delight.

Nagi licks his lips after he kisses you, eyes bright and smiling softly, as if he just tasted the sweetest candy.

〖Yoichi Isagi〗

Isagi's kisses remind you of those corny and cliche romance movies and TV shows you once watched together before. You can't help but laugh at how much of a cute dork your boyfriend is.

While inexperienced, and not the best of kissers, his enthusiasm and meaningful intentions make up for it. A kiss to wish you luck on whatever you have to do, a kiss for small celebrations like getting a high score on your tests, a kiss hello, a kiss goodbye—Isagi never misses any given chance to press his lips against yours.

He'd be restless throughout the whole day if he doesn't get a kiss from you, and while he doesn't let it bother his performance, off the field? Everyone could tell there was something off with him.

Isagi would take your hands in his', stare deeply into your eyes with nothing but utter devotion for you, and let out everything he's been holding back saying the whole day. He'd voice his love for you, his gratefulness, how gorgeous you are, and how lucky he is for having you as his lover.

Oh, his words always make you weaker for him, especially with the lovesick expression on his face. It's so cheesy, his words were similar to the ones you've heard from romance shows, but when it comes from him? They sound like music to your ears, your heart thrumming hard and your cheeks flushed.

He's so honest, not a trace of a lie in his words, only the truth. And the truth is that he loves you with all his being, and he hopes you'd indulge him in with as many kisses as he needs from you.

And how can you ever say no to Isagi? With his wide, sparkling eyes and the cute crease between his brows as he furrows them. You could only sigh before you let him devour your lips.

From there and then, he'd be kissing you so hard that you'd be dizzy afterward. You have to snap him out of it before he gets too greedy. Too greedy that he'd ignore both of your need for oxygen and keep your lips locked together, his hand at the back of your head and tilting his' to the side to deepen the kiss.

How cute he truly is, he'd always apologize when he pulls away and sees your eyes all hazy and your body practically leaning against him for support, knees too weak. His excuse was always the same, he got too into it and that your lips felt too good.

You roll your eyes and scoff, before grabbing his collar and kissing him again.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Firefighter Au? Our Coccam crew would be pretty much the best firefighters with their warrior skills. So, could you please write Modern Sihtric x Reader where he is a firefighter and helps her. Idk if her house was burning that's pretty brutal or something minor like a cat on a tree. Whatever you feel like. And could it be a bit longer, like a slow burn with a smut at the end. You know what I really liked your submissive Sihtric from that back to past story. So maybe something like that? I feel like I expect too much and I don't want to interrupt your creative flow. Really, it's a blessing you have an account here and write so much amazing stories. Thank you!

Note: thank you so much for your kind words and for this request! I hope it meets your expectations. Also, for the first time I tied in some songs that I was listening to when writing this, might be fun if readers check them out to get the vibe, you know? ...or not, if you don't feel like it! but uhh yeah... is it hot in here? and sorry for all the bad puns, I can't help myself.

Warnings: fluff! some angst, some spicy bits and some smut. 18+! mention of (house)fire, smoking/cigarettes.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: A hot as heck firefighter had to rescue your cat, and your heart was burning for him ever since.

Word count: 8k (woops)

Masterlist

'You really want me to strip for you, huh?'

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'I'm so sorry, I really am!'

'No worries, lady,' the firefighter smiled, who happened to be smoking hot and spoke with an accent. He walked over to you, holding your cat in his arms as his colleagues sat grinning in the firetruck.

'Oh, Mister Meow Meow,' you cooed when the man handed you the cat, 'why did you get up in that tree, little fuzz ball?'

'Mister Meow Meow?' the firefighter, with beautiful mismatched eyes, chuckled.

'Yeah, I… I have no excuse for that name,' you giggled and hid behind the cat. 'But, I really am sorry. I know you guys have better things to do than rescuing cats out of trees.'

'Actually… I'm glad it was a cat this time,' the man said, raking his tattooed fingers through his short, dark hair, exposing a tattoo on the side of his head, and neck, as he turned his face to the side. 'This street has a lot of fires. So when I saw the address I expected the worst, but I was happy to read it was just a cat stuck in a tree. And no need to feel bad, my cat does this all the time too,' he shrugged with a sweet smile as he petted Mister Meow Meow.

'Wait, what do you mean a lot of fires?' you asked.

The man frowned and you quickly told him you had only moved in about a month ago, and so far, you hadn't seen or heard anything about fires in your street. The pretty boy explained that some of the older houses in your street have faulty gas cylinders, used for cooking, which causes gas leaks on the regular.

'Add a candle or cigarette to that and you know…' he mimics an explosion.

'Are people not aware of that problem?' you felt a little spooked.

'Oh, no, they are. The government has sent out letters to everyone in this street, after we urged them, and some people replaced everything. But there are so many people who always think it won't happen to them. Until, you know...'

'Do I have… how do I know if my gas… cycles?'

'Cylinders.'

'Yes, those things...'

'If they're safe?'

'Yeah?'

'Well,' the handsome man looked over your shoulder at your house, frowning lightly as he bit down on his lip, 'yours should be fine, really. As you just moved in, they can't sell or rent out homes anymore without renewing the cylinders here.'

'Oh,' you smiled nervously.

'But… I mean, I could take a look at it, if that makes you sleep better at night?'

'Would you?' you asked shyly.

'Of course, lady. Wouldn't want Mister Meow Meow here to burn to a crisp - Gods, I mean, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that was inappropriate, I… I'm,' he stammered and sighed, 'firefighter humour,' he grimaced and looked down to his feet.

You chuckled as his cheeks coloured a shade of red, 'It's okay, I get it. And I indeed would not want Mister Meow Meow to burn to a… crisp.'

The man laughed softly and you told him to follow inside. You apologised for the many unpacked boxes, you have just been lazy with unpacking. The man appreciated your honesty and checked the gas cylinder. You quietly studied him as he was busy. He was wearing the full firefighter gear, but you knew his body had to be muscular by the quick glimpse of his form fitting shirt underneath his jacket. The man was handsome and lean, and you wondered how he got the scars on his face, which gave him a rough look, in a good way. After a quick inspection he said everything was perfectly safe. You thanked him and he gave Mister Meow Meow a belly rub as his colleagues became impatient.

'Oi, hot shot!' one of the firefighters shouted with a thick Irish accent, urging him to hurry.

'I had to pet the cat, okay?' the hot shot shouted back as he walked out your door. He turned to wish you a good evening and told you to keep an eye on the cat, to which you simply smiled.

'Oh, and I don't mean to be rude,' he said, 'but you really gotta unpack those boxes, you know? Clear the floor. It's a fire hazard.'

'Oh, I… yeah, I - I will.'

'You better,' he said softly and smiled, quickly looking you up and down before he turned and jogged towards the firetruck.

'Wait! What's your name?' you called after him.

'Sihtric, lady,' still smiling when he looked back at you.

'Sihtric,' you repeated softly, making sure you'd remember, 'my name is-'

'I know your name, lady,' he said with a sly smile before he climbed in the truck, 'we always see who made the call.'

Sihtric winked with a cheeky smile and saluted you with his right hand, closing the truck's door with his left, after which his colleague hit the gas. 

And just like that, a firefighter had set your heart ablaze on a warm summer evening.

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Almost two weeks had passed since your cat had climbed up the tree in your frontyard. And you knew exactly what was going on when you heard a loud, out of tune meow outside. There was only one cat with that horrible sound of a meow, and you looked out the window to find your fluffy cat up in the same tree again. You ran outside and tried to 'pss pss pss' him down, but to no avail.

'Mister Meow Meow!' you groaned, 'you're an embarrassment to this family!' 

You looked around and caught the lady next door frowning at you from behind her kitchen window.

'You can not seriously make me call the fire brigade again,' you muttered and buried your face in your hands. But Mister Meow Meow insisted on being rescued by a firefighter again. 

Full of shame you sat on your porch as a fire brigade commander truck pulled up to your driveway. You were confused that it was not the ladder truck with 4 men strong, like last time, and your cheeks were on fire when you saw Sihtric stepped out of the truck, with a smirk. Once again in full gear, this time accompanied by black sunglasses, which he took off as he neared you.

'Mister Meow Meow?' he grinned.

'I feel horrible,' you admitted.

'No need,' Sihtric reassured you and walked over to the tree, being greeted by your cat, who started to hiss at him from a safe distance.

'Oh, tough boy, are we?' Sihtric chuckled at the cat, 'but not tough enough to get out of the tree yourself, huh?'

'I think he's a little disappointed that the rescue operation is not as dramatic as last time,' you laughed and nodded towards the simple truck.

'Yeah, sorry to disappoint, Mister Meow Meow, it's just me today,' Sihtric yelled up to the cat and then turned to you, 'we got the call and I recognised your name and, obviously, this street too. So I already knew what was going on when I saw the word cat in the message. And also, this tree is easy to climb, so we didn't even really need the ladder last time,' he confessed, 'we had a slow day last time. The whole thing was just for show, lady,' Sihtric winked. You smiled and found yourself twirling your hair while you had been listening to him. 

Sihtric stepped towards the tree, took off his black bunker jacket and threw it onto your lawn, revealing the tight, white tank top he wore underneath. Your jaw dropped slightly as your eyes grew big, scanning every inch of his insanely toned biceps and broad shoulders as he pulled himself up into your tree. You felt your temperature rise and wondered what he looked like without that tank top, in just those black bunker pants with his red suspenders and black boots. You contemplated arson just to find out and thought he could probably set fire to your bed.

At the same time, the lady next door looked up from her cooking book, out the kitchen window, and lowered her reading glasses at the sight of the flaming hot fireman who flexed his muscles with each pull upwards. A few moms who were pushing their strollers also stopped, curious to see what was happening when they noticed the modest firetruck. 

You all had the same hungry look on your faces and held your breath when Sihtric, with those toned, veiny, sweat glistening arms, finally reached Mister Meow Meow, who was clearly not impressed by the man's appearance, and clawed Sihtric in the face when he managed to pull the cat towards him. You all gasped, but Sihtric didn't even flinch at the cat's assault and he carefully climbed down. You all watched his movements and wished those pants he was wearing were tighter.

'Let's see how tough you are next time you're in that tree,' Sihtric hissed at the cat who was dramatically meowing as he was pressed between Sihtric's chest and his muscular arm. Sihtric took a small leap out the tree and landed with both feet on the ground, he turned around and was greeted by a scattered group of women, who looked at him as if they hadn't seen a man in years.

He rolled his eyes, quickly handed you the cat and grabbed his coat off your lawn.

'Oh my god,' you said, 'I'm so sorry, are you okay?'

'What?' Sihtric frowned.

'Your face, my cat… he scratched you. You're bleeding a little.'

'Oh,' Sihtric smiled and wiped his cheek, smudging some blood across his face as he did, and each woman there felt a shiver go down their spine. Sihtric looked at his slightly blooded palm and shrugged, 'nah, it's nothing, lady.'

'So… can I… I don't get fined at some point, right? For calling the fire brigade every time this happens?'

'No, that won't happen. Otherwise I'll fix that for you,' he smiled and wiped his hands clean on his tank top and noticed that a bunch of women were still staring at him. He sighed.

'Show's over, ladies,' he said sternly, startling the women who made haste to continue about their day.

'Sorry about that too,' you blushed.

'Nah,' Sihtric clicked his tongue, 'pros and cons of the job I suppose,' he cleared his throat, 'hey, did you make any progress unpacking those boxes?'

'Yes, most of it has been unpacked. Just some heavier stuff left still, but the floor has a path now,' you chuckled and started to walk towards your porch.

'Good to hear,' Sihtric smiled, 'do you need any help? Moving the heavier stuff I mean?'

'Oh. Ehm… well… actually, yes,' you admitted shyly.

'Want me to help you out?'

'Would you do that? I mean aren't you working right now?'

'Yeah,' he shrugged with a smirk, 'helping a pretty lady out could be considered part of the job. Besides it's a slow day again, I have a few minut-,' Sihtric got interrupted by his radio in the truck. 

He looked down with a half smile and shook his head lightly. The whole day there had been zero incidents, apart from your cat being stuck, and just when he wanted to make his move someone called in an emergency. The gods weren't on his side today, he figured.

'I'm sorry, I have to respond,' he gestured to the truck.

'No, of course,' you said, understanding. 

You watched him walk up to the truck and, as he communicated with someone through the radio, you shoved your cat back inside the house and closed the door. When you walked back out again, Sihtric walked up to you.

'I'm really sorry, I gotta go. I'd love to help you out but someone's stuck in an elevator, and apparently they don't want to wait around,' he joked.

'Oh, god,' you chuckled lightly, 'it's okay, I'll find a way to drag the heavy stuff up the stairs sometime.'

'You do that,' he smiled sweetly, reluctantly stepping back as he really had to go, 'or, you know… next time that cat of yours gets up in that tree again I might have more time.'

'Next time?' you frowned, watching Sihtric open the car door and he chuckled.

'Yeah… I'm sure I'll see you again, lady,' Sihtric winked, put his sunglasses back on and got in the car.

'Fucking idiot,' Sihtric murmured as he drove away, 'should've asked her number.'

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

A few days later you found yourself in the petstore, trying to lift a heavy pack of cat litter off the floor as the employees didn't bother to help. Unbeknownst to you, Sihtric had walked in the store after you, looking for something they didn't seem to have, and he recognized you as you had paid. He enjoyed watching you struggle for a moment before he walked up to you and leaned on the counter.

'Need a hand with that, doll?' he asked with a sly smile as he looked down at you.

'Sihtric?' you looked up at the stunning man and your knees trembled beneath you, 'uh… no, no, I-I got this.' you smiled painfully. 

Sihtric chuckled and grabbed the bag, threw it over his shoulder and waited for you to tell him where to go. You walked him to your car and thanked him after he closed the trunk. 

'How's that Meow Meow?' Sihtric couldn't say the name without a chuckle, 'not climbing the tree anymore?'

'No, it's been too hot outside lately, he just stays inside the house now.'

'And here I was waiting for your call,' Sihtric clicked his tongue.

'Speaking about calls, how did the elevator incident go?'

'Oh, he died.'

'What?'

'No, I'm kidding. The man's fine. He accidentally pressed the emergency stop,' Sihtric sighed.

'Oh,' you snorted, 'at least he lives.'

'He does,' Sihtric smiled at you and his eyes drifted to your lips for a split second. He looked away and lit a cigarette when you looked for your car keys in your bag.

'Not enough smoke to inhale in your line of work?' you blurted out.

'Bad habit,' Sihtric winked.

'Sure is,' you agreed with a smile. You didn't smoke yourself, and you knew it was bad, but Sihtric looked so damn hot doing it, you forgave him for it.

'What's yours?' Sihtric smiled and leaned back against your car, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing out the smoke when you answered him.

'My bad habit?' you chuckled, 'hmm… probably falling for the wrong type of men.'

'That's equally as toxic as these things,' Sihtric held his cigarette up, 'but how so?' he asked before he took another drag.

'Ehh, it's a long story really,' you scoffed lightly.

'Hm,' he hummed and flicked his cigarette away. He tilted his head slightly up, away from you, and blew out the remaining smoke, 'care to tell me over a drink sometime?'

'Oh,' flustered by his sudden question, 's-sure. When? Like, eh, t-tonight?''

Sihtric smacked his lips as he took out a small box of mints from his black flannel's chest pocket, 'I'm working a shift tonight, doll,' he shook out some mints, 'how's tomorrow evening?' he held the box out to you but you politely declined, to which he smiled and chewed down his mints.

'Oh, I can't tomorrow evening, got dragged into someone's plans already, sorry,' you said.

Sihtric pouted at you before he chuckled and stepped closer, 'how about I check my schedule at work tonight and I'll text you?'

'Yeah, works for me.'

'Yeah?' Sihtric smiled and took out his phone. And you couldn't stop smiling after you had given him your number, and he promised to contact you later that evening. And he kept his promise as he texted you around midnight.

Sihtric: sorry I'm texting you this late, just got home, hope this won't wake you up. I have monday and thursday evening off. Let me know if that suits you?

You: hey, I'm still awake don't worry. Damn, you only have two evenings off per week? But monday works for me too :) 

Sihtric: hey :) 

Sihtric: oh no, I have the other nights off too next week, but it's only monday and thursday I'm really free, the other evenings I have to be on stand-by

You: ohhh I get it now :)

Sihtric: so monday it is?

You: monday it is

Sihtric: pick you up at 8?

You: you know where to find me ;)

Sihtric: I do ;)

You: how was your shift?

Sihtric: sweet of you to ask, but it was uneventful. Your night?

You: uneventful too

Sihtric: what keeps you up this late then? 

You: right now? Clearly you…

Sihtric: smart-ass ;) but fine, I'll stop texting you. about to doze off myself anyway

Sihtric: sweet dreams x

You: awh, go get some rest. sweet dreams for you too x

Sihtric: thanks doll

Sihtric: can't wait to see you next week xx

You: can't wait to see you either, pretty boy ;) xx

Sihtric: cutie :) xx

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

It was Friday night when Sihtric enjoyed a drink at his favourite bar after his shift had just finished. It had been a long day and, because he couldn't see you today, he wanted to have a quick drink to unwind, before he went home again. He had almost finished his drink when he heard a loud group of women walk in. He turned at the commotion and groaned lightly when he immediately figured it was a bachelorette party, as one woman was dressed in a, rather revealing, wedding dress.

'That's my cue,' Sihtric sighed at the bartender, who grinned, knowing exactly why Sihtric was keen to leave as his expected scenario was about to happen. Sihtric was still dressed in full gear except for his jacket, which was thrown over his shoulder. As he got up to leave, the woman dressed as a bride, clearly drunk, laid eyes upon him and she squealed before she turned to her friends.

'You guys got me a stripper?!' she exclaimed. Most of her friends seemed to join in on the excitement and screamed too, thinking one of them had hired a stripper.

Sihtric rolled his eyes and politely shuffled his way towards the door when he suddenly bumped into you.

'Sihtric?' you frowned with a smile, pleasantly surprised to run into him.

'Hey, doll,' he smiled, equally as surprised, 'what brings you here?'

'That nightmare,' you grimaced and pointed at the bachelorette party.

'You're kidding?' Sihtric scoffed while he was being eyed up by the other ladies, still expecting him to be a stripper.

'Unfortunately not,' you confessed, 'I'm having a horrible time. I barely know them. The bride to be is a new colleague at work who, for some reason, thinks we're best friends but… I don't vibe with her. I'm only being nice but,' you sighed, 'I'd rather be at home right now.'

'At home?' Sihtric frowned, 'not having a drink with me?'

'Well I guess that might also be better than this,' you teased.

'You guess?' he smiled and nudged your shoulder, 'watch it, cheeky lady.'

'Or what?'

'Or I won't rescue Mister Meow Meow when he's stuck in that tree again.'

You both laughed and had actually forgotten about the other women, until the drunk future bride came up to you and slurred, 'Oh, my god! You know the stripper man? Is he single?'

'He's not a stripper,' you told her, which she probably didn't even grasp but she stumbled off to her friends. 

'Sorry,' you told Sihtric.

'No, this actually happens more often than you'd think,' Sihtric grimaced.

'That sucks.'

'It does really,' he snorted.

'If it makes you feel any better,' you grinned, 'I think you'd be a hot stripper.'

'Well,' he gave you a sly smile, 'I only strip on mondays…' he winked and brushed his warm, rough hand over your arm, 'alright, I gotta go. Enjoy your night, yeah?' he said and pecked your cheek.

'I probably won't enjoy it much,' you chuckled and held his hand briefly, 'but seeing you made it better.'

Sihtric bit down on his lip and smiled, squeezing your hand before he stepped back to leave.

'Text me?'

'I will,' you promised. 

And you did. You texted each other throughout the weekend, both clearly impatient for Monday evening to arrive.

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

Sihtric: doll...

Sihtric: one of my colleagues fell off a ladder and broke his knee. I have to be on stand-by tonight to fill in. but I still really want to see you… you okay with that?

You: oh is he okay? And yeah no problem 

Sihtric: he's fine, didn't even happen on the job…

You: oh

You: what a lousy firefighter?

Sihtric: I know, I said the same!

Sihtric rang your doorbell around 8. You asked him if it was a good idea to get a drink somewhere because he was on stand-by, or if you should stay close to home. He told you it doesn't happen often that he gets called away when he has the evening more or less off, so he took you for a drink at the bar he had seen you a few nights earlier.

You learned Sihtric was polite, funny, smart and a flirt, but only with you, he clearly had no eyes for any other lady who glanced at him. He did sometimes ramble on about things, which you thought was adorable, and you didn't mind it either because you could listen to his sexy accent for hours on end. You eventually told each other about some of the failed past relationships you've had. You just always fell for douchebags whereas Sihtric couldn't keep a girl because they only liked the idea of dating a firefighter and not the actual reality of it, which was something he really wanted to make clear to you. You told him you understood it's not an easy life, but also admitted you had no idea what it would actually be like.

'I think you'll find out soon,' Sihtric smiled. He said that because he felt a connection with you, and somehow knew you were serious about him. Meaning that you'd stick around and would find out overtime what it's like when he has to work. But his comment turned out to be a grim prediction of the hours that followed. 

After about an hour, Sihtric had moved to sit next to you, instead of across from you, and had put his arm around your shoulders as he showed you pictures of his cat.

'So cute!' you smiled, 'what's his name?'

'Uh,' Sihtric snorted, 'dog.'

'Dog?'

'Yeah.'

'You named your cat Dog, and you talk shit about Mister Meow Meow?'

You both laughed at the stupidity and found yourself leaning closer to him. His eyes darted between your lips and your eyes, and just when he was about to kiss you, his phone rang.

'Ah, shit,' he muttered before he read the message and looked at you, 'probably work.'

'It's fine,' you reassured him, albeit sad you got so close to kiss him and it got ruined.

'Fuck,' Sihtric looked bewildered, 'it's your street.'

'What?'

He showed you the message and asked him what this meant.

'Fire, but it doesn't show the house number for me.'

'Oh my god,' you gasped softly while Sihtric quickly rang his work.

'Uhtred? Yeah, I got the message, but they still didn't fix that bug so I only got the street name and a vague hint of what is going on,' he paused as Uhtred spoke. 'Fucking hell,' Sihtric replied and gave you a concerned look, 'yeah, I'll be there. Bring my gear, okay? I'm out with my girl now, she lives on that street. I'm bringing her home first so I'll be there anyway. Yeah, thanks.'

Sihtric hung up and you both jumped up.

'Big fire,' Sihtric simply said, holding your hand as he made haste to his car.

'Do you know the house number?'

'Fifty-two.'

'Fifty-two?!' you yelled.

'Doll, tell me that's not your house,' Sihtric became concerned.

'No, but… but it's my neighbours!'

Sihtric hit the gas, knowing any speeding tickets would be terminated, if he'd get any, because he was a first responder. You already saw huge black clouds before you were even near your street and your heart was pounding in your chest. Sihtric had his hand on your knee as he drove, squeezing lightly, trying to comfort you. As you neared your house, you were met with thick clouds as the wind blew them your way. Almost at the same time as you arrived, the firetrucks did too. You watched your neighbours house in horror as flames danced out of the windows upstairs. You lived in a detached house, luckily, so the chances of the fire spreading to your house, or others, was very small. But if the wind would shift, the fire could spread to the tree in which Mister Meow Meow had climbed several times before. You were relieved to see both your neighbours were outside of their house, holding each other as they cried, while being guided away from the smoke by medics.

'Stay in my car, okay?' Sihtric said as he unbuckled his seatbelt, 'there's too much smoke, and you can't go inside your house right now.'

'But my cat…'

'Is he outside?'

'I… I don't know,' you slightly panicked.

Sihtric understood your worry and cupped your cheeks, 'he will be fine, don't worry, okay? I have to run, promise you'll stay here, doll?'

You nodded and grabbed his shirt before he could open the door.

'Sihtric?' you said, and he looked at you with soft, questioning eyes, 'be… be careful.'

'Always,' he whispered and kissed your cheek before he jumped out of the car.

You watched Sihtric gear up while some firefighters already started their attempts to put out the fire. It took a while before they had the fire under control, and it felt as if you hadn't breathed the entire time you watched Sihtric do his job. You had seen him run inside the house with a few others, and when it took a while for them to come out again, you felt sick with worry, but as no one seemed alarmed, you tried to stay calm too. It seemed to take ages, and you nearly cried when you saw Sihtric had made it out again, taking off his helmet for a moment now that the smoke was not as thick anymore.

And then you looked to your right, and you saw Mister Meow Meow up in the tree. And as fate would have it, you saw how tiny flames, carried by the wind, lit up the leaves at the top of the tree. You screamed and kicked the car door open. Running, without thinking, into your garden while breaking the plastic tape which clearly said "do not cross".

'Hey!' Sihtric shouted hoarsely and was bewildered when he saw you running. He immediately dropped his helmet and chased after you.

'Darling, stop!' Sihtric probably damaged his vocal cords with the force he used, but you seemed completely deaf to your surroundings.

'Meow Meow!' you cried, yelling at your cat, who was belching his signature, annoying meow. And before you reached the slow burning tree, Sihtric pulled you back by wrapping his arms around your waist.

'No!' you screamed.

Sihtric spun you around to face him, 'what the hell is wrong with you, sweetheart!? You shouldn't be here!' he shouted, heated. You could tell he was not angry with you, but clearly worried.

'My cat!' you sobbed and pointed to the tree. Sihtric exhaled sharply and clenched his jaw when he saw the fire slowly spreading down, while your fluffy friend was halfway up the tree.

'Fuck!' he growled loudly, 'your cat is going to be the death of me one day!' but without hesitation he ran and climbed up in the tree, again.

'Finan! Get her away from here!' Sihtric shouted over his shoulder as he heard you cough, and soon his friend, and colleague, pulled you away to a safe distance.

You saw how both the fire, and Sihtric, closed in on your terrified cat, while ashes and smouldering leaves twirled down. It was almost a beautiful sight, you thought, in a macabre way. Luckily, Sihtric was faster than the fire and, this time, Mister Meow Meow couldn't wait to jump in Sihtric's arms.

You cried when Sihtric sprinted back to you with your Meow Meow in his arms, who, despite everything, seemed okay, but a vet was called in to check up on him regardless. And to make sure he was okay, they took him for the night. Sihtric had to leave you again, and it was a whirlwind of chaos until midnight. By then, most of the firetrucks and first responders had left, as the fire had been extinguished and the smoke had cleared. All neighbours were allowed back to their houses as it was deemed safe again.

You sat on your porch, face down, hands in your hair as your elbows rested on your knees, and your eyes were closed. Trying to process everything.

'Hey,' a soft voice said as a pair of heavy boots approached you. You recognised Sihtric's voice and looked up. He smiled softly as he sat down next to you and pulled you in his arms.

'You okay?'

'Yeah, I think so,' you sighed, tiredly, 'worried about my cat, but I guess he'll be fine. They called me and said he had a few minor burns. They will keep him for a day or two to treat him.'

'I'm sorry to hear that, I'm sure he will be okay,' Sihtric whispered and kissed your temple.

'What about you?' you looked up at him and noticed the scratches and black smudges on his face.

'I'm perfectly fine, lady,' he chuckled and pressed his face against yours, 'it's you I'm worried about. Don't ever run somewhere again when it clearly says you shouldn't cross.'

'I know, I'm sorry,' you shook your head with a smile, 'will I get fined for that?'

'You might actually,' Sihtric laughed. 

You took his free hand and enjoyed being so close to him for a short moment.

'I'm sorry about tonight,' Sihtric said after a few minutes, 'this was obviously not what I wanted our first date to be like. And I also have to head back to the fire station in a minute, wrap things up there, file reports, all that stuff.'

'I don't blame you for anything, it's your job,' you shrugged.

'Yeah, but… do you think you can deal with that?' Sihtric asked cautiously.

'Maybe after I've processed this all… yeah.'

Sihtric smiled and cupped your cheeks.

'I really hope so,' he whispered, and finally captured your lips in a firm, sweet kiss.

'Will you be okay on your own?' Sihtric asked. You told him you'd be fine and promised that if you needed anything you would text him. He gave you another soft kiss before he turned to leave, and glanced back over his shoulder before he got in the firetruck. You gave him a smile before you stepped inside your house, where you fell asleep on your couch only minutes later. Drained by the entire events of that day.

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

You had slept all through the night, and morning, as you only woke up around noon when someone rang your doorbell.

'Sihtric?' you asked, sleepy and confused when you saw him.

'Hey, eh… I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up. Wanted to check on you so…'

'Oh,' you chuckled, 'sorry, I just woke up, haven't checked my phone yet.'

'Oh, I'm sorry, doll. I don't mean to be a bother. I just wanted to know if you were okay, that's all.'

'No, please, come in,' you smiled, 'if you have time?'

'Yeah, they gave me the day off today. Not even on stand-by,' he grinned.

'Aren't you lucky,' you joked and closed the door behind him, 'but why are you still in your gear?'

'I more or less slept at the station,' he confessed, 'I was too tired to drive home safely, so I just slept there. It's not the first time. Took a shower but I had no clean clothes with me, except for the set of jeans in my locker and the rest of my spare gear, so I had to wear this. It's a habit to still wear bunker pants over regular jeans, we all do it without thinking really. I actually meant to go home first to change, but I was a little worried about you so… yeah, sorry for the outfit.'

You snorted and said you weren't complaining, to which he gave you a cheeky smile.

Sihtric finally helped you with those heavy boxes you still hadn't unpacked, and he stole a kiss every now and then as he walked past you. To thank him, for everything, and to apologise for the troubles with Mister Meow Meow, you insisted on making him dinner, which he obviously did not decline. You both felt at ease with each other, so it was hard to not get close and keep your hands to yourselves. You both tried as hard as you could to not flirt throughout the day, but shortly after dinner it all went wrong, in the right way.

'So… how about that striptease?' you eventually asked after you had cleaned up the dinner table. You gave him a cheeky smile.

'Oh, you really want me to strip for you, huh?' he smirked.

'Well… you kinda promised…'

'I did, didn't I?' Sihtric gave you a cocky smile, 'but I said only on Mondays.'

'You ruined that for me,' you pouted, jokingly.

'Hey, if you have a complaint, lady, you can call my boss.'

'I might.'

'Sure,' Sihtric smiled and looked around your living room as he put his jacket on, 'well, got some music then?'

'What kind of music do you need?' you grinned.

Sihtric was quiet for a moment as he thought about your question while you quickly connected your phone to your speakers and handed the device to him.

A mischievous smile appeared on his face as he searched spotify. Then he hit play and threw your phone on your couch. And before the song could even start, he had you picked up in his arms and carried you over to your dinner table, where he sat you down.

The first note to Closer by Nine Inch Nails blasted through your living room and you stared at him, jaw slightly dropped, before you hid a nervous giggle behind your hands and looked away.

'Hey,' Sihtric smirked as he lifted your chin with his hand, 'eyes on me.'

Sihtric bit down on his lip and took your hand, guiding you to unzip his bunker coat, slowly. Your cheeks heat up instantly and would continue to do so throughout the whole song. Once unzipped, Sihtric took a step back from you and let his jacket slide off his shoulders, to his elbows, revealing his muscles and that tight fitting tank top he was wearing. He knew exactly what effect he had on you and enjoyed it. He gave you a cheeky smile and winked before he allowed his jacket to slip off further, until it fell on the floor with a heavy thump. 

Sihtric gave you a cocky look as your eyes darted over his arms. He closed the space between you and took your hands again, leaning his forehead against yours while smoothly moving his body to the beat, bringing your hands up above your head along with his. After a few seconds, he quickly let go of your hands and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against his body in between your thighs. You let out a gasp at his strength and the sudden move. Your hands settled on his shoulders as you enjoyed the feeling of his body moving against yours. It had to be the sexiest thing you had ever seen, the way Sihtric moved so smoothly and in tune to the beat with his muscular body and his sly smile.

It became alarmingly hot in your house, and the fire hazard was a fireman, giving you a striptease and a lapdance. You giggled and looked away, but Sihtric was quick to grab your chin again, gently forcing your eyes back on him.

'Eyes on me, doll,' he said dangerously low and his fingers brushed your cheek lightly before he flicked his tongue against your lips. He took both your hands and moved them slowly up from his waist to his shoulders, making you feel every muscle underneath that tank top of his. You took a deep breath, which hitched as you felt his toned body underneath the soft fabric. Sihtric licked his lips as he looked into your eyes while guiding your hands again, sliding the red suspenders down his shoulders. He was enjoying this just as much as you were, and he smoothly dropped his bunker pants to the floor, revealing his regular skinny jeans underneath, which showed his muscular legs and his great ass.

'Enjoying the show?' Sihtric chuckled in your ear when he pulled you in. 

'Yeah,' you couldn't bring out another sensible word and simply giggled.

Sihtric hummed as he bit down his lip, dragging his hands over your thighs, to your knees as he took a step back.

'Is it not too hot for you yet?' he teased, to which you shook your head.

Sihtric crossed his arms and pulled his tank top slowly up to his chest, 'How about now?' he grinned as your big eyes took in those abs he had been hiding underneath all his gear. You shook your head again, completely flustered, and watched him take off his sleeveless shirt as you held your breath.

'Wanna have this, doll?' Sihtric smiled and held his shirt up to you. You nodded and attempted to grab the shirt, but he pulled back.

'Earn it,' he said with a smirk, 'use your tongue.'

You pulled him closer and slowly ran your tongue up from his waist to his collarbones, which made Sihtric hiss and throw his head back slightly. That shirt was yours now.

Sihtric moved his impressive body to the beat again before he took your hands, bringing them to his thighs, moving them up over his crotch, making you gasp as you felt his hard cock, and he moved your hands up over his bare torso. Sihtric winked with a smirk as he quickly flexed his muscles for you.

'Oh, Jesus,' you couldn't help yourself from blurting out when you felt his muscles tense under your hands, making Sihtric chuckle lightly.

He let go of your hands and pulled up a chair from underneath the dinner table. Sihtric was quick to pick you up in his strong arms again and sat you down on the chair, where he sank down to his knees in front of you, moving his hands slowly up your parted legs. And whatever sense you still had left in you disappeared when Sihtric pushed your legs together and got back up, placing his hands on the chair's backrest behind you, rolling his hips smooth and slow as he lowered his body down to your lap. He chuckled in your ear, grinding his hips against yours, causing you to moan softly and he kissed your lips before he got up again. Sihtric gently kicked your feet apart, leaned back in and shoved his knee between your thighs. He continued his slow hip rolls, driving you wild with his body, which made you grind against his knee as your hands moved up his chest again.

'You're so fucking hot,' you sighed.

'Yeah?' Sihtric smirked, 'you like it when I dance for you?'

'Yeah,' you moaned as he leaned in to give you a sloppy kiss.

'I want you to wear my jacket when I fuck you,' Sihtric whispered in your ear, 'will you do that for me, doll?' 

You nodded, light-headed at his request.

'Yeah?' Sihtric whispered huskily in your ear, 'take your clothes off for me now, babydoll?'

Sihtric took your hands and pulled you up, watching you rid yourself of your clothes as fast as you could. He beckoned you over as you wore nothing but your lace bra with matching underwear. He hummed with a smile as he eyed you up before he pulled your body against his, and sank down his knees again, slowly and sensually, trailing his hands over your skin and pecking your naked flesh where he could. He looked up at you with his sly smile and licked his lips.

'You're so sexy, babe,' he said softly before he got back up. Sihtric spun you around and pulled you against his chest, making you dance with him. You smiled at the feeling of his warm skin against your back, as his hands moved from your thighs up to your waist. Sihtric was breathing heavily in your ear as he pulled your hips against his, grinding his hard cock against your ass while moving your bodies to the beat. You brought your arms up, behind his head, softly brushing your fingers through his hair as you both rolled your hips, desperate to fuck to the beat. You danced until the song ended and, to both your surprise, suddenly transitioned into Beyoncé's Partition. 

You stopped your moves and both knew the tables had turned at that exact moment, and you immediately told him to take off his jeans. And as he did, you grabbed a pack of condoms out of a drawer.

You pushed Sihtric back towards the chair, making him sit down and you quickly straddled his lap. You kissed his lips sloppily and raked your hands through his short hair, earning a few moans and hisses as you pulled his hair and sucked his lower lip before you broke the kiss.

You took his hands and moved them from your shoulders to your, still covered, breasts and down to your hips. And then you slowly leaned back, all the way, until you nearly faced the floor upside down, allowing Sihtric to see your entire body as he held your hips, keeping you in place on his lap.

'Fuck, baby,' Sihtric breathed hard as he watched you move your hands back over your breasts, all the way to your panties, teasing him by sliding your hand down in your panties and playing with yourself for a few seconds as he watched. You heard him groan and you giggled as you moved yourself back up, biting his ear softly after you asked him to take off your bra. Sihtric struggled to unhook it, which made you both chuckle, but once loose, you took it off and held it up to him.

'Wanna have this?' you grinned when he nodded. 'Then take it… with your teeth, bad boy.'

Sihtric's eyes darkened even more and did as he was told. You watched him, with a satisfied smile on your face, and he quickly sat back, with your bra strap clenched between his teeth, tilting his head slightly with a smirk, awaiting your next command. You got up and told him to take off his boxers, which he did without wasting any more time, after he threw your bra onto his pile of clothes, so he wouldn't forget to take it with him later.

You grabbed his heavy, black bunker coat off the floor and walked back to him.

'On your knees, handsome' you said, 'and take off my panties.'

He gave you a cheeky smile with questioning eyes as he looked up at you.

'With your teeth, bad boy,' you answered with a smirk and he returned the look before he, again, did what you ordered him to do. He managed to pull your panties down with his teeth rather smoothly and he kissed your legs after, to which you gave him a soft shove with your knee, which told him to behave.

'Chair,' you said curtly. Sihtric was happy to obey and sat back on the chair, after he had thrown your panties towards his own clothes; he was taking all he could tonight, including you. 

You handed him a condom as you put on his large, heavy jacket, to which Sihtric licked his lips when he looked back up at you. His smile was gone and had made place for a look of burning desire.

Beyoncé faded away through the speakers and, as you finally sank down on his hard cock, Billy Idol's Soul Standing By started playing, to which you both grinned as you adjusted to each other.

'I'm wild for you,' Sihtric whispered the lyrics in your ear along with the song, and he chuckled. You smiled and rocked your hips, slowly, enjoying his cock inside you as deep as possible.

'Treat me right, babe,' you sighed along with the lyrics, and looked down in his eyes as you were riding him.

Sihtric moaned and murmured some lyrics, 'Oh baby, pretty baby, I'll make it last all night.' Proving once again that the lyrics made for a perfect response as the song continued.

Sihtric pulled you close by tugging his jacket, and you rocked your hips harder and faster while you kissed him. His hands slipped under the warm, heavy coat, and he just couldn't get enough of you. Your hearts were pounding out of your chests when you looked at each other; hot and sweaty, with heavy-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips, curled into a faint smile, while you both moaned soft yet heavy. Your hands moved all over each other as you fucked on that simple chair, and you smiled when you realised you were wearing a firefighter's, heavy jacket, while the firefighter who it belonged to filled you up perfectly with his cock.

You rested your forehead against his, while being torn between wanting to make hard, rough love with him or taking it slow, keeping him close while you fell in love with the handsome man, who had lit a fire inside you the first time you had met. Sihtric struggled too, wanting to pick you up and bend you over that chair, making you scream out his name, while also wanting to hear your soft moans in his ear as he held you close. You both knew it all depended on whatever song would blast through your speakers next.

You let out a sigh and smiled when you heard the first few notes of Heaven Tonight by HIM. Sihtric shared your reaction, knowing the song just as well as you did.

'Come here, baby,' Sihtric moaned as he pulled you closer, his arms keeping you snug against him.

'You feel so good, babe,' you moaned softly in his ear as you wrapped your arms around his neck, making slow, sweet, pure and almost emotional love with him. Sihtric moved one hand up in your hair and kept one arm around your waist, holding you as close as possible while he buried his face in your neck, softly pecking your skin as he enjoyed the way you took him all in. You fucked, slow and deep, murmuring sweet nothings in between kisses, and you both wished this bliss would last forever, but you soon reached your highs. 

You loved the soft, deep groans you got out of him along with his ragged breath, and Sihtric could listen to your soft giggles forever, which you let him hear just after you had finished, simply feeling overwhelmed with the man in your arms.

You held each other tight for a moment, enjoying the sound of your heavy breaths as the song you had made sweet love to was fading out, only to both break out in soft laughter when AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long suddenly started to play.

'They got that right,' Sihtric chuckled and looked up at you, taken aback by your beauty in such a vulnerable moment.

'They do,' you smiled, looking into his eyes, not believing someone could be this breathtaking.

'Be mine, baby?' Sihtric whispered as he nuzzled your nose softly, 'will you be mine?'

'I want to…' you looked away from him, 'I'm just… your job, it…'

'Scares you?'

You nodded lightly and Sihtric sighed.

'I know,' he smiled weakly, 'it's always a problem when it comes to relationships.'

'No, I don't mean that I don't want to be yours, I just think… I-I need help to… cope?'

'You should join me for a work dinner next week, you know, meet the wives and girlfriends of my colleagues. They had the same struggle as you when they started dating, but they overcame it. And I'm sure they will like you.'

'I like that idea,' you smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

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

'So…' you grinned when Sihtric got out of your bathroom later that night, freshly showered, and joined you in your bed, 'are those stripteases a regular thing?'

'Maybe,' Sihtric shrugged with a smirk, 'but I think when your Meow Meow comes back home again tomorrow it will not be the same.' 

'That is true,' you agreed, 'hey, I think our cats should meet too.'

'They should. At some point,' Sihtric smiled, 'but I am not ready for that chaos yet. I want to have you all for myself first.'

'Don't you need to go home and feed your cat?' you frowned.

'I probably should,' he chuckled, 'but I don't want to leave you. Will you come with me?'

'But it's already late.'

'Stay the night with me then?'

You pretended you had to think long and hard about his offer. But then you smiled and kissed him. And Sihtric already knew he'd make love to you again later, but this time, it would be in his bed.

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His “Sidekick In The Chair” No Longer Pt.2

a/n: I promise that pt. 3 will be longer. Also enjoy Motivational Era quote Pav header cause I made it while sleep deprived

You honestly thought that living with an alien inside you would be significantly worse than what it was. 

Toxin would help you where he could. He would read recipes off to you while you cooked, he would help you with schoolwork and gave his opinion on your outfits albeit that the latter was unwanted.

There was just one thing that worried you: How was Pav going to react?

He was your best friend and it would break your heart if he didn’t approve.

“Are you sad?” Toxin asked as you set the kettle on the stove.

“Well, not exactly. I am just worried.”

“What about?” 

“What if my other friend doesn’t like you?”

The voice was quiet, “I don’t think he has much room to judge.”

You scoffed, “Yeah but I just worry.”

“Too much.”

“Shut up.”

“Fine. But I crave chocolate.” 

You rolled your eyes as you walked to the cupboard and opened it, “What kind?” 

“Dark.” 

You pulled out a bar of chocolate and began eating it, “Ya know, I think we should start training.” 

“For?”

“Superhero work.”

“I see.” 

You heard a knock at your door, you walked to it and looked through the peephole: It was Pavitr. 

It had been a few weeks since he came to your house, you opened the door and  looked at him.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” You joked, letting him in. You shut the door behind him, “So, what’s up?”

Pav looked at you, “I- Well… can we sit down?”

“Sure, I got a kettle on for tea.” You said, wondering where his sunny attitude had gone. 

He followed you into the kitchen and sat at the table, eyes watching you intently. You noticed but you kept your attention on the teapot as you filled it with boiling water. 

“Pav-“ you started but were cut off.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

You thought for a moment before turning around with the tea pot and two cups, “Is there something you want to know?”

You sat down the cup in front of him and poured his cup first, then yours. 

“Has anything… strange happened to you?”

“There is something.” You started, “But you gotta understand that… I did it for a good reason and I am happy that I did. It’ll be good for us, we can both be out there and we can help people.”

He looked at you with confusion, “I know that it is inside of you that can’t be good!” He said, moving his hands as he talked.

You were shocked that he knew and you were wondering how he knew, “He has a name.” 

“Oh he does?”

“Toxin.” You clarified.

“Might as well name him ticket to hel-“ 

Suddenly the crimson creature partially left your body to look Pav in the eye. 

“Toxin!” You shouted, “Be nice. He’s our friend.”

You looked at the creature as it moved back to rest on your shoulder like a messed up parrot.

Pav looked at you with a shocked expression, he’d only seen it on your bed, not as a moving creature, “That’s him?” 

“Yes, and he can be really sweet, right Toxin?”

“Right.” It grumbled out, eyes focused on Pav, who was reaching for his tea cup.

“Well,” Toxin said, eyes now locked to yours, “Is he the Spider Man?”

“You told him?” Pav said, leaning forward.

“He can read my mind, he found himself.” You said, taking a sip from your cup.

“What’s it like?” Pav asked. A smile came to your face: he wasn’t completely scared now, more curious than afraid. 

“Well, It is like having a second voice of reason in you that you have very little control over. He also is very smart and helpful.” You held out your hand for Toxin to move to and encapsulate. “He can also cover my body, which keeps me safe from anything.”

“Can you feel things? Like if you fall or if something gets thrown at you?” 

“Personally? No. But I can feel the force of a hit. Think like went someone turns on a leaf blower in your face or really close to your body.” You stood to allow Toxin to cover you. He stood and slowly moved to touch you, it was like a thick coating of shampoo that was very cool to the touch had invaded you. Pavitr was very impressed by it but a concern can to mind.

“Wow… It’s kinda cool. It doesn’t hurt you right?”

Your voice had changed into a blend of yours and Toxin’s, “Nah, if anything it helps cause I have to remember to take of him and that goes hand in hand with taking care of myself.”

“Does he eat weird things?”

“He’s asked for weird things.”

“Like?”

You had to answer this very carefully, it would either alarm Pav or ease his conscious. “He has asked for human brains but only for the chemicals! Only the chemical phenethylamine!”

Pav regained a look of shock and was about to open his mouth when you added on a small yet comforting detail.

“Phenethylamine is also found in chocolate.”

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@cantdothis-nomore

[ma3mae]

Don't be so annoyed, love!

Summary: He's so annoying sometimes but it's ok because you love him 😭 (HC w/ Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo)

Genre: Crack, fluff, lowkey suggestive themes

Warnings: 🗿 we ignoring the red flags bc we can. also mentions of farting bc dazai 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

A/N: u cant tell me that they wouldnt do any of these things ok 💀also kunikida's got a small drabble out of nowhere but im always wildin when it comes to him 😭😭😭😭😭

Dazai Osamu

u cant tell me that as soon as hes rly comfortable in ur relationship that he WOULD NOT be ashamed of just farting outta nowhere honestly 💀

Like yall r just chilling on the couch, watching smth and he just lets it all out bc why should he hold himself back 🗿

Hes at home 🗿

But bro's lucky he doesnt smell but 🗿🗿🗿🗿 wheres the warning from him

u give him the side eye and hes like "What? Are you perhaps ashamed of human nature, bella?" like ok we'll leave him alone but he ruined the emotional moment of the movie yall were watching 😭😭😭

Is also the type to prob leave his socks and clothes lying around

It got better over time but he still sometimes does it bc old habits die hard i guess 🧍

once got so bad you just collected all of his clothes and put them infront of the door so he'd have no choice but to pick all of that up and do it himself 💀

would try to talk his way out of it in the beginning but also felt kinda bad after the relationship got more and more serious

So now hes a good bf/ husband and does it himself 🤩 (with the occasional sock under the couch 💀)

drinking habits would take a bit longer to be fully gone, he'd learn to regulate it over time

He's learned to warn you tho when he thinks that a rly shitty day might hit him bc work and more

sometimes you take the day off and do something together to take his mind off of it

Sometimes you're at work and a "im home" text without hearts will come and you know whats wrong

would feel more comfortable over time letting you take care of him

will definitely show you his appreciation for you the next days in one way or the other 🤩💅

talking about living together, yall would often have to sit down to talk about his spendings bc our man cant save for ANYTHING

Used to often come home with little things like "Look, this reminded me of you!" and it's a plushie of a cat or something

Started off cute and small but got dramatic like him really fast

ngl he came home with a expensive necklace u liked when the both of u went shopping but u didnt buy it bc.. she expensive...

like he was charming as always with his "Tada! Guess what I've got you?~ 😋" ".... Not the necklace...? 😧" "🤩 How did you guess that right, bella??" "😨😨"

THIS man right here wouldnt even hesitate to just right out fking steal shit for you if u want it bc thats how much Power u got over him he'd never admit that tho sksks... OK maybe in bed...

he'd def either blackmail or bribe chuuya into helping him with stealing

probably even has access to his bank account and you'd only realize that when he'd stand infront of your door, asking where that "f*cking b*stard" is

you'd legit have to mediate their convo or else the whole building you live in would be gone immediately skks 💀

Chuuya likes u so he wouldnt make yall pay for it bc he knows that dazai's nearly broke 24/7 and u dont deserve to pay for his fault 💅

it would be enough to destroy his pride to make him obey chuuya for like 2 weeks or sum cue evil cackling from said red head

queen of Gaslightining nr. 1 😭 sometimes its for the dumbest arguments tho like why its okay to smack your lips while eating 😭

"I don't know it's just really noisy and kinda annoying for me?" "But Bella, that shows just how tasty your food is or are going to deny that fact and say that I should not show my appreciation for it? What if for me personally it's a sign of a good meal?" "Yeah but doesnt need to be that for me. Also you can show your appreciation for it in other ways like just simply saying its delicious?"

"But actions speak louder than words, my love." "YEAH, well then what do you want then???"

Its just a whole shit show and would (lmao it WILL) end in him giving you just shameless bedroom eyes and well you know whats gonna be after dinner lmaooo 🤡😭

Also also i do believe that hes not the best cook at first but hes a real fast learner so it prob would only take him a week of consuming cooking videos and reading books and BOOM

"Samu, is this a 3 course meal you're cooking because that's a LOT of ingredients in the kitchen." "Sssh just sit down, wash yourself up and enjoy the evening, my love! I'll call you when I'm done 💕"

Manages to somehow still give you some snacks and drinks in between the cooking 😭 with some sneaked in kisses on your shoulder or lips 😏

If you go and hug him from behind, he'll be MELTING

Like nuzzling your face into his back while wrapping your arms around his torso, you feel the slight rumble in his chest as he chuckles at your cute action 😭

"If you want to eat something then you should take a break from being so cute, you know? Don't want the food to go bad from maybe getting a bit distracted if you stay here for a bit longer." "Ew, are you implying you'd start something infront of our food??"

"... Well, I can just have a whole meal by myself but you'd be left hungry so it's your choice 😋"

🗿 the way he doesnt need long to be turned on is alwaya amazing to u but thats just how whipped he is and bro is a whole snack himself so WHOS complaining 😋💅

food's is guaranteed to taste heavenly but if he knows youve got time, then he'd make excuses to taste your cooking like

"Samu, it's been a while since I've gotten to taste your cooking." "Aww, was it that delicious for you? Hmm but I actually prefer your cooking!"

Time for some cooking and baking lessons together, eoow 💅 with the occasional make out session because the sauce found it's way on your lips and he just had to clean it up with his 😭😋

honestly despite all of some of the difficulties, dazai would never fail in making you feel loved in his own way even tho u gotta peel back some layers 🗿

At the end of the day, his bear hugs and many kisses are smth u love to come back home to after work

also doesnt say it but would def be a house husband for u 🤩 with the occasional "whoops gotta go and do smth quick" text and he comes home at like midnight skks bc the agency needs his cute ass 😋 but dw dinner's ready and house chores have been done so enjoy ur evening after work, zurlie 💅

dont kill me for this but id give him a 7.5/10 😭

Obsessed with him and i love him but it would prob be really really exhausting to get him to FULLY trust you and its honestly understandable

Also he kinda makes me feel like i'd have to walk on eggshells around him because you often dont really know what hes thinking 😭😭

could smile at u while thinking "why u so ugly" 😭😭

also bro is so smooth, its scary like he'd prob make us forget immediately that hes trying to find out everything about us(why he sounding like a stalker 😨😨 wouldnt want him to be MY stalker 😨😨 or would I?? 🤩) MY DELULU BRAIN 👹

Doppo Kunikida

😨 Cleaning maniac

personification of the verse "I can COOk, i can CLEAN" (i know its "dont" instead of can but we all know hes like perfect house husband material... maybe a bit too perfect 💀💀💀👹)

If u forgot a cup on the dinner table, he'd legit take the cup, put it in ur hand and be like "why did u leave it there if u r not using it"

WILL def rant about why u shouldnt do it

Honestly huge nagging mom vibes 💀💀

At the beginning of moving in together, he'd just clean everything without a word whatsoever

Like you wanna help around the house too? NUH UH, he already finished everything up.

Vaccuming the house? Done

Swiping? Lmao be sure to not arrive at home after work around that time bc u gotta stand at the door and WAIT until the floor is dried 💀😭

Dishes have been done like at 5 in the fucking morning 💀👹

Bro thankfully doesn't wash clothes that often (gotta be careful of the water bill 😭) but there r days where he legit throws his clothes nearly everyday bc the worse the mission the more blood yk 🗿🗿

U had to legit drag his ass to the couch to talk to him bc he gonn be deep clean the house if someone doesnt stop him

"Kuni, you literally don't need to do EVERYTHING by yourself! I'm also here to help and frankly, it feels like you're my maid sometimes 😞" " Don't worry. Everything fits perfectly in my time plan and since you sometimes work overtime, it's better if I do a bit more of it."

... "🗿 You are legit saving this city from being destroyed so often and I just sit in the office, bro 🤡" "I understand your argument but I have seen the way you look tired so often so let me take a bit of your burden"

He knows how to make us go "🥺"

The argument prob went on for an hour until yall settled on making a plan on who does what on which days and if someone's gotta work overtime or sum then the other takes a bit of it over and so on

So in the end its alrighty 🎉

Groceries and so on are never a problem except it sometiems turns out like going shopping with your mom because...

"Omg Kuni, look!!" *holds up cute decoration* "We could put this on our dinner table! Isn't it cute 🥺??"

Bro just takes it from you and looks at the price. Legit gives you the 🤨 look

"That's 937,32 Yen (around 6€) 🤨🤨. For a tiny statue of a dog? We could find it somewhere way cheaper." "🥺 But it's a limited edition and it reminds me of you bc its got the same fur color 🥺. It's even got ur glasses on 🥺"

Bro will say no but the day after you spot the dog on the table 🤡

Yall lying in bed together and cuddle so give him a peck on the lips while killing him with your cute ass smile (U MURDERER 🗿🗿)

"What was that for?" "Hmmm, well I just noticed that said statue magically appeared on our table. You think it was a cute long haired fairy with glasses and a grumpy look 😋? "

He tries really hard to deadpan at you but the corner of his lips still tug upwards as he pinches your nose

"Well, sometimes its not so bad to buy a little extra, I guess."

If theres a market nearby with some really good deals then you'd either be dragged together with him or he'd come home after work with tons of bags

Always surprises you in how good he is at negotiating about the price

Sometimes you gotta stop him from arguing with some of the shop keepers because some decided to sell some items way too overpriced 🗿🗿🗿

you once found him stay up all night researching about reasonable prices for veggies... 😨

and cue to yall standing in the morning infront of said shop keeper getting absolutely destroyed in an argument by your man.. 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Well guess who even got some extra free stufd because kuni terrified the shit out of him 😋

"Thank you for your hard work in harvesting and selling us these delicious vegetables. My wife is quite a fan of them." Your husband said as he put the money into the shop keepers shaky hands, face red in embarassement as he squeezed out a "It's nothing." between his teeth. His face paled at the words "We'll see each other next Monday. Until then have a great week." leaving your man's mouth as he gave him a friendly smile before taking your hand and going to the next stall,only for you to sheepishly wave goodbye to the shop keeper before going with your husband.

"Well, you gave him quite the scare back there." You said as you felt him squeeze your hand a bit tighter, the bustling of the array of people only increasing by minutes. "Someone had to correct his ways. It would help his sales but only if he's willing to take that advice seriously." he simply answered as he looked at the contents of the bag, counting the ingredients left to purchase.

"Well atleast we got ourselves more than we needed so we can go home and call it a day." "Who are you?" Chuckling at your surprised face out of the corner of his eyes, he continued to make his way towards the end of the market, to finally reach your car.

"I thought over your words and I do believe it would be nice to" laze around together "for once in a while. Everything in the house has already been done, so maybe we could try out that one series you've been talking about. The reviews seem to be quite positive about it."

He just lets a breathy laugh escape his lips at your squeal while you begin to rant on why its gonna be so good watching it and

UUUUGGHHGH 😭😭😭😭 GIVE ME KUNIKIDAAAAAAAGHHHHHH 😭😭😭🤡🤡👹👹👹

honestly there are like no real red flags like his red flags are disguised green flags and yall can legit work through it easily

The only thing would be his tendency to overwork himself and it could lead to an argument but never a real fight because hes pretty easy to reason with

Like even when hes stubborn, he'll STILL listen to your words because the many good things about him that he'd always make sure to take your words seriously 🗿🗿

which sometimes makes it tempting to tease him bc we can lowkey understand why dazai easily tells him the most outrageous shit and your man just casually writes it down in his notebook 😭

"That damn idiot managed to fool me again by telling me that aliens have been among us (AMOGUS 👹) and that the goverment has been hiding it from us for decades." "I thought you already knew about that tho?"

"What" "What?"

"Wait so they're real?"

Cue to him showing him a video (that dazai sent to you a week ago just for this moment 😭)

Lmao dont tease him too much tho but dw, he cant stay mad at you at all lmao 😋💅

Honestly a 8.5/10 bc his nagging scares me 💀😭

Edogawa Ranpo

"Greatest Detective" more like "Queen of Gaslightining" 👹👹

Everyone knows hes way too obsessed with sweets but how the hell is his teeth actually still existing 🗿🗿

ngl i believe fukuzawa would prob sometimes just randomly ask him if he brushed his teeth bc he lowkey lowkey raised him ok 🤡

Ranpo is all nice like "yup, i did." but when u ask him, hes a whole b*tch about it

"Hah??? Why would you ask me that?? Do you really believe that I'd be so dumb to forget about brushing my teeth? If i can solve the most difficult cases then why would you assume that brushing my teeth might something that I'd forget, huuuhh??"

His gaslightining used to work at the beginning of ur relationship but sooner or later its not hard to notice his patterns 🗿

Like yas ok, he could just put up a whole ass strategy in how to not get u to notice that he didnt brush em at all but bro

Hes too lazy

And hes a sucker for attention 😩 like he might be "annoyed" if u nag at him bc of smth but he absolutely loves it bc its just one of his many ways to get ur attention without him having to actively get up and get it for himself 🤡🤡🤡🤡

Hes a huge clown but i love him 😭

Dazai tends to forget his socks or smth lying on the floor but THIS mf right here just doesnt rly care 😭

Like that was the first thing u noticed when u entered his apartment 🤡

Its not right out messy on a disgusting degree, its more like theres tons of trinkets n shit from cases or just random candy wrap hidden under the couch 💀💀💀

The epitome of "I can do it tomorrow" bc bro doesnt forget, he just IGNORES that he has to do it 😭

might take a while to actually get him to yk do smth around the house

used to prob only sleep and shower at his apartment and thats it💀

But when hes whipped then hes whipped and hed actually try his best to help around the house

Key word "try" 🤡

Like its often tbh accompanied by "okay, ill do it but only if i get smth"

A MANCHILD, I SAY 👹👹👹👹

But there are days when he legit deep cleans everything by himself bc either you had a bad day or yall had a fight 👹👹

still would whip out the "now gimme something, please 😋" if yall cuddle after a fight and he cleaned and tidied everything up for his love 🤩

doesnt always have to be candy yk HEUEHEUEHEUUE 👹👹👹👹👹

also its not a surprise but dont let him near the kitchen

HE COULD

HE RLY COULD COOK SO WELL

Like he had only cooked for ONE time and it was like a fever dream

Bc u legit had a fever and he cooked chicken soup but uhm 🗿

he cooked it so good??? Like veggies n meat cut and cooked up nicely?

Broth kicking in real hard?

Like? "What the hell? I thought you couldn't cook??"

Bro is about to put that spoon fr away 💀

"I'm not so heartless to let you starve and I definitely wont be giving you some cheap soup either. I just looked it up on the internet and followed the instructions so you gotta get well soon because I miss your cooking 🤩🤩"

Are we flattered?? Gurl, maybe but he'd def know if we tried to make ourselves be sick to taste his cooking again

Bro only offers to help when it comes to baking 😪😮‍💨😮‍💨

His only help is licking the dough or chocolate outta the bowl or smth 😀

would sneak in many kisses tho bc he likes u and sweet stuff is just sugar overload for him and he loves it 🤩

I think one of the important factors for him in a relationship is that fukuzawa approves of you? Since he does value his opinion over his own intellect

Like bro trusted him when it came to Fukichi and other ppl 💀

fukuzawa could legit go "aliens r evil" and ranpo would be like "ok everyone, aliens are evil!!!!" 🗿🗿🗿

honesrly i dont think why there would be a reason for fukuzawa not to accept you (if there is one then time to take 100 steps back and reflect on urself 💀)

He'd prob be impressed on how u even fell in love with him bc.. its ranpo💀

petty, clingy, can be manipulative ( but never with ill intentions), would legit prank ur ass bc he can, impatient and quickly bored af

But hes attentive, kind, can be patient when it comes down to it, empathetic (depends sksks) (also thank u fukuzawa for kinda ramming that into his head 🤩), affectionate in his own way (a sucker for physical touch but would NEVER right out admit it 🗿) and so much more honestly

there arent any real red flags tbh (might come as a surprise for some ppl)

Maybe maybe he'd obviously have a bit of difficulty fully opening up and i do believe there might be times where he once or twice legit deducted what ur feelings r for him bc hes used to being careful around people and especially bc in case someonw could randomly target the agency

Or is some kinda criminal in general

But honestly when hes learned to trust you then you know youve got yourself someone loyal 💅 and i mean FR loyal

personal favorite hc and honestly prob canon since we've already seen it : he'd not be ashamed to throw hands at someone when he thinks you're being insulted or harassed

And with hands i mean exposing them to 100% until they are pissing their pants and begging him to leave them alone 🤩🤩🤩

Also also, gives me off a similar vibe to dazai with the "maybe having to walk on eggshells" around them but ranpo doesnt make you feel as watched tbh as dazai which would kinda make it easier to talk to

but bro isnt as smooth as him so whOOP 💀💀

Overall iconic and a solid 8/10 🤩🤩🤩💕💕💕

The random ratings i gave them LMAO 💀💀💀 hope u like em 🗿

[itsnathateasy]

Armin Week | Day 1 | SFW Prompts | Anxiety/Panic Attacks OR Cat Café

author’s note: i will DIE of armin fluff, i can feel it spreading

word count: 663

warnings: none, just fluff

these pieces of fanart were a great inspo for me! one two

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It was much like Armin to have entire dates planned days ahead of their actual date. Which wasn’t bad at all. Mostly, you were self-sabotaging. After a series of failed relationships and pointless blind dates, ending up with a guy that truly respects you and goes the extra mile to make you happy, was a situation you weren’t familiar with.

But what you never expected, was your sweet boyfriend to have booked you a visit to your local cat café that only opened up a few weeks ago. Armin knew how much you loved cats and how annoyed you were with your landlord that wouldn’t allow any pets in the house.

“I just figured you might feel better at the cat café, considering how you had to leave your cat with your brother since you moved here” he explained. “Plus, it’s a great way to support a local business. Would hate it if one more great coffee shop shut down, you know?”

“Armin, honestly. This has to be the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you!” You pulled him closer and squeezed him in a warm embrace. “I don’t know how I got so lucky with you!”

Armin was blushing like crazy, obviously flattered by your words. “You’re my girlfriend, y/n. You don’t need to thank me for taking care of you”.

“Hello and welcome to the cat café!” The waitress politely showed you to your table and handed you the menus. Everything on it looked delicious but all you cared about at the moment was how incredibly sweet Armin was being towards you.

Your orders arrived while you and Armin were discussing drama with one of colleagues. “I just don’t understand why she’d rat me out! It’s not like I made a mistake on purpose!” “I know love, what she did totally sucked. But you should discuss it with your boss first. See what she has to say about this”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, totally worn with all the drama but really at peace that you got to spend your evening with your favourite person. You took a deep sigh and Armin put both of his arms around you, holding you tight. “It’s going to be fine! Don’t bug that lovely head of yours any longer”. As he kept reassuring you, a grey cat jumped on Armin’s legs and gloriously stretched its body.

“Look at it go!” Armin exclaimed, a huge smile on his face. “Should I pet it y/n?”

“I think this cat chose you Armin! Go ahead! I think it loves you already!”

“it’s true that Misty isn’t the most sociable” The waitress informed you. “However, for her to sit this peacefully and enjoy some pets is rare. You should consider adopting if you’re able to. I’d love to explain more about our adoption policy”. Even though she’d appeared out of nowhere, you realise she’s left a sheet of paper on the table, with pictures of the cats living at the café.

“Thank you so much for letting us know!” The waitress smiled and moved away from your table.

“Ugh what a shame I can’t adopt”. You said and extended your hand to rub behind Misty’s ears, a small frown appearing on your face.

“You know love, I was thinking-”

“I didn’t know you could Armin” you smirked playfully.

“No, no, for real, hear me out. I know you’re not allowed any pets in your apartment, but I am. How about I adopted Misty? We can take care of her together. Besides, you’re over at my place almost every day. What do you think?”

“I think this relationship just became a hundred times more serious Armin. We’re going to be cat parents now. It’s a great responsibility" you said as you placed your palm on top of him, looking him in the eyes. "Are you ready to take this risk? Are you ready for this type of commitment?”

“I am if you are”.

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

IZZY HANDS FIC RECS! (I want em', I've got em')

What is everyone reading in OFMD fandom right now?

I am currently mostly caught up on my 'to read list' and YALL. I'd love more recomendations!! I will take ANYTHING! I will read ANYTHING!

I'd love to start a chat, so I'd love y'all to leave something you've read recently down below!

I've also added some tasty ones I've read recently down below separated by ship! THEY ARE AMAZING!

Frenchie/Izzy:

The Poetry of Flowers: By Aletea [Rated:Teen. Complete]

Frenchie falls hard and fast. It takes Izzy a little while longer to catch up. This is the slow courtship of Izzy Hands, using flowers.

This fic was written for OFMD Aro/Ace Week 2024.

[Personal notes: OMG-It's so *GOOD*. This has a bit of S2, but mostly takes place post S2, if that tempts you, READ IT. This got me back into the hobby Frenchie does in the fic and AHHH]

you steal my breath away: By ChangeTheCircumstances [Rated: Mature. Complete]

Something is clearly off about Izzy, but when Frenchie sees him petting a cat, it finally clicks. Izzy is a fucking witch! In order to protect the crew, Frenchie makes the next obvious step in logic: he has to kill him.

[Personal notes: I feel this one is just 'if you like Frenchie/Izzy, you've READ THIS- but it's so earnest! SOLID fic the 'realizations' on both ends are really amazing and well written, reread it if you have]

Warnings from the Bottom of My Heart: By scrunglebungus [Rated: Teen. Complete]

Izzy likes Frenchie's voice. He appreciates his music and his long pretty fingers as they move across his Lute. He doesn't have a crush. He DOESN'T.

...and if he did, it's not like he's obvious about it.

(Spoiler: He is) AKA: 5 times Izzy is given the shovel talk + 1 time it's given on his behalf

[An alternate S2 fic written before S2! It leans a bit more 'Izzy needs to redeem himself' than I usually read, but all the Izzy & Crew interactions are SO in character it's scary. That and the Captains are so well realized on top of Izzy and Frenchie being great. LOVE IT]

Roach/Izzy:

Take Up Thy Stethoscope And Walk: bongbingbong [Rated:Mature. Complete]

Of Roach, the scientist - although, that those ghoulish practices he carries out should be called science is a subject on which some might disagree - I feel like I should speak with extreme terror. In laying down those events which transpired during that winter in the turning over of our century, it seems as though on paper they create an impression of little more than a tawdry tale, a freak show in writing for the morbidly curious. It’s no question that I spent a great deal of that time afraid for my life, and for my soul. And yet, I tell you - I have never felt quite so alive as I did during the days I have spent living in the graveyard.

I wonder what this might say about me. What a pair we make.

Izzy Hands dies. Roach brings him back to life. This is the easiest part of the process.

Written for the OFMD Reverse Big Bang 2023, with art from Tarouofthesea!

[Omg. OMFG. I love this fic. I love this Frankenstein'ian/Reanimator fic SO MUCH. It is just SOOOOOOO-! AMAZING characterization, stunning art, the way everything pays off plot/reference-wise! LOVE IT!]

Blackbeard's Roach: bongbingbong [Rated: Teen. Unfinished. 4/6]

What if Roach had ended up on the Queen Anne's Revenge before the events of the show?

(A alternative universe Roach who wears leather and cooks for Blackbeard's crew, and flirts outrageously with their first mate)

[ANOTHER bongbingbong Roach/Izzy fic!!! I love the way bongbingbong writes Roach/Izzy. It's not finished, but I am SO excited to see how it goes! In this one, even though it's unfinished, I feel it GETS the pre-Bonnet life Izzy lived on the Queen Anne. If you like probably autistic Izzy, READ THIS! That, and Roach and Izzy's relationship is SO GOOD. I won't spoil it, but the mutual trust is really strong!]

Stede/Izzy:

The Mount: rainingrenee [Explicit. Complete (WLW smut<3)]

Stede Bonnet enters the Revenge self defence class expecting to learn something.

She meets instructor Butch Dyke Supreme Izzy Hands and gets more than she bargained for.

[God. I love women. This smutty 8k fic is AMAZING and honestly any WLW in this fandom needs some love!]

When It Takes Hold: krill collins (krillcollins)[Explicit: 5/12]

Izzy Hands, a 90s heartthrob turned casting director with an impressively average back catalogue, never foresaw his career trajectory bringing him back to television. He certainly never would've guessed that his big return would be on Strictly Come Dancing. At least it breaks the monotony, even if he's paired with the insufferable twat, the Gentleman of the Ballroom.

It's the kind of fast-paced environment that Izzy was sure he'd long-since grown out of, and he's sure he's not going to make it past the first few weeks. Still, the more he finds himself enjoying it, the more he hopes he'll stay, and he finds himself more in love with life than he's been in years.

Still, the talk of the curse puts Izzy on edge. Bonnet is strangely captivating and seems more interested in Izzy than Edward has in years. Izzy may not believe in them, but that's the thing about curses: once they take hold...

[OMG. OMFG?!?!? Do you know how much I love 'Dancing with the Stars' AU? NO? Well. For every fandom I enter, my first tags I search are 'time loop' 'time travel' and 'dancing'. This fic is EVERYTHING I love about the trope. I have been following this fic from Day 1 and OMG. I love it. Can't recommend it enough]

The Island: triedunture [Explicit: 10/? Updates every Friday-SteddyHands but Izzy/Stede focused]

Stede Bonnet wakes up in the little cottage he and Ed share—except Ed's not there. Izzy is. Stede is somehow stuck in a world where Ed died and Izzy lived. As he struggles to get back to his real life, it becomes clear that things on the island are very different from what he first assumed....

Updates every Friday.

[A fic that, if the premise sounds cool-READ IT! It's a bit out there concept wise, but SO fun, and a great look at how Stede and Izzy interact in a 'do I want him' type of relationship. This fic has been my weekly bed time story, and I can't wait to see how the drama UNFOLDS!]

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Delta anon here again and I've got another headcanon for you:

Delta and Beta are very touch starved (as are all of the Epic Sanses, honestly), and absolutely love physical affection/attention, but don't necessarily know how to ask for it, much less how to ask for it without being embarrassed by showing vulnerability and admitting they need things.

(Beta's also probably not used to being allowed to ask for affection, due to our headcanon of him maybe being abused before he had fallen into the underground, so he was probably taught from a very young age that initiating affection wasn't allowed or okay to do, or that affection might turn into hurt.)

And since the Epic Sanses have all been friends for probably years, they most likely began to be able to pick up on Delta/Beta's cues on when they need something but don't want to ask. Said cues might be lingering around a bit too long, sudden physical touch or affection, randomly bringing up something relating to their need so they can see how their friends would react before they attempt asking. Stuff like that, probably.

(They test the waters like this, mostly because they're too embarrassed to ask for the attention/affection they need, because vulnerability is not a concept they're good with yet. Sure, they're vulnerable with their friends in some ways, but they'd rather die than ask for affection/attention straightforwardly.)

Color and Epic would also just eventually get used to Delta/Beta becoming more and more comfortable with them physically over the years. It still takes Delta and Beta a bit of time to feel comfortable asking, so instead of asking like a normal person, they settle for initiating - subtle nudges, leaning against/on them, stuff like that. And eventually once they got comfortable enough, they'd probably be fine with just silently cuddling right up to Color or Epic if they need the attention and aren't getting it.

Lucky for them, Color and Epic are patient and are able to understand what they need after a while. If they see Delta or Beta getting fidgety or trying to subtly initiate affection, they'll gladly reciprocate and offer affection.

(In my mind, it's sort of like how a cat wants attention but would rather die than be normal about it and ask for pets. It also might be how cats pretend to show disinterest, but in reality, they do want the attention.)

Thoughts?

I think this is a wonderful but also kind sad headcanon, although the thought of them getting better at initiating physical affection eventually makes me very happy.

It actually kinda reminds me of how I picture Killer and his cat-like ways. I usually view him (at least while in Stage 2) to have been so used to either being denied what he wanted or needed, or having those things held over him and used to control him, that he just started detaching from ever needing or wanting anything—which was only encouraged and reinforced. Really helps to convince someone that they’re an emotionless being if they believe they no longer have needs or wants.

So I always pictured that once he realizes that he actually needs something (id imagine itd be a lot harder for him to recognize or care about a want, if he’s internalized that what he wants doesn’t matter), he’s basically gonna do just about anything to get what he thinks he needs and to keep it. Manipulation, intimidation, blackmail, mind games, people pleasing and fawning.

Which is why I often think it’d take a long time for him to do things like express affection or ask for it openly if there’s no reason for it—those things are often tools for him, and he rarely wants affection for affection’s sake.

But when he does, he engineers reasons and situations and excuses for why someone has to touch him or why he has to touch someone else (this last one is often easy, considering he relies on physical touch for grounding, he can either use his rep as a disrespectful asshole who doesn’t care for others’ physical space to hide his grounding technique, or he can use his grounding technique with closer people such as Color as a justification for why he’s touching.

Or he may even do things like let Color hold his hand, with the justification of “keep him happy, and he’ll stay,” even though Killer wanted to hold hands too lmao.)

(making someone so mad they hit him, “accidentally” getting hurt or cutting himself so someone has to touch him to treat his wounds and they have to do it gently and carefully unless they want to hurt him. (which in the case of someone like Color, who claims so often that he doesn’t enjoy or want to hurt Killer, this type of situation also doubles as a test, a sort of landmine that Color has to be careful with.

Because although Stage 2 does enjoy pain (he would very likely enjoy being hurt by Color lmao), if he’s hurt in a “vulnerable” position by someone like Color, then he will just take it as proof of his fucked up worldview—and it’s likely that it could potentially have a ripple effect on to Stage 1, who does not enjoy being hurt.

Which must be so exhausting for Color, having to navigate what is and isn’t a test for him—and sometimes im sure color just sees right through him and calls him out on it.)

This also allows him to comfort of less vulnerability and a lot more control of these interactions—someone is only touching him because he made this situation where they have to, and they do not need to know that he wanted them to touch him. Which suggests a want, suggest an attachment, which—in his mind—can then be used against him if that person realizes the “power” they have over him.

Silly fella and his fucked up little world views on relationships and power dynamics.)

Which all in all, I’m sure helping and understanding Delta and Beta’s problems with asking or starting affection is more like a breath of fresh air. I’m sure this is mainly because, compared to Killer’s innate distrust for others, his control issues, his little tests and naturally manipulative ways, and the conflicting desires of his Stages, this is much more straight forward.

Color would likely take notice of Delta and Beta’s tells, notice even small things like their lingering, and would at least be able to tell that they want something—and can either ask directly (perhaps instead just asking them if he can have a hug, rather then having them ask for it), or just wait for them to feel ready to.