#it was a very funny evening its like trying to give a cat a bath

[strawberryblue-blog]

summary: request

warnings: yes. +18. smut, p in v, blowjob, jealousy, Pedri being overprotective and possessive, etc.

words count: +2.7k

#SEXYNOTE: I hope you enjoy it 💌

The movie was playing on the TV as you watched, it was late at night and you had decided to stay home today to have a movie date. But your attention wasn't fully on the movie when your phone vibrated and you quickly went to check what it was about.

To your surprise it was a message from Gavi, your boyfriend's best friend, who had sent you a tiktok video. You opened it curiously and a laugh came out of your mouth when you saw a video of a cat playing and jumping until it fell.

Pedro watched the whole sequence next to you and his blood boiled to see you so entertained with the message while you answered something funny to Gavi. He He had never seen you so confident as you send funny videos to each other and reply.

"Isn't the movie funny enough that you're walking around laughing with your phone?" he asked as he saw you still smiling at the screen.

"It's just a tiktok" you said simply not giving it a thought.

"From who?" he questions watching you.

"From Pablo" you mumble without giving it importance.

"From Pablo..." he repeats again and you look up.

In his voice you could notice some irony and the way he emphasized his friend's name let you know he was jealous of him. You had been dating for a few months and had never talked about your friendly relations, yet you and Pablo had always been close as friends. Since he was very close to Pedri, you guys obviously got along very well.

"Why is Gavi sending you a message?" he insisted rejoining you in his place.

You frowned in confusion but from his face you could tell he was serious.

"Because we are friends" you answered sincerely.

"He's not your friend" he answered quickly to your words.

Of course he was. Gavi was your friend but that's all he was.

What was wrong with him? Couldn't you talk to Gavi? He was having an annoying attitude. There was nothing you were hiding, Gavi was your friend and it wasn't the first time you had sent funny videos to each other.

It was obvious he was jealous and he had never behaved like that before with any guy but Gavi, so this was something totally new in your relationship. Although you have to admit that seeing him nay jealous made you curious and you were going to try it out.

"We're always talking" you said playing innocent and you saw how his body tensed up.

His face no longer looked calm and relaxed like a few minutes ago, now he was angry and that made you feel different. So you planned to keep provoking him some more until you saw where it went.

"What's wrong?" you asked sarcastically. "You don't talk to him all day?"

"But he's MY friend" you spat tensely, emphasizing the word 'my'.

"He's my friend too" you retorted facing him.

Again his muscles tensed and he cocked his head to the side. He was jealous. Too jealous. And you found that totally encouraging, you liked that he felt jealous for you. You hid a smile by biting your lip lightly. His hair a little damp from the bath he had taken a few moments ago, his neck was starting to turn a little red from anger, on his forehead a vein was marked.

"And you'd rather talk to him than spend time with me?" he says offended as his eyes turn dark.

You died your lip hiding another amused smile when his reproach made you die of love. His face was serious as ever and at the same time he looked so tender and protective.

"It was just a message, Pedro" you say wanting to get up from your place but his hands stop you and make you sit down in front of him again.

"You're mine" he murmured firmly.

One of his hands rested on your thigh and you trembled as you felt its touch. He said it with a certain hint of possession and you loved that. He had never behaved like this before and although you loved the gentle and charming Pedri, this version of him was starting to grow on you even more.

He takes the phone from your hands and locks it, tossing it somewhere on the couch. You groan as his hands move you towards him and his body is over yours.

"You're mine, Y/n" he repeats again and your hands hold his waist teasing him.

One of his knees makes room on your legs and brushes against your crotch making you gasp. His eyes pierce yours as you bite your lip. You are so much his that you don't even have to think about it, just by looking at the way you are now anyone could tell that only he can get you like this.

"Say it, baby girl" he asks when his nose brushes yours.

"I'm yours, Pedri" you say without preamble. You are eager under his body and even though you want to keep fighting you are already horny enough and you can't go on.

Your mission is already accomplished, you have just awakened his worst version and you love it so much. You never liked Pablo, nor any of his friends, you don't even find them handsome, obviously they are cute and nice people but if you're with Pedri it's for a reason. On the other hand, you are in love with Pedri González.

He drives you crazy every second that passes. You're wrapped in his shell, you can't escape his aura.

"I'm so hot" you say suddenly. Pedri smiles a little. "Touch me" you ask in a plea.

You have no shame whatsoever, you are tired of pretending that everything was fine between you when all you wanted was to fuck your boyfriend. Pedri seems to like your initiative because his fingers caress your skin when you sigh.

You have never been so direct and dirty like this, even you are surprised to hear you but the situation warranted it and you were in need of him. You needed to take advantage of this Pedri, who was driving you crazy. This facet was also new to you and you were eager for both of you to feel new things.

"You don't deserve it" he whispers as his lips almost touch yours but don't.

"Tell me what I do to make it right" you plead before him.

"Will you be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth?" he murmurs when you pull away from him.

You nod barely as his lips impact yours and he kisses you savagely, dirty and hard. The heat begins to burn between your legs and his hands squeeze your ass as yours slip into his shirt, touching his hard abdomen.

Gasps begin to decorate the atmosphere as you kiss fiercely and caress each other over your clothes, it begins to be torturous and even painful. His touch is hot as embers on your skin and you want to tear off all his clothes. You are very anxious.

When you feel you can't get any wetter, you get even wetter at the thought of Pedri fucking your mouth. His words are fire to your crotch and you sigh biting your lip. If you want it. You need him. You want to make him feel good.

"The only thing I want is to see you on your knees between my legs while you please me here" he murmurs so mercilessly that you gasp at the imagination.

The way the color of his eyes changed when he saw you accept was so magical it makes you want to get started on your task. So when you help him remove his shirt, Pedri quickly takes your mouth again, kissing you as one of your hands goes to his pants. Your fingers caress his bulge over his pants listening to him moan and grunt into your mouth.

You are anxious to touch him but you want to take the time to memorize every second of pleasure and concentrate on making him feel good. His hands caress your breasts, squeezing them a little over your shirt, you agaredeces that you don't have a bra on because when his fingers find your nipples, they are already ready to be squeezed and Pedri gently kneads them.

"If you want me to forgive you and fuck your perfect pussy you have to give me a little motivation first" he whispers dirty with a hungry look and you swallow saliva excitedly.

You're eager for him to fuck you so you're up for anything tonight.

The scene of jealousy made you both excited, both of you about to lose your minds. It was the first time you saw Pedri so possessive and toxic with you and you loved it.

He gets up to take off his pants and you help him take off the rest of his pants. You help him take off the rest of his clothes while you start leaving little kisses on his abs, leaving traces of your mouth on his body. Your lips feel warm on his smooth skin as you take all the time in the world until you reach the edge of his underwear. You can see his bulge getting bigger and bigger, making you feel desperate to have him in your mouth, so you don't take long to help him stand naked in front of you.

When his cock is in front of you, you notice how erect it is and your stomach churns. You are eager and ready to take him. You take the opportunity to push his body and Pedri falls back on the couch, you move closer to him to kiss him on the lips while your hand takes the base of his cock and starts massaging it gently. His moans become deeper, so much so that they sound like music to your ears because you know he is enjoying it and that encourages you to continue. You kneel between his legs and hold his cock in your hands, wanting to take it quickly.

You moisten your lips to kiss the tip delicately as you stroke his balls a little to tease him. His grunts were loud, hard against his throat, making you feel your torture having an effect on him. You take it upon yourself to put it a little inside your mouth, moistening his skin and tasting a little. You're really eager to give him the best blowjob of his life and you get going, driving it deep inside your cavity. Your tongue massages the tip while your lips suck around it and you bite down on a few occasions as her hands settle at the base of your hair, sinking her fingers into it. The pressure in your hair, lets you know he is beginning to enjoy it, as he grunts and pulls you along.

Her moans are a melody, even some dirty curses come from her lips as she shudders. Your hands are resting on his thighs as you continue to suck his cock viciously, roughly and passionately. Pedri can't stop moaning at the image of you, kneeling between his legs with his cock deep in your mouth, pleasuring him while he just watches you from there. You have nothing to envy when your view is also magnificent. He's lying on the couch, his thighs taut, his skin sweaty and his chest heaving as he gasps in pleasure at your handiwork, making you feel powerful.

"Keep it up, baby" he gasps as you notice his breathing quicken. "I'll finish in your mouth and you'll swallow it all, got it, gorgeous?" he says, his voice cracking.

You barely nod with his cock inside your mouth as you keep sucking and bobbing your head. The way his fingers pull at your hair is really sensual, how he moans and gasps as the reflection of the night falls on his body, his scarred abdomen contours with each contraction. Dirty noises echo in the room, your crotch throbs with arousal and Pedri's moans fuel your need for him.

You want him to finish inside your mouth, inside you, on you, you want to have him in every possible way, you want to feel him, you want to see him writhing with pleasure. So you keep moving your mouth over his cock, the noises are dirty, the atmosphere sticky, you keep stroking his testicles a few times as your tongue draws patterns on his cock.

"Fuck, baby" he moans as his hands guide you over his manhood, searching for his spot and fucking your mouth desperately.

He is so deep inside your throat that you are short of breath for a few moments and it makes you gasp as you feel him pounding inside you. You feel his hot liquid on your mouth as an almost screaming moan comes from Pedri's mouth and his movements are slow, as he trembles and gasps loudly as he feels the orgasm. His sighs are violent, trying to catch his breath, his cheeks are red and you can see his smile appear on his lips.

You finally pull away from his cock and swallow his fresh cum in your mouth, savoring the taste of it as if it were your favorite dish. He smiles as he watches you and you stand up from your spot to catch your breath and prepare for what's next. Pedri sighs as he wipes his sweat from his brow and licks his lips in exhaustion.

"You did great, honey" he murmurs as you stand between his legs again.

You move closer to him and start kissing him, hard and hot, missing his taste as his hands help you unfasten your pajama pants and remove his T-shirt. You are so sensitive that when his hands brush against your body, you gasp in desperation. You're dying for him to fuck him.

"This pussy is completely mine, you know that?" he gasps as he slides your panties and pants off, removing them. "You're completely mine, gorgeous" he murmurs as his hands press your face carefully.

You remove your own clothes leaving you naked in front of him and his gaze makes you feel desirous. You can't hold on any longer, you need him so fucking bad. You immediately mount him while his kisses caress your shoulders, biting and playing with your skin. Your legs are at his sides and you grab the base of his cock, hardened again and plunge it deep inside you with your hips, feeling his cock thrust deep into your wet walls. You moan as you close your eyes as you feel his greatness take place in your vagina, you quickly search for his gaze but it's impossible to keep your eyes open when you feel him so deep inside you.

You begin to move gently, trembling and panting, as his hands grab your ass and squeeze it tightly making you moan. His eyes haven't stopped looking at you while yours haven't either and it feels so intimate and sensual.

The feeling of seeing him so possessive, remarking what you are his and his overprotective attitudes have made you feel like you have never felt before and you are more than sure that your whole being belongs to him.

"I'm yours, Pedri" you whisper in front of him as your hips begin to move faster on him.

Now you are both skin to skin as you kiss fiercely, panting and caressing each other and you moan into his mouth unable to silence your moans. Your arms hold onto his strong shoulders as you move up and down on him, riding him perfectly. Your eyes connect with his and he smiles to see you so focused on pleasure, wrapping his arms around your waist to help you move on him.

His kisses spill over your neck, chest and breasts. He takes it upon himself to bite your skin and leave hickeys for you to cover tomorrow as your nails sink into his skin. You can't stop jumping on his cock as his fingers play with your nipples, squeeze and caress them.

You feel so full, so satisfied, so hot.

"I'm going to leave marks on you, baby" he murmurs panting as you jump on him. "Gavi will see them and know who the fuck you belong to" he says again and you cry out as you feel his teeth mark your skin.

An electric current shoots through your body and you arch your back full of pleasure.

"Oh my god" you moan needily as the pleasure builds in your belly.

"That's it, baby" he murmurs as your movements are violent, erratic.

Your walls begin to squeeze his hot cock, which begins to swell inside you as you continue to move hard. Your hands grip tightly on his shoulders as his lips bite into your neck, quieting his moans a little.

"Fuck, Pedri" you scream as you feel the spasms in your body.

A disgusting scream comes from deep in your throat as you clench your legs around him and tremble over his body. Pedri gasps loudly as he comes inside you, for the second time, filling you with his essence. You feel his cum trickle down your thighs as you begin to slow your movements, taking a big breath of air after your wonderful orgasm.

Sighs are heard in the room as you try to catch your breath, you are lying on your body, while he is still inside you and his seed is still running down your thighs. You are too tired to move, too exhausted after so much.

His arms go around your back and help you, taking you in his arms gently. You have just experienced a new stage of you that took you to a level of passion and pleasure you had never tried and you were both happy about it.

"Let me take care of you, baby" he whispers kissing your forehead when you can barely nod. "Serves you right for a good girl" he smiles as he makes his way to his room.

[brainrotbabe24]

Thorins company and a reader who travels with pets?? Birds, bats, lizards, SNAKES, CATS, TIGERS???

Hi!! Okay, so I immediately thought of them with a tiger and based this on that idea lol! Idk just the idea of the dwarves interacting with a giant tiger is so funny to me lol! 😂💖 Thank you!!

Balin: Balin isn't particularly interested in animals. He might give your pet the occasional scratch or pat on the head, but besides that, he doesn't pay much attention to them. But what would be the cutest is if he falls asleep next to the furry creature, and they end up snuggling. It's rare but very cute! 

Dwalin: Dwalin has a soft spot for animals. When no one is looking, he will baby-talk your big cat in the cutest voice, showering them with praise and love. You might catch him saying, "Oh, what a good boy!💖You killed those orcs perfectly. Who is the cutest ever!" 

Óin: Oin would be interested in observing your pet like a scientist. He would ask you questions, take samples, and even offer to clean its teeth or give it a bath. He wants to learn more about how a wild animal acts so docile. 

Glóin: Gloin is unsure, perhaps cautious. He isn't used to wild animals being pets and would be wary that it would kill the group as soon as it had the chance. He would keep himself far away and make sure his weapons were ready at any moment. 

Bifur: He would give your tiger so many kisses! He's the type who would let the pet lick his face and wouldn't mind if it got a little too close for comfort. Bifur just can't get enough of them!

Bofur: Bofur would come up with nicknames for your pet. It would be a running joke that he greets you and your pet with new, crazy, incredibly long, and ridiculous names. "Morning y/n! Morning Mr.Fluffy sparkle butt!" 

Bombur: Bombur would be terrified! It's such a large creature compared to dwarves, so he would be scared of being eaten. You would make him faint if you cleaned the tiger's teeth and were basically crawling in its mouth to get to the molars.

Ori: Ori would be very curious about your pet! He's never seen a wild animal be so tame and trained. He'd bombard you with questions and would eagerly ask Dori and Nori if they could adopt one, too.

Dori: Like Balin, Dori is indifferent. If the animal showed interest in him, he would acknowledge it but wouldn't go out of his way to play with the tiger. I feel like he would be allergic, too, lol 

Nori: Nori would try to teach your tiger tricks. He would try to teach them to give him a paw and roll over. He'd take pride in getting the animal to obey his commands. I could also see Nori praising it even when it was misbehaving..he loves the naughtiness. 

Thorin: Thorin respects your skills in training a wild animal. He finds it impressive and valuable to the company. He might not say it openly, but he is more at ease with you and your pet tiger. You also remind him of Dáin with his war pigs! 

Kíli: Kili would adore your tiger He would constantly give it snuggles and scratches, quickly becoming the animal's favorite due to his affection. You could not separate the two!!! They would do everything together, even sleep in a dog pile, lol! 

Fíli: Like Kili, Fili would love the animal. There is an instant bond between the two; your pet might listen to him more than you lol! Fili would also sneak treats over to it every night. 

Bilbo: Bilbo would be nervous around your tiger. He would be super anxious around it and would stand far away. You'd have to coax him to come closer so you could introduce him to your pet. For example, if you asked him to feed it, he would hold the food out at arm's length, hoping the animal wouldn't eat his arm. 

Gandalf: Gandalf is well acquainted with wild animals. Animals gravitate towards him, so your pet would love him. He gives off the vibe of a Steve Irwin. He is friends with moths, eagles, and many other creatures in Middle Earth.

[r0t-t1ngxeyy]

Tw: Loli/shotacon, proship, Levi x Luke, Dark romance/abuse/kidnapping, NSFW!!! and

the Lollipop joke..

Im not letting anyone in this fandom forget those two obey me fanfics on ao3 from like 2?? Years ago. Please tell me I'm not the only one who remembers them?? It was such a big thing for the fandom, Im so glad I read them before they got deleted because the memory is soo FUNNY HELP ?? I need opinions on these two fics, if anyone actually remembers them:(

Dia x Luci : The Red Means I love you

ABSOLUTELY TRAUMATIZING SHIT BRO WHAT IN THE DARK ROMANCE?? wouldn't even call that romance it was such a hard read. Stumbling across videos of it made on tiktok was probably the worst event that I experienced 👽 ON MY MOTHER THE SCENES WERE SO UNNECESSARY (but the adrenaline rush was pretty good ngl)

I read through that with my heart dropping with each new chapter bro?? I couldn't even read through the entire story. I'm pretty sure it's deleted now cus I've been searching for it to make a whole OM fandom lore post but heyy

To sum it up for the people who were fortunate enough to not read it;

Diavolo kidnaps Lucifer, and keeps him in some cage/almost prison cell area. I think he's chained up to the ceiling, I'm not so sure. It starts off with Dia being nice I think, trying to gain Lucifers trust and eventually have him submit but that shit doesn't work and all of hell releases. Lucifer endures some physical and sexual abuse and attempts to escape. But before he successfully escapes,he bumps into Barbatos who offers to help him

He does not help him. Infact, he locks him back up and informs Diavolo.

What the fuck

The most notable things I believe Dia did was clip lucifer's wings?? And pulled out his teeth (i think Barbatos actually did that I'm not so sure). But I can't really explain how gruesome and detailed the writing was. What's worse is that it also included how the brothers were reacting to Lucifer just disappearing. Very interesting fic, story wise it was fine and well written. It's just the plot in general was what the actual fuck??

LEVI X LUKE : i forgor the title and I'm very relieved that I did

VERY UNCOMFORTABLE READ BTW!! i hated summing this up so much

An absolute wreck, these fanfics were so well written I can't even hate the authors for what they did (the Dia x Luci one didn't deserve any hate imo, but this one?? Holy fucking shit??) This fic was so out of pocket, it ruined the way I saw Levi for a good while.

P.s!! Not the same author!!

WHAT I RECALL!!! aka summary?? Kinda...

So I think Simeon called Levi to look after Luke? Which is really fucking weird because Luke is an angel, sure he's depicted as a kid but if Micheal chose him to follow Simeon down to the Devildom for the exchange program then I'm pretty damn sure he can at least take care of himself without adult Supervision, but whatever. Nice plot, I hate it

Levi was totally against the babysitting thing and actually disliked having to look after Luke

Until

At some point, Luke wants to take a bath and Levi's like suree okay.

THEN ACCOMPANIES HIM TO GIVE HIM THE SAID BATH??? Obviously that's where this all downplays from what could've potentially been a found family fic to some proship shotacon fic. Levi gives him the bath and Luke gets

turned on... (I hate typing this out so much)

So, Levi gives him head. I fucking hate this with burning passion :(((

His mouth 'pops' when he stops which reminds him of a Lollipop!! And I quote this from memory:

Kinda like a Lollipop. Heh.. Loli.

I hate this fanfic so much, I don't claim it in this fandom,its a fic not a fanfic👽👽👽

And yeah, the rest of the story went on with Levi doing that bullshit!!! I don't think I read through the entire thing because curious kills the cat. I just saw some tiktok post about it and decided hey!! Im gonna look for it and read it.

I would've been fine without reading this fic, ever, i would've turned out the same as I am today LMAOO

[alexiela73]

hi! i just read the headcanon on how the noodles will act around genji and hanzo’s s/o, but how would they act around their children? thank you in advance and much love from denmark!

This feels like a part 2 or 3, really

Genji:

Every since Genji's twin boys were born, Soba has taken it as her personal mission to be their guardian

Genji knew that someday, the boys dragons would awaken- but until then, Soba had it all figured out

When the twins were small, Soba would steal one of the babies and put them in the same crib so she could curl around both of them without having to divide her attention

She actually had a habit of stealing them a lot

Often you or Genji would find the kids in odd places- her favorite sunbathing spot, her hideout beneath the bed

As they grew, Soba did too

The twins would often ride on her back. Its because of Soba that the twins learned how to crawl, as she would often wiggle her way across the carpet like a snake in order to make them want to follow her

The one time you let her go to the playground when they were toddlers, Soba nearly had a heart attack as the two were trying to climb the stairs or go down the slide. She couldn't keep up with them

When the kids were in kindergarten, Genji's sons brought her for show and tell, and everyone thought she was a blepping dragon stuffy

Once fought a cat out of fear for the kids lives

When their dragons awaken, it takes awhile for her to let go, as she is very attached to them

The kids always pet her goodbye before school for good luck

Thank god you got pregnant again, because Soba was dying to have another baby to love

Hanzo:

The two of you only ever had one baby

When you gave birth to Hanzo's precious baby girl, the noodles didn't know what to do with her

It was funny- they had been so protective of you while you were pregnant, but once they saw what they'd been protecting, they couldn't figure her out

Hanzo found Udon bapping the babies forehead, much like a cat pawing something new- luckily with no claws

Admittedly, at first he thought that they were going to hurt her- he found Ramen sleeping almost completely over her face the second day after she was born

You had to give them lessons on how to act around the baby- the noodles finally realized sitting on her face was, as you described it, not polite

They started joining the baby in her little portable rocking swing during her naps, and the two would lay crossed over each other with their foreheads resting on either side of her head

The more attached they got, the more they couldn't stand to be away from her

The two of them helped her learn how to stand- one noodle on either side of her, her chubby little hands on their backs

The noodles often try to steer her away from trouble- open toilets, stairs, and even go as far as to clear toys out of her way when she walks

If she falls, they leap beneath and squeak when she lands on them

They sleep with her at night, often the choice of bedtime story in some form or another for her

Udon always takes baths with her, while Ramen will go to school hidden in her backpack

As she grows older, when her dragon awakens, the two take it upon themselves to raise the dragon to protect her, knowing that even though she is their baby, that they must pass on the torch

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Seen & Heard || Chapter 1/2

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: training fight description, but nothing serious Wordcount: 4015 Summary: The most important thing in any relationship is to be seen and heard for who you actually are. -----------------------------------------------

Some of the best moments shared with her were when they were just hanging out together. Kurt watched the clouds lazily roll on by in the blue sky above, both mutants with their backs against one of the walls of the mansion that currently enjoyed some lovely shade. He heard a slight groan besides him, and Kurt's eyes instinctively flicked over to his friend.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Miranda muttered, trying to ignore the cramping feeling in the lower half of her torso, "it's fine; same nonsense every month. You’d think being a mutant and the “next step in evolution” would mean the higher forces that made us would update some of the previous poor biological design choices like this fucking blood moon cycle every month, but no.”

She watched as he processed what she was saying, with him looking away in ever so slight embarrassment when it clicked what she was talking about. Not that it was anything to really be embarrassed about, but he could only imagine how annoying it was. “Sorry about that.”

“Eh, it’s whatever; you get used to it,” she pushed herself back up a little, thinking for a second before rolling her head over to him and giving him a small grin, “you wanna see my cat summoning spell?"

"Your what?"

"You heard me. Watch,” pushing herself off the wall, Miranda wandered off to sit down near the rosebushes. Kurt just waited where he stood; a few moments later did he hear the soft thud of something landing after jumping from the roof. A black feline immediately trotted over to where she sat and all but dove straight into her lap, curling up with a purr so loud Kurt could hear it from where he was standing. He couldn't help but laugh, walking over to the two and looking at her with a smile.

"Quite the summoning spell."

"Isn't it?" Miranda agreed, softly petting the cat that only resulted in louder purring, "yeah, you're the best little lawnmower that won't start, aren't you Noctis?"

Kurt only laughed more at that, the comparison both accurate and funny. He then looked at Miranda, tilting his head; "Noctis?"

"Yeah. He reminds me of... the night sky," the pause in her words was odd, as if she had intended to say something else but didn't. For a moment the only sound heard was the loud purring of the black cat in her lap.

"Comfy?"

"Very. This," she pointed at Noctis with her free hand, "is a better hot water bottle than an actual hot water bottle."

He was glad it seemed to help her, quietly watching the scene in front of him as Noctis settled in Miranda’s lap- and then he felt something approach. Or rather, something was approaching his tail; a part of him that sometimes seemed to just react on its own accord and it instinctively moved away from something reaching out to it. He looked over his shoulder, turning around more to look at the reddish brown feline frozen in place with one paw outstretched.

".... Can I help you?"

Big green eyes stared at him as if the cat was offended he even asked, pulling the paw back and bathing it with their tongue as if that had been the actual intent all along. The same green eyes looked over at Noctis, with an enormous sense of disdain at his display of affection to Miranda. Kurt couldn't keep a chuckle in, crouching down to the other cat. He reached a hand out to the cat, slowly, that was met with a rather haughty little sniff.

"C'mon, I promise I ain’t that bad," Kurt softly reassured, lightly turning his head to Miranda as he heard her laugh while she quickly tried to stifle it behind her hand.

"Sorry," she said, failing at keeping the sound of joy and amusement out of her voice, "whenever you turn German flavored Southern it's both so cute and so obviously Rogue shining through in your mannerisms."

Distracted as he was by Miranda, there was a weight on his shoulder and a slightly wet snoot suddenly pressed up against his cheek- he could hear the feline still sniffing at him curiously. But when he turned back to look at the cat, the feline in question turned their head away with only the very tip of their tail slightly moving back and forth. Kurt just shook his head with an amused smile, very slowly reaching a hand out to the ruddy feline on his shoulder.

“I’d be careful if I were you; don’t push your luck with Autumn. She doesn’t do much with me but stare like I owe her money, an apology for stealing Noctis’ attention away from her, or both,” Miranda dryly remarked, petting the black feline in her lap who was still purring up a storm and nuzzling into her stomach, “try not to get scratched because she on a whim decides she doesn’t want to be touched actually.”

It didn’t deter Kurt in the slightest as he very gently started to scratch the cat on his shoulder behind her ear. Autumn seemed to shudder every so slightly and quickly, before her big green eyes slowly blinked shut and the kitty silently leaned into the touch, turning her head just a little so the scratching actually got to an itchy spot she couldn’t reach.

“See, you do want affection,” Kurt said with a smirk, “you just don’t want to be obvious about it like your loudly purring friend in Miranda’s lap.”

“Mh.. reminds me of someone I know,” Miranda responded, feeling Kurt’s tail very lightly brush over her arm and immediately knowing he was trying to soothe her. She just focused on Noctis, gently scratching him under his chin and laughing softly as the cat just seemed to never want to cease the incredibly loud purring that came out of the comparatively small body. Kurt felt his heart flutter ever so slightly at the sound of her laughter. He pulled his hand back from the cat on his shoulder, and Autumn shook her head rapidly- had she been wearing a bell on a collar it would’ve sounded off like mad. Instead, the cat just looked at Kurt when the mutant made a soft kissing noise at her, pressing her little cat snoot against his cheek as almost a kiss in response.

“She likes you,” Miranda noted, “guess you have your own brand of cat magic in you.”

The warmth in her voice simply made his heart melt. It seemed like a perfect moment to have a deeper conversation about a lot of things on his mind, the soft serenity provided by the feline companions creating an atmosphere where it almost seemed right to say just about anything if only he dared to.

He didn’t, somewhat relieved when the watch looking device on his wrist played a little call tune signaling someone was trying to establish a connection. With a singular button press, a little hologram emerged.

“Ja, Scott?”

“I need your input on our next mission plan, Kurt. Meet me in the Professor’s office as soon as you’re able to.”

“Understood, give me a few minutes,” and with that he ended the call, gently taking the cat off his shoulder and setting her down besides Miranda, where Kurt had to try to not laugh at the immediate contempt the ruddy feline once more showed at the black cat still snuggled up to Miranda, “I’ve got to go. Are we still on for that training session next Friday at eleven?”

“Of course. Go, before Scott marks you tardy or something. He seems the type.”

“He really isn’t,” Kurt grinned, before teleporting off, leaving Miranda with the cats. The mutant turned her head, green feline eyes meeting her equally green ones. “One day you’ll stop staring at me as if I offended seven branches of your ancestry with my mere presence, surely,” Miranda dryly remarked, as Noctis finally got out of her lap just enough to boop his snoot against Autumn’s which was met with a very soft, little “mrr” from the latter.

-

"You must be really comfortable if you’re sleeping against an actual bear.”

As Kurt approached the two sitting in the middle of the danger room lounging about on the floor after their training. Miranda was indeed sitting with her back in the thick fur of the bear mutant, opening one eye as Nightcrawler came close. He watched her and the ursine she was propped up against curiously, while Miranda just shut her eye again.

"Yup. Rest break after sparring."

"You sparred with a bear?"

She felt the bear shift, resting its massive head on her shoulder with a questioning huff and smirked herself as she lightly patted it on the cheek away from her; "mhhm. Best way to practice dodging incoming danger is by getting charged by this big fella. Right, Ber?"

A big rumble of agreement came out of the big fuzzy bear before opening his mouth in a yawn, and Kurt drew back ever so slightly at the mere size of the teeth on display. Miranda however didn't move a muscle, not even opening an eye, and in her calm, unimpressed in the slightest body language Kurt sensed a deep level of trust in her friend. He tilted his head, tail swinging back and forth inquisitively as it was a curious sight.

"Wow. I think the only one as comfortable with such large teeth near their face is Logan. And he has the luxury of regeneration."

Opening the same eye once more, Miranda grinned and threw her free hand up in a peace sign; "skill issue, I guess."

Kurt couldn't help but laugh a little at that, further mesmerized by how Miranda just didn't care; not about the size of  the bear mutant she was currently using as a throw pillow, not about how Beast or Morph looked in the forms they preferred- not even about how non-human he looked. His heart softened slightly at the last notion. There was something strangely comforting about how she never seemed to bat an eye at physical mutations.

"I hope you two didn’t break the danger room in your dodge practice. I have to go get some proper clothes on if I’m going to be in here for our training, Miranda. So give me like, five minutes or so?”

"Sure. Takes more effort to break the danger room than setting a bear loose in it.”

Said bear huffed as Kurt left, suddenly intently sniffing at Miranda's hair until she pushed him away a little, opening both her eyes and half turning to him.

"What?" she got a huff in response, more sniffing at her; when she thought about it a moment longer, she put two and two together.

"If you're wondering why my usual beachy scent is merged with sulphur, it's because Nightcrawler is my way out of actual dicey situations. I can't exactly teleport dodge anything on my own; you heard what happened with the Sentinel," she swore the bear was using rather human expressions when it almost seemed to raise an eyebrow at her, "don't give me that look." As the bear moved up, she leaned forward, lowering herself fully onto the floor as the ursine changed back into his human form. “Right,” the warm and low tone of the man’s voice did little to hide the fact that he didn’t fully believe her claim, “should you really be doing two trainings back to back like this, though?”

“I’ll be fine, Ber; why do you think I planned this in such a way that I had ten minutes of leisure time before my second training? It’s not that back to back.”

“Oh, just to snuggle with my bear form, surely,” Ber laughed, the sound low, hearty and contagious to the point that she started laughing with him. “One of these days I will lure Beast out of that lab of his, I will hug him, and then I will have it confirmed three times over that furry mutants like yourself and our blue friends all feel like teddy bears to snuggle with. You know, for science; three times is a pattern.” “Can’t wait to read that peer reviewed essay; the difference between messing around and doing science is writing it down, after all. I better get going; Ebak and Shadow are waiting for me, and you clearly have something on your schedule as well.” Miranda got up and waved casually as Ber left, doing some warming up stretches before grabbing her weapon of choice off the rack. With a subtle flick of the wrist she twirled the wooden staff around, approaching one of the training dummies in the room to get a bit of practice in. A few moments after her friend had left, Kurt teleported back into the danger room, holding back for a second just to watch her. She looked beautiful to him no matter what conditions the light had around her. In the colder light of this room she was as stunning as she was in the warm glow of the natural sun. His yellow eyes watched her every move, the gradual increase of speed and strength in her strikes; the practiced grace and ease with which she wielded the weapon even when she fell out of proper form and started improvising on how and where to hit. He shook the thought of, trying to stop his tail from wagging lest she turned around to catch him staring and have it betray his emotions.

Miranda had gotten so much better at finding her own fighting style since she had arrived at the mansion months ago, and Kurt wished he could claim most of the proper techniques she learned came from him. But Miranda trained often with Gambit, and just as frequently with her own team as she did with him these days. Speaking of training, though...

"Would you like an actual sparring partner?" he purred as he approached her, to which she turned around and gave him a soft smile, “seriously, a real enemy unfortunately won’t have the decency to remain stationary."

"Fair point. You want to grab your swords from over there, then?"

"Eh... nein" Kurt admitted quietly, "you've gotten a lot better, but I don't quite want you getting involved in one of my swordfights just yet."

I don't want to hurt you.

"The same opponent who won't be stationary won't have the decency to not stab me either, y'know?" Miranda dryly remarked, and Kurt had to concede she had a point. He wanted to say so, but he got caught in the deep emerald green eyes where a lingering sense of mischief was shining through, "how about you and I make a deal? If I win this fight, you have to bring your swords to the next training session."

"And if I win?"

"Well, then you decide when swords get introduced to our trainings, obviously," Miranda said with a grin on her face.

"... Deal."

As soon as the word left his mouth Miranda vanished from sight, taking- her weapon along with her? Kurt knew the staff was made of wood, but Miranda hadn't informed him that she could now take it along under her veil of invisibility. Despite really perking up his ears for it, deeply focusing on the sounds in his surroundings, he simply couldn't here where she was.

"You know what does kind of disturb me about your power?" Kurt asked, trying to phrase it gently as he knew Miranda wasn’t exactly the most thrilled of the bunch about the gift the x-gene had handed her, "that not even I can hear where you are."

"Blessed with soft feet," Kurt startled as she was suddenly back in view on his right side, calmly leaning on his shoulder as she spoke in a very soft tone, "if I don't want to be heard, you won't hear me. Call that whatever you want; haunting, disturbing… Gambit has taken to calling me ‘fifolet,’ and from what he told me that’s pretty much just a will-o-wisp."

She vanished again and he could only momentarily get a feel for where she was as he felt her pass gracefully with her back touching his as she was using him as a guiding line. But as soon as she reached his left side and let go, she vanished completely- he could again no longer tell where she was in correlation to anything in the room until one of the training dummies was twirled in some different direction.

“But I think you would call it a poltergeist,” her disembodied voice called and hauntingly echoed in the room, completely disorienting Kurt as he looked around in all different directions for what felt like minutes on end, until a sharp whistle drew his eye to one of the construction looking set pieces of the room. She sat on the wooden walkway, casually waving at him from her high perch.

"Hello."

"How did you even get up there?"

She just smirked at him, twirling the staff in her hand as if she was wielding an oversized baton; "I have my ways."

"Be that as it may, you're not exactly fighting me. You're just avoiding the confrontation," Kurt remarked, tail lightly swishing around as his yellow eyes were firmly on her. A far more mischievous grin appeared on her face before she vanished, giving Kurt all but five minutes to respond before she actually engaged herself in the combat.

Truth to be told, it was hard to fight someone he couldn't see and didn't hear. Having nothing but his own intuition to depend on Kurt wasn't exactly dodging or blocking the blows from her weapons like he wanted to, nor the kicks from her feet as she pushed him off balance that way. On pure instinct alone he pulled his tail out of her reach, hissing slightly in the direction he had sensed her reaching from- only to feel a light tap on his right shoulder that he immediately turned towards.

"On your left,” the haunting, whispered tone with which those words left her mouth genuinely sent a shiver down his spine as he flung himself back around in the direction her voice was coming from. It genuinely felt like he was up against a ghost that was deliberately messing with him; and how was anyone supposed to beat a ghost?

He hopped backwards, trying to create some distance between her and himself. Okay, this wasn't actually as easy as he had imagined, and on some level he was glad it wasn't because it showed how much she had learned. Letting out a deep sigh, he shut his eyes; trying to quiet his own mind as it was rackingly trying to find a solution. Taking his sight out of the equation completely, his already sensitive ears sharpened up even more; with that added level he could just about make out her footsteps. They were soft and hard to hear even like this, but he heard them none the less.

So as she approached him once more, his hand reached out and grabbed onto the end of the staff as he even heard that coming towards him. He huffed, the way she held the weapon being so out of proper form it was funny.

"That's not how you've been taught to wield that," and with a hard yank he pulled it out of her grip, the veil of invisibility immediately snapping away from it, "it's not a baseball bat, Süße."

"Give it back," Miranda simply replied, flicking her visibility back on as the advantage of it had been taken away.

"Nein," Kurt replied with a grin of his own, gesturing at her to come and get it if she wanted it back, "I'm not making this easy for you, either."

Miranda stared at him for a moment, probably concocting some kind of plan before she charged at him. The dodging and twirling between them familiar, Kurt truly didn’t have the upper hand like he had in their first training session together. Miranda had gotten quite good at using his techniques against him, but even so actually getting her weapon back was still not easy to accomplish this way as Kurt consistently kept it just out of her reach- then she closed the gap between them and kissed him.

With his brain too thrown for a loop by the sudden display of affection he noticed far too late that she sneakily grabbed onto her weapon, pulling it out of his grip and guiding it along her back. She broke the kiss mere seconds before shoving the staff to him like someone at a snooker table would do to one of the balls in play; and it hit him in the stomach hard enough to actually send him quite a bit backwards.

"Ow. That was hardly fair."

"Whoever told you I fight my fights fairly was lying or doesn't know me even half as well as they claim to. I don't fight to be fair; I fight when I must, and I'll do whatever to get out of a fight alive."

"Mh. You are forgetting one crucial thing though, if you don’t fight fair" Kurt mused as he approached her just a little bit and in the blink of an eye his tail wrapped around one of her ankles, pulling her away and up while he ignored her squeaks and yelps of protest as she was now dangling upside down, "why should I?"

He tossed her straight up only to catch her bridal style when she came down, yanking the staff back with his tail as soon as it was free to do so. Miranda was clearly taken aback by the sudden shift in their fighting as she was once again disarmed but now held even closer in his embrace. As soon as her brain was done processing it, she glared up at him before shoving her elbow into his stomach. It released his grip on her enough to get out of the bridal carry, grabbing his arm and fully pulling him over herself until his body had no choice but to obey to the somersault she threw him into unless he actually wanted to break a bone. He landed on his back on the ground with an oof as the sheer force knocked the wind out of him, and he didn't have enough time to recover before the end of the staff was pointed at his neck.

"You really should listen to Gambit more often, because this isn’t even how unfair I can actually get in a fight. You're lucky I didn't end up biting you like I did to him. Did he never tell you that?"

"... He did," Kurt admitted in a very light daze, holding his hand up in defeat and lightly tapping the end of the staff three times to hand her the victory of the fight. As soon as he did she pulled away, offering a hand to help him back up, "remind me to stay on your good side."

As he let her help him back up, his yellow eyes met her green ones that softened a little now that they were no longer in combat with each other. She closed the gap between them once more, pressing a light kiss to his lips before pulling back, "you already are, the fact that you got out of this unbitten should be proof of- mmhph"

He interrupted her by kissing her a lot more intently, tail wrapping around her waist to pull her in more as the two kisses she initiated had him longing for more of that affection. She matched his energy in a heartbeat, only breaking apart this time when they both desperately needed to breathe.

"And you say I don't play fair," she was breathless yet laughing, the sound lovely and warm to the point it made his heart flutter like it always did to her laughter.

"You clearly don't, Poltergeist," he responded just as breathlessly, stealing another soft, quick kiss.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Heyy ive been stalking your character match ups for a hot second and i would like to request one! Im not exactly sure what all to include so sorry if its a little lackluster :)))

My name is Claire, im 5’2 and midsized. Im 15 turning 16. I have dirty blonde hair that had highlights n copper lowlights :) its a couple inches past my shoulders and its about 2a i would say :) My typical clothes are sporty but im trying to go for a more clean girl/neutral soft girl look more recently. I have blue grey eyes and light freckles on my nose, i wear clear glasses and usually brown mascara!

I enjoy weightlifting, reading, gaming, and sun bathing :) im working as a life guard this summer as i grew up swimming and used to be on a swim team! My friends would describe me as smart, funny, and loud loll, i get very talkative sometimes when im interested! I shut down completely when im upset and i have issues communicating my emotions

I have 3 older brothers who all wrestled, did football, were really jocky so i am used to sibling violence lolll

I wrestle, do softball, and im thinking about joining cross country! Although i have asthmaaa

I think i wouldnt be a soc but i wouldnt be a greaser, i would be an average joe who goes to school with them or met them while hanging out with friends at a diner or something :) my mom would def be a soc and my dad would def be a greaser so have with that how you will :)

I have a black cat i love dearly, shes super sassy and partly feral but i love her :) her name is Noire

I really dont know what else to sayy so yeah :) i hope theres someone compatible with me!

Your Outsiders Ship: Darry Curtis! 

(Ps I do this purely off of someone’s character and even though you mentioned your age, he’s a lot older she would need to be aged up for this or something, but I just don’t really take age into consideration)

Explanation: starting off with your appearance, I think that he would be very attracted to you and love that you were short and he would definitely be the type of guy to use his strength to spin you around like a princess if you were into that or just generally teasing you about being short and you guys would have a major height difference. I would think he would love your hair and highlights are pretty cool and cute and add to your overall appearance. I think he would definitely wait lift with you and he’s not as much into gaming, but I feel like he would read something with you and talk about it with you kind of like your own little miniature book club. He’s into books not as Pony but he’s into them. He’s also a very sported guy and I personally think he probably would’ve done something like wrestling in high school so I think he would love doing that with you and also he would definitely take advantage of the fact that he’s not in your weight class to overpower you and then tease you about it. as for softball, I think he would come to all of your games and be extremely supportive because he did football and he kinda knows how it feels to be on one of those teams and wants to support you as much as possible. I also think that he would think it’s incredibly amazing that your lifeguard would ask a ton if you had any crazy experiences being a lifeguard and I feel like he’s also the type of guy to dramatically drown and then joke about you giving him CPR. As for personality, I think he would find you extremely sweet and I think it’s also important to him to have a partner who is funny because he’s more of a serious guy to balance each other out. So I think you guys would be extremely compatible. He’s also obviously grown up with brothers so I feel like you guys would also talk a lot about your experiences with each other and definitely relate to certain things I feel like that would be one of your main bonding topics that you originally got to know each other over. Yall are cute!

[hrodvitnon]

Writing prompt! While Vivienne probably lived as a peasant scholar most of her life, who’s to say she somehow found herself in a situation somewhat similar to this at some point?

…(also, Ling probably finds the idea of being “kidnapped by a dragon and added to its gold hoard” really hot)

Well, this got away from me! Also I spent way too long trying to figure out what dragon!Vivi could've been doing in the 1530's and what was happening around then and what kind of armor she'd have...

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Turns out even dragons like to veg out in front of the TV now and then; Vivienne reclines back on the sofa to channel surf while Ling settles herself in to cuddle on top of her like an overgrown cat, settling on the History Channel because it's always a riot watching Vivienne angrily spit fire at brain-rotting garbage like Ancient Aliens because "I WAS THERE, DAMN IT!" Fortunately the show currently playing is Forged in Fire, which is good for Vivienne's blood pressure.

Suddenly Ling recalls a particular detail from when she first learned her girlfriend is a dragon. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask. What was that suit of armor in your treasure hoard?"

"The Maximilian plate with the beaked visor, 1536," Vivienne rattles off without blinking. "I got it for my knight job."

"I'm sorry... did you say night, as in after sundown, or knight, as in shining armor?"

"The latter," Vivienne replies, but then purses her lips. "Although, I wasn't officially knighted or anything, I just ran around pretending to be a knight errant for a time. It was all very Don Quixote. I still have my sword, a Zweihänder from Germany! Did you see it?"

"I actually don't remember. You'll have to take me on a proper museum tour next time we go to the hoard." Ling rests her chin on Vivienne's chest and bats her eyelashes. "Did you have a fair maiden to rescue as well?"

"Funny story, that. Do you recall I was apprenticed under Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa until he died? Johann Weyer was my first human friend? 1535, thereabouts?"

"I wasn't alive at the time, but sure."

Vivienne puffs the bangs out of Ling's face with a huff. "Wise-ass. Well, after Master Agrippa passed, Johann left to study medicine in Paris and I wandered around France, heard about all the chivalric romances going on and thought I'd have a go at it. Suppose I was trying to cope with depression over my teacher's death. Anyway, I commissioned an armorer..."

"I was gonna say, did you just happen to snatch up a suit while some poor sir was taking a bath or something?"

"Give me some credit, dear -- I'm a dragon, not a thief. Besides, stealing from a fellow knight wouldn't be at all chivalrous, would it?"

"So how did you end up with a damsel in distress, anyway?" Ling asks, now trying to picture how Vivienne would look in that armor.

"As it happens, my human shape shared just enough resemblance with one of the ladies of the French nobility. There was some confusion and before I knew it people thought Duchess Je Ne Sais Pas was kidnapped or something, which led to her actually getting kidnapped during all the nonsense and led to me donning the armor and chasing after the criminals to save her."

"And you still didn't get properly knighted?" Ling says.

"I was depressed and going through a rather expensive coping mechanism. Besides, I was a scholar -- and turns out horses can smell dragons and don't like being saddled by them. Now, there was this one time I wound up kidnapping a princess during..."

"You kidnapped a princess?!"

"Again, depressed teen dragon. Now, I want to say it was during the Italian War of 1536, '38...? In any case, I wasn't taking my loss well at all, there was a war going on, everything just built up until some nimrod set fire to my hut and I just..."

Vivienne clenches a fist, the skin around her knuckles hardening into reddish scales. Ling is always so fascinated when her lover's draconic nature begins to peek through the glamor, the mixture of familiarity and extraordinary. Vivienne cranes her head back and puffs out a small stream of fire into the air.

"...I rampaged. I'm not proud of it, no matter how young and dumb I was. Johann would've boxed my ears till they bled, said I was too choleric for my own good. In the moment, it just felt good to cut loose and let my wings stretch for a while. Didn't care where I went. I crawled up a tower, found a woman inside. Her name was Margaret. Next thing the poor girl knew, she was stuck in my old treasure hoard while a dragon bawled her eyes out."

Vivienne's eyes don't indicate if she's still bothered by her youthful mistakes (understandable on account of having literal centuries to get over things like that). She doesn't often go into dragon form to take Ling flying, due to not wanting anything to go wrong and their hectic schedules at Monarch, and now there's a particular itch growing in the back of Ling's mind.

"So, how'd Princess Margaret handle it?" Ling breaks the silence. "Because that must've been quite the whiplash."

Vivienne's mouth breaks into a smile. "She actually cheered me up, said that getting grabbed by a dragon like that was the most fun she'd ever had. It turned into a game. Knights started coming in trying to rescue her only for me to scare them off, which was her idea. Eventually the time came for Margaret to return, so I put on my armor and carried her home. I actually felt better after all that."

"...and?"

"And what?"

"What else did you guys do?" Ling quirks up her eyebrows. "Just the two of you, a dragon and a royal captive, all alone in your lair for an extended period of time..."

"Ling, I wasn't in the best place mentally or emotionally, and she was already engaged to marry. I'm pretty sure half the men who tried saving Margaret were hired by her betrothed. Nothing happened."

Ling blows a raspberry through her lips in disappointment and turns to face the TV. Unexpectedly, she feels claws combing through her hair and Vivienne's breath turns hot.

"What would you expect to happen...?" Vivienne husks, her voice turning low and growling, sending shivers down Ling's spine.

She tries to wave it off as just passing curiosity and is about to turn on the news, when the TV is shut off and the remote tossed across the room. Ling valiantly keeps her eyes averted, knowing what will happen once her gaze locks onto Vivienne's while she's letting her inner monster come out to play... not that her resolve hold on for long once the dragon jackknifes and sits up, leaving Ling curled up in her lap, and a thick tail wraps around her in a makeshift cage.

Ling swallows hard.

The dragon purrs, "Where you thinking I might... eat my pretty captive...?"

Ling's fingers dig into Vivienne shoulders; otherwise she'd be gripping those horns growing out from her dark hair. Grabbing those horns and holding on for dear life has become a regular occurrence now that Vivienne's become comfortable enough to bring out the dragon during intimacy.

Those claws run down the small of Ling's back, teasing at her hip, and slide up her thigh. The vibrations from Vivienne's purrs cause Ling to squirm in her lap and she bites her lip to hold back a needy sound when a long, hot tongue flicks at her throat.

"Answer me, Princess," the dragon growls. "Did you think I'd take you to my hoard... tear these bothersome clothes to shreds..." There's a telltale scrape of claws scratching into the fabric of Ling's pants. "...and feast upon you like ambrosia...?"

Ling whimpers and her eyes lock onto Vivienne's glowing green stare, pupils turned into vertical slits that widen once the scent of her arousal hits the beast's nostrils. That tongue slides out to lick pink her chops.

Now the dragon snarls. "Be a good girl and answer me, and I might do just that."

"Yes," Ling gasps.

[vendettamuses]

Fun facts about Morsel

Morsel was incredibly difficult to train. Its owner had to use a lot of lizards and mice to get them to listen

Morsel is younger than Meatball. As a result, it ended up mimicking Meatball since it was introduced to them young. It crawls around on all fours (like a lizard, which is very funny), pushes things with its head, grabs things with its mouth instead of its hands, and screams at a threat rather than making itself look bigger.

Morsel prefers live meat rather than scraps like Meatball. It gets its fix from animals like rats, lizards, fish, birds, deer, raccoons, possums, and anything else it can catch. It doesn't hunt humans like other mimics do.

Morsel is very timid in comparison to other mimics. Rather than hiding to hunt, Morsel has learned to hide to protect itself and rest. It only ever emerges when signaled by Meatball or when its too hungry to sleep.

Morsel prefers to scream and hide from danger, like a Trimming. However, if that danger is posing a threat to Meatball, Morsel's behavior changes. It arches its back to make itself look bigger, or it might even stand and fan its hands out to look much larger like Mimics usually do. It also roars and screams. It won't immediately attack though. Morsel will try to scare the danger off to protect Meatball first. If the situation escalates, only then will Morsel attack by biting and scratching.

Morsel will rarely pursue a threat. It only ever gives chase if the threat is in what it deems to be its territory.

Morsel doesn't chase or attack with the intention of killing. But if the threat in question happens to die as a result of it defending itself, it will not let that meat go to waste.

Morsel loafs like a cat. And Meatball will snuggle into its side.

Morsel is easily distracted by lizards, light glares, and rats.

Morsel has a strange habit of staring up at the night sky.

Like Meatball, Morsel will sometimes be more active at night and stay up screaming into the early hours of dawn.

Due to its altered diet of subsisting on significantly smaller prey, Morsel tends to appear very lazy at times and will spend most of its hours sleeping to conserve energy. If it is well-fed, it becomes more active, alert, and playful.

Morsel is very protective of Meatball and will often carry the Trimming in its mouth or on its back. It stays close to Meatball at all times and maintains the Trimming within its line of sight.

Like Meatball, Morsel is very affectionate and loyal - once you earn its trust. It enjoys cuddling, warm baths, nesting in blankets, being pet, and listening to its owner talk to it. It's smart enough to know its name and come when called and will chirp or chitter as it approaches to let its owner know it is there.

Like Meatball, Morsel has a habit of chewing on non-nutritive substances when bored or overly hungry. It will chew on furniture or blankets to satisfy its urge to chew.

Morsel stretches and licks itself like a cat.

Morsel's yawns are horrifying.

Morsel will contort its body to fit on tiny dog or cat beds.

Morsel has a collar but unlike Meatball's, there is no bell on it. This is to help it hunt. (And also because Meatball chewed it off.)

[icarusredwings]

Ayo, thank you SO much for the mention and really? Sticking me and an expert together? Im honored that I was chosen to distribute information about our hairy, angry man.

And yeah, I think about that shower thing, too. He probably has to bathe in oil stripping soaps like dawn dish washer soap that they use for animals in oil spills and THEN actually shower properly with human soaps.

Younger Logan definitely defines rain as a shower and just shakes his head to get dry, but the older he gets, the more he learns that he should probably take care of himself. Or at least try.

Im not at all questioning the experts authority but on the bit where it says polarbears, was this a mistype or did he say that because I said brown bears. I wasn't aware anything COULD take down a polar bear, esspecially at only 50 pounds.

If this is true, this emphasizes just how scrappy and resourceful they truly are. They remind me of that time I had to capture 5 feral cats, and I looked as if a dog attacked me by the end of it. Couldn't keep a hold on them, constantly in pain. They would attack my face at that and my arms, so I'd let them go. That's VERY, Logan coded if you ask me.

Very demure stuff below:

I know in the comics his hands are always huge, but Hughs hands are so tiny compared to everyone elses, and it's just so funny to think about.

Oh honey, he will definitely be grunting and growling in those comics. Man's vocal with very little to say until you piss him off or your talking about a plan on how to defeat someone.

I need to mention (for charater analysis purposes) that (older, depressed, alone) Logan most likely struggles with food security and probably would give his last piece to a child but at the same time become agressive if someone else tried to take it. Having the security of meals every few hours at the Mansion when living with the Xmen helped a lot, being given food on a schedule helps a lot too but when its just him and all his food has to be bought by himself he gets anxious about it.

"But Forest, why?" I'll tell you why little timmy. This man was born in the 1800s and therefore has fought and survived through multiple famines, including the Great Depression where children given 2 meals a day was considered rich. He's probably so tired of living off of MREs too

Another power he has is animal empathy, so while he definitely can and has hunted his own food, he feels kinda bad about it because animals are the most innocent. He even had mercy on a bear that was trying to hurt him once.

I do like how you mentioned that the fathers do infact come back to their kits, and theres a video of a father teaching his kits how to wrestle, hide in snow, sneak attack etc.

I will say one thing about Logan. He is NOT a deadbeat dad. He does not care if Magento is acting up again. He has a dance recidle to go to! Him and all his damn kids. Mainly daughters.

some notes on wolverines (mustelidae) and Logan

cause new hyperfixation (its been goin on since a few weeks ago). gonna preface this by saying i have only seen the first x-men movie, and whatever else i found on tiktok n tumblr through my hyperfixation hoarding, so if anything is wrong or actually canon (or not canon) I'm sorry

notes under cut:

wolverines, while technically weasels, theyre the largest terrestrial weasel, and can weigh 26-50lbs.

Logan, is 5'3, but weighs at least 300lbs due to the admantium skeleton (195lbs without, meaning this small furry smelly man is just pure bulk)

wolverines are muscular n stocky and have thick fur (also waterproof n oily to prevent frost n such in them harsh canadian forests), are native to canada but can be found in similar environments, and are described as lil balls of violence and are extremely territorial around their food, family, and themselves (only out of necessity in order to survive the winter wastelands they live in). they also lack social skills and pack behavior like wolves

Logan, hairy beefy man, born in canada, described as an asshole, is violent n aggressive, but also severely traumatized. now with the fur, wolverines are nicknamed skunkcats because of how much they reek (they also mark whatever carcass they stole or found so nothing else can take it from em or where they buried it). if Logan (who canonically reeks) has waterproof n oily fur, it must be real difficult getting him to shower (not to mention he doesnt like getting wet) and also the water will not be able to get to his fucking skin because hes built to survive canadian woods.

wolverines are also commonly found in trees, as they use the height to locate prey and eventually pounce onto said prey

from some of the panel screenshots ive seen, Logan isnt unfamiliar with climbing onto trees

wolverines have been known to take on animals 3x their size, such as fuckin Moose, polar bears, elk n caribou, etc etc (only difference here between the mustelid and Logan is that there is no known attack on a human by a wolverine).

while wolverines have semi-retractable claws, Logan's claws are fully retractable. they (both the animal and Logan) have huge paws/hands, for the animal, its to prevent sinking into the snow

along with the thick waterproof fur and stocky build, theyre latin name gulo basically means glutton, so they have to eat a fuck load in order to maintain their body temp (usually they just eat their weight or very frequent small meals, but larger stuff is common), also theyre carnivorous but will eat anything they can find or kill, usually carcasses from avalanches n such, aka opportunity eaters

i have heard that Logan eats a shit ton, especially meat, but only large meals when alone, and small meals more frequently at the mansion. with the body heat thing, it must be super hard for him post-adamantium to keep his body temp at a normal range without literally sitting in the sun all day.

despite the aggressiveness they develop in the wild, when domesticated (which ive heard/read is super easy than you would think), they become very attached to one person, who usually is the trusted handler. they exhibit very cat-like behaviors, except wolverines actually like being picked up and wearing harnesses, they also like pets (but again, the trusted handler thing). they can become calm when hearing a high pitched obnoxious voice, and can go into a kind of trance when their gums are rubbed.

not sure about the cat behaviors n harnesses n other shit for Logan, but with the voice thing: Wade. thats all i really need to say about that

wolverines are naturally polygamous, but do come back to the female every so often to help raise the kits. theres a video of a wolverine male leaving out a moose leg near a female's den so she can have something for the kits to eat

this man gets passed around the x-men mansion like coleslaw at a southern get together dinner, aint no way hes monogamous. he does worry about the women he basically adopted and raised (rogue, laura, jubilee i think, yukio?,, i cant name any others but theres several)

wolverines also have the ability to smell a frozen carcass from over a mile away (and lemme tell ya, unless you have an excellent sense of smell, frozen anything doesnt have a smell except sharp)

this man can canonically smell emotions, and be able to tell the difference between Mystique and Storm just from smell Alone.

wolverines are very vocal, usually this kinda snarl/snort/growl/mumbling/chuff sound

not sure about comic Wolvie, but Hugh Jackman (and Logan, obviously) does snort n growl n roar n other shit like that

wolverines' mating rituals often include fighting multiple times, and mate Only after the female is confident in the male's fighting (males who return several times are more likely to mate than males who only fight once or twice) and that the female doesnt submit too easily. this is so the female and male can ensure the produced kits are strong enough to survive

self explanatory, minus the producing kits (that i know of)

also fun lil fact, wolverines' back molars are rotated at a 90 degree angle, so they can gnaw through bone easier (supposedly this is a common trait for mustelids)

not sure about sideways molars, but Logan does canonically have longer, more animalistic canines

most of my notes and how i worded some stuff is taken from wolverine expert Steve Kroschel, and tumblr user @/icarusredwings, as they have Amazing notes and headcanons on wolverines and Logan

[fruitbearing-thing]

Peter commits patricide: a saga

[albed-hoe]

hiya !!

so i have kind of a specific request (very specific actually lol) but kaeya, childe, and zhongli with a reader who gets bother/angry by certain thing and people do those things on purpose because they know it bothers the reader? your writing makes me super happy so i’d love to see this :)

Thank You

Characters: Childe, Kaeya & Zhongli x Male Reader

Summary: Them saving you from mean people >:(

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, Genshin boys being protective🥰

Word Count: 1,112

A/n: Yo! Okay, so I kind of interpreted this as people poking fun at the reader’s fears, but then the characters defending him and comforting him. I hope this is what you had in mind!

Childe

As we all know, Childe himself is quite the playful guy.

I can see him being playful towards you when you initially met, but when he stumbled across a certain situation, he was quick to come to your rescue.

You had been walking through Yujing Terrace, minding your own business, when a group of Fatui (ik, they probably wouldn’t be strolling through the Harbor, but let’s just imagine) had spotted you, and decided it would be funny to give you a low blow.

It was well known across the whole Fatui group that Childe was dating you, and this certain group had a certain distaste for the Harbinger.

“Hey if it isn’t the scaredy cat, [Y/N]! Wanna go for a swim?” The group of fatui joined in laughter after the first one pointed out your fear of water. It was relatively well known around the Harbor that ‘the boyfriend of that Harbinger’ was deathly afraid of water.

“Please don’t, o-or I’ll call Childe!” You replied in a weak attempt to scare his subordinates.

“Ha! As if he would even show up! Come on, time for your bath little kid!” The group began chanting as they grabbed you by the arm and began dragging you to the edge of the path. The sight of lily pads and fish in the pond had you stammering and shaking. Just as the man was about to throw you in, you felt the hand release its grip and you getting pulled back.

“I wouldn’t do that, unless I had a death wish.” A familiar voice called out, eerily calm. You turned around to find yourself being held into Childe’s side by his one arm wrapped around your waist, his other hand strongly gripping the wrist of the fatui who had tried to throw you in. The fear in his subordinates’ eyes was enough for any onlooker to go back to minding their own business, as Childe told them to “scram before Signora hears about this.”

To comfort you, Childe would look at you, his expression instantly changing into one of love, and would make sure you are alright.

He would bring you back to your shared house and would spend the rest of the day/night doing things with you, such as bathing with you or eating. His mere presence was enough to comfort you, even on the worst days.

Kaeya

Just like Childe, Kaeya likes to poke at least a bit of fun at everyone (yes, that includes you).

Also, like Childe, I can see Kaeya being flirty to you at first, but after being together for a few months, he would stop his flirtatiousness altogether (including with his general acquaintances).

This man can be a little scary though, so when he comes across a group of big drunkards poking fun at your small frame and trying to scare you, the manz is there in an instant.

The four men were dancing in circles around you, singing in a drunken daze, all the while scaring you and knowing full well what they were doing. Strange, judging by the fact they could barely walk at all. You, being in the middle of this circle, didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there with your eyes glued to the ground, trying to think of a way out.

The men continued their drunken dance, oblivious to the tall, shadowy figure closing in on them at a fast pace.

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” You heard a familiar sultry voice call out from behind you. The feeling of a new presence beside them seemed to make the men freeze in place.

“What is this, a game of freeze-dance?” The cavalry captain continued to mock the men as they slowly faced towards him, bowed, and apologized profusely before scramming. You stood in your same spot; head hung low in shame as Kaeya approached you.

“Now, now, dear. There is no need to be embarrassed about fearing a group of big, burly men. If ever you feel frightened in the slightest, do not hesitate to find me, and I will protect you.” You looked up in Kaeya’s eye and found the softest of smiles adorning his lips as he looked down at you with nothing but sympathy and love. This look was reserved for you; and you, alone.

Kaeya would bring you back home to help you relax in a warm bath. He definitely would not initiate anything (unless you wanted to oop), because he feels so bad for not coming to the rescue earlier and feels the need to make it up to you (aw it’s okay🙁).

Zhongli

As opposed to the other two on this list, Zhongli is a very calm and collected man.

That one time he stumbled across a group of people making fun of how shy you were? Yeah, they were a little worried when they saw Zhongli get straight up pissed off.

There you were, sat on a bench in Liyue Harbor, your gaze looking anywhere but at them. You were currently being made fun of for always being so quiet, so shy, whereas a ‘normal’ person would usually be so boisterous and outgoing.

Tears form in your eyes as you recall the large celebration of your birthday, your reaction for which had been to blush and mumble about how ‘they didn’t need to’. Or the time where you were spotted having lunch with Zhongli in Liyue, the man talking his heart out about who-knows-what, while you sat there quietly, staring at him lovingly. Anyone else would proclaim their thanks and love loudly, right?

Wrong. Zhongli loved you for who you were. And people were about to find that out the hard way. Everyone in the group noticed the sudden gloomy feeling coming from behind them. Needless to say, the sight of Mr. Zhongli with a dissatisfied frown upon his face was enough to make anyone quake in their shoes.

“Do I need to ask what is going on here?” His deep voice boomed across the street. There was no need for an answer, everyone in the group scurrying in different directions.

Zhongli’s face immediately softened into a look of sadness when he turned to see you wiping tears from your face.

“Come, love. Let us get you comfortable.” He would hum next to you, as he hoists you to your feet, putting your hand in his.

Zhongli is definitely one to pamper you whenever you’re feeling tired or down.

The bathing headcannon might be getting a little dry LMAO, but I REALLY see him heating up rocks and giving you like a whole spa treatment idk why. His calming aura is just… Ugh😩

I’m so happy my writing makes so many of you happy, writing this was kind of self-indulging but I’m glad I’m able to bring you happiness!! >.<

[ivesambrose]

Yes, I'm back with another pick a card!

This was suggested to me an anon, so anon if you're reading this a big shout out to you :)

This is aimed at singles but know what? Take what you will.

Note: These images are from the deck apps I own on my phone. ❤️

Decks used are : housewives tarot, pagan cats tarot and tarot Mucha respectively.

Pick a card that you feel drawn to or reminds you of something significant.

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1.

People only take and take don't they?

Till you have ran out of things to give but they still knock at your door looking for scraps. At this point you're just exhausted and closed the door tight.

You decided it's time for a change. A glow up, if you will? And why not? You deserve to look forward to a better fate. Not this. You're conserving energy or have been doing so for quite some time. You've been wishing and being patient but most of all I see you become some what unattainable? You're standards have gone up. Good for you!

I feel you've caught the eyes of an admirer or maybe several or that's soon to happen. Water, air, fire it seems. You're luminous, bewitching and a bit out of reach. I believe focused a lot on work mostly or building something for yourself, working out even? It's like you've reached the point of, "damn you know whose a full course meal? Me myself."  I also see you busy reading or writing? Listening to music. Honestly just chilling and studying even maybe. 

I think there are multiple people coming to you, one swiftly, other dying to reach out or coming in steadily. The one you choose would feel like a reflection of yourself whose beauty will stand out more instead of the flaws. This will be someone who looks up to you and is honestly really good looking? Not just that, they're exciting, artistic and really charming. I think you'll be flooded with affection soon but then again there's nothing than you can't give yourself you feel me?

To manifest, simply have a child like wonder to yourself and do as you please. Really do what makes you happy, learn something, sell something that brings you abundance, stay in that zone of high standard. I also see you assisting and Guiding people in some way? I feel whatever this love you desire is coming to you, its not something you have to chase or count calender dates for.

2. That betrayal would cut you deep or already has. You should have listened but it's okay, once the wound is exposed it makes it easier to heal.

It's alright, not the end of the world but the start of your growth. How else would you have learnt? No, you just sat there settling and convincing yourself that this is perfect, your bridge of light led by flowers and butterflies. But life will sometimes pick you away from your box and scream at you to stop equating convinience and companionship to and endgame.

But you know what? Now that you're here I see you either spending more time with or around animals. Buying something new for yourself (attire and accessories), maybe wanting a new look. Your intuition will peak, you'll see or dream of things you weren't aware of earlier.

Some of you are deliberately avoiding confronting a desire or emotion. It's right there but you're trying to escape it. This won't last long.

Also stop burying yourself in work. You need a balance. Mind, body and heart. Come on, no extremes right now. As for love? It's right there. In the most unexpected way, right there shimmering like a ball and you're just like, 'I pretend I do not see.' okay.. Why though?

How long are you going to doubt yourself to oblivion? I sense Earth and water placements? This person seems shy, but ambitious, a giver, very funny, very crackhead humour but talks like they've been alive for too long. They mean well though, super caring. Really pretty features but eyes seem either intense or dewy and dreamy. Might have a water moon or rising. Wiill happen at a time where you feel you're stuck in limbo or just dunno what's going on. Calm before the storm types.

Manifest through creative expression, art, writing and self love + self worth. You do deserve more. I'm not plaster this on your wall if you don't listen to me.

3. So... You know, you know you're connecting the dots right?

You know the two dots are connecting even though the entire chart looks like Peter Parker randomly shot webs everywhere and you're Nick Fury, done with literally everything so you're just being patient or just going on about your day and life.

See, your intuition and higher self / subconscious whatever you believe in already knows.

Either you're seeing it too, have an inner knowing about it and are actively trying to not confront it or just laughing at off cuz haha me? Grand things? Haha why?

Haha yes. That's why.

I think you question yourself a lot, "do I deserve someone spectacular like that? Shouldn't I just stay in my lane?" but still you're the type who rejects a lot of people. I believe you look for a sense of home in a person but still want to be left rather free?

Either this person coming in or you're thinking/trying to manifest seem a bit larger than life to you? Maybe out of your league? So you're either sticking with the one you're dating for now or just 'I'm gonna be the latest single MYSELF' or 'nah what you talking about I'm good.' or max to max, 'I dunno if we'll ever meet and be together so idk ha :)'

This love seems like the perfect balance for you in some way yet excites you and pulls you in at the same time so you are or would be unsure if this is your brain or hormones or feelings on maximum overdrive or it's something legit. That's perfectly fine, things will eitherway play out.

I see some of you fixated on a personal venture or project, tending to it and hoping it grows big? I see that some of you may want to look after their health and body too. I see fixation of skincare products too. I see research work for something as well? You tend to be a lot in your space when you work so the world around usually switches off. That's why you don't know what's around the corner for you and that could just be that one thing you've been waiting for.

I see a long time manifestion that is actually coming in NOW so suddenly you don't know what to do about it?

Honestly, chill. Take a bath. Bake something?

I feel whatever this is, is unavoidable and will manifest anyway.

This is the kind of love that grabs you by the hand and makes you dance even if you have two left feet. Brace yourself, know that it's here.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I’m not sure if you have something planned for this already but wouldn’t it be the height of irony if Tooley got monched on by a starved Chris when he forgot to drug him? Just opens the door and whoops! He eaten!

CW: Whumper death, drunkenness, some dehumanization, blood drinking, bit of gore, vampirism, some very light catholicism

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New York City, 1936

KING EDWARD VIII ABDICATES THRONE British Monarch to Wed American Socialite Wallis Simpson

Tooley kicks at the sodden, half-frozen newspaper stuck to his shoe, grunting with the effort it takes to dislodge it. His hands are buried deep in the pockets of his thick woolen coat, and he ignores the envious stares of others whose threadbare outfits are patched, whose gloves are little more than rags wrapped around their not-quite-frostbitten fingers.

Instead, he pulls his scarf up higher, tucks his chin beneath its knitted warmth, and finally manages to send the scrap of paper with its water-stained black-and-white image of a stern-faced soon-to-be ex-king and his Baltimore lover into the street, where it sticks in a puddle and soaks clean through.

The old-timers say a heavy rain is coming, citing their aching joints and bones. It's been a wet winter already, and the absolute last thing New York needs is more rain.

Tooley plans to be holed up in his nice warm little house for the whole of it. He's sold three paintings in a month, and he can spend the next few weeks on the next one until his hands want to drop right off his wrists without having to distract himself with petty concerns like money.

The liquor bubbles warm inside him, and even with the frigid air he's broken a sweat along his back, trickling to his waistband, almost a tickle. He stumbles a little, catches himself, coughs out a laugh as the cold air burns deep into his lungs. It can't penetrate the hazy heat of the drink, though.

Mel's always has the best whiskey, and Tooley has the green these days to pay for the very best indeed. He's spent what might be a whole month's pay - if he weren't the luckiest artist in New York - in a single night.

You might say he's made a deal with the devil.

He pulls the brim of his fedora down, shielding his brow from the bit of freezing moisture speckling his cheeks. He struggles not to giggle like a child.

"Got a bit to spare for a hungry man?" A rasping voice calls out from an alley as he passes. "Help me feed my family, sir? I'm out of work, sir! Got three little ones with hungry bellies!"

Tooley ignores him.

There are crowds like that everywhere these days, always pressing for help, for a little something more and more and more. Men out of work, men in bread lines, women with tired faces and sad children. He's had just about enough of it.

They're calling it a depression, and he finds the term apt enough, considering it seems the whole country's been tumbled into a hole and can't find its way out.

He'd take his muse to Europe and paint there if it weren't for the echoing tension that bleeds over across the sea. Every nation he's idolized for their arts is trying to posture at each other. Rattling sabers while the people sigh heavily and keep washing their laundry, like always.

Tooley was a child when the Great War tore his own family apart - losing an older half-brother to the pointless trenches, a father to the mustard gas that ate his lungs to pieces, a mother to her desperate, sharp grief at her husband and stepson's loss.

The War had rendered him alone in the world before he was even twenty, though he'd been too young to hardly understand it and it had had nothing to do with him.

Wars were for rich men to send poor men to fight in, and Tooley is hoping to have enough wealth to maybe just float right past a new one, if the rumors beginning to swirl came true and Europe is going to erupt. Surely, though, no one would let a second war as horrible as the last happen.

Surely not.

Still, even so, he can simply disappear if they try to call him up to fight. He has no one left to lose, after all. No one to fight for, no one to care for. No one but his pretty little model, all locked away, his to keep.

Tooley takes a sharp left and the streets begin to change from the harsher gray of the city proper into neighborhoods, houses crammed tightly together. It's not the best part of town - Tooley's parents weren't the wealthiest, and he doesn't live like a gentleman, he's got no need to, it's not how he thinks a proper artist should live anyway. Have to keep up the image of the nearly-starving creative genius, after all.

There are still lights in some windows, despite the late hour. Tooley isn't the only one drunk at midnight and still moving.

It's a mile or so from the start of his street to where his house is nestled between two others, close enough he could reach out his kitchen window and touch the brick of the home next door. He smiles a little. His nose aches with the cold at the tip of it, but that's nothing to worry himself over.

He's home.

It takes him four tries to unlock his front door, the key jabbing into wood and brass too far to one side or the other. He laughs, breath puffing white clouds into the air, his ears burning with the cold where his hat doesn't quite cover them.

Good thing he's not with a woman, tonight, if his aim's so bad with just his hands.

The thought makes him laugh harder, nearly a guffaw, loud enough that he's sure he's woken a neighbor or two. It's not the first time.

Finally, the key slides home and the lock clicks and Tooley moves inside. The house is chilled in the entryroom, but as he slides his coat and fedora off to leave them on the coat rack and moves into the kitchen, towards the back, he can feel the warmth slowly trickling from the ticking radiators along the walls.

He's due for a coal delivery in the next couple of days, and boy, he's going to need it with the weather the way it's been.

Tooley heads for his perfect little secret, the vampire held in the backroom, once a sort of servant's bedroom for some family that had owned the home even before his own parents did. It's his studio, now, and the place where the little vampire boy is kept.

He unlocks that door, too. A key, a deadbolt, a little sliding lock at the top for added safety.

"Here, kitty kitty kitty," He slurs, and laughs again, delighted at his own little joke.

There's a scrape and a rustle, and Tooley steps back to let the vampire boy move forward, out of the freezing unheated room - Tooley only turns the radiator on in there when he himself is working, it's not like dead things care about being warm after all - and into the kitchen proper, with its little two-person table.

The boy is looking dirty - he's due for a bath, long overdue honestly. Good things he doesn't sweat enough to stink.

His hair hangs lank in his eyes, closer to dark copper than the new-penny shine Tooley prefers. There are smudges along his cheeks, marring his perfect freckles. He's draped in a sweater patched badly where his elbows have worn holes right through, pants that are tied with a rope since Tooley sure isn't going to waste money on a belt for a corpse.

"Is, did, did you, um, did you bring me food?" The vampire boy looks up at him, eyes glinting a little in the dimness, that unsettling cat-like glow-in-the-dark effect. His little fangs flash, too. "I'm... I'm, I'm hungry, Tooley."

"I know you are, bloodsucker."

"It's, it's been, um, it's been weeks, Tooley-"

"I know, I know. Shut your trap." Tooley ruffles his hair, then pulls his hand back with a grimace as he remembers how dirty and greasy it's gotten, walking away to go to the sink and wash his hands. "We'll get t'that. I met with someone very important at th' bar tonight, and first things first, you and I are going to celebrate."

The boy moves slowly, staying half-crouched - he's been hit before, when Tooley didn't want him to stand all the way up. He settles himself against the wall, head tilted to the side. His cheekbones cut sharp angles in his face, edging down to his narrow chin.

Those big green eyes follow Tooley everywhere he goes.

"Celebrate what?" He asks, and Tooley wonders just how old the ridiculous little thing is. He'd said early aughts, hadn't he, on when he was turned? So he'd be, what, in his forties really?

Funny.

Was he locked up during the Great War?

He's still a pretty teenager, but he's probably closing in on fifty. Tooley's twenty-some years younger and looks infinitely older, in his own estimation.

Tooley should look into vampirism, seems an excellent way to hold onto your looks, doesn't it? He wonders if the boy knows how to turn him. They could make beautiful work forever...

Hm.

Something to ruminate over when he's hungover in the morning.

"New commission. I'm taking a few weeks off, give us both a break, but I've got the basic details. I'll pick up a broad, get her all set up for modeling, we'll make us a mint, sweetheart." He moves to the counter, picking up the half-full bottle of gin he keeps there, taking a swig and grimacing, coughing. There's a rattle in his lungs these days he doesn't like much.

"You'll, you'll kill her?" The vampire watches him. He looks hungry, with all those sharp lines emphasized, as though he were a painting himself still in progress, with the outline still written in graphite showing through the colors. He's pale, painted in wash, not yet turned to vivid velvet intensity with oils.

"'Course. You think any of my models would stay alive anywhere near you?" He laughs at the very idea, missing the vampire's little flinch as he turns away. He pulls a loaf of bread from the breadbox, already starting to stale but that's all right, he's going to toast it over the stove anyway. The world swims around him from the liquor, and he catches the counter with one hand to keep himself upright.

The feeling brings another laugh out of him.

The little vampire smiles faintly in echo of it. He has to work to get the stove to gas, narrowing his eyes as it struggles, sputters, before finally a little flame flares up. Just enough to give off a little heat for the toast.

"Fuck. Drank too much. Or not enough." He laughs again, and pulls a knife from the knifeblock, the sharp serrated thin blade best for slicing through the heavy sourdough he buys from a woman down the block. Bit of toast, pat of salted butter, that'll get him through to morning when he can head down for eggs and bacon at Paulie's diner.

Maybe he'll even buy some extra for the hungry men who hound around the doors. He can be a philanthropist.

As he slices, the knife slips off the stale, hard crust and cuts right through the back of his hand, a long line immediately welling with bright red blood. He groans, irritated, and sets the knife down, turning to run cold water over it as the pain flares bright, but slightly muted from his drunkenness.

There's a rustle behind him, and Tooley's mind only belatedly begins to allow alarm to trickle through the warm fuzz of the gin and whiskey. He slowly turns around.

Where the vampire boy had been curled against the wall, a bundle of skinny bones and too-big clothes, there's... nothing.

Tooley glances to one side and sees the boy crouched on the floor by the edge of the lower cabinets, his hands pressed into the ground. He moved five feet in less than a second.

His eyes are flared, wide and with pupils burying the iris in black. He clicks, softly, tongue against teeth in an inhuman way.

Click-click-click-click.

click-click-click.

How'd he move so fast?

"Shit," Tooley whispers. "When's the last time I fed you?"

The vampire doesn't answer, only stares, unblinking, muscles tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. He clicks again.

His lips pull back from his teeth and those fangs that seem so cute and little on every other day suddenly look long, like daggers, dripping a shimmering venom to the ground.

Tooley tries not to blink, too, but his eyes dry and dry and dry and eventually he can't help it. His eyes close, a fraction of a second, and flare open right away.

Not fast enough.

The vampire leaps and Tooley grunts at the impact of the small bony body against his own, his lower back smacking into the line of the counter with a flash of pain. The bread and knife both clatter to the ground.

Panic comes, but it doesn't help. He's still groping to get at another knife when the vampire's fingernails dig into his scalp, grip into his hair and jerk his head to the side to bare his throat.

"Hungry," The vampire boy hisses. "Hungry, Tooley. Hungry."

"I-I know, just, just don't blow your wig, gimmee a minute, I can get you something, just hold on-" Tooley's voice is thin from the harsh angle his neck is being held at, and he swallows, seeing in a bleary haze the way the vampire's huge eyes are focused on the movement of his adam's apple, the bob of his throat.

Can he see the blood pulsing there?

He puts his hands up against the vampire's chest to try and push him off, but it's like pushing against rock. He thinks about painting the vampire as a kind of young Prometheus for a dandy from Boston, tied naked to a rock to be pecked at by eagles, and wonders if the mythological man ever tried to push the rock itself, and if it failed as miserably for him as it does for Tooley now.

"There's blood in the shed out back, just let me go and I'll grab it for you." He pitches his voice soothing and slightly patronizing, like speaking to a whining dog. "Okay, kitten? Just two minutes and you'll be fed, right as rain."

The vampire pauses, hesitates, and Tooley feels his hands working at Tooley's hair and one shoulder, like a cat kneading into your lap before they settle. His little stray. His breathing starts to ease, his heart to slow down, the first rush of panic subsiding.

The world still spins a little, but the rush of adrenaline is settling things into something more solid, wiping away the liquor.

"I'll put you back in your room and go get it for you, it's right outside, good and cold," Tooley coos, and realizes too late it isn't what he should have said.

"There's blood right here, and and and, and, and it's living," The vampire boy says, eyes wide and inhuman, and he's absolutely gorgeous. "Your, your, yours is hot."

Tooley would paint him like this, all feral instinct overwriting the living corpse of an anonymous Irish immigrant who died dozens of years ago. A metaphor, maybe, for the way some of the children who come here lose all their European culture and get boorishly American, and-

The vampire bites down, and all thoughts of art and culture flee from Tooley's mind.

The liquor holds off the pain so long the venom hits before he even feels the way those sharp teeth have breached his skin. He goes limp, dropping in a heap to the floor. He thinks he hits his head on the loaf of bread before it knocks into the floor.

They feel about the same level of hardness.

The knife is right next to his head, lying there, shining in the yellowed lamplight, with its carved wooden handle.

All he has to do is move his hand a few inches to reach it.

Just a few inches.

He tries, desperately, to tell his fingers where to go.

The vampire sucks hard at the wound in his neck, pulling blood from his veins like a man drinking an egg cream after a long hot day's work, and Tooley groans. He can feel the press and pull without the pain, and it's the strangest thing he's ever felt. Stranger than those he's gone to bed with.

The venom makes his limbs feel like stones, weighed down to motionless. He struggles even to swallow saliva, to take a deep breath. His heart never races again with panic. He isn't able to feel it any longer.

Those sharp little fingernails dig hard into his shoulders, the weight of the vampire settled on him, straddling him. A little flirty thought - at least buy me dinner first - makes its way across his mind, barely coherent, slow as molasses.

The vampire starts up his soft rumble, the vibration filtering in through into Tooley's body. It seems like it makes him feel even more frozen, heavy as the ocean and weightless at once.

His eyes are on the ceiling, and he realizes how long it's been since anyone cleaned the corners where cobwebs have grown and grown. They need swept away.

Funny how he never noticed before. Too busy with his art.

There's a moment where Tooley is surprised to look down at himself, as if he's floating somewhere near the ceiling staring down at his own open eyes. When he needed not to blink, he couldn't stop himself, but now the body he is looking at just stares and stares and stares, unseeing, unblinking, unbreathing-

Oh.

As soon as the realization hits, Tooley's awareness of himself as a body he can observe is gone.

There is darkness, and then a point of terrible final light. He feels the grasping of bloodied hands.

And he's gone.

The vampire drinks until the blood stops pumping, until the heart beneath his kneading hand is still. Then a rough tongue laps at the wounds, finding the last few droplets there that still sing with life.

The vampire pulls back, skin flush with life, no longer white as snow. His freckles stand out, scattered like constellations of stars over his skin. The dead man beneath him has all the paleness he had before, they are switched, swapped death for life.

He wipes the blood from around his mouth and looks slowly upwards, breathing in deep gulps he doesn't need but which feel so, so good.

He moves to the stove, to turn it off, but he doesn't quite turn it off all the way. An odd smell fills his nose and the vampire's nostrils wrinkle, but he doesn't know what the scent is, and he simply pulls Tooley's coat on before he leaves, door unlocked.

A few minutes later, a man with his hands over a barrel fire looks up to see a redheaded teenager in a woolen coat far too large for him move under a streetlamp, pausing to look up at it as if surprised by how bright its light is.

He blinks, and the man squints.

The young man's mouth is open, as if scenting the air by letting it roll over his tongue. Before the man can quite understand what he is looking at, the boy's mouth closes and he turns to look at the man. As his eyes shift from being lit by the lamp to draped in shadow, though...

They glow.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," The man whispers, crossing himself hurriedly. "Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle, b-be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil-"

The boy looks right at him, head tilted. The flames of the barrel flicker, hissing a little when raindrops start to fall. His lips pull back from his teeth and there are an animal's fangs there, plain as day.

The man feels pure horror at the sight of a demon walking free and unfettered in New York City. He grabs at the cross he wears around his neck and holds it out, his voice trembling. "May G-God... rebuke him, we humbly pray-"

"I, I, I hope that works for you," The boy says, and his voice is soft, and there's almost a lilt of the old country there that the man recognizes, not quite his own but not far off. "It never d-did for, um, for me. Don't worry. I'm... I'm full. You're, you're, you're in no danger from me. When, when, when, when... when did you come here? To this place?"

The man swallows around a lump in his throat, and yet he finds himself compelled to answer honestly. "Two years past, give or take. Came with m'wife and baby girl."

"From where?"

"... Kerry," He says, against his will. He can't seem to hold back the words. "And my wife grew up in County Cork."

The boy smiles, and his horrid teeth disappear when his lips press together. He looks for all the world like any other young man, a bit skinny perhaps and in need of a good meal or three, but no danger to anyone.

But the man has seen the demon that he is, and he finds himself grateful for the fire between them and the cross still in his hand, the shield of St. Michael and the cloak of Christ Himself.

"My, my, my, my parents were from County Cork," The demon boy says, lightly. His lilt is slightly stronger. "Wonder if we're cousins, your your wife and I. Maybe so. Stay home, um, after dark. Don't, don't, don't work when the sun is, um, is down."

The boy turns and walks away.

The man realizes with a start that in the midst of a chilly December night, the boy's feet are utterly bare. He steps over ice like he could walk on water.

There was blood smeared on the back of his coat.

The man flinches as he hears a sudden boom, close enough that he feels it in his chest as well as hearing the sound. A moment later a woman runs by shouting that a house has caught flame, to call for help.

The man looks back at the way the boy went.

He's gone.

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[rezzyromance]

I know I just asked for a matchup so take your time when doing this.

Maybe the reader finds a filthy cat or kitten and they bring it back to the factory and at first Karl says no but the reader puts her foot down and Karl can’t say no to the reader for too long and they bathe the filthy cat together and then the cat falls asleep cuddled between Karl and the reader

I love this idea so.. ask and you shall receive!

The snow crunched under your boots with each step you took. You lived in the higher parts of Heisenberg's factory along with Karl himself. He was very protective and didn't like you wondering near the lower and more dangerous parts of his dark place of work. He was also very protective of you leaving the factory and exploring the outdoors. The last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt or for Miranda to discover you. He'd never forgive himself if something happened to you, but he also understood how depressing it probably is for you to be stuck in the factory 24/7 with nothing to do. To make sure you don't die of boredom or whine his ear off, he allowed you to start taking little walks around the factory grounds with a few lycan to guard you like dogs.

You did enjoy these little walks. You even grew to enjoy the company of the lycans. Sometimes, you'd throw a stick and they go running for it, playing a strange version of fetch. This walk was quiet and peaceful. It had snowed all of last night, so the top layer of bright snow was soft and fresh.

The walk grew less peaceful when you noticed the body language of the lycans around you began to change. All three of them froze, only moving their noses as they tilted their heads up and sniffed around. Something had peaked their interest. Suddenly, one of them took off to the left of you. The other two followed and you tried to catch up, vulnerable without their protection. "Hey! Wait! Get back here!", you shouted even though they gave no reaction. They didn't stop running until they made their way to a rock. It was very large and flat, resting above a large gap in the ground, as if it was the roof to a little home. As you got closer, you could hear little cries come from the hole. Your interest was now peaked. One of the lycans began to claw at the dirt near the hole and the cries grew much louder and shrill. "No! Get back!", you scolded the creature and gently pushed it back. It's obvious whatever was in the hole must be terrified by it. You crouched down and made your way down to the ground, now laying on your stomach to get a good look in the tiny cave. You saw two little eyes looking back at you. "..mew...", a little voice cried.

As your eyes adjusted to the sight of the den, you could see that the voice and eyes belonged to a little kitten. It was filthy and skinny and shivering violently. "Poor baby. Where's your mother?", you say in a soothing voice as you reach in and touch the soft animal. It didn't react, so you put both hands in and pulled out the little kitten. Its eyes squinted at the brightness of the day. You could now see the condition it was in. It was very skinny as if it had gone days without eating and the dirt from the den grew wet from the snow and had dried into the kittens fur, causing it to be covered in large clumps of dirt. You quickly wrapped the little creature in your coat and quickly made your way back to the factory.

Once you made it back to the factory, it didn't take long for Karl to check on you. He always got anxious when you left, though he would never admit it. Usually he just waits near the door until you come home so he can conveniently give you a welcome back while trying to not make it look obvious that he was waiting for you. This time though, he wasn't greeted by a warm smile like usual. Instead, you were rushing through the door and heading towards the bathroom without even taking your coat off. "Not even a hello?", he questioned. "Sorry Heis. I'm really busy.", you brush him off. Your unusual attitude frustrated him and he followed you as you nearly ran to the bathroom. "What is that? Are you hiding something in your coat?", he questioned, not far behind you. "No. I uh... just need to go to the bathroom.", you lie. You knew he wouldn't like the idea of you bringing in a random cat from outside. He almost believed your excuse until he heard a cry come from your coat, not muffled enough to cover it completely.

You were so close to the bathroom until you felt a strong hand grip your shoulder. "What are you hiding?", his voice was louder and more demanding as he grew angrier with you. He then began to pull your coat off, revealing the kitten that was bundled up inside. "No. Absolutely not. Get that thing out of here." he said with no hesitation. "But Karl it was all alone and look at how dirty it is! And it would've died if I didn't grab it!", you gently began to pet the weak animal. "It's an animal (Y/N) it'll either fight for survival or die. That's just how nature works. Survival of the fittest. Now put it back where you got it.", his words made you angry. How could he look at it's poor little face and think that it deserves to freeze? You held the kitten closer to your chest, refusing to budge. "How about I leave your ass out there huh? How about I let you freeze all alone? Survival of the fittest right? Fuck that! Who are you to decide on whether or not a living thing that has never hurt you gets to live or die?!", you shouted as a new side of you began to show. He was genuinely shocked. You had never snapped at him like that and he couldn't tell if he was proud or aroused. All he knew is that he couldn't say no.

"Okay well.... give it a bath before it makes a mess.", he says, still shocked from your outburst. "That's what I was planning on. Now come on and help me.", you began to open the door to the bathroom. "Hell no! That's your cat now. Not mine.", he said as he crossed his arms. "Get your ass in here and help me. Now.", you demanded and didn't wait for him as you made your way to the rub, trying to find the most comfortable temperature of water. Again, he was in shock from your demanding attitude. He actually grew a little scared, unsure of what you'll do next. He stood close by you and adjusted the water temperature a little bit, making it perfect. "Get me a rag.", you say as you gently place the kitten in the tub, making sure the water doesn't get too deep, only deep enough for you to get the little thing warm. "Yes ma'am.", he replied sarcastically and handed you a rag from nearby. It didn't take much work to get the dirt out of it's fur. After it was no longer dirty, you drained the tub and handed the kitten to Karl. "Hold it. I'll get a towel." "It's getting my shirt wet!"

After the tub, the kitten was exhausted and so were you. You had set it on your bed to get comfortable as you went to the kitchen to get a little bit of left-over chicken to feed it. Once you acquired the chicken, you started to make your way back to the room. "What're you doing?", Karl asks as you walk down the hallway. "Feeding the poor thing. It's skin and bones.", you say as you enter the room and see the little creature curled up in the middle of the bed. You laid down beside it and put it close to the kittens face. The smell woke it up from its nap and it immediately began to feast. "Don't get chicken on the bed.", Karl groaned. "Stop being such a sour puss.", you joke. "Funny." He then makes his way to the bed, laying down beside the kitten. "Wow... it was hungry huh.", he started to feel sorry for it when he saw how fast it was gobbling up the chicken. "I told you he needed my help." you say as you curl up closer to the kitten and begin to pet it softly on its back. "Pet it. It won't hurt you.", you say as you take his hand and place it on the cat. He had a cat that would wander near his house when he was a young boy. When everything was different. This kitten had a similar appearance, making him feel nostalgic. He began to pet the little animal as it finished it's last piece of chicken. "You did a good thing.", he tells you. This was his way of apologizing for the way he previously acted. "I know.", you say with a smile. It didn't take long for the kitten to fall into a tiny food coma, sleepy from his live changing events. "Look at it!! Oh my god it's sleeping!!", he yelled in a whisper. You quietly laugh at his giddiness. "Calm down, cat dad.", you joke. "Shut it. And you better not be planning on getting this guy some more kitty friends.", he says, even though a part of him doesn't mean it.

[kiirokero]

Outro: Love Is Not Over (1)

Pairing: Daycare Teacher! Hoseok x Single Mom! Reader.

Genre: Single Parent! AU, Teacher! AU, Hybrid! AU, Fluff, Angst, Adorable Kids, 

Warnings: Don’t know if this counts but mentions of accidental pregnancies and shitty men. 

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Years after a relationship goes south. You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. He is the light of your life. Yunho is everything to you, and you’d do anything for him. But you’re a human. Yunho doesn’t care, he will tell you he doesn’t. “You’re still my Eomma. No matter what.” He says. But you can’t help but feel like you will never be enough for him. You can’t be the mother he deserves. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. But you try. You try your damn hardest. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

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“Congratulations! It’s a boy.” 

“I-Is he okay?”

“Yes, he’s very healthy. Do you have a name in mind?”

“Yunho.”

“A very nice name.”

“Oh, he’s beautiful.”

“That he is. I apologize for asking, but you haven’t listed the father on his birth certificate yet.”

“I’m aware.”

“Are you going to?”

“No.”

“You’re aware what that means, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, Ms. L/n, I’ll leave you be now. Press the button if you need assistance. A midwife will be coming to see you shortly.”

      “Eomma, wake up!” A giggly voice called. The bed was bouncing up and down, pulling me out of my slumber. I couldn’t help but laugh along. “All right, Yunnie, I’m up.” Yunho chuckled and lent down to give me my morning hug. “Good morning, Eomma.” He sighed, his fluffy blonde tail wagging in content. “Good morning, lovely. Did you sleep well?” I wrapped my arms around him, bringing him in for a snuggle. “Yes! I had a dream about giant squirrels!” He exclaimed. I let out an exaggerated gasp, “You did?! That’s awesome.” 

      Yunho wiggled out of my grasp and bounded towards my bedroom door. “Come on, Eomma! I’m hungry.” I chuckled and got out of bed. “Alright, waffles or toast?” I asked while I grabbed my sweatshirt, pulling it on. “Waffles!” Yunho answered, racing downstairs to the living room. I smiled to myself, I couldn’t help the warmth in my heart every time I saw my son. 

     Yunho had short hair that matched mine in color. He also had my eyes. I could see little pieces of myself in his face and it always made me smile. I didn’t pay attention to the features he and his father shared, even if they weren’t many. The most prominent feature they shared being his ears and tail, but somehow, Yunho made them uniquely his. 

      He never like getting his fur cut, would always sulk about it afterwards, he likes to keep the fur on his tail long so either him or I could braid it. He thought braids were so pretty, so he would ask me to braid all of his hair, and eventually, he learned himself. His fur on his ears was less long because of my insistence that having heavy ears would impair his ability to lift them. He could lift his left ear, but not the right one. He’s been working on that. 

      So, even if he was his father's child, he was still just Yunho to me. That man didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that Yunho has his button nose or freckles. It didn’t matter because Yunho was Yunho, and Yunho was the light of my life. He would run around the house non stop, bring me little rocks he found in the yard, draw pictures that had a special place on the fridge. Yunho was sunshine incarnate, and I couldn’t ask for a better son. 

      Downstairs, Yunho was sitting in front of the T.V, watching his favorite cartoon. It was about this hybrid boy and his best friend, who was human. Yunho said it was like him and I, that we were like the characters on screen, going on adventures every day. The sight made me smile yet again, and I went to the kitchen to get started on breakfast.  

     I could see Yunho from the kitchen since it was an open plan. Which wasn’t surprising because we lived in a small house. 2 bedrooms, 1 and 1/2 baths. It had a very large backyard that merged into woods. The area is pleasant, a little secluded, but that just gave Yunho more room to explore. The house got a lot of natural light with the large windows, and the air was always refreshing. 

      When I first saw the house, it was like a blessing. It was a little run down, but nothing I couldn’t handle, and it was cheap. A house being cheap should be a red flag, and it was, but it was worth it. The worst problem the house had was the hot water that ran out pretty quickly. In no way was it a luxurious mansion, but it was home, and that was all that mattered. 

     “Yunho! Come get your breakfast!” I called, placing his bright blue plate on the small dining room table we had. I heard his feet patter on the hardwood as he ran to the dining room. “Woah! Slow down, bub.” I chuckled. Yunho gave me a shy smile and sat down, immediately digging into his breakfast. “Is it good?” I teased, wiping away some stray syrup that threatened to end up in his hair. Yunho nodded enthusiastically, giving me a thumbs up. 

      We ate together with comfortable banter. Yunho was telling me about the latest episode of his cartoon, and I was more than happy to listen. The way his eyes lit up whenever he talked about something he loved was enough to make the toughest of men smile. “Eomma, can Hajun come over today?” Yunho asked in a hopeful tone. I thought about it for a bit, “I’ll call Aunt Hyejin and see if he can, okay?” Yunho brightened up and gave a little “okay!” In response.

     After we were done eating, Yunho put his plate in the sink and went back to watching T.V. I washed up the dishes and dialed Hyejin’s number. “Hey babe!” She answered in her usual cheery voice. I chuckled, “Hey sis.” 

      In reality, Hyejin wasn’t my sis or babe, but we were close like that. Hyejin was a Siamese cat hybrid that I met back in college. We were roommates, and we just clicked immediately. We were there with each other through everything. Shitty professors, family issues, breakups, shit men that make your life a living hell. She had her son, Hajun, a bit before I had Yunho, and helped me whenever I needed. 

      She and her husband, Yoongi, a Persian cat hybrid, were there with me through it all. They were the family I never had. Yoongi was like an overprotective older brother, and Hyejin was no different. They even helped me find Yunho and I’s home. We normally went on family trips to amusement parks or aquariums which the boys never seemed to get bored with. We were all one big happy family. 

     Yoongi and Hyejin were like polar opposites. Yoongi was chill while Hyejin was a bundle of never ending energy. Yoongi was quiet Hyejin loved to talk. Yoongi was an introvert, and Hyejin constantly dragged him out to parties that Namjoon, one of our mutual friends, had mentioned to her. It was funny to witness. Especially when Yoongi begged me to go in his stead, which worked 50% of the time.

      “So, what d’ya need? I’m all ears.” She snickered, and I could practically see her gray ears twitch. “Haha, hilarious. Yunnie wants to know if you guys can come over.” I answered. “Yeah, sure! We’re not doing anything today and I’ve been dying to talk to you about something.” She gushed. “Ooo, exciting.” I chuckled. “I’ll see you soon, babes. Love you!” I said I loved her back and hung up the phone. 

     Soon, Hyejin and Hajun arrived and the boys immediately began playing together. “Hey! So nice to see you!” Hyejin smiled, giving me a hug. “You too!” I was equally just as happy to see Hyejin since she and Yoongi had been a bit busy lately. We walked over to the living room where the boys were playing on the floor with their toys. Hyejin and I sat on the sofa and she immediately began talking. 

      “Okay! So, I’ve been dying to talk to you about this,” She started, already bouncing in her seat. “I can see that.” I teased, poking at her shoulder. “You know the job I was looking into? The daycare one?” She asked, and I nodded. “Well~ I got the job!” She exclaimed. My jaw dropped, a smile made its way onto my face. “No way! Congratulations!” I got up and squeezed her in a bone breaking hug, which she reciprocated. 

     “I know! I’m so excited!” Her tail was flicking behind her. “So, when do you start?” I asked, moving back into my seat. “Next week! I’m going to be the second teacher, helping someone named Mr. Jung.” She explained, and she went on to tell me how she got the job and how Hajun had asked if he could go, only to pout when Hyejin told him that he was too old. “I’m happy for you, Hyejin.” I smiled, excited that she was pursuing her dream of working with kids. 

      Hyejin, like me, got pregnant young and unexpectedly. But she was super thrilled. She didn’t care if she was only 20, she always wanted a child. She wasn’t married at that time, but Yoongi stepped up pretty quickly to raise Hajun with Hyejin. Yoongi was a cool dad, pretty laid back. Usually snuck the kids out to go get ice cream or pizza. Not that Hyejin or I minded, he treated both boys with the utmost care. He treated Yunho like his own son. 

      “So, have you met this Mr. Jung?” I wondered. “Not yet, but I had a phone call with him. Guess what? He’s our age.” She whispered, like what she was saying was some big secret. “Hyejin, we’re both 26, it’s not like a young teacher is unheard of.” I pointed out. “I know! But... What if he’s cute~?” She raised her eyebrows in a teasing manner, leaning closer to me. “I could be cupid.” She winked and I rolled my eyes. 

      “No thanks, Hyejin. I appreciate it, but love for me ended a long time ago.” I sighed and Hyejin huffed, dramatically slouching in her seat. “Y/n, just because... he... broke your heart doesn’t mean you should give up entirely.” She pointed out, looking at me with eyes full of undecipherable emotions. “Any man I date would have to be okay with being a father-like figure to Yunho. I’m 26 Hyejin, no guy my age wants kids yet.” I monotoned. 

      I had come to terms with the fact that most men didn’t want to date someone who already had a child. Not saying that it didn’t dishearten me a bit, but it was a revelation I made early on. If someone wanted me, they were going to want Yunho too. It either both of us, or neither of us. 

Yunho was my light, and he deserved a father that could be the things I couldn’t.

[mashiraostail]

Aizawa gets hit with a quirk during battle and it turns him into a cat, he doesn't know what to do so he goes to his partner's house. His partner sees Catzawa sitting at her doorway and doesn't know it's him, so she basically catnaps him, thinking he's a stray, and takes care of him the rest of the week? uwu

omg this got kinda long but it was really fun to write fdlsk i hope you enjoy! >:3

You’d actually had a sort of late-night, later than you desired anyways, you were excited to just go home and get some rest.  As you approached your doorstep you notice a black fuzzy blob on your welcome mat. “Well hello there..” You crouch down to the cat and offer a hand, “and who are we? Huh?” You scratch the back of its neck, laughing at the loud purring it replies with.  “You are adorable.” You scoop it up, “if you’ve got an owner the time to run away is now, or else you’re mine. That cool?” The cat just settles into your chest, purring contentedly. “I’m taking that as a yes.”  You set your things down but keep the cat in your arms, it doesn’t seem to mind.  “What should I name you?” You wonder aloud. “Oh I bet Shouta will have a good idea.” You sit down on the couch with the cat in your lap, taking a photo of it to send along to the aforementioned man, “he loves cats. Maybe I should wait and surprise him with you.” You hesitate to send the photo, “I guess in the meantime I’ll just call you...” You look around for some inspiration, “I guess Eraser is pretty fitting huh? You know now that I mention it you sort of even look like him.” You press your thumb between the cat's eyes, “grumpy.” Its reply is just a meow.  Aizawa isn’t too worried honestly, once he figured out what had happened and gets a handle on things he concludes this weird quirk will only be effective for a few hours to a day max. At least his quirk was still effective in cat form, though the cops were probably confused to find a bound up villian and no hero to claim them. He didn’t care much and with that in mind he just mozzies his way over to your place figuring you’ll take care of him, you always do. And he was right, you were happy to let him rest on your chest while you lounged around on the couch, watching TV late into the night, you scratched up his back with your nails and cooed at him every time he nestled closer. He knows it was a villain quirk that hit him but he’s sort of thankful, honestly, this is the life.  “Alright.” You sigh and he rises and falls with the breath in your chest, “how’s bed sound Eraser cat?” You’re mildly concerned you haven’t heard from Shouta, normally he let you know when he returned and left for patrols, even if you were asleep. You figured his phone was dead or forgotten, or that Hizashi was accompanying him tonight.  He is very content to curl up next to your chest and snooze there peacefully for the whole night. He could sleep for days if anyone asked him, you were warm and nice and sure he wasn’t particularly clingy but he couldn't deny how nice it felt to be coddled on occasion.  Your bright laughter and the way you flick water at him and shoo him away when he sneaks into the shower the next morning is also welcome.  “I thought cats hated water!” You snort flicking a towel at him, “get out mister, this isn’t for cats, I’ll give you a bath in the sink tonight if you really insist.”  Though a few days pass and he’s still a cat, and what’s worse is you’re going crazy with worry.  “I’m sorry, no.” He’s watching from his perch on your counter as you shake your head at Nemuri, Hizashi, and Nezu, “He normally calls me at least once a day if we aren’t together but I haven’t even gotten a text let alone seen his face..” You look forlorn, there’s a deep worry line between your eyebrows. “It’s alright. Thanks for the help.” Nemuri squeezes your shoulder, “I’m sure he just got wrapped up in something a little bigger than usual.”  Hizashi nods in agreement, “we’ll let you know if we find out anything else, okay?”  “Thank you Zash. I’ll call you guys if he turns up around here.” You squeeze his friend's hand, as comforting as he was trying to be you could tell he was equally upset and worried.  “We appreciate that.” Nezu nods, “he’s a very capable hero, I’m sure we have nothing to worry about.”  “Say, when did you get a cat?” Nemuri takes notice of the feline and you jump.  “Oh you guys haven’t met him yet! I think he was a stray..” You scoop him up and bring him back to the trio, “his name is Eraser cat. Well, it was temporary, I was going to ask Shouta to name him but-” Your voice breaks a little, “well...you know.”  “He’s very cute.” Nemuri laughs a little but it doesn’t do much to mask how upset she seems as well, “don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.” She insists and you nod, “I hope so.”  When his hero costume and goggles turn up 2 days later you're inconsolable. Aizawa is trying everything he can think of to get you to realize what’s happened. He watches helplessly on the couch as you cry into Hizashi’s shoulder. Nemuri on your other side rubbing your back, though they each look equally heartbroken.  You hadn’t been sleeping much at night since their first visit, he was used to you staying up to the sunrise scratching his back, and playing with his ears. But at least you didn’t cry. Now you cried. Even watching you sob into Hizashi’s shirt was enough to make him let out a warbled meow and slink over to your lap.  “Oh I’m okay-” You let out a wet laugh, “what a good cat you are..wanna cheer me up?” You hug him, “you’re so cute.” Your voice breaks again, “Shouta would have just love you-” And as quickly as your tears had stopped warbly cries had begun again.  Nemuri and Hizashi don’t leave until it’s dark out. He watches the various people that come in and out the next day, Toshinori comes with some sweets and Aizawa’s class. You supposed it was nice to see them if only a bit painful at first. But after the discomfort in your chest settles they do pretty well at cheering you up, offering you all the funny, sweet, or scary stories about their teacher that they can think up.  Sekijiro comes after with Ryo, the pair is happy to sit quietly with you while you cry alternating between who lets you rest on their shoulder and who rubs your back. Kugo and 13 come with some food and finally Emi with plenty of teary-eyed attempts to pull some more laughter out of you.  After it’s all over he’s curling up on your chest where you lay on the couch.  “Don’t worry.” You murmur, you noticed the cat didn’t seem to like it when you cried, “I think I’m all cried out.” Your eyes are puffy and red as your hands cover his back. “Wanna hear about Shouta?” You ask and the cat’s ears perk up. “Yeah? I could tell you some things about him.” Your voice breaks a little at his name, “he was a good guy, a little grumpy, but..” You sigh, “he was just a softie.” You close your eyes, “and he really liked cats. He would have been so excited to have you. He was really strong too-” You bite back some more tears, “whatever...whatever did this to him I..I have to say I’m a little scared to see what it’ll do next.” The cat stands up and hops away, you laugh a little, “you’re so aloof.” You watch the black furball turn the corner and disappear.  When he returns you’re about to doze off, but he jumps onto your stomach, you huff. “Excuse you. Hey!” You sit up,  “what’s in your mouth?!” You try to pry his jaw open, “you’re gonna choke!” He spits out an eraser.  “oh?” You pick up the pink pencil topper, “did you learn your name?” You perk up, “so cute!” You scoop the cat up to your chest, kissing his face, “you’re so smart-” The cat warbles. “What?” You set it down and it paws at the eraser.  “You wanna play?” He hadn't liked playing very much before. He warbles again before hopping away and fleeing. Though he’s back in a few moments.  “Now what do you have??” You notice something else hidden in the cat's mouth, he spits it out without a fight though.  “Shouta’s keys?” You pick them up, “do you wanna play?” You ask again and jingle them in front of the cat's face. He swats at you.  “I’m sorry.” You frown, “not right now okay? I’m really exhausted.” You stand up, “let’s just go to bed?”  The cat leaps into bed with you a few minutes after you get under the covers.  “Eraser please-” You groan as he kneads your back, “I'm exhausted.” Roll over and he drops something on your chest. It was a picture, one from your bag of you and Shouta, Hizashi took it on new year’s eve two years ago.  “Huh?” You look at the cat, “why’d you bring me this?” You remember reading that cats like to bring their owners things as presents sometimes. “That’s very sweet.” You murmur, “I should get it framed or something, it’s a nice picture. He didn’t really like pictures..” You rub the cat's ears, “I didn’t mind before...” You trail off, feeling your eyes get wet, “but wish I had more of us now that he’s-” You take in a deep breath before you can start crying again. You set the photo on your nightstand. “I’m going to sleep.” You turn over, without huddling him into your chest like usual.  Aizawa doesn’t know who to thank when he wakes up, suddenly human again. Though he is totally naked. But at least you wouldn’t be so inconsolable anymore. Your alarm starts to blare and you turn over, your hand hits his chest.  “Shou.. turn it off..” You mutter, burying your nose in his arm. There’s a moment of reprieve like nothing had ever happened like it was all a weird dream. You did this occasionally, you’d wake up and grumble for him, ‘come closer’ ‘turn the alarm off’ or just a ‘g’monring shou’. In the days prior he’d tried to do what he could, even swatting your alarm off with his paw and curling up in your neck. Though it was never long before you’d realize that Shouta as you knew him wasn’t there and you’d dissolve into a fit. “mhn I got it.” His hand slaps the alarm button and it silences.  Your eyes snap open and you scramble up, shrieking.  “Shouta!?” You’re patting him down, neck shoulders, and chest, checking for any injuries, or any sign that he’s not really Shouta. But it’s all there, all the scars, and birthmarks, and hair, he’s exactly how you remember.  “Where have you been?!” You place two firm hands on his chest, “and why are you naked? Not that I mind now, but have you been walking around naked for over a week? Never mind don’t answer that.” You take his face in your hands, “Oh Shouta, I’ve been so worried.” You shake your head, “we all have. When your costume turned up but you...” Your voice gets quiet, “we thought...well..God. Where have you been?”  “I’m sorry to worry you-” He sits up, “i’m okay, seriously, not even a scratch. It’s all sort of complicated but I think what happened was-”  “Wait!” You stop him, “I have a surprise for you!”  “Well, the thing is-”  “Just stay here okay? Put some pants on!”  You scramble out of bed, looking hopelessly for Eraser Cat, though the feline is nowhere to be found. You’re standing by the couch when the sight of the eraser and Shouta’s keys discarded there put the dots together for you. “It was you?!” You shriek running back to your bedroom.  “I was trying to tell you!” He insists, “like when I kept changing the channel to the news during broadcasts about me, or all of the random stuff that I always brought you!”  He doesn’t mind the way your arms fly around his neck, he just pats your back.  “So you’ve been okay this whole time?!”  “Yeah, I was pretty well taken care of actually.”  “I was wondering why he’d only eat leftovers and not the cat food..” You murmur and Shouta laughs.  “Sorry, but it smelled really gross.” He lets you clamber into his lap.  “Shouta I’m so happy to see you.” You hold his face in your hands, “you have no idea how worried I was-”  “I watched the whole thing.” He laughs a little, holding your wrists, “ but it’s alright now. I’m here. I’m fine. We both are.” The kiss is welcome, warm, and familiar. Being a cat for a day would have been fun, but a whole week was sort of pushing it, he’d missed these sorts of sensations, your hands on his chest, arms around his neck, lips against his.  “You watched me change like every day!” You hit his stomach and he huffs at the blow, “What happened to missing me? It’s your fault for leaving the door open!” He complains and you jump,  “I live alone!!! And you tried to get in the shower with me?! You perv!”  “You act like I’ve never seen you naked before!” He fends off your swatting hands. “It’s the principle of the thing!”  “We see each other naked all the time! I’m naked right now.” He catches your hands and you stop, flush creeping up your neck.  “Oh. Yes..you are...” You settle down a little as he continues, “and I really missed you...”