#just a big cat taking a nap on a human

[miss-bluerose]

😺

[dragonanon]

Okay, but please consider being a Zoan Cat user and accidentally getting “adopted” by a pirate crew after being mistaken for a regular ass cat. You honestly thought they knew you were a human at first, and by the time you realized they didn’t, it had been long enough that revealing yourself would’ve been awkward af, and you were then curious about how long it would take them to figure you out. So instead you stfu and be a relatively good lil’ ship cat.

You get free food, plenty of comfy places to nap in, and lots of scritches and attention from big men who’re surprisingly giddy to have a tiny cat on board. Why on Earth would you want to ruin that??

You get away with it for months. And the ONLY reason you get caught is because someone does something so unbelievably dumb that you absentmindedly say out loud “Damn, we’re really reaching new levels of stupid here.” You could hear a mouse fart in stunned silence that followed as you realize your inside thought did NOT stay inside, and now you want nothing more than to just disappear into the floor.

Shockingly enough, you’re forgiven and continue on as the ship cat; except now you can properly converse and interact with everyone. HOWEVER you’re still subjected to being picked up and held out towards everyone like Simba whenever you’re fully transformed into a cat lmfao

[plethorawrites]

So we’ve seen all of the batbros as cats but what about the reader? What would happen if they were turned into a cat?

This took forever, sorry! But yes, I totally can!

Bruce: Weary and worried.

• Before all else, he's concerned with making sure you're alright. He calls Zatanna immediately to ensure it's not permanent and then after he knows it's not, he can relax enough to try to comfort you.

• He was never a cat person, only ever owning dogs, so he really has no clue how to take care of a cat. Let alone a cat who's really the love of his life. He tries, though. He gets Alfred to make you dinner, something that's fresh and not gross Tuna or Salmon from a can. He gives you your choice of every throw pillow in the manor to tear up when he sees you get antsy, your claws flicking in and out in stress. And of course, everything poisonous to cats like the peace lilies in the living room are moved far away.

• Bruce still has to go to work, unfortunately and with no idea how to keep you entertained, puts on those "Soothing cat videos" on the big TV in his bedroom for you to watch. A six hour loop of a fishtank is less than ideal but seems to work well enough.

• You're in the same place as when he left you, so he assumes you didn't mind too much. He notices you grooming yourself, not because you want to, but out of some strange instinct you've developed and he can tell you're grossed out by your own actions, so he does his best to clean your fur himself. You might be a cat, but you seem to like water so he puts you in the bathtub and scrubs your fur with your normal soap which makes you pur.

• Until he takes you out of the warm water and you're absolutely freezing, shivering from the cold. He wraps you in a towel and holds you to his chest until you're mostly dry, then, despite the dampness of your fur, let's you curl up under the covers since you're still a bit chilly. It makes his own skin wet, but he doesn't mind since at least you seem a bit happier.

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Dick: Amused and empathetic.

• He tries not to laugh. He really does. It's just...so much harder than it should be. You look so small, so adorable, so fuzzy. You have a tail, for God's sake. How could it not be hilarious? He only stops chuckling when you swat your paw at him, catching him with sharp claws, cutting him. He doesn't get upset since he knows he deserved it.

• Goes to the pet store with you, letting you sit in the cart and pick out your own things, which, he can tell you dislike but reluctantly comply—otherwise he'd buy you a rat themed toy instead of the feather one you wanted. You gurgle and growl repeatedly when he picks up those stupid cat costumes, but he still buys them anyway.

• And yes, he does force you to wear them. You resisted, at first, of course, but eventually gave up when he gave you those puppy dog eyes. If you thought being a cat was humiliating, you couldn't have prepared for being a cat wearing a sombrero and poncho. "Those are our Christmas cards this year," he tells you, kissing the top of your head while you meow in protest.

• Despite that, he's still sweet to you, apologizing for you having to go through this and swearing he'll fix it. In the meantime, just try to stay positive. He'll say you can rip up the drapes if it makes you feel better. You do and it does. You always hated them and he refused to get rid of them, but now there was a valid reason to.

• He sits on the floor with you, swinging the feather toy around as you chase it, gaining a good amount of height the longer you play. His arm gets tired but you're clearly not, so he sits there until you eventually get sick of it and he sets it down while you crawl into his lap for a nap. He was going to make something to eat, but he supposes he can wait.

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Jason: Paranoid and terrified.

• His initial response is to reassure you that you'll be fine. He'll do whatever it takes you turn you back into a human, no matter what. His second response, is to freak out. He has no idea how to take care of a cat, let alone his partner who's a cat! What if he hurts you? What if he can't fix it?

• Being a cat, you, unbeknownst to him, sense him apprehension and almost immediately start rubbing against his legs until he hesitantly picks you up, cradling you in his arms as gently as possible. You rub your head against his jaw, trying to soothe him and he takes a few deep breaths, relaxing and nuzzling your fur.

• It takes him a while, and a lot of trial and error to figure out how to take care of you, be it buying food you don't like, to accidentally leaving the window open and panicking that you escaped (you were under the bed, because it was warm and safe) but he eventually calms down once the day is finally over.

• Cuddling with you on the couch, he can barely even feel your claws kneeding on his arms because there's so much scar tissue it's too hard to scratch and hurt. Your purring is what calms him down the most though, after an extremely long, stressful day. You sitting on his lap, his hand resting on your back as he slowly and accidentally falls asleep.

• When he wakes up, you're still a cat, still sleeping on him. He picks you up carefully, taking you to the bedroom so he can sleep in his bed and you aren't left alone in the living room. He has a feeling you'll be yourself soon enough, even if he doesn't know exactly when. He'll keep you safe until then.

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Tim: Shocked and Frantic

• He immediately starts to panic. You're a cat. A freaking cat. How? Why? What does he need to do to fix it? He has a million questions and no answers. But his stress only adds to your own and he quickly tries to calm down before soothing you: "No, no, no. It's fine. You're gonna be fine. I swear."

• Still, the second he gets you out of the room, convincing you that you'd be more comfortable in the living room than in the batcave, he starts to pace and freak out again. It's actually Damian, of all people, who gets him to snap out of it, literally slapping him across the face and telling him to be there for you instead of worrying about the details.

• He listens, to an extent, going back upstairs to where you were chewing on the fern in the living room, ripping a leaf apart. Pulling you away from it as you meow in protest, he cradles you in his arms, apologizing for fretting and promising he won't leave again.

• And he doesn't. He does, however, keep working on a way to fix you. He tries to be annoyed when you start knocking things off his desk, pushing stuff into a water bowl, jumping into his bottom drawer, laying on his papers, but he can't do it. You're just acting too cute to genuinely be mad. Eventually, he takes a break, closing the drawer you were sitting in and hauling you to his bed.

• He'll admit, he threw you with a little less caution than he probably should have, but you didn't mind, crawling onto him the moment he laid down, eager to close your eyes after being awake for far too long. Aka 5 straight hours, which, for a cat, was a lot. He didn't quite realize that, but notices almost immediately how fast you fall asleep once you lay down, curling into a ball, tucking your nose under your tail to keep it warm.

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Damian: Is both fascinated and prepared.

• He has over a dozen pets, so when you're turned into a cat, he already knows everything there is to know and gets you anything you could possibly need. A nice cat bed, toys to keep you entertained, a post to scratch so you don't ruin any furniture.

• His others pets want to play or chase you, but he scoops you up before any of them can get even close to you. And he insists you stay close to him and not wander off, because you could get lost, kidnapped, or hurt.

• You always knew his knowledge of animals was extensive but didn't realize how much so until he was petting you, explaining how the hair follicles on cats work, which is why they never like to be pet in certain areas.

• Despite having an extremely nice bed, you'd really rather prefer his and he allows it, reminding you not to scratch the pillows or the sheets. "They're Egyptian silk. Don't ruin them." Still, when he catches you clawing at them in your sleep, unaware you were doing it, he doesn't stop you.

• In the morning, he switches feeds you breakfast, in a human bowl so it's not so degrading and takes you with him while he works on a way to fix you. He quickly gets distracted, though, by how you're looking around at everything like it's the most interesting thing ever.

[luvnette]

-𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑘𝑎 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑-

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Sevika x Fem!Reader

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡/𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: SFW & NSFW, men and minors DNI, fluff, very slight angst, lots of kinky stuff, gentle Sevika at the end💕

❀𝖲𝖥𝖶

gf!Sevika would be totally overprotective- If someone looks at you strange or tries to flirt, you’ll probably never see them again

gf!Sevika snores. Loud.

gf!Sevika is a human furnace- you’ll never be cold again with her next to you

gf!Sevika would definitely stop smoking if you’d want her to. She’d also stop using shimmer

gf!Sevika spoils you- a lot. You see something you like = she’s gonna buy it for you.

gf!Sevika will gift you flowers like every single day, she just can’t resist buying them because they remind her of you

gf!Sevika will take off her prosthetic if she feels comfortable enough, especially while cuddling or sleeping together so she won’t hurt you

gf!Sevika kisses you constantly, no matter when or where. She just loves to feel your skin/lips against her lips.

gf!Sevika has suffered a lot in her life, so be prepared to wipe away her tears while she has bad dreams in the middle of the night (💔💔)

gf!Sevika always says that she doesn’t like children, but to see you pregnant and have a baby with you would make her the happiest woman on earth. She’d be such a great mama💕

gf!Sevika is a cat person, she’ll probably bring stray cats home from time to time just to pebble them up

gf!Sevika will hug you from behind, hold your hand, lay her head on top of yours/on your shoulder or take a nap on your chest and cuddle up real close to you, since she’s pretty touch starved

gf!Sevika really adores you gently tracing her scars with your fingers, telling you the stories how she got them

gf!Sevika absolutely loves to cook and bake with you, making messes in the kitchen, play fighting and laughing together warms up her heart (and she loves eating ofc)

gf!Sevika will randomly pick you up sometimes just to carry you around with her when she’s feeling lonely

gf!Sevika sleeps on top of you pretty often, just so she can feel your warm body pressed against hers and protect you even when shes asleep

gf!Sevika takes such great care of you when you’re on your period, bringing you whatever snacks you crave, letting you use her as a hot water bottle and being constantly around to make you feel better.

gf!Sevika loves when you take care of her too after a brawl, for example with some idiots who dared to call you pretty

gf!Sevika is total wife material, what can I say

✿𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪

gf!Sevika kisses your neck constantly, giving you hickeys to let everybody know that you belong to her

gf!Sevika obv loves having you on her lap while playing poker, you’re her lucky charm. And when shes winning, you’ll find her hands in your lower region, teasing you

gf!Sevika also has fantasies of you taking her strap while the other players watch you, riding her faster and faster, moaning like a mess. She would love to see their jealous faces, her being the only one who can fuck you.

gf!Sevika has such a pretty cunt with a big clit and a full bush- it’s truly amazing to eat her out

gf!Sevika fucks you rough after losing a fight, frustrated, totally beat up and high on shimmer. Her scars and eyes glowing pinkish purple, drool dripping out of her mouth while shes grunting and sweating, eagerly rutting her biggest strap in and out of your pussy

gf!Sevika has quite the kinky side, she really adores having you tied onto the bed, squirming underneath her while she teases you. She also really enjoys punishing and spanking you

gf!Sevika always carries one of your dirty panties with her on her longer jobs. And when she misses you, she’ll simply jerk off to the smell of it (although that makes her miss you even more sometimes)

gf!Sevika secretly has a pregnancy kink. Oh, how she wishes she could fill you with her sperm, watching your belly and your tits grow, letting everyone know that you two are fucking

gf!Sevika loves it when you squirt. She will fuck you on purpose when you have to pee, rubbing your clit and pressing her hand against your abdomen to get what she wants

gf!Sevika absolutely loves it messy, using too much lube, spitting on your entrance or spreading your or her cum all over your bodies. She also owns a few straps with synthetic cum in them, just to watch it drip out of your clenching hole (or to pull out last second and cover your body/face)

gf!Sevika wants you to hump her. Stomach, thighs, breasts- it doesn’t matter, she just enjoys it way too much seeing you desperately rub your cunt against her body

gf!Sevika truly loves you riding her face. You rutting your pussy against her nose and mouth drives her wild

gf!Sevika also has a very soft side, holding you carefully, pressing her forehead against yours while gently scissoring you

gf!Sevika loves horny mornings, you waking up wet turns her on so much. She’ll then slowly fuck you, making you all dizzy from being so sleepy

gf!Sevika is so so good at aftercare. She’ll run you two a hot bath if you’re not too tired, washing your sensitive body carefully while giving you lots of kisses and praises. After that, you two fall asleep in each other’s arms. Pure love💗

𝐴/𝑛: Tysm for 100 likes btw!<33

[mona-risms]

could you just imagine Rumi looking for reader only to find her under a blue tiger loaf cause that’s things huge but I’d definitely let him almost squish me to death and apologize if I died and Rumi is just trying to negotiate the tiger to get off and not kill her girlfriend

I love that dumb fucking tiger so much I'd let it squish me too under all that fur myyyy baaaabyyyyyyyyyyy

The funny thing is that this dumbass tiger probably just came over and saw you napping and sprawled on like Rumi's bed or smth, and it wanted to nap with you.........by napping on you LMAO. The ONLY thought in its head is literally just that you're a nice human, purple half-demon likes you and likes to cuddle with you, and you should be Warm. So it's napping over you like a normal cat. Except it's basically as big as you and even heavier 😭

So when Rumi eventually heads back into her room bc where in the Fuck are you, she notices the tiger on top of her bed, all loafed out and napping which is cute as hell.........then she hears your muffled ass and realises you're RIGHT UNDER IT HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE FOR 😭😭😭😭

Even waking that tiger's an entire mission on its own bc it sleeps like a LOG. Even with her strength she can't push it off you. Overall very difficult experience to get the tiger off her girlfriend bc "yes she's warm yes she's nice to take a nap with I get it I love her too but please you're crushing her--" and even if you say it's fine this woman looks like she ran a marathon instead of just trying to get you outta there

And throughout the entire time the bird's just side eyeing like it's laughing at you💀

[prettygirl-gabi]

Melatonin in Human Form

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Fandom: WNBA-Dallas Wings

Summary: can’t sleep without Paige—childhood naps turned forever habit.

A/N: I would like to publicly apologize for my most recent post. It was very wrong and insensitive of me to post, and I take full accountability for the harm it may have caused. Please forgive me.

Especially too: @iwasbored-okay , @cowboybueckers , @yailtsv , @elalfywhore , @elswhore , @sillylittlepop , @elliesglock , and @authentic-girl03

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @unknowgirlypop , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @starfulani , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @italyyy , @lightsgore , @private-but-not-a-secret , @aubreygriffin , @issilovesherself , @graceeeeeesblog , @sayurireidotcom

I don’t remember the first time I fell asleep with Paige. Her dad probably does, because he never stops talking about how we were “two little Velcro babies who refused to nap without being tangled together.”

My parents even saying the same.

I do remember the warmth.

The safety.

The way her breathing always found its rhythm first, and how mine followed like it knew where home was.

We were maybe six, freshly worn out from a birthday party and some feral rendition of musical chairs, when I ended up passed out on her beanbag chair with her arm slung across my waist like we were puzzle pieces.

And from that moment on, I was done for.

Sleep, for me, has never just been about closing my eyes.

It’s always been about proximity.

Paige-shaped proximity.

And now, years later, that hasn’t changed.

Back in high school, before we were anything more than best friends who happened to blush a little too hard during sleepovers, I tried to downplay it.

I’d crash on her floor during study nights or after games, making excuses about her mattress being comfier or my house being too loud.

She never called me out for what it was—pure, undiluted dependence.

By the time we got to UConn, it was a running joke with her teammates.

“I swear Y/N has Paige set as her melatonin,” Sarah once said, deadpan, as I yawned through breakfast after a night apart.

Paige had just come back from a weekend home, and I barely made it 48 hours before showing up at her dorm door like a stray cat.

“You didn’t sleep again, did you?” she asked, smirking knowingly.

“Define sleep.”

Now we’re in Dallas.

New city, new league, new pace—but the same me.

Same needy, cuddly, sleep-inept me.

And the same Paige, only shinier.

She’s Paige Bueckers, WNBA rookie, endorsement magnet, face-of-everything-all-at-once. And she’s also my fiancée.

Which still makes my stomach flip if I think about it too hard.

Our apartment is big enough to breathe in—exposed brick, sunlight that spills into every room like a golden retriever.

We even have a home office now.

Which I’m currently standing outside of, barefoot in a hoodie and cocooned in a fluffy duvet like a deranged burrito.

It’s 12:42 a.m. I’m tired. But not the kind of tired that leads to sleep. Not when I’m in bed without her.

I knock softly on the office door.

“Paigey?”

No response.

She’s got her AirPods in, probably typing an email to her Nike rep or something equally business-y and important.

I open the door just enough to peek in.

Her laptop casts a blue glow over her face, and her glasses—glasses that I specifically told her made her look like a hot librarian—are sliding down her nose.

I shuffle in like a slug wrapped in cotton.

Her eyes flick to me and soften instantly. “Baby… what are you doing?” she asks, voice low and warm, pulling one AirPod out.

I don’t answer. I just wobble toward her like I’ve been drugged and then, without warning, climb into her lap, duvet and all.

“Y/N!” she laughs, startled, but instinctively adjusts her chair and cradles me like I’m made of something delicate.

“I can’t sleep,” I mumble, face smushed into her neck.

“I told you I’d be done in fifteen.”

“You said that forty minutes ago.”

“You were awake then.”

“I tried. I really tried. I even put on our playlist and laid on your pillow. But it’s not the same.”

Her hands start tracing circles on my back through the blanket. My eyes flutter, already sinking.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly, kissing my temple. “I just had one last email to send about the Puma shoot next week.”

“Mmm.”

“I should’ve stopped when I saw you still tossing around twenty minutes ago.”

“You’re forgiven,” I murmur, “if you never leave me alone at night again.”

She snorts. “Deal.”

I feel her return to typing, hands moving carefully so she doesn’t jostle me.

My cheek is pressed to her collarbone, and her heart is beating in that perfect, sleepy metronome I’ve known since childhood.

“Do you remember that one time we fell asleep in your trampoline net?” I ask, already halfway gone.

“I remember waking up covered in mosquito bites and somehow still thinking it was worth it.”

“Because I was there?”

“Because we were there.”

There’s a pause. She finishes typing, clicks her trackpad softly, then wraps both arms around me fully.

“I’m done now,” she whispers.

“Good,” I sigh, pulling the duvet higher over both of us.

“I really am your melatonin, huh?”

“You’re more effective than any sleep aid known to man. I should bottle you up.”

She laughs again, quieter this time, and kisses the top of my head.

“I’ll never get tired of being needed by you, you know?” she says, her voice humming against my skin. “Even if it’s just for sleep.”

“It’s not just for sleep,” I yawn. “It’s for everything. I only function right when I’m close to you.”

I expect her to tease me, maybe crack a joke about my codependency, but she just holds me tighter.

“I love you, burrito girl,” she murmurs. “You can stay in my lap forever if you want.”

“I plan to. Even when we’re eighty.”

“You’ll still be dragging your blanket into my wheelchair like this?”

“Yup. Snoring on your shoulder while you answer emails from the grandkids.”

She hums a soft chuckle, and it’s the last thing I hear before I finally—finally—fall asleep.

Wrapped in her arms. Right where I belong.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[readreidsworld]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes isn’t a weapon anymore. He’s warmth, safety, and soft mornings

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Bucky Barnes had a reputation. The world saw him as the stoic soldier, the once Winter Soldier, the silent shadow of Captain America. But you knew better.

To you, Bucky was a human furnace, a walking blanket, and most importantly yours.

You woke up to the smell of coffee and the soft rustle of someone trying very hard not to make noise. When you peeked open one eye, there he was Bucky, shirtless, messy haired, and holding a tray with two mugs and a small plate of pancakes shaped vaguely like hearts.

“Happy Tuesday,” he said, beaming like it was Christmas.

You blinked. “It’s Tuesday?”

“It is. And I’m declaring it ‘Stay in Bed with You All Day’ Day.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “That’s a thing now?”

He placed the tray on the nightstand and climbed back into bed, pulling you into his lap like you weighed nothing. “It’s official. No missions, no calls, just this.” He pressed his nose into your hair. “Just us.”

You giggled when his scruff tickled your neck. “Did you make pancakes?”

“Heart shaped ones,” he said proudly, holding one up. “Don’t ask me how. I think I accidentally created pancake abstract art.”

You laughed, taking a bite out of it. “Masterpiece.”

Bucky’s eyes sparkled. “I’m keeping that in writing.”

You curled into him, burying your face in the soft space between his neck and shoulder. His vibranium arm wrapped protectively around your waist, and his flesh hand lazily traced circles on your thigh.

“I love it when you’re soft,” you mumbled.

“I’m always soft with you,” he said, his voice husky but gentle. “You make it easy.”

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you. His heartbeat was a steady rhythm against your ear, grounding and familiar. You could stay there forever—wrapped in the warmth of flannel sheets and love.

“I love you,” you whispered.

Bucky pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I know. And I love you more.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is this a competition now?”

He smirked. “Everything’s a competition with me.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned up and kissed him anyway slow, sweet, and full of the kind of peace he thought he’d never deserve.

But you made him believe otherwise.

Later that morning, after pancakes and a shared nap that turned into both of you wrapped around each other like lazy cats in a sunbeam, Bucky insisted on brushing your hair.

Yes brushing your hair.

You sat cross legged on the bed while he gently tugged the brush through your strands, his flesh fingers occasionally twirling a lock like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“You know, you don’t have to do this,” you said, trying not to melt into a puddle at the feeling of him so lovingly focused on something so mundane.

“I know,” he replied, calm and soft, “but I want to. Your hair’s soft. And brushing it makes you purr.” “I do not purr!”

“You totally do,” he said, grinning behind you. “You go all sleepy and gooey like a kitten.”

Before you could argue, he kissed the back of your neck, just once. And just like that, all snark melted.

Later, he followed you into the kitchen while you hunted for snacks. You were still in his hoodie three sizes too big, sleeves hanging over your hands. He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching you with literal heart eyes.

“What?” you asked, catching him staring.

He shrugged, looking all too proud of himself. “Just admiring my favorite view.”

“Which is?”

“You. In my clothes. In our kitchen. Looking like you belong here.”

You turned around and chucked a marshmallow at him, blushing furiously. He caught it mid-air with that stupid supersoldier reflex and popped it in his mouth.

Bucky grinned. “Delicious. So are you.”

“Bucky!”

The rest of the afternoon was a blur of silly little things that felt like magic building a pillow fort in the living room (because “Captain America doesn’t let me have any fun, doll”), Bucky braiding flowers into your hair (and taking like fifteen pictures of it), and the two of you slow dancing barefoot in the kitchen to old love songs on the radio.

That night, wrapped in a blanket burrito on the couch, your head on Bucky’s chest and his arms snug around you, he whispered:

“You’re my safe place.”

You looked up at him, eyes full of all the love he never thought he’d find.

“You’re mine too.”

He kissed you slow. Sweet. Safe.

And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, Bucky whispered against your hair, “I hope we get a thousand more days just like this.”

The room was dark now, lit only by the faint golden glow of a salt lamp on the nightstand. The bed was a sea of tangled sheets and tired limbs, and Bucky had you tucked against him like you were the most precious thing in the world.

His hand rested low on your back, slowly tracing shapes that made your eyelids heavy and your heart impossibly full.

“You awake?” you whispered, not even sure why he was breathing evenly, but not quite asleep.

“Mhm,” came the soft rumble of his voice. “Just don’t wanna move. You’re warm.”

You smiled, cheek pressed to his chest. “You always say that.”

“It’s always true,” he murmured.

You were quiet for a while, just listening to his heartbeat. Slow. Steady. Safe.

“Bucky?” you said again, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“What’s your favorite thing about falling asleep with me?”

He paused. Not because he didn’t know but because he had too many answers.

Finally, he said, “Everything slows down. The world stops spinning so fast. And for once… I’m not thinking about the past, or tomorrow, or anything that hurts.”

You turned your face into his neck, and he tightened his arms around you, like he could shield you both from the world with just his embrace.

“I like your heartbeat,” you murmured. “It’s like… the safest sound I’ve ever heard.”

He kissed the top of your head, lingering. “It beats for you now. Every day.”

Your throat tightened with that familiar swell of love that only Bucky could draw out of you.

“Are we gonna be like this forever?” you asked, sleep blurring your words.

“Forever and a day,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“And after that?”

He smiled into your hair. “After that, I’ll still find you. In every life. In every universe.”

You didn’t respond sleep was already pulling you under but your fingers curled into his shirt like a promise.

Bucky stayed awake a little longer, just to memorize the feeling of you breathing against him, the weight of your love, the peace he never thought he’d deserve.

And right before he drifted off too, he whispered into the dark:

“I’ll love you in every tomorrow we get.”

[pomegranatelifethis]

Naughty fur ball

Bruce Wayne

As the father figure, Bruce’s first instinct would be to protect his youngest, even in cat form. He’d be on high alert, imagining every corner of the Batcave as a potential hazard for a tiny kitten. "Stay off the ledge—Alfred, where’s Zatanna’s ETA?" he’d bark, already mentally cataloging every spell he knows to reverse this. But your naughty streak would unravel him. You’d scamper up his leg, claws digging into his suit, and perch on his shoulder, swatting at his cowl’s ears. When he tries to gently pluck you off, you’d leap onto his workbench, knocking over a tray of meticulously organized Batarangs—one lands on his foot, another triggers a smoke pellet, filling the cave with haze. He’d cough, glaring through the fog as you dart away, leaving paw prints on his case files. Later, he’d find you napping in his utility belt pouch, and despite the chaos—shredded reports, a scratched Batmobile hood—he’d soften, muttering, "You’re still grounded when you’re human again," while stroking your tiny head.

Dick Grayson

Dick, the doting big brother, would melt at the sight of his baby sibling as a kitten. "Look at you, the tiniest acrobat!" he’d coo, scooping you up and spinning you around like you’re still human. But your naughtiness would turn his joy into a frantic chase. You’d wriggle free, clawing his favorite blue-and-black suit as you escape, leaving tiny tears in the fabric. He’d laugh it off—until you pounce on his escrima sticks, batting them across the room. One rolls under the Batcomputer, and Dick’s on his knees, pleading, "Come on, little gremlin, give it back!" You’d respond by climbing the curtains, shredding them as you go, and when he tries to grab you, you leap onto his head, tangling his hair with your claws. By the end, he’s sprawled on the floor, panting, with you smugly licking your paws on his chest, and he’d groan, "You’re worse than Damian’s pets."

Jason Todd

Jason would see your kitten form as a chance to tease the baby of the family mercilessly. "Aw, the little brat’s finally bite-sized," he’d snicker, dangling a piece of string just out of reach. But you’d turn the tables—swatting the string, then lunging at his hand, leaving a scratch that makes him yelp. "You tiny demon!" he’d growl, chasing you as you dart under the couch. You’d emerge with his favorite lighter in your mouth, dropping it into a glass of water with a smug flick of your tail. Furious, he’d rig a trap with a cardboard box and a burger—only for you to knock the burger onto his boots, then climb his bookshelf and send his entire collection of paperbacks crashing down. He’d stand in the wreckage, shouting, "I’m trading you for a goldfish!"—but when you curl up in his helmet to nap, he’d grumble, pick it up gently, and let you sleep, muttering about "damn cute menaces."

Tim Drake

Tim, the sleep-deprived genius, would be equal parts fascinated and frazzled by his youngest sibling as a kitten. "Okay, let’s analyze this—magic, tech, or toxin?" he’d muse, scribbling notes while you bat at his pen. He’d try to keep you contained, setting you on his desk with a toy—big mistake. You’d knock over his coffee mug, soaking his keyboard, and when he lunges to save it, you’d leap onto his conspiracy board, claws tearing strings and photos loose. "No, no, no, that took weeks!" he’d wail, chasing you as you scamper off with a pushpin in your mouth. He’d rig a high-tech laser pointer to distract you, but you’d outsmart it, climbing his shelves to knock over his energy drink stash—cans rolling, spraying everywhere. By the time he’s mopping up, hair wild and eyes twitching, you’d be napping on his ruined laptop, and he’d collapse in a chair, muttering, "I need a vacation… or a tranq gun."

Damian Wayne

Damian, the self-appointed protector of all animals (and his baby sibling), would take your kitten form as a personal mission. "You are small, but fierce. I will train you," he’d declare, setting out a tiny obstacle course. But your naughtiness would derail his plans—you’d ignore the course, pouncing instead on Titus’s tail, sparking a barking chase that ends with a toppled lamp. Damian would scoop you up, scolding, "You must respect the pack!"—only for you to wriggle free and climb his katana display, knocking blades to the floor with a clatter. He’d dive to save them, shouting, "This is anarchy!" When you team up with Alfred the Cat to shred his sketchbook, he’d stand amid the chaos, torn between admiration and fury, finally sitting cross-legged with you in his lap, muttering, "You are a worthy adversary… for now."

Barbara Gordon

Babs would adore her baby sibling as a kitten, cooing over the comms, "You’re too cute to be legal." She’d hack the manor cams to track you, chuckling as you wreak havoc—until you find her tech stash. You’d chew through a spare headset cable, and she’d roll in, shouting, "Not the gear!" You’d dart off, knocking over a stack of external drives, and when she corners you, you’d leap onto her chair, claws snagging her sweater. She’d try to bribe you with a laser pointer, but you’d ignore it, climbing her monitor and accidentally hitting the “mute all” button during a team call—leaving the Batfamily yelling into silence. Exasperated but amused, she’d scoop you up, muttering, "You’re lucky you’re adorable," as you purr against her neck.

Stephanie Brown

Steph would be your chaos co-conspirator, thrilled to see the baby of the family as a naughty kitten. "We’re gonna rule this place!" she’d cheer, tossing you a toy to bat at Tim’s head. She’d egg you on—dangling treats to lure you onto Jason’s bike, where you’d claw the seat, or encouraging you to shred Dick’s laundry. But when you turn on her, clawing her favorite purple cape, she’d gasp, "Betrayal!" and chase you with a squirt bottle—only for you to knock over her smoothie, splattering it across the kitchen. The two of you would end up in a standoff, her armed with a pillow, you hissing from atop the fridge, until Bruce walks in and sighs at the mess. She’d grin, scoop you up, and say, "Worth it," even as you swat her nose.

Cassandra Cain

Cass, the quiet observer, would find your kitten antics both endearing and exhausting. She’d watch you with a small smile, reading your every twitch—until you strike. You’d claw her favorite scarf, and she’d blink, surprised, before gently nudging you away. But you’d escalate, climbing her leg to perch on her shoulder, then leaping onto a shelf to knock over her meditation candles. She’d chase you silently, dodging as you bat at her hair, and when you finally tire out, she’d sit cross-legged, letting you nap in her lap. Later, she’d find her stealth suit with tiny claw marks and just shake her head, murmuring, "Little trouble," with a rare grin—knowing she’d helped you prank Jason earlier by leaving his gloves out.

Alfred Pennyworth

Alfred, ever the patient guardian, would treat you like royalty at first—setting out a tiny dish of water and a cushion. "Even as a feline, you are family, young master," he’d say. But your naughtiness would test even his saintly calm. You’d knock over his silver tray, scattering biscuits, then climb the pantry shelves, sending flour and sugar crashing down. He’d pursue you with a broom, muttering, "This is undignified," as you dart off with a stolen tea bag. The final straw would be you clawing the dining room drapes into ribbons—he’d freeze, sigh deeply, and say, "I shall require a raise, Master Bruce." Yet when you curl up purring in his apron pocket, he’d stroke your fur, resigned but fond, and start cleaning the wreckage.

The Chaos

The Batcave and manor would be a disaster zone. Bruce trips over scattered Batarangs while chasing you off the Batcomputer, where you’ve activated the siren. Dick’s wrestling with shredded curtains, Jason’s buried under his toppled books, and Tim’s sobbing over a coffee-soaked motherboard. Damian’s swinging from the rafters after you knock over his sword rack, Steph’s cackling as you claw her smoothie-sticky fridge perch, and Babs is locked in with a malfunctioning system you triggered. Cass watches silently as you nap post-rampage, and Alfred’s sweeping up flour with a martyred air. When Zatanna arrives, the family’s begging, "Fix the kid!"—not because they don’t love you, but because their sanity’s hanging by a thread.

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Oooooooo I have a idea- what about Pomefiore with a cat beastman S/O who was given catnip?

i. swear i tried to make this sound like its not cat weed but i just couldnt escape that. it Is cat weed. also this turned out so long good god. lost in the sauce

Vil Schoenheit

It was an accident, he was working on a potion for one of his classes and you just happened to be in the laboratory at the first time. Since you had gotten together it became kind of a thing between you two. Since he can't always make time to see you, and your catlike traits make you sleepy often, the compromise you reach together is that he lets you sit around and nap while he's busy with other things. It's comforting for you both, and even helps him focus.

But, much to his own dismay, Vil isn't perfect, and even though slip-ups are rare, they do still happen. Maybe he was just tired that day, and unluckily (luckily?) it happened right when you opened your eyes — He was too focused on measuring a certain ingredient, the bottle was right next to something like a catnip extract, he knocks it over and hardly notices it. You very much do, though.

He can't really smell it the way you do for obvious reasons, but even when he's so focused on getting to the next ingredient, it's impossible to ignore you hazily walking up to him and nuzzling into his shoulder with big, dilated eyes, asking him how the project is going as soon as he puts the bottle down.

It startles him, he's about to scold you in that tone you've grown so familiar with, then he notices what actually happened. And you're just all lovey-dovey and giggly, and you two are alone right now, could anyone really stay cold and calculated in that situation? Needless to say, the project will have to be started over. You end up laying on his lap, purring while he pets you and exasperatedly sighs, embarrassed at the mishap. And easily swayed by how cozy you seem to be, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to take a break right now…

Rook Hunt

Unlike in Vil's case, Rook's "catnip incident" is very intentional. And not just that, it's thoroughly planned. Maybe way too thoroughly, but, well, you're dating Rook. You knew what you were signing up for, he was never quiet about his fascination about the habits you had that differ you from humans.

You didn't think too much of it when he brought up catnip. He's already asked you so many questions related to your beastperson status. Really, you're almost surprised it never came up before. You shrug and tell him you wouldn't know how you'd react to it, you never really went anywhere near the thing. He smiles and you get the feeling that this will be changed soon. Your suspicions feel very confirmed when he asks you if you're not also curious about it, chuckling as he fawns over the way your cat ears twitch with his words.

Then it's just kind of a given that he'd eventually get you some to see how you react, it's just not a scheduled thing — at least not on your end, because he definitely had the timing in mind down to the exact second — and you're not exactly sure how he'd even manage to get the thing. It might even take long enough for you to forget the conversation until the day he finds you at the courtyard after class, all by yourself, and asks you to smell his wrist with the biggest smile on his face. One would easily assume he was just showing off some new perfume Vil made him try…

But, again, it's Rook. Intrigued, and suspicious or not, you can't resist getting closer, he's sly enough to have only gotten a tiny bit of the thing on himself, not enough for you to smell it from afar despite your sharp senses. Then, the effect hits you, and you'd think he was the catperson with how he seems to melt along with you, finding your reaction just so endearing. He doesn't shut up for the next half hour or so, going on and on about just how cute you are when you're so relaxed, scratching under your chin and behind your ears. He'll definitely never forget it, nor will he easily let you forget it, bringing it up to tease you whenever possible.

Epel Felmier

Also another one who might do it intentionally, but with a completely different approach. To Epel, it's a way simpler thing. He's curious about how it's like to be a catperson, definitely did not expect things like fangs or purring even though, in the near future, he thinks he was silly for being so surprised at them. Basically, every little quirk of yours is something new, kind of exciting even, and definitely really cute.

He's had cats back at his family's farms, not exactly owned animals, more like strays he would feed on his mom's request so they stuck around and took care of the rats. Catnip was something he heard about before, when they discussed about how to keep and care for the cats, but not really easy to access in that sleepy, rural town. He gets the idea when he learns about it being an ingredient in certain potions.

He asks you about it the next day a little nervously. You can probably tell he snuck the bottle out of the Pomefiore lab and has it in his hands just from his odd posture. He talks about the things he heard, how it could make cats really happy and relaxed, then asks if you knew whether the effect also worked on catpeople. Regardless if you just say you're not sure, or if you want to cut to the chase and ask what he's holding, he presents the bottle to you right next. Saying he was wondering if you'd like to maybe try it. Followed up with how he's not sure about whether it'd be allowed or not, so you two should probably find somewhere secluded or something—

Epel quickly realizes how that sounds, but can't take back the words. He swears he has no second intentions, he just thought you might like it (not mentioning if he really wanted to know if you'd get all cuddly like the cats from commercials he saw) and in one way or another, off you are to a supply closet or something like that. It does not help his case of looking like he has second intentions, but you do know him well enough. He's giggling from the mischief when he shows you the bottle, and almost drops it in surprise when you end up getting too close and taking a too strong whiff off the stuff—

…Your eyes get huge, and you're giggling too, blinking in surprise at how the world shifts in just a second. Epel asks you how it feels. You say it's actually pretty good, leaning into him cozily. He gets flustered and tries (fails) to not show it, staring at your tail while it sways. He reaches out to pet your head and you lean in. You get caught very quickly and lectured for an amount of time that you do not recall at all, and he has no intention of actually listening to it, because you were being cute and you two got interrupted… Next time will have to be actually planned, though.

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Horrible Creatures-DCxDP prompt

Studying ghosts is always confusing. They aren't humans and they aren't aliens. They are entities unlike other sentient lifeforms.

Currently, three of them have taken up residence in the Watchtower. Not bound by the rules of mortals, the heroes had to make peace with them.

They had a system in place. Leave the big one alone at all costs. The middle one was in charge. And the little one will steal your food.

A good question is what are they?

Sometimes they appear perfectly human even bearing a resemblance to Clark, Bruce or Diana. They only do this when they wish to communicate. Sometimes they fly about with wispy tails instead of legs. This is for when they fly outside the base in space. Other times they change into half human half beast things as they lurk around corners of the tower. This is for when they get hungry and want to scare Barry or Hal.

Most of the day they just sleep. Or what they think is sleep. The big one likes to find the hottest place to plop down and nap like the sun or the furnace. The middle one likes it cold so he's usually curled up in the walk-in freezer. The little one likes sleeping either in tight spaces like the vents or in the open like on the table in the middle of a meeting.

Diana once scolded her about acting properly to get her off a stack of documents. In response, the little ghost changed her form into that of a small cat. She then proceeded to yowl annoyingly until Clark held her throughout the meeting.

After that, the ghost favored turning into little beasts to pester the heroes. For what reason? Fun.

The following day the middle one waited until Bruce got a glass of water to shove his muzzle into the cup. When Bruce got a second cup the ghost wanted that cup instead. The only solution was to designate cups for each of the ghosts. It solved the issue until they wanted their own placemats for when they eat. Keep in mind they only like stealing food. They do have their own but unless they can bully you out of eating it they don't want it.

You can't even call them pets. They are sentient beings and they can communicate. They are closer to children, really ornery children.

Taking a nap was liable to summon one. Hal learned that if he dozed off they would join him and bury him.

The big one is roughly the size of a bear and just has heavy and has no respect for your space. It's his space now and he uses his size to his advantage by constantly bullying Clark and Barry.

What are they going to do? Stop them?

When Constantine finally got off his "vacation" he came to assess the situation he became a lightning rod for the ghost's attention. The ghosts followed him around loving the aura around him and the irritable emotions he gave off.

"So they have just been running wild and you let them. No wonder they are acting like this. They don't respect you so they do what they want. They must also like you because they would have left by now if they didn't."

Clark holding Dani

Danny trying to eat Bruce's food

Hal trying to sleep

[ronearoundblindly]

Pampered

Steve Rogers x shapeshifter!Alpine!Reader (platonic Bucky Barnes x reader)

Summary: A stranger comes by while Bucky is stuck on a mission longer than expected. Your friend's friend is...uh...really hot.

part of Companion Animal (see previous or series)

Warning for shameless enjoyment of cat behavior designed to mess with Steve, probably puns (many, many puns), thirsty thots, and fluff. Steve's just a sorta-clueless good guy. So...no warnings. WC 992

The sound of the key wakes you from a nap in the sunny sliver on the bed.

Normally, Bucky says he’s home when he returns, but all that follows the door clicking shut is “what’s this mess?”

No more words after, only the crinkling of plastic, foil, and cardboard as whoever came in cleans up your mess. Bucky has been gone for almost three days, and since you can’t figure out how to make yourself change back, you chewed through various packaged foods and snacks. You’re fine because this little form needs very little sustenance, but the intruder…doesn’t agree.

“Rascal” rumbles deeply down the hall.

You jump down as quietly as you can and peek toward the kitchen.

Enormous, broad shoulders are visible over the island countertop, and a perky, round bum angles to and fro as he gathers the last bits of trash.

The man straightens after shoving it all into the bin. He’s…he’s…he’s really handsome.

“Hey, kitty—I mean, Alpine, right? Hi, Alpine,” his soft, unfamiliar voice calls down the length of the apartment, “I’m Steve.”

Who the hell is ‘Steve?’ 

You shift so that only one of your eyes is visible to the newcomer.

“Bucky’s friend,” he adds, immediately muttering, “which she can’t understand, you idiot…” Steve begins searching the lower cabinets and finds the crap cans of cat food Bucky squirreled away after you refused to eat them.

“You’re either very hungry—or perhaps not hungry at all based on the stuff you ruined.”

This ’Steve’ is not a cat person. The big, blond man, bigger than even Bucky, fills your bowl and walks it over to you.

With each step forward, you bend lower in suspicion, but he doesn’t really notice before unceremoniously placing it in the doorway and continuing to the bathroom.

You’re not eating that, so you follow until he turns, looks confused, and shuts you out.

Gross. Unacceptable. You miss having thumbs.

If he’s going to bother at all, he’s damn well going to use those meaty arms to open you a can of the human stuff—the real food Bucky learned to feed you on day one.

You slap your bowl until it upends, trot into the kitchenette, and hop on the counter beneath the correct cabinet.

“Alpine,” you hear Steve shout from the bathroom, “what was that?”

Despite his annoyed grunt once he finishes and sees the spill, you paw repeatedly at the cabinet, crying in urgency because it seems to be the only thing he’ll respond to: pathetic guilt. You also come face-to-face with not just a handsome man, but possibly the hottest man you’ve ever seen, and lose time staring into his sky blue eyes.

“No,” Steve says, knocking you out of your daze. “Get down.”

You growl when he shoos you off.

After a half-minute standoff, Steve caves, sighing in defeat.

“Buck always said he’d spoil a girl rotten…” 

Well, you, sir, are cute, distant, and awkward. So there.

He starts to leave the kitchen, so you plant yourself in front of him.

“Babygirl,” Steve snaps, making you preen slightly at his tone, “I gotta get your bowl, or you get nothing, okay?”

Oh, yeah. I guess he does, you think with an indignant chirp, sitting by your bone-dry water bowl while he shuffles around, griping about wiping up the floor yet again.

You lick at the food only as long as it takes him to refill the water, and then you run over to the first potted plant, screeching. He’s making his way to the front door without noticing.

He hisses at himself. “Good call. I almost forgot.”

No one knows you can pull the tap to drink out of it like a fountain, but you have no way of transferring some water to the plants. Watching them wither has been the most motivation so far to attempt transforming back to a human, a problem you no longer have to worry about now that Steve is here.

“Buck got delayed,” he explains, “probably just another day or so. He’s mentioned figuring out a doggy-door situation for you, but apparently that’s a non-starter for the building. I guess…Guess you’re stuck with me coming by on occasion.” Steve rambles as he moves from pot to pot.

You stay at his heel, craning your neck to watch him gently tip the watering can repeatedly, a few veins pulsing along his thick forearm as he does so.

When he’s done, you sit in the middle of the hall, watching him gather his stuff and slide on his shoes.

“Eat, babygirl,” Steve encourages as he leaves.

You simply stare and shift on your paws expectantly.

He frowns. “Buck is coming home. I promise. He’ll be back soon.”

But Steve doesn’t continue to shut the door. His hand is just frozen there while he eyes you.

Then he gives in, comes inside again, and bends down to pat your head. It’s the first time he’s touched you.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. It’s gonna be okay.” Steve squats down, a sad smile stretched over his face. “What do you want, huh? You want company? You been alone too long?”

Yes.

You press into his hand and slowly blink.

“Alright, alright—“ he stalks over to the couch and sits, relaxing finally “—I’ll stay a while.”

Steve waits for you to settle beside him, curling against his firm thigh before he rubs down your back in a steady rhythm. You’re sure to purr loudly and respond to his continued chatting with merps and meeps. You can tell he's stressed like Bucky was when you first met, but as the minutes become an hour or more, the tension melts away. Steve seems to forget about everything else until his phone rings.

When he’s almost closed the door, Steve peeks one of his eyes around to see you standing patiently.

“Be a good girl for me and eat, okay? I’ll see you soon.”

Yes, Steve, I will.

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Winter as your girlfriend

Aespa GF HC

✰When you first meet her, she’s got that soft-spoken, mysterious vibe. Big eyes, Gentle voice, Quiet Giggle. You question if she’s an angel

✰She’s not. She is a gremlin disguised as a cinnamon roll.

✰She does not know how to flirt, like at all

✰Her idea of flirting is dropping a meme in your dms then saying “This reminded me of you <3” (It’s a raccoon in a trashcan)

✰She sends you TikToks at the most random times, of cats doing backflips then gets sad if you don’t react within 5 minutes

“You didn’t laugh at the duck one…You hate me don’t you?”

✰She sends you a blurry picture of a fish in a hoodie with the caption, “You btw”(Followed by a heart and the text, I’m so romantic omg)

✰She shows love in her own peculiarly adorable way

✰If you’ve been working for too long and haven’t eaten in awhile, she’ll walk into your room, throw a bag of potato chips at your face at full speed and say, “Here, eat, love you.”

✰Orders vitamins for you, but eats marshmallows for lunch.

✰She makes you a playlist for the two of you and titled it, “u make my brain do the dumb”

✰Tells you she’s brought you something. It’s a rock that, and I quote, reminded her of your vibe

✰She loves poking your cheek then pretending that it wasn’t her

✰Her physical affection needs time to build up. She starts as a “I’ll sit near but not too near or they’ll think I’m a weirdo.”

✰Once she’s comfy though? She’s a sleepy koala

✰Falls asleep on your shoulder during movies

✰Hugs you from behind when you’re brushing your teeth, like a backpack that comes with kisses and occasional bites

✰Puts her cold feet on your legs under the blanket, saying “You love me, suffer.”

✰She ADORES lap cuddles but pretends she’s doing it because you want it.

“You look stressed, so I’m just gonna…sit here…You know. For your well being.”

✰Will nap on you, head on your chest, mumbling nonsense like, “You smell like safety, and pizza.”

✰She writes your name with little doodles on her phone case

✰Wears your hoodie and acts like she forgot it was yours

✰When you ask her about it, she claims that it just showed up on her body so it’s hers now

✰Blushes and almost breaks down when you hold her face with both hands and look into her eyes

✰She pretends that she’s not clingy, but starts panicking and printing fliers if you stop replying for more than 8 minutes

✰She takes 500 pictures of you when you’re not looking and sets her favourite as her lockscreen.

✰When you ask her why she needs so many, she says, “I need a new wallpaper. And a backup. And a shrine.”

✰Leaves post-its on your laptop that say, “Drink water or I fite u.”, “u look hot today”, and last but not least, “this is us if we were frogs. Love u”

✰You’re her emotional support human and designated “Person who explains things to waiter because she’s panicking.”

✰She’s dramatic in the gentlest, most goofy way ever.

✰She would trip over her own feet then blame the floor for “being dramatic”

✰You forgot to say good morning?

“It’s fine, I’ll just go live in the mountains alone. With squirrels.”

✰She’s named all your stuffed animals, and talks to them when she’s bored or you’re not home

“No, no, it’s okay that they left, it’s just that TRAITOR didn’t give me a forehead kiss before going out.”

✰She claims that they sometimes snitch on you.

✰She likes to lie across your lap like a cat and scroll through TikTok while occasionally turning to say, “Babe, look at this goat screaming.”

[saja-boys]

I have a scenario/headcanon request that go hand in hand.

What would nap time with the guys be like and what are their bedrooms like?

Nap Time with the Saja Boys separately and together in the end

Jinu – The Leader

Room Aesthetic:

Sleek and minimalistic. Black walls with subtle gold trim.

Incense always burning. A huge window with blackout curtains.

Framed photos of the group + a secret sketchbook on his desk (he draws when stressed).

Plush lion on his bed that he swears isn’t his (it is).

Nap Vibe:

He always insists he doesn’t nap—then passes out sitting up.

You’ll find him reading or meditating then slumped over within 10 minutes.

His bed is surprisingly soft like memory foam hugging you from all angles.

If you lie next to him he’ll pull a blanket over you like it’s no big deal but he’s quietly pleased.

Bonus: Wakes up pretending nothing happened you drooled on my arm he lies.

Abby – The Musclehead

Room Aesthetic:

Gym gear EVERYWHERE. Dumbbells as doorstops posters of martial arts legends.

A mini fridge stocked with protein drinks.

Surprisingly soft lighting warm amber tones.

Giant beanbag he sometimes naps in instead of the bed.

Nap Vibe:

Refuses to nap unless you literally make him.

Once he’s down he’s OUT Heavy sleeper you could summon a ghost and he wouldn’t flinch.

Loves it if you fall asleep on his chest he calls it weighted blanket training.

Snore just a little but it’s comforting.

Bonus: Will carry you bridal style to the couch if you fall asleep somewhere unsafe like the floor

Mystery – The Enigma

Room Aesthetic:

Gothic meets neon black walls violet LED strips lots of mirrors.

A record player with old jazz and soul albums.

Tarot cards scattered everywhere no one knows if he’s joking or serious.

Smells like sandalwood and secrets.

Nap Vibe:

He naps upside down across the bed like a vampire.

Invites you to join him like it’s a sacred ritual. come we descend into the void together

Might whisper weird poetry before falling asleep.

Is 100% the type to wrap his tail if he had one around you in his sleep.

Bonus: You wake up and he’s staring at you dramatically you look peaceful like a haunted willow

Romance – The Drama King

Room Aesthetic:

Pink and red plush velvet flower petals in a bowl.

Candles EVERYWHERE If it looks like a fire hazard it’s Romance’s room.

Love letters to himself on the wall amirror shrine.

Bed shaped like a heart maybe we don’t ask.

Nap Vibe:

Demands nap cuddles has Nap Playlist #3 For Spoon Mood ready.

Hugs you like a stuffed animal the moment you lie down.

Talks in his sleep says things like yes I am the moment

Overdramatic if you wake up before him: You abandoned me to dreams.

Bonus: Will fake sleep just to make you stay longer

Baby – The Quiet One (But Chaos Hidden)

Room Aesthetic:

Posters of anime scattered plushies and LED stars on the ceiling.

Gaming console always on standby a nightlight shaped like a cat.

Small cozy and feels like a blanket fort.

Scent: something like lavender and mystery sugar cereal.

Nap Vibe:

Loves naps will nap anywhere.

Will pull you into bed like come on just 10 mins and it turns into 2 hours

Has like 4 pillows and insists you pick a vibe matching one.

Likes when you nap side by side hands touching just slightly.

Bonus: When he wakes up first he takes pictures of you with silly filters his phone is full of sleepy selfies with you.

Group Nap Time

If you fall asleep in the common room:

Romance brings the softest blanket.

Mystery dims the lights with a snap.

Abby props a pillow under your head like a bouncer guarding your dreams.

Jinu sits next to you with a book keeping quiet.

Baby snuggles next to you already half asleep.

They may be demon but even death messengers need a nap and with you It’s the one time they all feel human.

[bettymylove]

Okay, so I'm gonna ask a few people this in hopes one of them does it

But I need a theodore nott x hufflepuff!cat animagus!reader

Thanks if you do!

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pairing: theo nott x reader

content: hufflepuff!animagus!reader hides away and theo cannot find her.

a/n: I'm having the busiest exam week, but this request made me smile.

Theo dragged his feet back to his dorm, after trying to find you everywhere in the castle he had given up. The castle was way too big, there was no way he would roam it all in one day.

His front hit his bed and simultaneously, a cat's sound was heard, he looked around and surely your uniform was kept there folded neatly, the yellow tie sitting on top.

He peeked under his bed, and surely there you were, he reached out and plucked you up in his arms and you nuzzled in his lap.

"You were here?" He said with an exasperated sigh, though a smile was hinting at the corner of his lips when he saw you were yawning.

"I was looking all around, and you were here napping." He shook his head slightly at your follish behavior but decided to let it go when you had begun sleeping.

It was hours later when he was woken up, though a soft coat of fur wasn't what woke him up. Instead, it was your cold hands touching his cheek, startling him awake.

He smiled at you fondly, happy to have you back in your human form. You were putting your tie back on and were looking ready to leave.

"Where are you going?" He asked with obvious curiosity while you giggled and told his sleepy self that it was time for dinner.

He sat up in his bed and you brushed past him, but he took your hand and brought you back to him, sitting you on his lap. "Why did you run away after class?"

You looked clearly embarrassed, "I didn't score so well today." You admitted and he hugged you tighter kissing you cheek softly.

"Next time you run away and hide, take me with you." You smiled at this, he didn't give you a lecture nor told you study harder, he just supported you and it was all you needed.

[just-some-user-hunny]

The Cannibal dragon headcanons ...

(art credit for middle image, ig: dracalyss)

. Cannibal is a huge dragon, the largest of all wild-dragons, but I can't see him being any larger than Vhagar- let alone Balerian the black dread. I imagine he'd be a tad bit smaller than Vhagar- just about. His build is bulky and scarred, a thick neck of scarred obsidian scales, a set of jagged jet-black spikes that run along his spine, and covered in thick taut muscle and hardened flesh. His eyes are a blazing emerald green, teeth sharp and jagged like a shark.

. I also love the idea of him having this 'grinning' look on his face, like a crocodile or the indoraptor from Jurassic world. (His personality screams indoraptor to me, just a mean guy with a nasty lil goblin grin). And with his torn jaw and exposed teeth, it makes him look even creepier and menacing. There's something way too...human about it. Expressive in both his grin and mannerisms.

He's definitely a stare-er too. Something about a monstrously big dragon being unnervingly quiet and observing is uncomfortable, which is exactly the vibes he gives off.

. I like to visualize him as a very 'wild' looking dragon, like how'd you imagine a stray feral cat. His scales are rough and weather-worn, covered in large claw-like scars from fighting and hunting other dragons throughout his life. There's also fanart of him missing a huge chunk of flesh around his jaw and mouth, baring his teeth, which I think looks really cool :) as a young dragon he probably picked off the small and easy dragons, ones that wouldn't put up much of a fight. But as he grew in age and size, he would probably grow cocky and try his luck with larger prey. Due to him being an absolute monster, I'd imagine he'd often come up on top- but not without earning a few disfiguring scars in return.

. Despite never being bonded to a rider before, nor being ridden before in his life (he'd scoff at the mere thought of some little measly human thinking that they could climb upon his back and treat him like a pony), once he bonded with you it was like an instant connection. He is still a little edgy and unpredictable, but there is one thing for certain and that is he is always as gentle as possible with you. He'll press his body into the dirt if it allows you to climb on and off safely, craning his claws and jaw for you to step upon.

. He wouldn't wear a saddle, so you'd have to learn to ride him bareback. Thankfully he has many jagged scales and spikes to cling onto, but to be on the safe side, you'd have special riding gear to wear to help cling on. Rougher gloves and boots and trousers, it certainly helps, even if it's just a little. If anything the fact you ride bareback is a testament of your bond, showing how close and in sync you both are.

. The biggest issue with him would be his... diet, and how he'd have to adapt once he begins to hang around dragonstone more often. I'd imagine he wouldn't eat much, adding to the unpredictability of him and when he would hunt, but as his rider you'd have to supply him at least livestock every week to keep him happy and saturated. Cows, horses, large livestock due to his sheer size.

. He flies quite similar to Vhagar. His form is heavy, and although strong, he is lumbering.

Although at his age now he'd be a rather ancient dragon, he wouldn't really show his age besides a few moments where he just wants to curl up in his little cave upon his ✨private island ✨ to take a nap. In his youth he was most likely a very quick dragon, like a stalking panther striking upon his food. (Being younger dragons and hatchlings). I've seen someone write about him being a silent hunter (I'll reblog and credit once I find them), but that's such a neat idea for his character! He's survived from hunting his own kind, so he's going to hunt differently. Smarter.

. His fire in the books is described as green, and that's just too cool to swap it out with normal fire. Blazing emerald flames that engulf earth and prey, unnatural and mystical. It'd be very distinctive as well, whoever finds their fields or flocks of trees burning and crackling in a blaze of green fire, they'd know that the cannibal had just been there.

. Personality wise, I feel like he'd be cruel and sadistic, but wise and grumpy. Probably cocky as well, for having survived on his for so long and through unconventional means.

He's not a hardheaded bully, he's very tactical when it comes to facing challenges, but at this point he's such a huge threat he may be blinded by his own ego and emotions. If something were to happen to his rider, he'd make sure you'd get avenged. He's ride or die, quite literally. He'll burn everything down for you, because he feels strongly for the one human he feels he can trust. His grief is not silent or tearful, it's angry.

[mymoshangthoughts]

more of my mobingshang agenda lolol

but oki to keep from complicating matters, this is an au where shen yuan never transmigrates. so he's off living his happy cucumber life and buying his binghe merch while cursing that hack of an author.

MEANWHILE that hack of an author got grand-slammed into the story he wrote, as per canon, and he is Trying His Fucking Best To Survive Okay. And he thinks he's doing an okay job of it too! He avoided interacting too much with the protagonist during his disciple days, but when they did run into each other he made an effort to make a good impression on his future emperor.

things were going Just Fine until the day that binghe accidentally found out there was a demon sleeping on an ding peak using his dream demon powers. w/o shen yuan to distract him, he's already been gathering intel on all the peaks AND BOY IS THAT SOME INTEL. but now binghe is big curious about this demon. is the demon like him? someone who joined the sect without knowing what they were? or were they a demon spy? what were they doing on an ding of all places?

so binghe decides to take a good long peek into this demons dreams, just to get a feel for what sort of person he is and theres mobei jun in all his booby glory, the sexiest man binghe has ever seen in his entire fucking life.... who is dreaming about napping? literally. thats the dream. mobei jun is taking a cat nap in the snow by a tree with a satisfied expression on his face. clearly the demon likes the cold.

it's a really stupid a simple dream but its just... cute? binghe is kinda dying over how cute it is. how much does this guy like napping? but also this tells binghe next to nothing about the identity of the strange an ding demon so he really should prod the dream to gather intel. but he kinda cant bring himself to? and he winds up letting mobei just dream bc he's so cute, determining that he can prod the dream next time

binghe watches a few of mobei's dreams that way. sometimes mobei is fighting in his dreams, sometimes he's napping or reading, and sometimes peak lord shang appears in the dreams, just kinda scrambling away in that undignified way that he does. which isnt actually surprising, mobei is on an ding so of course the people around him might appear in his dreams and the peak lord is the person who sticks out the most. binghe has certainly had more than one terrible dream involving shen qingqiu. at least peak lord shang seems to just be an inept peak lord and not a cruel one, binghe can respect that

binghe's irl investigations of an ding arent proving very fruitful tho. he cant find a disciple with mobei's appearance anywhere on an ding and he is LOOKING, but perhaps he has some sort of appearance distorting magic? he does have some undeniably demonic features so that would make sense

anyway, binghe doesn't end up interfering in the dream until he winds up in a nasty one from mobei's childhood and he is PISSED bc he now has a fair idea how this guy wound up stuck in the human world, but also who could dare be cruel to baby mobei?! he's literally the cutest thing on the planet!

so binghe shows up in the memory dream and scoops up child mobei, carrying him away from the danger and transforming the dream around them to be something pleasant that mobei would like. snow and creatures and books and hoenstly binghe is getting the best kind of power trip from watching mobei's face just light up as he's saved from his terrible dream

and okay, binghe is very invested now. what's the harm in just... showing up in mobei's dreams? ya know, just on and off. he's another face in the sect. it's easily explained away as "oh a random shidi appears in my dreams lol dreams are so weird" and binghe takes to interacting with mobei in the dreams. just small things. sitting next to him while he naps or asking about what he's reading or helping him in fights and it's just Really Nice to be with him

mobei doesnt talk much and he's either terminally awkward or super shy, or maybe both, but binghe gets really happy over every time he's able to get mobei to talk to him

except

except the most fucking common topic is shang fucking qinghua.

look, binghe has nothing against the an ding peak lord. he really doesnt. qinghua's been nothing but a good shishu to him. but it's just... really annoying to him somehow that he spends so much time and effort to get mobei to open his mouth to talk about what he's reading and what comes out of his mouth is something inane like "qinghua's writing is better" and what's with that? 'qinghua'? not shizun? not shifu? not even shixiong or shidi? QINGHUA?

WHAT IS THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND CAN QINGHUA PLEASE JUST DIE THANKYOU

binghe isnt quite blackened yet so he's still feeling a lil ashamed over being so possessive and cruel in his thoughts but fr, if he has to hear another "the pelt will be for qinghua" after they hunt a beast together in the dream world, binghe might actually do something very unfilial to his dear shishu

hedging, binghe decides to prod the dreams so that he can understand the relationship between mobei and qinghua better. directing it to a random dream about their past together. he's expecting something about maybe them being disciples of the same generation but what he is NOT expecting is to find himself in a cramped inn where qinghua was circling mobei like a fucking octopus and nearly licking him where a younger (and INJURED) mobei is looking quite flustered and unsure what to do before shoving qinghua off the bed

and what exactly the fuck was that? binghe needs CONTEXT. but the dream ended before he got more because mobei woke up and oki, now binghe is going to investigate the fuck out of his damn shishu. HOW DARE HE HUG MOBEI LIKE THAT BEFORE BINGHE GOT AN OPPORTUNITY TO HOLD MOBEI LIKE THAT, HE IS DROWNING IN VINEGAR RN THANKYOU

and now qinghua is freaked the fuck out bc his protag son is Paying Attention To Him. making an effort to make conversation and make excuses to run errands to an ding and Yep, that Cannot bode well actually. it doesnt help that his king has been acting a bit strange lately as well.

not necessarily angry or mean. just kinda... distracted. like his attention is elsewhere. and ya know what? qinghua kinda resents it oki. bc even tho his king is mean and grumpy and a spoiled tyrant and a total jerk, his king usually pays more attention to him? and this split focus is stressing qinghua out a lot. so he's doubling his efforts to please his king while trying to dodge the protagonist and His Life Is Stress

and then the immortal alliance happens and qinghua thinks its mostly gonna go as planned, except NOT bc mobei jun shows up in person and looks noticeably shocked when he meets binghe. and binghe looks shocked too?? and the system is freaking out and shen qingqiu shows up to be scummy so things SHOULD be back on track except--

except mobei jumps into the abyss after binghe?! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING EXACTLY AND WHEN EXACTLY DID IT HAPPEN AND FUCK QINGHUA DOESNT KNOW WHY HE JUMPED IN AFTER THEM BOTH, HE REALLY HAS NO FUCKING EXPLANATION, ITS THE STUPIDEST THING HE'S EVER DONE

cue abyss arc but it's qinghua and binghe passive aggressively fighting each other for mobei's attention all through the abyss 🤣 just the cattiest of fights between them that also results in Tension between them bc theres also attraction there pfff but they're both too fixated on how badly they want mobei to really pay attention to that