#meow cafe fic

[arrowheadedbitch]

Aizawa: Ugh, finally, I'm ho- Kaminari? What are you doing here?

Kaminari: Oh, hi Mr Aizawa, uh, Hitoshi wanted to help me get over my fear of cats so he's making me hang out with Present Mewc over here

Aizawa: You're afraid of cats?

Kaminari: Uhhhhhhhhhh, anyways, check out what I did!

Kaminari, holding up a cat treat: Mewc, sit.

Present Mewk: *sits*

Kaminari: Okay, now show off

Present Mewc: *Stands up and walks slowly around in a circle*

Kaminari: Good, now give us a dance

Present Mewc: *Bobs head back and forth for a few seconds*

Kaminari: All riiight, now ELECTROCUTION!

Present Mewc: *falls over and wiggles around for a few seconds before going still and twitching once*

Kaminari: Good job, Mewc! *gives treat* Isn't it cool, Mr Aizawa?

Aizawa:

Aizawa: What the fuck did you do to my cat

[kykyonthemoon]

The Day You Were Destined To Be His Caretaker

The cat café you frequent allows customers to adopt cats, and you are thrilled to be a cat caretaker. The fluffy fellow you bring home, though, seems to be more than simply a cat.

── .✦ Character x Female Reader|MC

Included parts in order: Rafayel - Xavier - Zayne - Sylus

♡︎. Tags: Alternate Universe, therianthropy (cat/human hybrids), fluff, soft and sweet, caring, cat cafés.

♡︎. Word count: 4k1

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── .✦ Ky Ky’s notes:

This story was inspired by Yes, Cat Caretaker version & Meow Time event. It is my entry to the Love and Deepspace Cat Caretaker Assembly - Fan Art Contest.

I really appreciate all your support on my X <3

References to their cat breeds: x

Rafayel - The playful cat

That day, you traveled to a common cat café by the shore. There were many cats at the café that had been adopted by customers. You hoped that you would find one to become your companion too. Then, you met him.

The cafe's largest treehouse at the time featured a little, curly-furred Devon Rex on the top floor. You had no idea how he climbed up there, because unsteady legs made it obvious that he was frightened of heights. His big round eyes scanned the world madly before closing. You were the only one who listened to his tiny meows.

You hurried over, held up your hands to the cat, and said:

“Come down here. I will catch you.”

"Meow?"

He opened his eyes and gave you a serious look. He still did not seem to have much faith in you. This was a cat you had never seen at the café before. Perhaps he was brought here by the owner recently.

“It'll be okay,” you said once again in a gentle and reassuring tone. A staff member approached you and said:

“This cat has been mischievously climbing up there again. It's obvious that he's afraid of heights, yet he just likes to crawl up there. We don't know why. Please give us a moment so we can take him down.”

“No need,” You replied. “I'll give it a shot. Is that okay?”

After giving you a nod, the staff moved aside to observe your attempts to get the cat down. You stood on your tiptoes and your raised arms felt weary. But you always smiled and comforted the cat.

“It's okay. I'll always wait for you down here!"

After pondering for a while, the cat decided to jump down. He rushed into your arms. Immediately, you hugged the small soft cotton ball tightly. From that day on, he followed you home. 

You had never owned a cat before, so in the first few days, you were very tired of having to chase him around the house. What surprised you so much was that while you failed to think of a good name for him, one morning when you woke up, you caught the cat with your pile of old crayons. He had written on a piece of paper the name Rafayel.

Although you found it strange, you decided to call the cat by that name. After a long day at work, Rafayel enjoyed wrapping himself around your feet whenever you got home. However, he was also so mischievous that while you were away, the house was usually in disarray. You once took Rafayel to plant trees in the garden. He enjoyed playing freely, chasing frogs, and catching butterflies there. He was so eager to assist you with digging that he even dove into a pot of dirt, getting his fur all soiled in the process. You laughed while feeling sorry for him at the same time.

“Look! I've just planted a meowing tree.”

Then, you grabbed him by his scruff and took him to the bathroom.

“You're so playful. You got dirt all over your fur now."

You put Rafayel in the tub and turned on the shower. Abruptly, a thin stream of smoke spread across the room. After a moment, your cat was out of sight as the haze gradually cleared. Rather, a man with purple eyes who looked exactly like Rafayel was sitting in the tub.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" You let out a loud scream. “YOU PERVERT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CAT?!”

To your surprise, you tumbled to the bathroom floor while defending yourself with the showerhead turned on. Water splashed onto the man's bare chest. He tried to use his hand to shield the water from the shower and finally decided to reach over and turn it off. You were the focus of his teary eyes. He seemed somewhat distressed.

"Who are you calling a pervert? You've been dragging me into bed with you every night for the past few days, as you can see! Just now, you even wanted to give me a bath!”

"Huh???"

“It's me. Rafayel.” He said, pointing with one hand to the ears on his head and the tail peeking out from inside the bathtub. "Do you no longer recognize me, my lady?"

“R-Rafayel?”

“Yes… Meow?”

Although you had heard tales about therianthropes coexisting with humans, you never ventured to think that the cat you had taken in was one of them! For a moment, you were unsure of what to do, and could only mumble to yourself: "Refund... I want a refund... Obviously the café staff gave me the wrong cat..."

“What? Do you want to send me away?” Leaning toward the bathtub's edge to be nearer to you, Rafayel scowled. You always knew that therians had their own charm, but meeting such a picturesque person was beyond your imagination.

He continued to sulk: "The person who just promised to take good care of me for the rest of my life, now wants to throw me away?"

To be fair, you had said that to the Devon Rex, not to the charming curly-haired boy in front of you. You wanted a cat to keep you company, yet ended up with a half-cat, half-human sullen man. You stood up, intending to get out and figure out how to deal with this later, but Rafayel swiftly grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the bathtub with him. 

“Are you really going to leave me? Once you've made a promise to me, you cannot go back on it! Even if you wish to get rid of me, it's already too late! You're stuck with me, no matter what!"

Xavier - The super cat

There was a recent event at the local cat café to allow patrons to adopt cats. The requirement was to be selected by that feline and capable of caring for the little animal companion. It was ideal because you had been searching for a pet to care for. There was only one problem: the cat you had your eye on was the most famous character at the café.

He was a Ragdoll named Xavier, with large, wide blue eyes and silky fur. Ever since he showed up at the café a few days earlier, had been the talk of the town, the "prince" that everyone wanted to take home. However, Xavier showed no concern for the customers. Because he disliked being touched, he typically slept in the treehouse. There were times when you found the cat snarling at others that you had just fed or petted. He would then approach and rub his head on your hand.

At times like that, you could not help but pick up the cat, place him in your lap, and caress that soft belly. Instead of displaying any signs of distress, the cat even purred to indicate how at ease he was. You pondered why none of the other cats dared approach you whenever Xavier was by your side.  Then, the café owner congratulated you that he had chosen you as his caretaker, and that you could go through the adoption process right away.

You set up a cozy mattress for the cat next to the bed on the first night you brought Xavier home. Unconcerned, he sprang into the bed, climbed into your cozy cover, and requested to lay next to you. No matter how many times you scooped him up, Xavier still climbed onto the bed. Eventually, you gave in and let him sleep with you on the bed.

After a few days, Xavier got used to his new life with you. Whether it was night or day, he slept a lot, ate a lot and rarely went out. Additionally, he had a keen sense of other animals' smells. For instance, before going home one day, you went to pet the neighbor's cat. Xavier did not even bother coming to the door to greet you anymore but sat huddled in the corner.

“Xavier?” You called, but your cat did not respond.

You purposefully consoled Xavier by placing the bag of newly purchased cat toys on the table and bringing them out one at a time. However, he simply turned away from you and seemed to be sulking a lot while staring out the window.

"I apologize... I promise not to let another cat touch me next time." You said, taking note of Xavier's demeanor. His ears turned in the direction of your voice, albeit he did not move an inch. “Even the dog next door, the squirrel on the way home, the birds…”

You thought Xavier would be angry and ignore you for good, but when you curled up in the blanket and dozed off, you felt the bed sink. Your hand went to the area beside you. Were you dreaming? Because it was not a cat that you touched. 

The hand belonged to someone else. That person's warmth was quite familiar, and there was a hint of the cat fragrance you sometimes used for Xavier. You attempted to see closer by opening your heavy eyelids. The muscular, exposed chest of someone stood before you. On occasion, he would even softly rub his cat ears on your cheek and nuzzle down on your neck. He draped his tail over your body. It was an all too familiar dream. Since you had picked up Xavier, it felt as though you were having this same scenario every night.

You started paying more attention to Xavier and suspected that your cat may be a therianthrope. Nevertheless, you lacked any hard proof until one day.

The treehouse set you bought a few days before arrived that day. After some effort, you were able to put most of the components together. The top floor was quite high, so you had to find a ladder and climb up. You put everything together and then turned to face Xavier. His tail was still up in the air, and he was still absorbed in the cardboard boxes in the center of the home.

“Xavier? Do you think the treehouse is good now?"

Xavier turned around and looked up at you. From above, it felt like he was just the size of your palm. So small, so adorable. You climbed down the ladder, but it was so unsteady that you slipped. 

“Ouch!” 

You felt like you were falling down with the tilting ladder. You might end up on the cat. Yet, Xavier vanished in an instant. Rather, powerful arms seemed to hold you up, embraced you, and you both collapsed upon the unkempt pile of boxes.

"Meow!"

You stared down at the person underneath you while holding your body up with your arms. These perked ears, this tail covering your legs, even those blue eyes that were gazing at you with affection... You were quite familiar with all of these.

Was it the therian you saw every night in your dreams?

"Xavier? 

He gave you a worried expression. 

“My lady, are you okay?”

“You… You really are… a…”

You were unable to convey how you were feeling at the time—confused, anxious, mixed with a little joy. 

“Hmm?” Xavier glanced at you and blinked. “It's me. Your Xavier.”

“But you… you're a cat…”

While surprised, you saw his face getting closer and closer as he sat up and said to you: "I am a cat. I am also human. My lady, which shape of mine do you prefer?"

Zayne - The cat maid

Lately, you had got the impression that the furniture in the home had sprouted legs on its own and everything was more neat than before.

At first, you assumed it was because you were absent-minded or careless. Despite the fact that you did nothing, your house gradually grew cleaner and tidier. Not only that, but there was always warm water in the kettle when you returned home from work.

You suspected the house was haunted, but this ghost was really a considerate one! You had just recently moved to this cold, snowy mountainside town for work. Being busy with work had left you with no time to rearrange your stuff, and you frequently were ill because you were unaccustomed to the weather. Thus you were quite thankful to someone who came to clean up and care for you discreetly. Without a doubt, the landlord never paid you a visit, and the neighbors saw no one else entering or exiting your home. How strange!

"Hey, do you think our house has a… ghost?" You questioned the large gray and black cat, who was proudly patrolling the home. When he saw you, he lifted his tail and let out a "meow".

You recently adopted this Maine Coon cat. With his significant size and lengthy fur, he provided you with warm comfort while you were alone in this strange, frigid region. You encountered the cat outside a café. The owner stated that stray cats frequently came in looking for food, and if they liked a customer, they would most likely accompany them home. At that moment, your Maine Coon was outside. Snow dropped all over his luxurious fur. He continued to stare at you for a long time. After a time, you decided to walk out to greet him and share with him some of your food.

The cat was not seeking for food, just gently rubbed its head against your palm. He even gently bit you, causing you to cry, "Ouch!" 

Only then did you realize that the cat's two front limbs were covered with overlapping scars. You did not scold him and softly massaged his head and ears.

“You're also having a hard time finding food, right? Do you want to come home with me?”

The cat's distinctive blue and yellow eyes flickered briefly. He followed you home. Sometimes you questioned if he was just a cat or a therianthrope. He gave you the sense that he was actually a person. However, the cat never turned into a human. Back in the home, he rubbed his soft hairy head on your face.

"Alright," you laughed because it was ticklish. "If you see someone else entering the house while I'm away, definitely don't let them run away again."

The cat purred gently. You had to put the investigation on hold for a while to focus on your work. Still, there was one time when you forgot your documents at home, you returned at noon and discovered someone was inside the house.

You moved carefully into the living room. A massive cat tail stood out straight and swung gently behind the sofa. You realized it was your Maine Coon's tail. You called softly:

"Zayne?"

Two cat ears emerged behind the sofa. But this was not the Zayne cat you knew.

The face stared at you both strange and somewhat familiar. His pupils, which resembled your cat's, widened in astonishment. You were shocked when that person stood up straight since he was so tall. He was attired in your black apron with white ruffled edges, carrying a feather duster in one hand and a pile of old books and newspapers you had thrown haphazardly under the sofa.

The person who helped you clean every day had revealed his face. The only thing was, you could not believe that it was really your cat.

“Z-Zayne?!”

The tail behind him whipped vigorously. You were not unfamiliar with therians living alongside humans, especially in this town. However, this was the first time you had seen your cat being... no longer a cat. You were deeply perplexed.

You suddenly realized that you had been living with a therian for some days without knowing anything. You carelessly cuddled him and let him sleep with you in bed. You felt so embarrassed. As a result, after that, Zayne sat crouched on the floor and listened to you scolding him for not giving you his true identity from the very beginning.

"I'm sorry…" Zayne responded. He looked up to you, who was now sitting on the sofa. One of his hands paused before placing it on your thigh. He pulled his face closer and longed to rub against you, precisely as when he was in cat shape, yet he was also concerned that you would push him away. "I wanted to tell you before, but I didn't know how to say it so you wouldn't be afraid or detest me."’

Why did he assume you would fear or despise him because he was a therian? You examined him intently, seeking for any remaining Maine Coon features. Dust had left a smear on his angular face. Unexpectedly, you put out your hand to wipe it away. Zayne saw your gesture as a sign of peace. He immediately rubbed his face into your palm.

"Eh…" You were about to withdraw your hand, but his adorable expression made you reconsider. You still didn't appreciate being lied to, and you felt taken advantage of during the last few days. You delicately squeezed his cheek before using both hands to play with his face as compensation.

Zayne appeared miserable, yet he patiently let you play with him. Looking down, you noticed his velvety tail wrapped around your leg. After you were done, he spoke up:

“There will be a snowstorm soon. You're not going to kick me out, are you?” 

“Hmmm. Let's see.” 

You gave a thoughtful pose.. Zayne could not wait any longer before continuing:

“I can clean the house. I can also cook.”

You pondered briefly before pointing to his cat ears. "Can I touch your ears?"

In cat shape, Zayne frequently refused to let you touch his ears. You must take advantage of this opportunity. 

Zayne stared at you for a while. He reluctantly leaned closer to you. One of his ears shifted slightly before your eyes.

“If you allow me to stay here then… All right.”

Sylus - The cat's return

One afternoon, you went to a cat café in a small, wild mountainside village. You had recently moved here for work and had no idea where to go because you were unfamiliar with the streets. You had just heard from a neighbor about the café and stray cat shelter, so you decided to check it out.  

The cats were originally aloof from you, but after an afternoon, they became closer to you. Many cats allow you to scratch their heads and rub their tummies. Most of the cats here were stray; some were abandoned by their prior owners, while others were frequently injured when fighting wild creatures. Seeing how well you cared for the cats, the owner invited you to return here on a daily basis to play with and care for them. You could even bring one home if you wished to.

That day, you went to the café when the cats were eating dinner. The owner had prepared their meal. You watched them eat to their hearts' content, discreetly checking attendance and selecting which kitty to bring home with you. All of a sudden, in the far corner was a caracal cat whose size stood out among the crowd. He was pushing the other cats away and taking their food.

The little cats started to fuss. You stepped over and retrieved the bowl of food for the cat who was wailing in your arms. The caracal cat glanced at you. His eyes were crimson; the abnormal kind of red. He was growling even. You grasped the tiny cat and moved away from him.

The caracal cat gave you a furious look. You spotted him heading towards the other cats, attempting to get more food. Letting out a sigh, you entered the café to ask for another meal.

When you returned, the caracal cat was there at the entrance. It was as if he knew you were going to bring out more food. You placed the bowl on the porch.

“Here you go. Don't steal other cats' food anymore, okay?”

The caracal cat glanced at you for a time before starting to devour his meal. When he was done, he proudly strolled over to where you were seated to enjoy the cool air with a few other cats on your lap. The cats fled away as soon as they noticed him. You felt sad for him having to face such isolation, but considering how he had just taken the other cats' food, you could sympathize with them.

The caracal cat rubbed against your thigh. You patted his head for a while. He seemed quite nice now, not as intimidating as he did when battling for food. Since then, you constantly brought him an additional meal. Of course, he grew more devoted to you. One day, you questioned the café owner: 

"Why doesn't the caracal cat outside have a bowl of his own?"

The owner slowly replied:

“The one that you always feed? He's a wild animal. He doesn't live with us here.”

"Huh?…"

"He always comes to the café to fight other cats for food," the owner went on. "We left him alone since we couldn't drive him away. Other than eating a little too much and scaring other cats here, he doesn't cause any trouble. But he appears to really like you. Have you considered adopting him?"

The café owner's urgent eyes seemed to be begging you to take this scrounger away as soon as possible. All you could do was chuckle. Through the window, the caracal cat's ruby eyes were still watching over you.

The fact that he would truly follow you home was unexpected.

“Hey, go back to your place. You can't stay here.” 

You chased the caracal cat away. Yet he kept coming back the next day, and the day after that. He spent the entire night prowling around your house. One time when it was raining cats and dogs, as you considered how lonely he must be spending all night outside, you felt quite sorry for him. You opened the door to find him on the porch, sheltering from the rain, his fur partly wet, and he was licking his wounds.

“Come inside,” you said to the caracal cat. His injuries must have resulted from fighting with wild animals. With the intention of taking him to the veterinarian the next morning, you left him in the living room and went to get some bandages. Yet when you came back, he was gone.

There was a noise in the bedroom so you went to check. You caught a glimpse of a caracal cat's tail inside. you were to find a towering man with ears and a caracal cat tail on your bed, countless wounds covered his body. Panicked, you quickly grabbed the clothes hanger, which was the closest thing you could reach for protection.

“Hey?… Mister?…” You called out, using the clothes hanger to poke at that person's body. His eyes, which were as brilliant crimson as two precious gems, opened slightly.

“A therian?…” You said to yourself in a whisper. If the caracal cat you often feed was a therianthrope, he probably would not harm you. It was very difficult given his current state. After giving it some thought, you choose to help him bandage the wound first. 

The caracal cat's eyes were partly closed as he lay still, watching you. After treating his wounds, you said: 

“I'll let you stay here for the time being. Once you recover, I will see how you can repay this."

Therian gave a smile. He waggled his tail beside your feet. He replied: 

“I owe you this time, my lady.”

“Not just this time. How about the times I fed you? They must be accounted for.” 

Your face heated as you remembered that you had previously caressed a therian with affection and that attractive one was now laying there. After gathering the remaining bandages, you headed out. However, he swiftly caught hold of your wrist and pulled you onto the bed.

“Stay here…” He whispered. “Your scent… It's very soothing…”

His breath carried the untamed scent of the forest, enveloping you. Your heart started to skip a beat. "You ask for too much," you replied, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. "Are you sure you can repay me later?"

“I, Sylus, am not an ungrateful creature,” he said, still holding the irresistible, devilish smile on his lips as he nuzzled into your arms. “How would you like me to repay your kindness, my lady?”

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Moving Out of the Closet by Sinnatious; Multi-chapter (21,411 words), Unrated; Modern AU - YJH meets his neighbour KDJ, who at first glance seems to be living in what he thought was the building's janitor's closet.

love in 144p by straycatmilkyway; Multi-chapter (12,085 words), Rated: Teen; Modern/Social Media AU - Popular Idol YJH becomes infatuated with down on his luck idol KDJ. KDJ has been YJH's fan for a decade. This is their developing romance through a socmed lens.

Filthy Acts at a Reasonable Price by threecrossings; Multi-chapter (5,065 words), Rated: Mature; Modern AU - KDJ had YJH meet his mom as his fake boyfriend to stop her from setting him up on dates.

[Rewrite] On the internet, nobody knows you're a dog by threecrossings; Multi-chapter (88,324 words), Rated: Teen; Modern AU - KDJ & YJH catfish each other in a MMORPG.

Mortifying Ordeal by WindsOfTime; Multi-chapter (85,978 words), Rated: Teen; Modern/Soulmate AU - Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk are soulmates. KDJ has known for 20 years now. YJH thinks he doesn't have one because a "wall" is blocking his access to their bond.

To Kim Dokja by YukiSkyes; Multi-chapter (19,528 words), Rated: Gen; Modern/High School AU - KDJ gets a love letter in his locker. YJH is not happy.

[raccoonspooky]

How different slashers would react to the Babygirlification of themselves on tumblr dot com.

(Slashers included: Patrick Bateman, All 3 Sinclair brothers, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Freddy Krueger.)

Nsfw! Extremely stupid dumb! This is x reader format!

Patrick Bateman:

He saw an edit of himself in cat ears and he proceeds to PUNCH his windows 98 behemoth of a computer. It hurts his knuckles and it's YOUR fault. You've made an enemy on this day. He proceeds to stalk your account and googles repeatedly on dialup internet, ur blog name and "location". Patrick also attempts logging into your tumblr but he’s maxed out the password guesses. He wants to go to a lan cafe in hopes of using every computer to try and log into your tumblr. Somebody tell him that’s not really a thing anymore. 

Bo Sinclair:

Loves it. Loves every single post talking about how hot he is, he's absolutely jerking off to the posts. Then he sees (1) post about how he's peggable and then he sees another post calling him babygirl and then he's lost his boner and is seethingly, barkingly upset. Like what's WRONG with yall! Who raised you!!

Vincent Sinclair:

He's flattered by the fan art, shy to look at anything that shows his face. Vincent doesn't get the babygirl thing at all. Is he supposed to be offended by it? You're not bullying him, are you? He reads some post about you wanting to suck his soul out of his dick and wanting his body to compact like a capri sun and his hands are genuinely shaking as he closes the website. That's enough internet for the rest of his life.

Lester Sinclair:

Squinty eyed, mouth sorta hanging open, Lester reads some post about how he's "skrunkly" and he definitely gives good head. He kinda rubs his mouth and sniffs, trying to decipher all of this internet lingo. Lester understands about 30% of it but he gets the general idea that you think he's super cute and that just makes him feel like he's walking on sunshine. Talk about an ego boost! Not only would you WANT him to eat you out, but you're writing dirty things on the internet about it? Lester feels like he's a million feet tall and he's been spraypainted gold.

Brahms Heelshire:

Loves!! it!! Post anything about him and that's like a marriage proposal smh. He's a little embarrassed about the sheer amount of thirst, but he's been up for like 48 hours red eyed just reading content and looking at fanart of himself. He sees some post about you wanting to give him a hug or hold his hand or something and he's just feeling REAL lonely. He wants that SO bad. Call him babygirl all you want, if that's your pet name for him, then it's his favorite thing that he's ever heard. You want him, don’t you? You’re not just SAYING he’s babygirl right? You mean it right? Right?

Billy Loomis:

Your inbox is exploding with awful, mean messages. The anon is calling you a slut and a whore and blah blah blah, he's sending long-winded paragraphs about how you should watch what you say online and he's gonna kill you. Why's Billy doing this? Oh because you wrote a fic about eating his ass and how he’d cum in less than a minute untouched and whining. You called him a poor little meow meow and reblogged some vid of a ghost face cosplayer in all pink dancing to an annoying pop song. Billy’s a very eloquent writer when it comes to his lengthy descriptions of how he’s gonna cut you to pieces.

Stu Macher:

Every single post about a generic ghostface, Stu just decides to think that's about him. There's fanart of ghost faces in cat ears, in skirts, in hot pink slutty outfits and he thinks every single one is great. He's obsessed with the fanfare! Stu’s obsessively searching his name, reading all the thirst out loud to anyone who will listen. He read your post about how his dick must be massive and he's tried to DM you a dick pic but tumblr auto-flagged it and now his account is pixelated and marked as nsfw. He also responds to every single ghost face thirst post with a bunch of emojis and it's kinda spammy. U accidentally block him.

Billy Lenz: 

To Billy, the word babygirl is stupid, thinks that all the piggy whores must be incredibly stupid and slutlike to call HIM babygirl. But! He’s very entertained by the fanart, Billy likes all the art that makes him look like a weird little creature. He responds to things here and there, but it's mostly keysmashes and corrupted text. No matter how soft or well-intentioned your posts are, you proceed to get spammy comments from a blank account, things like D̷̫̪͓͚͌̿̔ư̷̬͈̻̠̫͂̈́̒ṁ̴̧̛̭̩̼̌b̴̢̝̘̜̒̈́̏ ̴͎̻̩̓͝w̴̨̮͎̘̘̋̿̎͛̋h̶̪͎̳̗̉̈́̕͜͝o̵̝͔͛̄̏͐̚r̶̢̥̦̺͆̌e̵͔̩̫͂!̶̳̺̖͈̽͒̓̾́  and P̶̡͉͕̳̞͆̎̇̕ḯ̸̡͓̮̬̈̋̍g̴͉̅̎g̶̱̥̀̕y̵̡̝͇͘ ̶̛̖̔̀͂̂s̸̨̈́͂̕l̸̘̈́̈͘͝ǘ̶͚͓͎͆͋̒t̷̥̺͑̾͗!̶̜̹̗̌́ . The text is so corrupted you can’t even tell that he’s insulting you? Thankfully the comments and messages cease in a week or so because Billy drooled so much onto his laptop that the entire thing shorted out.

Bubba Sawyer: 

He’s giggling squealing grunting. Dude sees edits of his face where he’s got pink blush and flowers on his head, he thinks that he looks very pretty!! He’d very much like any of those silly costumes that he’s been drawn wearing. Dress him up, do his makeup! He’ll love it! You made some post about how you think he’s so big and handsome and he’d be so nice to cuddle and his hands are so big compared to yours, Bubba read it over and over and over. Somehow, he accidentally posted a very blurry photo to his blog with a keysmash username and tumblr removed his blog because of gore. This is very distressing for him lol.

Thomas Hewitt: 

After reading approximately (1) post about wanting his juicy fat man tits in your mouth, Thomas is suddenly very aware of the way his body is shaped. He’s been called a big, hulking freak for so long that he never thought at someone would be attracted to the way he looks. Slowly and using his finger to trace the words, he reads a LONG-WINDED thirst post about himself. There's several comments agreeing. Each comment is dirtier than the last. These are words he's never really comprehended before and this is honestly a little overwhelming. Then he reads a post about how you think he’s PRETTY and he’s very babygirl. This out of everything makes his face get hot and he’s done with the internet for now. He’s got a lot to think about.

Freddy Krueger: 

One of your posts was making fun of him for being a dirty old man. You really should’ve kept your mouth shut about that. He’s seen enough on your blog to really put together a grand ol plan on how to really fuck with you in your dreams. The more he stalks your blog, the weirder the posts get. He saw an edit of his glove where instead of blades, it was tipped with long sparkly acrylic nails. You’ve edited his hat to be a pink cowboy hat, you’ve given him hair once? You call him babygirl in every single post and he’s just titteringly excited to see if you’ll SCREAM babygirl when you see him. 

[marvelavengerspovs1]

Be Mine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!reader

Warnings: None, all fluff!

Length: 453

Summary: Bucky is excited to celebrate Valentine’s Day with you.

A/N: Ok so it's past Valentine's but you all still wanted the fic! It's not written as well as I would like it to be so I will be coming back to this eventually!

I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!

Bucky watches you as you sleep. He would argue that you look angelic, but you would say that you look like a mess. But Bucky is in love with you, he thinks that anything you do is a gift from above.

While you’re still asleep, Bucky carefully gets out of your shared bed and leaves the room. He wants to make sure that you wake up to the best Valentine’s yet. Alpine shoves her body against Bucky’s leg and he leans down to pick her up and pet her.

“Make sure she doesn’t wake up or leave the room Alpine.” He gives her body a pet and a kiss on her head before placing her down and leaving the apartment.

His first stop is the florists. He ordered two dozen of your favorite flowers. He walks into the shop and is greeted by a bell.

“Good morning! Welcome to Bloom’s, are you picking up an order?” The woman behind the counter calls out.

“Yes, it should be under Bucky Barnes.” He says as he moves toward the counter.

“Here you go,” The woman hands him the bouquet. “Must be a very special woman to receive a beautiful bouquet like this.” She smiles at him.

“Well, she is special.” Bucky smiles back at the woman before paying. “Thank you, have a good day.”

“You too, Happy Valentine's Day!”

With the bouquet in hand, Bucky goes to his last stop; Your favorite cafe. He called a week in advance to make sure that they could make your favorite bagel sandwich with a side of potatoes as well as your favorite coffee. He didn't want to leave anything to chance.

After getting your meal, he went back to your shared apartment to find that you were still asleep. Perfect he thought.

He gently closes the bedroom door and starts to decorate. He bought cheesy Valentine’s decor when you were out on a mission 2 days ago. He blew up balloons, hung streamers on the ceiling and door frames, laid out heart shaped dishes, and lit many candles.

Just when Bucky places your food onto the plate, he hears the door open and Alpine’s footsteps follow you. He quickly grabs the bouquet of flowers he bought and stands with one hand behind his back.

“Are you hungry Alpine?” He hears you ask the feline and a meow follows.

You walk into the kitchen and stop when you see the extravagant decor. You gasp and place a hand on your heart.

“Bucky…!” You turn to him with a huge smile.

Bucky smiles back at you and holds out the bouquet for you to hold. Once they’re in your hands, Bucky gives you a kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Doll.”

[kivedreams]

CAN'T GET ENOUGH. knj.

pair. idol namjoon x f. reader. 

genre. established relationship, long distance, have never said I love you. 

warnings. +18, daddy kink, unprotected sex, power imbalance, rough sex, filthy sex, dirty talk, fingering, namjoon is really demanding, lil degradation.

synopsis; you’ve been waiting for me so patiently, I know, I’ll reward you, you little slut! or namjoon has 3 free days from the military service and he decides to enjoy them with you.

word count: 3.5k

A/N: I haven't write a fic in seven years, I hope this lives to the today's standards. kive

It was already sunset, everything felt quiet and lonely in the apartment, music had become a sad thing to play, so enjoying silence had become your main thing the last 3 months, since he had gone, as a foreigner you didn't fully comprehend the concept behind military service, in your country military had never been a big thing, consequences of being an small country that never seem to need it, so the moment that you realize that Namjoon actually had to enlist for around 2 years made a fissure in your heart, you really could not imagine how life was going to be for you, for both of you during that time, will your relationship be able to fight the distance? you had already been dating for over a year and everything felt like a fairytale, sneaking around, going to cafes in the countryside, hiding in your apartments, the sneaky kisses, grabbing hands under the table, and hiding your relationship from everyone else, because it was safer for both of you, it made things fun and exciting, but of course it was sad too, not being able to go around seoul’s streets holding hands, not being able to share pictures of you together, not being able to kiss him whenever you wanted and denying the obvious from everyone, that you were completely in love with Kim Nam Joon.

You knew that it was going to be the result after accepting that personal assistant job, but it was ok, the pay was amazing, the opportunities were amazing, you were going to be working side by side with someone you have already admired for years, so just keeping a lid in your feelings wasn't going to be a hard sacrifice, but two whole years being behind the smart, handsome, and talented men that namjoon was, proved to be way harder than you thought It'll be, of course you got drunk, of course you forgot with who you were with, and of course it ended up with you, namjoon, the empty hall in your building, and you shouting to the world that your boss was the most beautiful men that you have ever seen and of course that it would be a pleasure to have his children, you would have been honored to do so, and the last thing that you remember is namjoon’s laugh and then falling into the darkness.

Next morning, you woke up in your bed, completely tuck in, with you curls in a bonnet, not a single drop of makeup on and a dreadful headache, you felt so bad that you thought you might puke, water was a must, while you walked down to kitchen in your one bedroom studio apartment, that was perfect for you and your cats, nobody could've expected what your eyes saw.

Kim Nam Joon was sat in your living room reading one of the books that you picked up the last time you were in the bookstore, Kim Ji Young born 1982 by Choi Nam-Joo, the shock was visible in your eyes, you didn't know what to do or what to say, you wanted to just roll back to your room and hide there for the next 5 years, why was Namjoon in your living room reading on your brown chair one of your books and drinking coffee from that pretty pink mug you thrifted a while ago? he did not notice your presence until you cat, Komi walked over to you meowing and demanding to be feeded.

He lowered his gaze from the book to look at your completely shocked face. “Good morning Y/N, I knew you were going to sleep till late. I made coffee and breakfast, do you want some?” he said with a little smirk, that did not mean too much for you at the moment.

You were frozen by the idea of having Namjoon in your house, you've been dropped off with him a thousand times, but he had never come in. Once you realize you've been in complete silence for a minute since he asked, you remembered that you had to respond. “Y-yes, I do” you said with a low but strong voice. “Ok, sit down I'll get it for you” he said while standing up, you couldn't sit down without feeding your cats first, you used it as an excuse to go to the bathroom and see the state that you were, bonnet falling up to the side, your bare face that showed how much you drank last night, you quickly washed up your face and fixed the bonnet because it was going to be impossible to do more than that.

Walking with small steps to the kitchen, you said good morning as soon as you saw Namjoon, he smiled at you and said the same, offering you the same pink cup but full of fresh coffee. “How do you feel? Do you have any headaches? I ordered some hangover medicine for you” he said lifting a white bag with the nearest pharmacy logo printed all over it, you could feel the embarrassment in your whole body, grabbing the bag and looking thru its contents, you took the gold colored bottle that you new was going to get rid of any traces of the effect of alcohol in your system. He put a bowl full of rice next to you, making you realize the side dishes that were in the countertop, and while holding two bowls, one that looked it had kimchi on it and another  with salted veggies on it Kim NamJoon said,

“So, you'll be honored to have my children?” in a laughing tone, and you knew it was over.

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That have been a whole year ago and it was still embarrassing for you, but somehow your feelings were not one sided, and thanks to that dumb slip off, you were there now in the apartment that you shared with the man of your dreams, it was lonely without him, but you were stress free and relaxed with your little demons, your cats, exactly what Namjoon wanted. When he suggested that it would be better for you to move in with him, the idea made you nervous but in the good way, moving together was an important step in your relationship. It made clear that Namjoon was taking the relationship as serious as you were, and honestly everything was better and easier.

You heard the door code and it spook you, because only you, Namjoon, the cleaning lady and maybe Jin had it, walking down the hallway to the door you were kind of scared, you knew it wasn't a thread because the security wouldn't let anybody come in, and the moment that the door opened you heart sank in surprised and happiness, there he was dressed in his military gear, carrying a small bag with his left hand, looking at you with those fiery eyes, you could not keep it to yourself so you left the scream out.

“Omg, omg omg! Nam!” you screamed while running close to him, he caught you up dropping his bag to the floor and lifting you closer, making it seem like there wasn't a height difference, and there it was that wood, forest scent that gave you peace, the scent of the man that had ingrained himself in your heart, it made you feel at home, you started kissing his whole face, while loading him with a million questions on the why and the how.

He let out a small laugh, walking with you on top to the entrance. 

“They gave us three rest days'' he said, kissing you back, you feel his warm soft lips on top of yours, redirecting the kiss, your body touching the wall, while he slowly lets you on the floor wrapping his big hands around your waist.

“I missed you so much Y/N, in a desperate type of way” kiss “You look so beautiful, I'm so happy to see you” he whispered in your ear, kiss “How have my baby been?” he asked in that low musky voice that drove you crazy, you wrapped your hands around his neck, asking him to lift you to his face, and he did, as always.

“I have been missing you since day one, sleeping on your side of the bed, even though it doesn't smell like you anymore” you replied kissing him back with the same amount of passion and intensity “how are you babe?” 

“Right now, I am marvelous, in front of heaven's doors you could say” he looked at you with those intense eyes, and that happy puppy face, letting you on the floor, moving to the bench at the entrance to remove the big black military boots that made him look even taller. 

“I genuinely cannot believe that you're here, in front of me” you said sitting next to him.

“I am baby, here in front of you” he replied, kissing your forehead. “ and if it were for me I'll never leave” 

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And there you were lying down, cuddling on the sofa, watching a random entertainment show that was on, both of you way to happy after making dinner together. You were trying to get even closer to him, even when your whole body was already on top of him, and he had you wrapped in his arms, it was never enough. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, pulling you closer. You moved your body resting your face in his chest “No, I just want to be closer” you replied hugging him, he laughed, you feel the vibration of his body in yours. “It's never enough for you, is it?” he sat down carrying you up.

“You know it is not” you said sitting on top of him kissing his neck. He put his hands on your thighs, you know how much he loves them, you're sure that they are now bigger since you've put on some weight due to stress eating this few months, between being ‘jobless’ and without him, cooking had become your comfort zone; you feel the way he's grabbing you, more aggressively by the minute, you like it, like you always do.

He enjoys your body until you let a small moan slip next to his ears, you feel how his whole body tense up, Namjoon moves his mouth to your neck whispering “ You liked that?” in a deep voice, he was turned on, and you were too.

“Y-yes” you replied in a moan while he slid his hands through the short pajama pants that you should have not been wearing during winter.

His hands started to wander around your waist, pulling the white cardigan out of you, letting wet kisses all around your neck, one of his hands left you waist, grabbing one of your breast he started stroking it, making you let out another moan, he knew where all your bottoms where and he started pressing them on, you'll be lying if you don't admit how horny you have been this months without him, you wanted it so bad, so desperately, you need it. He stopped stroking your breast over the blouse that you had, to rip it from your body.

“I want to fuck you so hard  Y/N, you’ve been waiting for me so patiently, I know, I’ll reward you, you little slut! ” He said passing his hand through your chest, he let a wet kiss on your neck and moved his mouth to your left breast placing his tongue on your nipple playing with it.

You let a moan out and heard a chuckle coming from his mouth, and then he started sucking on you tit while keeping one of his hands on your neck, there he was, he loved taking control of you, you could feel how his hand was holding you tightly, reminding you who you were from. He loved to know that he owns you, and that you gladly agree. 

He freed your neck and started playing with your other tit, your head falling into his neck moaning his name, his thick long cock rising up in his joggers you could feel it brushing in your leg, it was making you lose your mind, Namjoon loved when you please him, and you loved to please him, your hand reached to the border of his pants, touching his hard erection through the fabric, he moaned.

“This is how happy I am to see you” he said standing up with you on top, his voice was deep and his eyes were filled with desire, he sat you down on the edge of the couch removing your shorts and panties together.

 “I love how wet you are, tell me how much you want it” he said taking a step back to look at you, dripping wet, shining with sweat “I want to always see you like this, desperately waiting for me to eat you up, tell me Y/N, do you want it? call for it”

“Y-yes, Nam I want it!” you beg through desperate breaths, trying to catch your breath, to breathe at a normal pace. 

“Wrong Y/N” he said loud and demanding “What's my name?” he walked up to you, taking both your hands, kneeling you down in front of the couch, resting you face in it, he put his big hand in the center of your back bending you down even more “I’m going to finger you until you remember what's my name, you whore!” 

He slapped your cheek making you moan, his hands were moving around your whole body, like if he was tasting you, his right hand moved just to the top of you venus mount, opening you up with his long fingers, Namjoon started to play with your clitoris, making you moan and beg for his dick, but he wasn't going to give it to you, until you give him what he wanted.

“Daddy please!” you moaned, exactly what he wanted to hear.

“That's my baby, tell daddy what you want, and he’ll give it to you” he said in your ears, kissing your neck, his kisses moving down to your back, while he put a finger inside of you. “Is this what you want baby, talk to me” he said putting another finger inside.

“I want-t you inside, inside of me daddy”

“Who am I to deny your wishes” he said in a chuckle “ Stand up for me baby” he demanded so you did, his clothes were already on the floor, and when you stood up, you could see his dick in full bloom, he sat down on the couch making you sat on top of him, your back in his chest, you could feel how the military training had pay its fruits, he took your breasts in his hands, caressing your nipples “Look down honey, look how wet your pussy is, begging to be fucked”

All you could see was his dick touching you. You grabbed it with both hands pumping it up, seeing his shiny tip, desperate for it to be inside of you, the action well received with his moans and hard breathes.

 “Damn baby, you never hesitate, c’mon put it inside of you! ” he teased.

You lifted up your body, him helping you with his hands now on your thighs, you used you hands to drive his long shiny cock to your entrance, feeling the tip inside of you, driving it slower, but of course Namjoon would not let you have that, he moved his hands making you whole body fall in his cock, it opening you up, the stretch hitting you up just where you need it, driving you crazy the way that you could feel it completely filling you up. He stayed there for a second waiting on you, making sure that you were ok.

“M-move, please move!” you beg in a whisper, he gave it to you.

Namjoon hugged your body, lifting you while moving himself up and down, you heard him moaning and panting, and that made you even more aroused, he was stretching you up, giving you what you wanted, his dick.

3 months without seeing him and getting his touch, how much you missed him

made you feel insane, but now he was here showing you that he was going insane too without your body close to him, it was joyful having you on top of him.

Namjoon started to touch your clit with two of his fingers, you were so wet for him, and he was enjoying it to the fullest, he could feel how close you were, he wasn't going to last longer either.

And suddenly he pulls out, making you moan in disbelief

“why?!” you screamed

“ I want to see your face when you come for me” 

He turned you around, like a rag doll, you forgot how strong Namjoon was, especially when he wanted you in a specific place.

“C’mon sit on it” he said grabbing his dick, you did not hesitate, and sat on it immediately

“D-daddy!” 

He kissed you, deeply,his tongue exploring your mouth, he grabbed your ass with both of his hands making the pace even more aggressive, you were about to cum, you felt it, breaking the kiss, feeling the lack of air and the heat in the room. Your moans louder by the second.

“Come for daddy baby, come” he whispered in your ears with his deep voice, and that was it his sucked your nipple while you came making you a mess of moans and deep breaths, orgasm hitted you high, and you could feel him still using your body to get to his own climax.

“I'm coming inside baby” his voice even deeper, and you wanted it.

“Yes daddy, cum inside of me” you moaned for him.

His thick load filling you up, the warmth of his cum heating you up from inside, his moans drive you crazy making you cum again with him, a mix of moans and hard breaths, inhale, exhale, fill the room, you fell on top of him trying to catch your breath. 

“That was intense, I am out of words” you whispered hugging him

“Indeed” he said, caressing your lower back. “ I love you Y/N” 

He stand up with on top, wearing a shocked expression on your face it was the first time he ever said it, it caught you by surprise, Namjoon trust issues were as clear as the day, so he never fully open up about his feelings, and you let him, you understood that it would take time, for him to be completely open to you, it was ok you were there for him and that was the best way to prove him that he could trust you with his feelings, him saying I love you market a new path in you relationship. 

Before you could realize it, you were already in the bathroom Namjoon, pulling out of you letting you slowly on the floor. The mess between your legs demanded to be cleaned, he kissed your shoulder and said “ Want to take a bath?” you nod, still in disbelief of what has happened. 

Namjoon prepared the bath for the both of you, using the bath salts that you loved, you were still there standing up in front of the mirror, seeing him move through it, making sure the water was warm enough lighting up the candles, he got close to you hugging you from the back “Lets rinse up first, ok?” you felt the doubt in his voice, the nervousness in his system, you could only nod. He moved you to the shower, tying up your hair in a bun, he knew wetting your hair at this time meant a test, you feel the water going in your skin, the warmth felt good.

“Ok, you're clean baby, come” he said, driving you out of the water to the bath.

You could see the stars through the windows of the bathroom, there you were resting on his chest, hearing his calm breath, feeling his hands on your ways, the bubbles covering your bodies,the burning smell of the candles, and the warmth embracing both of you.

“Nam” you said in a whisper.

“Yes babe” he said, taking your hand.

“I love you too” 

You heard him exhale deeply, meaning relief, “I was scared, though I said it too soon” he said, moving your body so you could face him.

“I wasn't expecting it so I got surprised, sorry”

“Nothing to be sorry for babe” he said, giving you a kiss, it was sweet and soft, he was telling you how much he loved you. You broke the kiss.

“Can you say it again? I want to hear it more” you said smiling, your body could not keep the amount of happiness going through your body.

“I love you Y/N” he whispered, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer for a kiss, and there you knew he was going to make love to you again, because it was never enough with you two. 

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with love kive <3

[yellow-computer-mouse]

i finished that fic i wanted to write! under the cut :)

featuring ccino and nightmare!

Ccino knew, rationally, that his cafe was a neutral zone. He knew that he was respected and held above conflict. However, it was still mildly terrifying to see Nightmare himself walk in and make himself at home.

“Hello,” he greeted cheerfully, pushing down his dread. Criminal or not, he was still a customer. Business was business. “May I take your order?”

Nightmare looked up at him, his bright cyan eyelight seeming to stare straight through Ccino. He blinked, turning away, and continuing along his path. Ccino craned his neck to watch him as he made his way into the cat room. Ccino sighed, going back to work. It was around closing time, but he didn’t dare tell Nightmare to leave. He wasn’t stupid.

As the clock hit 9 PM and he turned his sign to read closed, he looked over into the cat room. He couldn’t see Nightmare. Frowning slightly, he pushed the door open, stepping in. Wisp and Milky crowded his legs, meowing at him eagerly. He ignored them for the time being, looking around for Nightmare. His eyes finally landed on the guardian, his form slumped sideways across a sofa with Peanut crouched on his legs. The long-haired cat looked up at Ccino but didn’t move, his light ginger tail flicking gently.

Ccino stepped closer hesitantly, examining the dark skeleton closely. His arm was around a pillow, pulling it closer to him. His eye was closed, and he seemed far away. Ccino blinked, crouching down to his level, and ran a shaky hand over his skull. Nothing.

He stepped back, scooping up Wisp and petting his soft white fur idly. The cat jumped out of his arms as Ccino pondered the sight before him. Nightmare, the guardian of negativity, feared throughout the multiverse… was asleep inside his cafe. Huh. Ccino smiled despite himself. It was oddly endearing to see Nightmare so vulnerable. He seemed so small. Ccino realized for the first time that he was taller than the dark skeleton.

He let out a soft breath, running his hand over Nightmare’s skull again and quietly slipping out of the room to finish cleaning up. He gazed over the room before walking over and starting the kettle. Nightmare was his guest now, he supposed. He thought it odd that Nightmare, with how powerful he was, chose to stay at Ccino’s. Thinking about it, Ccino wasn’t sure what had happened to Nightmare after Killer had left and the truce had been formed. He knew that Dream and the other Stars had moved to the Omega Timeline, considering that hideouts were frowned upon after the truce, but… Nightmare was banned from the OT. Ccino peered back into the room through the glass wall separating the cats from the eating area. No wonder Nightmare looked so out of it when he first walked in…

He shook his head, going back to work. He collected the dirty dishes, scrubbing them gently and setting them on the rack to the side. He left the counter, heading into the cat room and unlocking the door that led from the cat room to his apartment. He went upstairs, looking around before deciding to clean up a bit. He didn’t know what Nightmare’s life was like at the moment, but he figured he might as well be able to offer something better than a couch covered in cat hair: a lumpy, slightly larger couch covered in cat hair.

He remembered boiling the kettle, and after a moment’s hesitation, took two mugs from his cabinet. Nightmare was a guest. He went back downstairs to the cafe, entered the cat room, and looked over at the guardian again. Nightmare hadn’t moved, but his eye was cracked open slightly as he sleepily batted at a ball on the ground. Ccino chuffed warmly, going to make some tea. The clock read 10:30 in glowing red letters as Ccino made a drink for Nightmare. He recalled the dark skeleton’s usual orders, maneuvering through the silent kitchen as he prepared a cup of tea. Nothing too fancy, just some chamomile, but hopefully Nightmare would appreciate the thought. Ccino pushed back into the cat room, waiting for a moment to watch Nightmare. He had sat up, his back propped against the armrest, and was petting Peanut. His hands ran through the cat’s thick fur, clumsy with sleep.

“Nightmare,” Ccino spoke softly. Nightmare startled, turning around to look at him. He sat up, grunting slightly with the exertion. Giving him a closer look, he really did seem like a wreck. Ccino pretended not to notice his disheveled state, instead moving closer and sitting on the floor beside Nightmare. “I made tea.” He pushed the mug over to Nightmare, watching as the other took it gently. He just held it in his lap for a moment, staring into the drink and letting the cup warm his hands before taking a sip. He still seemed tired.

“Here,” Ccino said, taking the cup from him. Nightmare frowned, seeming like he wanted to say something, but Ccino shushed him. “Hold on. I’m getting you out of the cafe first.”

Nightmare blinked, trying to formulate a coherent thought before Ccino sat forward and lifted him into his arms. He held the guardian steady as he scrabbled in a moment of mild panic before reconciling his fate. Ccino felt a weight on his shoulder as Nightmare slumped in his arms, and he did his best to pretend he didn’t hear the soft whimper of relief Nightmare let out.

Ccino carried him upstairs, laying him down on the sofa before returning to retrieve his drink. When he finally made his way back into the apartment to settle for the night, Nightmare was almost asleep again. Ccino roused him, gently shaking his shoulder and trying not to feel guilty about the way Nightmare whined and reluctantly sat up.

“I brought your tea,” Ccino said, his voice softer than usual. Nightmare took the cup from his hands, leaning against the armrest and drinking slowly. Ccino kicked back, putting on a show and finally unwinding for the night. He looked over after a bit, having heard Nightmare set his cup down, and smiled softly at the sight he discovered; Nightmare was cuddled into the side of the couch, watching the TV with a sleepy gaze.

Ccino stood, leaving the room for a moment to bring a blanket from his bed, but on his return, he found Nightmare asleep. He sighed, taking a minute to stare at the guardian’s huddled form before scooping him up to better arrange Nightmare’s sleeping area. Setting him back down, Ccino laid the blanket over him, sitting beside Nightmare for a while before turning the TV off. It was getting late, and he needed to get an early start for the cafe the next morning. He turned the lights off, staring at Nightmare in the dark before deciding to turn on a lamp in the corner and leaving for his own bed.

Maybe Nightmare wasn’t so scary.

[donustellaron]

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aahauahausagusha i feel like this sucks but ill post it anyways also reader is based off this post cuz i rlly like the idea sooooo.....also they're a hopeless romantic and so is gojo so what do u get when you get two hopeless romantics together? lovey dovey sappy shit<33 anyways enough of my yapping here's the fic.

Yellow lotus flowers symbolizes curiosity, openness, and hospitality.

Gojo Satoru was the strongest sorceror in the modern era. That much is true, but there are stong people out there, Okkotsu, Maki, Nanami…the list goes on. But they're all Grade 1 sorcerors, Satoru was one of the 4 Special Grade sorcerors. He was sure, but as it turned out there was a 5th one. Satoru would meet him soon.

White tulips symbolize warmth, trust, and fresh starts.

Satoru wasn't at all surprised that the higher ups were calling him, but what did surprise him was the urgency they held, when he arrived at their location and escorted in he realized why. The amount of cursed energy in the room was immense, much much more than Yuta's, but he also noticed something else, the person who had the crazy amount of cursed energy, your features were doll-like but also realistic, like those Disney shows where the main character is shown as "ugly" but when in the right clothes with the right colors they look almost unreal. Now, Satoru himself never had that but he couldn't deny that you were attractive. The hideous voices of the higher ups broke Satoru out of his trance. He reminded himself why he was here, after a good 5 hours in the wretched room he walked out with a new companion by his side. He turned to the shorter man:

"Hey you wanna eat?" "Hell yeah."

Satoru decided it'd be best to walk to a cafe instead of bugging Ijichi who was accompanying Itadori and Megumi on a "field trip" (they're fighting their ass off). The cute guy with him was yapping animatedly motioning with their hands, Satoru felt himself loosen up in his presence, it felt great to be able to talk to someone like this after being around dark and brooding people (excluding Panda and Itadori). He laughed at something you said as you both entered the cafe, it was small and had cats which perfectly catered your interests, a white fur blue eyed cat trotted up to you and meowed, you cooed and bent down to pick him up, his fur was soft and his meows were so cute!! You rubbed the spot behind his ears as he purred. Satoru felt a slight tinge of jealousy, it didn't help that the cat looked like him, "Come on let's go sit," he leads you to a two seat couch, you sit down and place the cat on your lap, you noticed a metal name tag on his collar it read: Takayuki, he nuzzled himself into your lap and meowed. However Satoru tore your attention away by asking for your order, "Oh maybe uhhhh a vanilla frappuccino?" Satoru nodded and asked, "Anything else?" You shook your head and he went back to looking at the menu. Suddenly you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, something was off. You glanced at the door and you knew why, standing there was a man with long black hair and priest robes, you recognized those stitches across his forehead, it was someone you'd met when they were in a different body, you remember the gross liquids that flowed down the body's head when he took off the stitches, the body he took was someone who was close to you, a childhood friend. You only remember him asking you to take care and to remember him for when they met in the future, you turned to Satoru who'd also seen him but there was something in his eyes, a glimmer of recognition. Perhaps it was the body Kenjaku was using? Satoru grabbing your wrist broke you out of your stupor, his grip was a bit tight but you understood why. He rushed you out, scaring Takayuki on your lap, as you ran past Kenjaku you noticed he was staring at you with a cunning smile. You felt the paranoia rise in you as a million thoughts ran through your head at what Kenjaku is doing and why?

Aconites represent solitude and the rejection of others. Giving this flower to someone is said to represent saying Leave me.

sighs this took a beating from my mom to write but what will kenny do!?!?!??!!? only time will tell hehehe

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 25: June III

{{ Chapter 24: May II | Epilogue }} Chapter Directory

I for real feel like I'm grieving! This was my first published and completed fic in a VERY VERY long time and, as frustrating as it was sometimes, I'm so glad that y'all took this journey with me 😭

✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, alcohol, reader finally coming to terms with herself ✧ word count ➼ ~5.2k

School was over, but it didn’t mean you were entirely free of responsibilities.

Paradis University hosted a graduate banquet every year, specifically to feature students that excelled academically or contributed to the community. 

You didn’t originally want to go. Your grades weren’t the best and you didn’t feel like being surrounded by your classmates that would no doubt boast about their near perfect GPA’s. However, you did start the Honors Society and it had taken off within the past few months, so you felt the need to attend since you participated in an important extracurricular. Sure, you could have just dipped out on it, but it could have been a chance to network if you decided to go down that route.

You couldn’t see it happening in the meantime. You just wanted to focus on your book, but if the opportunity arose to network, you told yourself that you’d take it.

You were dragging Levi to the banquet with you, which was met with surprisingly little resistance. The idea of spending the night wearing a formal outfit and being surrounded by people didn’t sound great to either of you, so you were more than surprised when Levi simply responded with a “sure” when you half-heartedly asked him if he’d be your emotional support throughout the night. 

You were currently trying to focus on just the next hour or two to keep your mind off the banquet. The tickets were paid for and the outfits were bought. Even if you really wanted to skip out on it, you had already spent time and money preparing, so to have that go to waste would feel just as bad as forcing yourself to go for the night.

Sighing, you looked down into your bag, double checking that you had picked up both sandwiches that you had ordered. You were dropping off lunch for Levi before planning to hang out in the cafe for the rest of his shift before heading home to get ready for the banquet. 

Your head shot up as you saw something orange moving out of the corner of your eye. It was small and barely drew your attention, but you looked off into the distance and your eyes fell on a nearby dumpster. You saw something shuffling around near the corner before disappearing under it.

Any intention for you to shrug and move on disappeared as soon as you heard a meow. 

Your eyes widened as you immediately set your bag down on a nearby bench and headed directly towards the dumpster, doing your best to ignore the subtle foul smell coming from the opening. You got onto your hands and knees and knelt down to peek underneath the dumpster, a small gasp coming from your lips when you saw a lone kitten squatting in front of you. The kitten was thin, but didn’t look like it was starving. They were definitely dirty and you could already imagine Levi’s face if he was the one staring at the kitten. Some of its fur was matted and the dirt covered what you assumed would have otherwise been a vibrant orange coat.

It didn’t seem actively afraid of you, so you reached out your hand towards it without fully extending your arm, to offer that you were friendly but to not be too intrusive or scare them off. It made eye contact with you before gradually approaching you, tentatively watching you before deciding that you were a nice human and immediately crawled onto your lap.

Clearly more smitten with the kitten than you were disgusted by the amount of dirt and grime on its coat, you picked them up and brought them over to the bench, suddenly remembering your tuna sandwich. You carefully unwrapped the sandwich as the kitten watched you curiously, smelling the tuna as soon as you exposed the sandwich from its wrapping.

You scooped up some of the tuna with your pinky and extended your hand out to it again and it took all of your willpower to hold back the massive smile building on your face as you watched it happily lick at your finger. All that willpower was immediately thrown out the metaphorical window as soon as you heard it begin to purr.

You felt your heart ache as you stared at it, noticing that it wasn’t wearing a collar. You kept telling yourself that no matter what, you were not going to take it home with you, despite already being unable to part from it. You already knew that Levi was going to question why it took you so long to pick up the sandwiches, yet you couldn’t get yourself to get up and walk away.

You weren’t going to take the cat. You didn’t have the capacity to adopt it. You told yourself you wouldn’t do it.

~~~~~

You ended up taking the cat. 

Your hands were full with your bag and the sandwiches, so you settled for placing the kitten in the hood of your jacket. Although he seemed to shuffle around a bit, your hood was large and sturdy enough that there wasn’t a risk of him falling out, even if he was wiggling around.

Once you finally arrived at the cafe, you let out an internal sigh of relief once you saw that there weren’t a lot of people inside. You opened the door to the cafe with your foot since your hands were occupied, making eye contact with your grumpy barista-turned-roommate-turned-boyfriend. 

Levi was in the middle of making you your Matcha before looking up and seeing you slowly make your way inside, noticing that you seemed a bit more disheveled compared to usual. That, plus the fact that it took you as long as it did for you to pick up sandwiches from a deli shop two blocks away made him immediately suspect that something was up.

“You get lost again?”

It took you a second to respond and Levi could immediately tell that your attention was directed elsewhere.

“What?”

“Really took you 30 minutes to walk down the street?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yep,” you immediately responded, somewhat avoiding eye contact with him. You were stiff and moving slowly, as if you were afraid of knocking something over. 

The more he looked at you, the more suspicious Levi became over what the hell had happened on your little field trip to the deli shop. He watched as you reached into your bag and handed him a sandwich. 

He eyed you skeptically as he took the sandwich from you, immediately grimacing upon opening it and smelling the tuna coming from within the loose wrapping.

“I didn’t order tuna,” he commented with a disgusted expression.

“You’re so extra,” you sighed as you rolled your eyes at him, swapping out the sandwich you grabbed for yourself after realizing that you accidentally gave him yours.

Levi grabbed the correct sandwich but then looked up as soon as he began to unwrap it. He had heard a certain noise coming from the back of your hood. Raising an eyebrow, he gave you a skeptical look and noticed that you were purposefully avoiding eye contact with him. If he didn’t know you better, he would’ve assumed that you were just focusing on eating your sandwich, but he knew that was bullshit.

“Did I just hear meowing?”

He saw you pause for a split second, making it glaringly obvious that you were hiding something.

“I don’t know, did you?” you asked innocently while still avoiding eye contact.

You couldn’t see it, but you could essentially feel the glare that Levi was shooting in your direction.

A meow came from the back of your hood again. It must have been the tuna.

Levi’s unamused expression turned into a full frown as you continued to awkwardly look away.

“Show me your hood,” he demanded in a stern tone of voice.

“What?” you asked, looking up at him, trying your best to maintain a neutral expression. “Why?”

His gaze was unwavering, and his expression was unchanging. You could tell that he wasn’t going to back down from his request.

After a few seconds of desperately trying to maintain your mask, you sighed and pulled your hood to the side and grabbed the kitten from within, having it rest on one arm while you used your other hand to poke at your sandwich, offering more tuna to your new furry friend.

“Really?” Levi asked with an exasperated sigh.

“What?” you responded defensively. “I found him underneath the dumpster. I think he’s orphaned.”

You looked up towards Levi and saw an expected look of disgust appear on his face as soon as you mentioned the dumpster. His eyes fell from you down to the cat, noting that its fur looked a little matted, but otherwise didn’t look completely filthy. He watched as it happily licked the tuna off your finger, noticing that it was purring.

“Please don’t say you’re taking it home.”

“Where else am I supposed to put him? Back near the dumpster?” you responded nonchalantly, indicating that you had already made up your mind about adopting the dumpster kitty. “Look how much he loves the tuna.”

Levi had moved on from glaring incessantly at you to having an intense staring contest with the cat, adamant about not allowing it to come home with you. It got harder and harder to keep that frown on his face once he saw you smiling endearingly at the cat.

“Fine ,” he grumbled with a groan, rolling his eyes as he brought his attention back to making your Matcha, “but you’re feeding him something other than tuna from a cheap deli shop.”

You tried to hide the shit-eating grin that was beginning to appear on your face as you finally heard Levi give in to your somewhat impulsive decision to adopt a cat. Seeing that the cat was no longer sniffing at your sandwich, you scooped him up out of your arm and back into your hood.

“He’s going to get our clothes for the banquet all furry,” Levi mentioned as he looked back over at you.

“Well, I guess we’ll buy a lint roller on the way home,” you rationalized, earning a quiet grunt to come from Levi’s lips.

You rolled your eyes.

“Full of problems today, aren’t you?” you grumbled. “Just get me the damned Matcha.”

He looked back up at you with a frown as he hesitated in sliding your Matcha over to you.

You stuck your tongue out at him as you reached for the beverage, your eyes widening once he moved it away from you so you couldn’t reach.

“Only if you quit being a little shit.”

You glared at him and reached across the counter, dodging his efforts to shoo your hand away, smirking once you finally wrestled the cup away from him, although he wasn’t trying very hard to keep it out of your grasp in the first place.

“You’re so annoying,” he scolded.

“And you’re a dick,” you retorted.

“You’re distracting me.”

“And you’re choosing to get distracted.”

He rolled his eyes at your response, but you saw the slightest hint of the corner of his lips tugging up as well as the presence of an amused look in his eyes. He was enjoying your banter, despite his multiple claims regarding how annoying you were being to him at this moment.

Levi eventually walked away to tend to his station since he was still on a shift, but it was next to impossible for him to take his eyes off you for the rest of the shift. You were doing nothing other than sitting at your usual seat as you made your way through your sandwich, occasionally throwing a comment back to your new fur child when you heard him calling from behind you, musing over potential names for him.

“Mr. Whiskers? No? Don’t like that?” you proposed, gauging the cat’s reaction as you muttered off a list of potential names. “What about…Mashed Potato? I think you can look like a scoop of mashed potatoes. Don’t like that either? If you ask Levi, he’d probably just constantly call you a little shit, would you prefer that?”

Levi snorted to himself as he watched the ridiculousness that was the conversation you were having with the small furry creature that was meowing at you in response.

“Marmalade?” you asked, your eyes lighting up when you weren’t met with a meow of protest. “Nice to meet you, Marmalade.”

Levi watched closely as you introduced yourself, saying your name and some random facts about yourself, before pointing at Levi and introducing him as the one Marmalade will have to answer to if he leaves too much fur on the furniture. 

You looked up, making eye contact with Levi again, realizing that he was listening in on your conversation. 

“Levi might still refer to you as a little shit regardless, so I guess we’ll have that as your backup name.”

~~~~~

You were in a rush to the banquet. You had stopped at a pet store on the way home, buying a comfortable kennel, a litter box, a food and water bowl, and some kibble and canned food, although Levi was mumbling about being unsure if the kibble was good enough for Marmalade, clearly indicating that he was going to take this cat dad thing seriously. After taking Marmalade home, giving him a quick bath so that he wasn’t tracking dirt all over the apartment, and setting everything up for him, you were more than pressed for time.

“Told you he was going to get fur all over our clothes,” Levi grumbled from the driver’s seat as you picked off some stray strands of fur that the lint roller had failed to catch.

The drive to the banquet was relatively quiet, likely due to your nerves regarding having to be around that many people, but Levi’s brows furrowed together as he heard you incessantly squirming around in your seat. His eyes flashed over towards you and he saw that you were fumbling around with a waist-clincher that you were wearing underneath your dress. It looked more than uncomfortable and you kept on adjusting it in an attempt to make it more bearable to wear. 

“Tch, just take that damn thing off,” he scolded. “You look fine.”

You paused, holding still without further adjusting it or taking it off, hesitant to fully remove it. You haven’t ever worn a formal dress without it, although you knew that it was due to lingering traces of that facade you had spent the past few months trying to unravel.

Realizing that it wasn’t worth the discomfort, you unbuckled the back of the waist-clincher and tossed it into the backseat, immediately feeling better and like you could finally breathe after taking it off.

Levi was right. It was unnecessary and barely made a difference. Even if it did, you realized that you really didn’t care anymore.

The amount of students that showed up to the banquet wasn’t terrible, but given the fact that most of them brought someone with them, you began to feel cramped fast. Most of the students walked in with their parents, with some that were like you, bringing their significant other instead. 

The general expectation was to bring family and Levi was the closest person that you could realistically call family. You had cut your aunt off and had no intention of reconciling with her. You vaguely recalled a phone call two weeks ago from your aunt to chat about ‘future plans’. The question itself was innocent enough, but then she started going on about how writing isn’t an ‘actual job’ and you finally decided you had enough. You remembered snapping at her about how it was none of her business and then hung up. You haven’t responded to her since.

By the time you sat down at the table after finally locating your placecard, you were already beginning to feel overwhelmed from the amount of people cramped into a small conference room. 

“This was a mistake,” you grumbled.

“Was it?”

Levi took a seat next to you and adjusted the tie that he had neatly put together about an hour prior when you were in a rush to leave. You watched him closely, paying particular attention to how his dress shirt seemed to fit his shape perfectly, with the color of the tie further accentuating his eyes. His fingers neatly dug into the collar of his shirt to adjust his tie, and you found your mind immediately wandering elsewhere as you became fixated on the dexterity of his fingers.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you immediately ripped your eyes off him and shook your head a bit, sipping on the glass of water in front of you to keep yourself from feeling a certain way that would have made getting through this night even more difficult than it was already going to be.

“Oh, you came.”

You looked up as you saw Petra’s somewhat skeptical expression. Her tone of voice indicated that she legitimately did not think you were going to show up despite the fact that you turned in your RSVP and had a table card.

“Did you expect me not to?” you asked with a frown.

She shrugged as she sat down, hanging her purse off the back of the seat as she got settled. 

“You just sounded pretty disinterested when we were chatting about it. That’s all.”

You took a second to recall that conversation that you vaguely remembered. It was a few weeks ago, roughly around the time that you had spent on figuring out how to move forward with properly grieving your parents’ death. This banquet was the last thing on your mind.

“Was distracted,” you eventually remarked. “Sorry.”

Your eyes shot up as you watched some other students sit down at the table with their family members. With everyone taking a seat, the crowd seemed a little less chaotic, so that was a plus, but you’d be expected to maintain one-on-one conversations now, which seemed just as draining.

“Honestly, I probably would have run it differently.”

“Hmm?” you said as you looked towards Petra, her comment pulling you out of your thoughts about how dreadful these next few hours were going to be. You knew she was referring to the Honors Society, since that’s what you were specifically invited to this banquet for. You already knew that she was going to say one of her comments that were genuine and did not come from a place of malignant intent, but always seemed to rub you off wrong.

She began giving examples of some things she would have done differently had she been the one that started it and you felt yourself getting increasingly irritated the more she spoke.

“Like any financial issues could’ve been mitigated through having member dues-”

“Should’ve run it yourself then,” you finally snapped as you scowled at Petra, whose eyes widened at your sudden remark.

You didn’t even notice the upturn of Levi’s lips that appeared as soon as you snapped, no doubt proud that you were finally standing up for yourself. You stood up, grumbling under your breath about how you were going to need a drink if you were going to have to deal with this type of thing all night, and headed straight for the bar.

It was the subpar university catering service, so you were less than impressed with their cocktail options, electing for the first fruity one that you saw. It tasted more like watered down juice than anything else.

You took a sip through the straw, looking over to the side as you saw Levi take a seat next to you.

“She send you to talk me down?” you asked dryly.

“No,” Levi said as he motioned for the bartender to get him a glass of whiskey. “Was too surprised to say much of anything.”

You kept your gaze fixated on your drink, watching the ice spin around as you stirred the liquid with your straw. You had known about how much your friendships were lacking for quite some time now, but you really did question why you kept all your friendships at surface-level. You legitimately couldn’t think of a reason as to why, other than maybe falling under the influence of your shitty ex-boyfriend.

Clenching your jaw, you let out a frustrated breath. You were going to resolve to do better and set boundaries when needed, instead of being the person that tedious tasks got thrown on to. You were going to be seen as a person and not as a means to an end.

You knew it was going to take a while. This part of you had been deeply engrained into you ever since high school. You’d have to fight back against any instincts you’ve developed since then, and then unweave all of the relationships that you had made based on this facade.

It was going to be hard and take a long time, but you knew that it was what you needed to do to continue moving forward. 

You had to find out who you really were and how that ultimately changed the relationships around you, taking apart each superficial thread one by one until people began seeing you for who you really were.

~~~~~

Even after you gathered yourself and conversed your way through the dinner and beginning speeches, you got quickly drained again and found yourself back at the bar. You were more than annoyed, with the crowd being a bit more scattered as people began to socialize amongst each other. 

You noted that Petra was chatting with the dean, likely doing some sort of elevator pitch to get into medical school, and that Oluo was chatting with Shadis, likely to ask about Shadis’ graduate program. This was essentially what all of the students present were doing: networking.

Now that you were here, you realized that you couldn’t really care for networking. You had no plans. You had no elevator pitch to give, and you were over pretending to be someone you weren’t.

You quietly groaned to yourself as you sipped on your cocktail, having ordered another one from the menu in hopes that it was better than the first one. It wasn’t. You grimaced upon tasting the liquid. It was too bitter and the ratio of alcohol to mixer was off. You’ve had better drinks at fraternity parties than whatever it was that the university catering service decided to deem as quality alcohol.

“Wanna get some air?” 

You looked over as you saw Levi approaching you again after he went off to converse with Erwin, who was there to recruit more potential students for his lab. The extra personnel was much needed. Your eyes immediately lit up once you heard the offer.

“Please ,” you responded, although it sounded almost like begging, indicating how desperate you were to get out of that stuffy and noisy room. 

Levi led you through the crowd and out one of the side doors that led to a balcony overlooking the downtown area. He shut the doors behind you to dampen some of the noise from within before leaning on the balcony railing next to you. It was much quieter outside. There were a few stragglers, but most of the guests had either gone home or were inside socializing. As far as you were concerned, it was only the two of you here, enjoying the cool night breeze and the beauty of the downtown lights below you, the street lamps illuminating up the street in a way that made you almost want to leave the building entirely just to walk underneath those lights.

You sipped on your drink again—likely just out of instinct since you still held the drink in your hand—and immediately grimaced again, being rudely reminded of how shitty it tasted.

Levi grabbed the glass by the rims and placed another drink in front of you. While yours was clear and flat with an orange slice inside it, the one he just handed you was bubbling from the carbonation and had a pretty mix of red and orange colors leading to the bottom of the glass. 

You took a sip, not being all that surprised when it tasted much better than the one you previously had. Whatever he ordered tasted more fruity than it did alcohol, while still providing that slight kick. Realizing that he likely customized the drink instead of directly ordering something from the menu, you eyed him as you sipped on the thin straw.

He knew your flavor profile. It wasn’t that surprising to you. After all, he had been making you your drinks for two years while also living with you. The drinks that he made were clearly very different from the ones served from behind a traditional bar, but he knew your likes and dislikes enough to craft you a cocktail you’d actually enjoy.

Levi sipped on your old drink, underestimating how bad it actually was, immediately scrunching up his nose in disgust upon tasting it.

“Really?” he questioned as he shot you a skeptical look.

“It’s what they had on the menu,” you said quietly, your cheeks slightly heating up in embarrassment.

“And by ‘they’, you mean the shitty university catering.”

It was the graduate department that was hosting the event, so their catering events included alcohol, but it was still university catering, which usually resulted in their menus being written from a more economic standpoint instead of one designed to provide the guests with satisfactory food and drinks.

You shrugged in acknowledgement, having accepted that you probably should have just tried to mix something up yourself. Still, the fact that Levi went out of his way to get you a drink you’d like brought a small smile to your face. 

You swirled the drink with the small straw for a while before sipping at it again, looking over towards Levi afterwards. He had turned around to set your old drink down onto the mini-table behind you, and was now headed back towards you. 

As he turned to face you, you couldn’t help but notice how his hair moved about in the wind, revealing his undercut, or how his dress shirt had the two top buttons undone, showing off his collarbones. He elected to also undo his tie and have it hang around his neck. His suit jacket was off due to how warm it was inside, and he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Your eyes drifted down to his hands and you felt your mind wandering off towards your memories of how his hands felt on you, recalling some of the more intimate things he’s done with them to you.

You found yourself staring straight at him as your face rapidly heated up again as you desperately tried to pull your mind out of the gutter.

“What?” he asked, noticing the fact that you were just staring at him, ripping you out of your daze.

“Hmm?” you responded as you slightly shook your head to reorient yourself. “Nothing, just…”

You trailed off as you awkwardly shuffled from side to side, scratching at the back of your head.

“Just what?”

You took a moment to look directly into his eyes, noticing that they had softened in the past few minutes that he was standing outside with you. Part of you didn’t believe that this was the same person that pissed you off so much two years ago, but you were able to acknowledge that pretty soon after you moved in, he was there for you in a way that you desperately needed, but could never get prior to him.

“Just…thinking about how making me hate you was probably the best thing you could have done for me.”

That was not the answer that Levi was expecting, as evidenced in the way that he blinked at you as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What?” he asked, bewildered at your response.

You looked down at your drink again as you tried to gather your thoughts into something that would make sense.

“...I remember how pissed I was those first few weeks of living with you,” you began, your voice gradually rising from a quiet whisper as you continued to speak. “Kept on questioning how I was going to survive even another week with you…but I think that it’s because I hated you so much that I was able to be myself around you.”

A gentle breeze blew through the both of you, as if it was trying to carry your words directly to him.

“...because I hated you so much, I was able to form something…real with you.”

His eyes softened again as he looked into your eyes, shifting his stance so that he was facing you more.

“Well, you were pretty easy to hate,” he mumbled nonchalantly, immediately earning himself a gentle shove from you in retaliation, the edges of his lips pulling up into a subtle smirk.

“I’m serious,” he continued after readjusting his positioning after you rudely forced him to move. “I remember dreading coming home because I knew your annoying ass was going to be waiting for me.”

“And I remember grimacing every time I heard the door open because I knew I had to see your cocky face again.”

He scoffed and flicked at your forehead in response to your comment and you swatted his hand away, rubbing at your forehead afterwards as you pouted at him.

You felt your face heating up again once you saw the affectionate look in his eyes as he watched you.

“...just strange…”

“What is?” he asked, slightly tilting his head, never taking his gaze off you.

“...that within the span of two years,” you spoke quietly, “I went from hating you…to loving you.”

You felt your breath get caught in your throat as you realized what exactly you had just said and admitted to—that you loved him. You felt your heart beating through your chest as your entire body heated up in embarrassment—but there was also truth to the sentiment. You really did love him. He had been there for you in ways that no one ever had been before. He pulled you out of the shitshow that you found yourself drowning in and helped push you forward, even if he was being a bit of a dick at times.

You thought back to how sneakily he had snuck up on you, and how devastated you were when you thought you had lost him. Even through all the fighting you had at the beginning and how difficult he was as you tried to sort through your feelings, you’d be willing to go through them every single time if the result was you standing here next to him in this moment.

“...love you too, brat,” he whispered, gently running his fingers down the side of your face, before pulling you into a gentle kiss.

You pressed your lips up against his, smiling into the kiss as you ran your fingers through his undercut, stepping closer to him.

Once you finally pulled away, you looked directly into his eyes, the two of you now being close enough that your lips were just inches apart.

Nothing else mattered to you right now except for him. Being able to hate him, meet him, and fall in love with him made going through undergrad worth it, even if it didn’t feel like it at first. You’d do it over and over again if it led to this conclusion.

You parted your lips to speak, your voice barely audible as you whispered to him.

“Thank you for being my found family.”

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story! I'll be writing some brand new shit soon! Stay safe! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.

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FIVE.

When you finally awaken, you expect to find yourself in your dorm, cozy and warm under your comforter as the cool spring morning air pools through your room. 

But when you find yourself curled up in a cage and not at all in your human form, you just about panic. The grogginess of your long-ass sleep fades and your head clears. 

’What the hell?’ you think. ‘Where am I?’  

The cage is rather large and easy to get around in with a cat toy here and your cat and water there. You’re curled up on a plushy, pink blanket that your paws have no choice but to make biscuits into, one of them wrapped in a bandage. 

Suddenly, as soon as you see your injured paw, all of the events from the night before come rushing back: your plans of a nice walk going awry; the rainstorm; injuring your paw; being rescued by an old lady being taken to a cat cafe. You can see that is where you are now. You see one of the employees busy cleaning off the tables in time for tomorrow, the sky outside dark. 

You truly must’ve been exhausted yesterday judging from the fact that you slept all throughout the day. You don’t remember waking up at all.

Your injury and exhaustion also explain why you haven’t transformed back into your human form: your body is recovering. Despite this, you still get up from your makeshift bed and begin to scratch at the bars of your cage. You have to get out of here. You have work tomorrow and Nemuri is probably worried sick.

“Hey!” you shout. “Hey, let me out of here! Get me out!”

Your shouts translate to loud, panicked meows that fall onto human ears and catch the attention of the old lady currently carrying out more hard cat food for the kitties.

You notice that her name tag reads “Koa” on it when she gets closer. “Oh, look who’s finally up!” she chuckles. “You’ve been out since last night, little one. Must’ve been exhausted.” 

You hit the cage bars again, scratching vigorously at them. Koa must know what you want because she sets the bag down and proceeds to open your cage. “Let’s take you out so you can get a good stretch in.”

This is a bad idea on her part because as soon as she lifts the latch to loosen the door and opens the cage, you’re jumping out of the cage and running for the door. 

When you land, you bite back a pained yowl as your injured paw presses into the floor. You’re still hurt, but you push through it, especially when you see two feet outside the cafe door. “Kitty, don’t!” one of the employees yells, but you’re already running to the door on fast legs, seeing your route to freedom. 

You’re only an inch away from the outside when you’re suddenly scooped up by some unfamiliar, secure, and strong hands. “Whoa, there,” the stranger says. “Where you think you’re goin’?” 

Your ears flatten and point backward as the deep, baritone, smooth-and-sweet-like-honey voice hits your eardrums. You know that voice. 

The stranger’s hands position you so you’re curled up against his chest, your tail in between your legs and your head in the crook of his arm. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops at the sight of the handsome face and tired eyes you have no choice but to stare up into. ‘Aizawa?’ you think in shock. ‘Da hell is he doing here?’  

Despite your initial shock at seeing him out of the halls of UA, you can’t help but notice how damn good he looks out of his jumpsuit and scarves. His shoulder-length, stark black hair is pulled back into a low bun that accentuates the sharp and rugged features of his face.

The gray sweater he swears outlines the hard lines of his pecs and biceps that you slightly feel curl against your small, furry body. Jeans look oh-so-good on him too. You yearn to see how they cup his supple ass or if they do much to hide the outline of his dick. 

And his smell! Your little pink nose twitches in delight at the scent of his cologne mingled with eucalyptus. It is like aromatherapy to you, the mingling scents instantly calming your frazzled state despite the very bad situation you’re in right now.

“Oh, Shouta!” Koa happily shouts, crossing the threshold of the cafe to greet him. “What brings you back here? Did you forget something?” 

Aizawa looks down at you, leaving you breathless at the sight of his gleaming eyes. They’re dark gray, so dark they could be black. “Yeah,” he replies bluntly. “This one.” He slightly lifts you up to show you to Koa. Your eyes widen at his words. What the fuck is he talking about? 

Koa looks up at him understandably. “Oh,” she realizes, smiling happily. “You wanna adopt her? I thought your apartment doesn’t allow for pets.”

Aizawa looks like he’s already regretting his decision. “It doesn’t,” he sighs, “but I think we can easily hide a cat. Plus, she’d keep Eri company. ...And me.” 

‘Eri?’ you wonder. ‘Who’s Eri?’  

Perhaps a woman in his life? Does he have a girlfriend? As your mind begins to overthink, you find yourself becoming more and more hopeless. Of course, he’d already have someone in his life as fine as he is. 

Koa scoffs in disbelief, looking overjoyed at Aizawa’s decision. “So you took my advice,” she says knowingly. Aizawa adverts his gaze as his cheeks turn pink. He blushes? You didn’t think he was capable of it.

“Well, let me not keep you waiting. You’re gonna have to sign some paperwork and pay out of pocket though.” Aizawa nods as they begin to walk behind the counter to proceed with the adoption process. 

All you can do is sit there and silently panic as you’re put into a cardboard carrier against your will. But you know better than to make a fuss since no one will listen to you. Koa is gentle with you as she places you in the carrier while Aizawa finishes paying for you and signing his signature on the pamphlet that was handed to him.

“So what made you want this one?” she asks curiously as she begins to process Aizawa’s payment. 

You crouch down low in the carrier, backed up as far as the carrier’s walls will allow you. You can’t help the way you tremble as you look up at Aizawa who peers down into the carrier at you. “I’m not sure,” he answers, sounding genuinely confused. “Guess there was just something about her.” 

When his eyes lock with yours, you’re immediately taken back to the night he stared at you with the same astonishment when you were Night Claw.

Would he ever give you those same eyes again if he knew your secret? That you were no more than the ordinary cat girl and counselor he barely spared a glance while at work? The thought makes you curl into yourself, refusing to sniff at Aizawa’s fingers when he wiggles them at you through the carrier’s barred door. 

When Koa finally finishes with the payment and paperwork, she passes you over to Aizawa who gingerly takes the carrier as if afraid to harm you. She ducks her head down to look at you, a happy smile on her wrinkled face. “Look at you, little one; only one day here and you’ve already got yourself a home!”

She turns to Aizawa, smirking. “Guess you really are a softie, huh?” Aizawa, once again, blushes as Koa laughs, patting him on the chest.

After giving him a free “first-time cat” care package filled with cat food, toys, shampoo, brushes, and other supplies, Koa tells you to be a good kitty and sends Aizawa on his way. You stay as still as you can as you feel the carrier slightly move with Aizawa as he walks to the cafe door. This is it. This is really happening. He really adopted you thinking you’re just an ordinary cat. 

At the sight of the outside world suddenly coming into view through the carrier door, your fight or flight begins to kick in again. “Shouta!” you shout. “Shouta, it’s me! It’s Y/N!” Loud yowls fall from your lips, desperate to make him listen and understand. 

Aizawa brings the carrier up to his face, his charcoal eyes staring into yours through the bars. “Damn, you’re a vocal one, aren’t you?” he murmurs to you.

He sticks his index finger through the carrier and you nip at him, crazy with desperation and frustration. “Come on, don’t be like that,” he chuckles softly. You meow at him again, annoyed. “Hush now; I’ve got ya.”

Though you listen to him, you’re not happy about it. You sit in silence, ears flat and tail swishing, as Aizawa places you into the leather seat of his car. The little space is clean and smells like a tropical island with a hint of coconut coming from the air freshener somewhere in the car.

Before Aizawa closes the door on you, he looks down at you again with the adoration only conjured by a man who adores himself some cats. 

“You’re comin’ home with me.”  

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Aizawa finally makes it back to his dorm with you as his new guest in tow.

You haven’t stopped yowling or wiggling around in your carrier since he got you.  

You put up a fuss in the car, so much so that Aizawa had to crank up the volume of his music to tune you out. During the ride, you tried to think of any way to escape, but the cardboard only allowed you so much to work with. You couldn’t bite or claw your way out, but maybe there was a way you could escape when you finally got into Aizawa’s home. 

You keep your plan in mind when Aizawa brings you into his very clean and very quiet dorm. From what you can see through the slits of the carrier door, you’re in his living room. You’re able to make out hardwood floors, gray furniture, and the island of a kitchen off on the right.

He places the carrier down on the floor and bends down to assist in freeing you. “Here you are,” he coos, unzipping the carrier. “Come on out. I won’t hurt you.” 

As if you prove that he won’t harm you, he stands and moves away from the carrier, allowing you the time and space to come to your own decision. Slowly and hesitantly, you rise from the carrier and slip out of the carrier, your paws feeling out the unfamiliar hardwood floors beneath you.

His dorm is very homely and pretty, surprisingly. Two sofas, a chair, and a glass coffee table sit in front of a flat screen where you can also see a stereo and an Xbox where a stack of video games sit: Mario Kart; The Last of Us; Call of Duty. You had no idea Aizawa was a gamer guy. 

You can see two other doors–one on your left and one on your right near the kitchen–that must be bedrooms. Your nose twitches with the scent of lemon pledge, as if Aizawa just got done cleaning, and lavender drifting through the air. Along the walls sit different framed photos, some of them being of Mic and Nemuri while others are of Aizawa’s high school days. He looks so different without his facial hair or that tired look in his eyes. 

In one of the pictures, you notice someone unfamiliar: a little girl with her off-white hair pinned back by red bows and dressed in the cutest dress while a very tired-looking Aizawa stands next to her as she sits on the lap of a mall Santa. She is beaming at the camera, utter joy and excitement on her face. 

‘Who is that?’ you wonder. 

“Eri, come here!” Aizawa suddenly hollers, making you flinch slightly. “I’ve got a surprise for you!”

The door beside the kitchen opens, revealing the same little girl you saw in the photo in footie pajamas and her hair pulled up into a long ponytail. “What is it, Daddy?” As soon as she gets a look at the tiny black cat in front of her, her eyes go wide. “A kitty!” She shouts, jumping out and down. 

Your ears flatten at the sheerness of her voice. “Shhh!” Aizawa shushes Eri, looking panicked. “You gotta keep quiet about her, okay? We can’t let anyone know we have a cat in here since it’s against the rules.”

Eri frantically nods, so fast that her ponytail bobs. Aizawa nods, happy with her commitment. “Good; now let’s feed her. I’m sure she’s hungry.” 

Eri giggles as she crouches down to gently pet you, her fingers caressing your head. You can’t even quite grasp what’s happening as you realize what the girl called Aizawa. 

‘Daddy?’ you think in utter confusion. Aizawa has a daughter? Does she have a mother? She has to! It’s the only logical explanation as to why she’s here. This means it’s true: Aizawa does have a woman in his life. 

You can’t help the disappointment that roils in your stomach as Eri continues to pet you. Then you just feel stupid. You had no chance with the guy, to begin with. One, he barely talks to you and two, after tonight, there’s no way you’d be able to shoot your shot. Add on the fact that he has a kid and it’d be a recipe for disaster.

‘It’s probably for the best,’ you think despite the utter emptiness you feel in your core. 

“Oooh, she’s so cute, Daddy!” Eri giggles as she begins to scratch the underside of your neck. You find yourself purring at the feeling. “What should we name her?”

Aizawa stands in the kitchen with the cat package Koa gave him, digging through it to find your food bowls. “Guess that one is to you, puddin’. But let’s think about it after we set up her stuff, okay?” 

Eri giggles happily as she skips into the kitchen to assist in helping her dad with your supplies. As they busy themselves with setting up your food and litter box, begin to go through the mental turmoil of planning your escape. ‘I’ve gotta get out of here,’ you think. ‘But how?’  

You turn to the locked door. With them distracted, you begin to totter towards the door on quick legs, trying in vain to make an escape. As you expected, Aizawa follows you to the door. “Why you keep runnin’ to the door?” he asks, staring down at you curiously. 

You stop to stare up at him and paw at the door, meowing in want at him. “You must like the outside, hm?” he asks, crouching down to meet you at your height. “Don’t worry; you’ll get a chance to get back out once we set you up. Now let’s get you fed.” You let him scoop you back up into his arms, the soft texture of his sweater feeling good against your fur and whiskers. 

After they feed you some tuna fish and a bowl of water, you decide to let the night go on without trying to escape, but analyzing every single space in Aizawa’s dorm as you do.

As you play with Eri who joyfully throws a ball at you and claps when you bring it back to her, you notice the two windows settled behind the couch facing the door. While they make great escape routes, they’re only cracked an inch and you’re sure Aizawa wouldn’t open them anymore. 

You figure after failing to find your escape routes that you might as well act as the perfect new addition to the duo’s little home. You meow for treats when expected to; paw at loose threads and locks of Eri’s gorgeous, stark white hair; purr when Eri’s fingers scratch at your ears or chin.

The little girl is having a ball, giggling in joy at everything you do. It is joy only accomplished through an innocent child and you already feel yourself growing attached to her. 

Aizawa doesn’t pay too much attention to you while Eri is up, only glancing at you from the TV now and again to give his daughter an adoring smile as she plays with her new pet.

Though you feel slightly successful and prideful at their happiness and knowing you’re the cause of it, you also know it cannot last forever. You know that if you can’t escape tonight, you’ll definitely have to do it tomorrow as soon as possible. There’s no telling when you’ll transform back into your human form again and you don't even want to imagine what will happen if that occurs. 

When the late-night finally falls, you feel that an escape tonight is definitely not possible. At this point, Aizawa is done cleaning up the kitchen and Eri has gone off to sleep with her door cracked so you can fit inside.

However, as you begin to tiptoe to her bedroom door, you are stopped by a sound that seems to be universal with all cats, hybrid or not: “Spss, spss.”  

Your ears twitch at the sound and you turn, finding Aizawa sitting on the couch near the window that is now a futon. He’s now dressed in his sweats and a black tank, his muscular arms begging to be touched. A blanket is bunched up beside him, serving as a cover for his makeshift bed.

You briefly wonder why he’s sleeping out here when he has a bedroom, but you suppose it’s for Eri’s protection. You’re not a pro or a parent, so you don’t really know. But you find yourself wanting to. 

Aizawa sits up on the futon, his muscular thighs spread over the edge. His grey eyes clink in the moonlight shining through the cherry blossom trees outside the window behind him, the silver light illuminating his face.

“Spss, spss,” he coos, wiggling his fingers lazily at you. “Here, kitty, kitty.” His voice is hushed to not wake Eri, but it still sounds as sweet as honey that drips over you and coats you in its sugary, sticky sweetness. “Come here,” he coos. 

Like a puppet on strings, you find yourself being beckoned forward by his sensual voice and fingers coaxing you closer. Fortunately, your sense of logic kicks in and you stop immediately, staring at him in the darkness of his dorm.

“What, you don’t like me?” he chuckles, smirking down at you. “I’m not as big and scary as I look.” 

He tries again to beckon you forward, curling his index finger in a “come hither” motion. Your heart accelerates in your chest and your body yearns to be close to his, but you stop yourself every single time the need comes.

You feel ashamed of yourself. You barely know the man! Cat or not, none of this is appropriate or something you could ever live down or forget about. Quickly, you turn around to find another place to wait out the night, but you’re stopped when Aizawa suddenly scoops you up. 

He chuckles at your squeak of surprise as he takes you over to the futon and sits down with you. He places you gently on his lap and proceeds to gently stroke your back. “There you go,” he chuckles softly in the quiet of the dorm. “Nice, right?”

His fingers move to stroke your tail, the rough pads of his calloused hand feeling all too good stimulating your fur. “Oh, you like that?” he murmurs. “I bet that feels good.” 

Your eyes flutter closed and you begin to purr despite your situation: sitting on your crush’s lap in his crib as a damn cat. ‘So good,’ your purrs tell him. ‘So, so good.’ Between his relaxing scent and the gentleness of his touch, you just about melt from it all. 

“Guess Koa’s advice did work,” he murmurs to you, continuing to stroke your fur. He transitions to your ears, gently scratching behind them. “You know, she told me to adopt a cat in order to feel less lonely in here. That’s a kicker, ain’t it? I’ve got a wonderful kid like Eri and yet I still feel so alone.” 

Though you still purr, you’re devastated at his confession. You feel slightly ashamed that such a profound and intimate thing is falling on your ears. It isn’t meant to. But then again, you’re just a cat… right?  

“It ain’t all the time,” Aizawa continues, still scratching atop your ears, “but at night when it’s just me, I start to feel it: that nagging loneliness. That want to be with someone. Mic gave me some advice to just start dating again, but who’d want some damaged good like me?”

He chuckles to himself at this, but it’s not funny. None of it is. 

‘You’re not damaged goods,’ you think, hurt by his statement. How could he–someone so intelligent, wise, and handsome–think of himself in such a way? You stare up at him, watching the moon reflect against those pools of grey you want to swim through. 

“It’s such a tragedy, isn’t it, kitty?” he asks you, not expecting a response. “I’m thirty-one, but I’m not gettin’ any younger. Soon, I’ll be sixty-one and alone while everyone around me is probably happy and married.” He sighs tiredly, moving to lie on his back on the futon. “It’s just so hard to open myself up sometimes. I’m afraid no one would like what they see in me.” 

You stare down at the exhausted, lonely, handsome man underneath you, wishing you could help him understand that you feel for him. That you understand his dilemma more than anything.

You get the feeling that he doesn’t share these thoughts with just anyone and you vow to yourself to never ever mention them after tonight. You press a paw to his beating heart and chest that falls and rises as you sit upon it, legs tucked underneath you. 

“I told you it’s tragic,” Aizawa dryly chuckles at you. “I try to tell Mic it isn’t enough to just meet someone, especially since I already have feelings for someone.”

His eyes stare off up at the ceiling as he absentmindedly strokes your head. “She doesn’t even know what she does to me,” he sighs wistfully. “I hope she’s okay.” 

Your ears flatten and your eyes widen suddenly, the new information processing in your head. And then comes the onslaught of utter disappointment that falls over you like an avalanche. 

‘Stop it,’ you chide yourself. ‘You knew damn well it’d never work. You never had a chance, to begin with.’ You feel tears begin to prick at your eyes, but you hide them behind a false yawn, your sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. 

Aizawa’s grey eyes trail back down to yours and he smiles at you. “Tired, kitty?” he chuckles.

He places a hand on your back, his hand so big that it covers your entire body. “C’mon, just rest here with me. You’re safe.” Unable to fend off the effects of your relaxed state, your eyes flutter closed and your purring begins to vanish as sleep slowly overtakes you.

“That’s it,” Aizawa coos. “Good girl.” 

The last thing you feel is that little flip of your stomach at being called a good girl and the warmth that curls within your body when Aizawa whispers a soft murmur of, “Goodnight.”  

Then sleep comes.

[charliesinfern0]

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☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

literally all my fics it’s out of my hands if I ever get one done or not lol

seriously though uhhh I do have a fic idea it’s an aichi cafe au fic where ai owns a cafe and she’s literally the only worker there lol shes finally moved out of her dad’s house and is trying to make it on her own. She makes it work tho bc she’s a robot and she can do a lot at once. One day when business is slow there’s a cat sitting outside and meowing and ai goes to it and is like “aw kitty :) are you hungry? let me get u something to eat” and she goes back in to get smthn for the cat to eat and when she comes back out ichi is there and this is like their first time meeting in this au. Ai is like “oh, is this your cat?” and ichi is just staring at her looking mortified and then he just SPRINTS away and ai is just left standing there like “uh… ok then” and she places the bowl of food down for the cat.

the cat keeps on coming back, and sometimes more cats come over too, so she leaves out a bowl of food and a bowl of water for them whenever they come back. the cats catch the attention of customers, so more people come to her cafe. ai is grateful for the business, but it’s starting to overwhelm her a little and also she has just been feeling really lonely ever since she moved to Akatsuka, so she posts up some help wanted ads around the town.

cut to ichimatsu sitting in his living room staring at the help wanted poster he had gotten from when he went to the grocery store with osomatsu the other day. he doesn’t know why he grabbed it, but he did, and he hid it from osomatsu in his hoodie pocket as he walked out of the store, and he kept it hidden until he finally worked up the courage to stare at it for like an hour, his thoughts racing like “why did I even take this home with me, it’s not like I even have a chance of being able to get a job, let alone have the chance of being able to work with a cute girl you dont even know… this is her phone number on here right? a cute girls phone number…” and then he’s like “IDIOT THATS PROBABLY JUST THE PHONE NUMBER FOR THE WORK PHONE THERE!! AND ITS NOT LIKE SHE HANDED IT TO YOU PERSONALLY, YOU GOT IT FROM A FUCKING HELP WANTED FLYER” and as he’s like banging his head against the floor one of the stray cats he takes care of hops in through the window and like is being all cute and ichi is like “awesome yes a distraction I’m never going to think about this ever again because I have no chance of ever being able to exist in society” and then the cat just takes the flyer and runs away and ichi is instantly booking it down the street trying to chase after it.

back at the cafe, ai is just doin her thing, and she thinks about the guy that ran away from her a while ago. Her mind has been wandering back towards him lately, wondering what was up with him and why he ran away. Just then, she hears the cat meowing outside, and is like “omg it’s that same cat!” And she goes out and right when she does ichi runs up and then he freezes when their eyes meet and ai looks down and sees the help wanted poster in its mouth and then she looks at ichimatsu and asks “do you want to work here?” because 1) this is quite literally kismet via cat 2) he must be the one that attracted the cats to come here and 3) she really needs the help. and ichimatsu is just staring at her like 😦

hard cut to ichi standing behind the counter with an apron just over his hoodie wondering how he even ended up in this situation lol

it’s basically just a cute slice of life fic where ai and ichi work at a cafe together and get closer to one another ^_^ ai also ends up meeting his brothers and many other characters, and she starts to feel more at home in Akatsuka, and with ichi <3

the whole fic was inspired by Music For Animal Cafes by Nobonoko. I have all of the chapter names written down and almost all of them are based off of some of the songs from that album, is some of their other EPs and singles (some of these i might change and I might add more if I actually get to writing this lololol):

We’re Open! (We’re Opening! from Music For Animal Cafes)

Cat in a Sea of Soap (Cat in a Sea of Soap EP)

A Little Background Mewsic (B-Meowsic I and II from Music For Animal Cafes)

Raining Cats and Dogs (Storm from Music For Animal Cafes)

Chat au Chocolat (Chat au Chocolat from Music For Animal Cafes)

To the Moon and Back

10:30 In the Morning (10:30 am Single)

Strawberry Cake (Strawberry+ Album)

Change the Channel (TV2 EP)

Coffee, Hearts, Machines (COFFEE MACHINE from Music For Animal Cafes, and My Heart is a Machine Single)

Six Cats Ate Six Plates (Three Tigers Ate Three Plates from Music For Animal Cafes)

Hope To See You Again Soon! (Thank You! from Music For Animal Cafes)

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Your cat cafe au is so much fun and so soft I adore it but hearing that Malleus and Leona's cats are friends is so funny to me and spawned the worst idea XD Prefect: Leona, Nebula is pregnant Leona: ...By who? Prefect gestures to Oatmeal and Nebula cuddling.

we share the same brain!! actually working on the cat au ask right now, but have a few irl emergencies that prevented my writing, and here’s a little bit of it! but first let me just say this is 100% my thought process if you and rook have yet to neuter the kitties. oatmeal and nebula have a romeo and juliet love story! \(//∇//)\ more under cut! this isn’t canon in the au or anything but a fun concept!!

“Nebula has never looked better, he scooped her up in one arm and held her firmly against his bicep, smug as she meowed up at him and purred loudly. He had zero hesitation to hold her while walking to his fated rival, looking him and his cat up and down before scoffing. The two proceeded to argue over who’s cat looked better wearing their dorm uniform for a bit, as the two cats seemed content in their arms without hostility to one another. - Leona Kingscholar

Malleus Draconia - As Leona argues with him half his brain has melted to this is the greatest cat. Cat precious. My firstborn is the best in this world. The other half of him smugly picks up his son in his own arm, the cat against his own bicep as he begins talking about how regal he is. Honestly, his cat is just happy to spend time with him and begins playfully nipping at him after not getting enough attention.”

anyways back to the ask!! I’d like to imagine if that actually happened then leona would freak out at malleus, while malleus is shocked he is getting his first grandchild with you already as you reiterate that is a cat, and you both are not married. he’s not listening, to you or leona. they end up being that in law family that despise one another thoroughly like my child is too good for your child but i don’t want to lose custody of my grandchild. cats tend to have multiple kitties at once so im thinking depending on the amount the may definitely mean the boys now live ay Ramshackle with the kittens, with Nebula nipping at her dad proudly showing him her babies and Oatmeal showing his dad his babies too, forcing the two men to bond despite their prominent scowls, but they avoid being too loud because you remind them kittens are sensitive to noises. (。-∀-)

they’d definitely end up trying to adopt the kittens when you graduate.. but that custody battle is a talk for a different day. on the bright side Oatmeal and Nebula finally get to stay with each other openly as they raise the kitties.

for anyone curious ( ^ω^ ) been busy these past few weeks with art fight, and my cat needed a vet emergency, still have to return to the vet later this week, but i’m also working on a r-18 birthday leona fic! friendly reminder my navigation does say mdni and you are responsible for the content on my profile that you view!♪

Σ('◉⌓◉’) actually haven’t written r-18 works for social media in a bit, but i will try my best to make the fic! if anyone does not want to view the content, please block the tag “shrouded in desire.” which i will be tagging the fic, and all r-18+ fics on my profile for those who do not want to see the content!

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introduction;

about me!!:

this is a secondary blog: @jungwoos-luvr

i dont write nsfw (personal preference plus im bad at writing n e ways)*

i write for svt, tbz and nct*

my library (fic rec blog): @jungwoos-luvr

my name is erie

i’m 19 years old

i’m a gemini and an istp

my ult biases: jungwoo, haknyeon, yangyang, chenle, seungcheol, wonyoung and eunha

my ult groups: ive, fromis_9, the boyz, nct, seventeen and yukika

some groups/soloists i listen to: zerobaseone, monsta x, ateez, pentagon, exo, billlie, kep1er, viviz, aespa, twice, red velvet, jo yuri, yena, younha, kwon eunbi, gfriend, iz*one, loona (boycott)

Masterlist;

written works

seventeen:

the recordings of you - choi seungcheol; smau

sleepy head - choi seungcheol; drabble

luv - lee chan; oneshot

nct:

nct dream

incarnation - lee jeno (ft na jaemin); oneshot

random bf! texts - jisung park; smau oneshot

random bf! texts - na jaemin; smau oneshot

nct 127

random bf! texts - lee mark; smau oneshot

cat cafe (meow) - lee taeyong; drabble

wayv

random bf! texts - liu yangyang; smau oneshot

the boyz:

soft tofu stew - choi chanhee; drabble

saying “i love you” for the first time - maknae line; smau oneshot

moodboards

seventeen:

choi seungcheol: fire

choi seungcheol: happy s.coups day

wen junhui: i don’t understand but i luv you

nct

nct dream

na jaemin: poison

na jaemin: happy jaemin day

nct 127

mark lee: golden hour

ive

jang wonyoung: mine

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the tic tac fic omggg

!!!!!! i'm glad you liked it !!!!!!!!!

i'll give you a fun fact about it as a thank you :) when i was first writing it and thinking of ideas, i was going to have tic tac meet gigi at the cafe and have gigi be a customer instead of working there. actually wait i have an old snippet before i changed it i can show you

Tic Tac walks in, grateful for the open door. Too many doors are closed in the world, so this new room is nice for having the door open for her.

There are legs everywhere and humans both sitting and standing around in the room. A lot of them seem to come in clusters here, like how Jan and Jackie always sat like JanandJackie with no room on Jackie for her to cuddle. Hopefully her new mama isn’t like that, unless it’s with her or Mama.

She needs to find New Mama first.

There are a few people who look worthy of being her second mama, but there’s one that stands out right away. She doesn’t have a cluster of humans around her—maybe Tic Tac and her mama could be her cluster after this—and this human is ginger, just like her! She would make a good mama.

Tic Tac trots over, happy to find a perfect second mama. She rubs against her legs, making sure to purr loudly. She needs her new mama to know that she’s been claimed, after all—humans are usually too focused on silly human problems to notice when they’ve been claimed by cats. 

Her new mama looks down, a little startled at first, but then she starts cooing at her. “Oh! Hello pumpkin, where did you come from?” she asks, scratching at her head with long, colorful fingers. It feels better than even Mama’s scratchies. Maybe Mama should make her fingers colorful and pointy like her new ginger mama—though that’s what her new mama is for. “Are you a cafe cat?”

Tic Tac meows at her. She’s not a “cafe” cat, whatever that is, she’s a Mama’s cat! She presses her head into her hand, angling herself to make sure Ginger Mama felt her collar. 

“Tic Tac, If found call…” her new second mama trails off, and stops scratching her chin. She purrs louder, hoping that her new mama will get the hint. Her hand slowly starts petting her again, just like she wanted—Ginger Mama is smart, for a human. She picked her new mama well. 

New Mama gets up and goes to the big table with the noisy machines after petting her for another second, and Tic Tac jumps up on the chair she warmed up for her, sitting patiently. “Hi, um, does Tic Tac live here?” New Mama asks while gesturing to her. Tic Tac meows at the cafe human. Mama says that it’s nice to greet people.

The human looks at her with big eyes. “No, I have no clue where she came from,” they say, “but we can’t have her in here.”

That was rude, why can’t she be in here? New Mama’s in here!

New Mama looks at her. She lays down.

“I can take her out, I think she likes me. Thanks,” she says, then turns back to Tic Tac. “We gotta go, sweetie, your people are probably worried about you!”

Tic Tac stands up, stretching, and lets her new mama pick things up off the table before hopping down to the ground, then turning back to make sure New Mama is following. She’s not letting New Mama leave until she meets Mama and agrees to be her second mama, no matter how long it takes.

[anon-blu]

Raindrops C4-5 (Donnie x GN! reader)

A/N: Hii, sorry for the wait, here’s chapter 4 to 5, I decided to merge the two since it was longer than I thought, I hope ya’ll enjoy my fic tho. Also reason for too much space between paragraphs is just for u lovely readers to read my story without burning your retinas too much, trust me, I know how my eyes feel after reading tons of fics.

TW: a bit of cuss and some cute fluff

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Chapter 4-5: Neon Lights

Song to play with: Loverboy by A-Wall and Fire Walk with Me by Surf Curse

It was early morning, and you had waken up from the sound of your alarm, you groaned and turned to your side to cover your ears with your pillow. You tossed and turned but you soon sat up, you picked up your phone and turned off your alarm. You stretched you arms and yawned loudly before getting off your bed.

You went to the bathroom with your phone in your hand. You started washing yourself up and a couple minutes after that, you were already brushing your teeth, scrolling through your phone. You saw a message from your best friend, that day the two of you were supposed to go to a laser tag arena, something had came up that day and you were left alone to go there.

You didn’t mind it at all, after all, it’s still nice to have a multiplayer game with a bunch of strangers. You spit the foam in your mouth and rinsed it down with water and spitting it back out. You were a bit excited honestly, you planned on beating your last kill count from the last time you went there, you were basically the champion everytime in laser tag.

Your thoughts from the laser tag started to go away as you focused your attention to Donnie. It had been days since the two of you last met, you haven’t seem them at all and you started wonder what happened. You just shrugged the thought off, thinking he was just really busy with something.

You turn your attention to your meowing cat from your leg, rubbing against it. You smiled and crouched down to pat it, you figured that the cat feeder was out of food already. You went to the kitchen and refilled it, right after you started making your own breakfast.

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Few hours later, you were getting ready, you wore some black leggings, purple hoodie and the same combat boots like last time. You put on a red beanie right after and looked at the mirror and posed at it, looking slightly ridiculous, you stopped right after thinking there was someone staring at you secretly.

You felt embarassed at yourself right after and slapped your face with both hands to forget what you just did. You opened your phone to check your two tickets and you checked the time right after. You placed it in your bag and headed out, saying goodbye to your cat.

You stopped by your local cafe first, to buy just some hot coffee cause you felt a bit cold from the weather. You were about to enter until the door hit you right at the face.

You stumbled backwards, falling and landing on your butt. "Ah crap!" The person said rushing out of the door, they handed their hand which they were wearing some gloves to you. You touched their hand and looked up to see the person.

"Donnie?"

"Y/N?"

The two of you said it together.

Your face blushed at the sight of him.

"O-Oh, I didn't know you would be here”

"S-Same, sorry about the door." He replied.

"What brings you here?" You asked.

"Getting some coffee." He said showing his coffee. "How about you?”

"Getting some coffee too before heading out somewhere else." You said opening the door and going inside. He followed behind you asking you. "Going where?"

"Laser tag place, I'm gonna beat my kill counts." You said as you waited in line.

"Mind if I join?"

You looked at him and blinked.

"Ah, of course I'll pay mine." He waved his hands in the air.

"Don't worry, I have another free ticket, my bestie was gonna come with me but something had came up, must be from school again."

"Cool." He said putting his hands in his pockets.

"I'll beat you up, I'll let you know that I'm a reigning champion"

"Scoff, I'll let you know I can beat you easily."

"Scoff? Seriously? How cute." You suddenly said not realizing what you just said.

He stood there, looking at you while you take your order. He fixed his mask slightly and his hoodie, fiddling with his hands right after.

He cleared his throat right after and continued to converse with you. Once your order was done, the two of you headed out, and went to the laser tag.

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The two of you arrived at the laser tag arena. The two of you would be teaming up, but fight with the most kill counts.

"Ready to get your ass kicked?"

"I'll implore you, your ass is the one who's gonna get kicked." He said with confidence.

"Hah! Like you would ever lose to me. Loser gets to treat the winner to dinner after this."

"Agreed."

The two of you wore your vests, you didn't notice he was watching you tie your hair up and fixing your clothing a bit. You looked at him once you were done, he turned his head the other way, covering up his mask with his hand. You tilted your head slightly in confusion before running up to him. "May the best person win." You said as you handed your hand out.

He looked at your hand and hesitated once again before shaking it after. You both picked up your guns and pulled down your googles as if you were in a paintball war.

The two of you headed inside the dark room filled with neon lights. "I'm gonna split up." You said, he nodded in response.

The game went long, and the two of you were getting tired but got a lot of kills. When the time was almost up, you didn't notice that there was someone right at the corner, you were running at the time, and it seems the person too, you bumped into each other, fall down the ramp fron where the person was, and hit the ground.

You were on top of the person, it took a minute for you to realize what happened and you got up slightly, still on the ground facing the person. It was.. Donnie, it was a bit hard to see but there was a neon light at the side lightly luminating the two of you. You looked at him, breathing heavily and he looked at you too.

Your faces were quite close at the time, you quickly realized what happened and stood up quickly. Your face was red all over, but it was hard to see in the dark. You started to apologize to him, bowing up and down, saying sorry all over. You didn't notice that your goggles were slightly tilted.

He didn't say a thing and noticed that your goggles was off, he then reached out to you and fixed it. You stood still there with your blushing not uttering a single word. He then looked away and ran off, not saying anything after that.

You slumped down to the ground, feeling really embarassed, you covered your blushing face. You were trying hard not to smile, your feelings were starting to come out.

After the game had ended, the two of you went back to the main room at the same time, you looked at each other then looked away at the same time, feeling embarassed. The two of you were avoidig each other slightly, he went to the bathroom and you went to the counter to check the scores.

The two of you got the same kill count, 56 kills, you waited for Donnie to come back to say your scores to him. While waiting, your thoughts went to that moment, you slapped yourself trying to forget that.

Donnie had gotten back and you fixed your composure, you cleared your throat before speaking. "So uhm.. we're tied about 56 kill counts, so uh how about we just split the bill instead."

"S-Sure, we can do that." He said looking the other direction.

"G-Great, let's go then."

The two of you walked out of the place feeling embarassed. As the two of you stood outside, Donnie started to chuckle, you looked at him and started to laugh as well.

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Over dinner, the two of you went to a local chinese restaurant nearby and ate there together, the two of you talked for countless of hours, talking about what happened in the laser tag and other stuff like hobbies and work. After dinner, Donnie had excused himself first, you waited there at the table for him 'til he came back.

You stood up from the table and Donnie went outside first, you went to the counter to pay for your food but soon found out that Donnie had already paid both of yours. You were confused so you went outside to talk to him.

"Why'd you pay mine?" You asked.

"I just wanted to pay for you as well since you did take me to a laser tag."

"You didn't have to do that, I can pay my food though, plus the ticket was from my friend."

"Then, let's just say you owe me for next time to go out." He said, sheepishly rubbing the nape of his head.

"O-Okay then." You said nervously with a blush on your face.

"Now, shall we go?" He asked giving his hand out to you.

You looked at his hand then to him, you smiled and took his hand. "Sure, let's go."

He flinched a bit from the touch and held your hand the whole way to your home. You were blushing the whole time, holding his hand tightly.

Once the two of you were at your building, the two of you asked for each others contact and said your goodbyes.

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Y/N: *added Donnie to contacts*

Y/N: *rename to: Donnie 💜*

You smiled right after changing his contact name.

[kaibacorpintern]

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! and 💎why is writing important to you? for the Let's Get ((REAL)) fic writer asks, please

💌 Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I've barely written three thousand words for this one and I'm going to throw them all out and start over because I'm still hashing out some details, but I've spent most of my daydream time recently working out a fic whose major characters are Kaiba, Atem, Pegasus, Mokuba, and Gozaburo, and it starts with Atem waking up in the rubble of Alcatraz with no memory of how he got there. Meanwhile, Kaiba is having a little morning coffee with Pegasus at a cafe in the Swiss Alps and he would like to go home right meow please. I swung by my parents' house to pick up my copy of Annihilation for hashtag inspiration.

💎Why is writing important to you?

I don't love going into details about my mental health on Tumblr dot com, but about ten years ago, I was in a deep depression, and writing was my best rope out of the hole - the only thing keeping me from becoming a total ghost. At a moment when everything felt out of my control, writing put me in control; at a moment when I felt like I could just vanish and no one would notice, writing (and especially posting my writing) made me feel visible and wanted. Writing reinforces some of the things I like most about myself: my creativity, imagination, and artistry; my determination, my ability to learn and develop, my attention to detail, and my ability to develop an idea and execute it.

Of course the community aspects of writing are important to me as well - a lot of my best friends from Tumblr have come through writing, sharing writing, talking about writing; and I wouldn't trade my little writing communities for the world - but at the core of the act, writing is something I do to keep the engine turning inside me. My drive to write is part of my drive to exist, and when my drive to exist starts stalling, I know writing will break the stall.

On top of all of that, I also just love doing it and it's a lot of fun! Despite the haphazard shitpost nature of this blog, I take writing extremely seriously - even when it's little cartoon action figures. And maybe especially when it's little cartoon action figures, because the fact that I'm writing about little cartoon action figures doesn't mean my writing can't be art!