#mrow mrow kiss me

[theno1joelhater]

another gus fanart because he is the birthday boy and i love him and he deserves it—what what the fuck how is he doing that

(there’s more stuff if you look around my account, for some reason when i check it isn’t showing up in the cgcu tags?)

[sapphicmutt77]

You seem to have a harem of lil sisters so um, i thought maybe... um um... meow meow? Mew mew mrow?

*rolls over doing a cute pose*

Maybe one more? :3 you can even give me a maid dress and I'll actually clean stuff for you!

Oh my stars! Another cute little sister! Don't worry, there's always room for another little sis in the family.

I think you'd be especially cute to tease~ dressing you up all nice and pretty, straightening your cute little maid dress. It would be really nice around the house if someone could help clean, and when you're done, I'll give you lots and lots of pets and loves, just like a good kitty deserves!

... although, there is a certain... temptation, so to speak. I mean, if mom is out of the house and well, it's just big sis and little sis, who's to stop me from, let's say... bending you over whatever spot you're cleaning and fucking you right then and there~

You really are such a thoughtful little sis, always looking after the house, being just an adorable cutie, but big sis has needs too~ Lifting up your skirt to tease you, kissing the back of your neck, slowly lowering your panties to your knees, listening to your moans and whimpers the entire time~

Little sisters always obey their big sisters, and you'll make such a wonderful knot pocket~

[malevoreenthusiast]

Boyfriend's Belly

Hi all! This is my first vore story, and I wanted to share. I had a dream about this scenario, and this story shorty ensued. Let me know if anyone would like a part two, or if anyone has any other ideas for a story, please feel free to message me!

“Sweetheart! I’m home!” I shed my coat and carefully hung it up in the lived-in mudroom, admiring the collection of different footprints Josh and I had managed to collect since we lived here. I pondered for a moment all of the friends we’ve made and memories we’ve shared since moving in together. A smile crept upon my face when I was about to call out again; however, I felt a nudging by my left leg. I looked down to see my classically handsome boyfriend Josh adorned in a headband with cat ears, two furry paw gloves, and a clip on tail that swished seemingly along with his emotions. It was one of these nights. Playing into the roleplay, I bent down and patted his fluffy, curly hair whilst he flicked his tail to and fro with affection.

“Hi there, kitty. Do you know where my boyfriend is? He’s big, strong and muscular, cute, soft brown hair, the most adorable face in the world? Sound familiar?” I scratched under his chin much the same way you would an actual cat, which got him to tilt his head up and look at me with a beautiful, genuine smile.

“Mrroww,” Josh said. He nuzzled me, which did feel somewhat similar to an actual cat given how plush his hair was. I interpreted the “meow” as a “No, but keep petting me.” If this is what my boyfriend wants, then I would do everything I could to make him happy.

“Okay, kitty,” I started scratching his fuzzy cheeks, “lets go unwind after a long day at work. If Josh isn’t here, then I guess I’ll have to tell you all about it!”

“Mrow!” Josh purred, nuzzling me as I stood back up.

I walked into the empty kitchen, surveying the place to see if our roommate, Chris, had cleaned up after himself since this morning. Though, roommate was a stretch. He didn’t pay rent, left messes everywhere, and overall made the apartment worse by constantly complaining and ruining Josh and I’s fun. Walking to our bedroom, Josh and I flopped on the bed and let the cool memory foam envelop us while I unwound from the day. Petting Josh along his muscled back, I talked out loud to myself in a playful manner.

“Gosh, if only my big strong boyfriend was here so I could tell him about my day. I got a raise, finished a project, got compliments from the boss…” I looked at the kitty before me as he smiled with glee and pounced on me to begin showering me with kisses—animal kisses, not human ones.

“Thank you, kitten. If my own boyfriend can’t bother to show up, I’m glad I have you,” I said, falling for the role play more and more as time went on. I nuzzled Josh inbetween his big, hairy pecs and planted kisses all along his torso. Kissing his belly button, Josh meowed seductively and I heard from his stomach the loudest, most obnoxious growl ever…

One of the things I most loved about Josh was his ability to pack things away into his gut. At the beginnings of our relationship, I had just assumed he needed a lot of calories, which is true, but the man devoured his own thanksgiving dinner almost each night. He could tear into food like no one I’ve ever met before. One of our favorite pastimes is stuffing Josh’s gut full of enough food to feed the entire homeless population, rub his belly to hear him belch and groan about how big he is, then fall asleep on the couch and listen to him digest his meal. I only learned recently that Josh, my beloved himbo of a boyfriend, was able to swallow people whole and digest them. He didn’t do it of his own volition almost ever. Most of the time, people asked to go into his belly, to which he wouldn’t—couldn’t—refuse. However, lately, I’ve been able to convince him to swallow some guys from the gym or at a restaurant bathroom. Something about the way his enormous stomach groans and moans as it churns the victim inside of it turns me on like nothing else. I worshipped Josh and his stomach, just as he worshipped me. I began forming a mischievous throught in my head that would help deal with two problems we currently faced.

“Is my little kitten hungry? You want some food in your tummy?” I rubbed Josh’s flat six-pack whilst asking, feeling another low rumble.

“Mrroowww,” Josh nodded his head and rubbed over his own hairy abs.

“Yeah? Good boy. Then follow me. I have a nice big meal for such a good kitty.” I couldn’t lie: I was starting to get really turned on by the idea I had in mind.

Josh happily flicked his tail around and nuzzled against me as I got out of bed. We crept over to Chris’ room and put our ears up against the door. The soft sound of snoring could be heard on the other end inside the room. Perfect for us, terrible for Chris. 

Josh looked at me quizzically and meowed, as if to say, “What are we doing outside Chris’ room?”

I bent down and whispered, “Hey, kitty. I know you’re super hungry, so I have a really big warm meal that’ll fit right into your belly,” at this, I rubbed Josh’s stomach in encouragement.

Josh froze for a moment, connecting the dots, when he suddenly realized what I had intended—he was gonna swallow Chris down into his gut. His eyes widened, at first with shock, then with excitement. He hadn’t even thought about gulping down our useless roommate because that was just the kind of pure-hearted soul Josh was. I, on the other hand, was a much more sinister person, and one who was head over heels for the muscular catboy at my feet. Filling Josh’s belly and getting rid of Chris would be a perfect way to end off this Friday.

“Okay, kitten. We need to be very quiet, or else this won’t work. Are you ready to have a big meal in your hungry belly?”

Josh nodded eagerly, forgetting to even meow. This new prospect I had introduced to him had seemed to really excite him. I stood back up and slowly opened the door to Chris’ room. It swung open silently. The door revealed the disarray Chris’ room was in: condoms were all over the floor, lube and tissues littered his nightstand and bedsheets, different pairs of dirty underwear were everywhere but the overflowing hamper. Only about fifty percent of the dirty underwear was even his.Tiptoeing through the messy room, Josh and I arrived at Chris’ bed. Chris was somewhat similar-looking to Josh, as they were cousins, which is why we let his tyranny go on for so long. His muscular body lay still, sleeping off whatever it was he did with no job. I wasn’t a predator myself, but even I could see how delectable Chris’ hairy thighs looked. Josh was thinking the same thing, as my handsome little kitten was already salivating and preemptively rubbing his flat stomach. Josh’s emerald glass eyes were unwavering from his cousin and dinner. He swallowed back the saliva that was crowding his mouth and broke his streak of inhuman words.

“Can I? Please…” he whimpered, and I couldn’t say no to his perfect, lovable face. I kissed him on the top of his head and whispered back.

“You may. Good kitty.”

Something clicked in Josh’s eyes, going from desparate anticipation to reverent cheer. He bounded up onto Chris’ bed, stirring the lazy boarder. Josh, ever on all fours, sniffed Chris’ feet. Where I smelled old sweat and filth, Josh smelled the best meal he’s ever had. My boyfriend licked up the length of Chris’ sole, which woke his dozing state.

“Woah! What the fuck? Hey guys. What’re you doing here?” He said, yawning, not yet realizing the danger he was in.

Neither Josh nor I answered, as we were fixated on what Josh was about to do. With a paw on his stomach, Josh opened his mouth wide and clamped his jaw down on Chris’ toes. Josh ran his tongue inbetween and around all of Chris’ toes, eliciting a giggle from the still confused prey.

“Haha, stop that! What’re you doing? That feels funny,” Chris chuckled, lazily rubbing his eyes.

Josh answered with a deep, slow gulp. The sound echoed throughout the room, making the two of us ignited with a desprate passion for more. Chris, on the other hand, was left drowning in even more confusion. That is, until he opened his eyes.

Seeing your cousin in nothing but underwear and cat ears at the foot of your bed wasn’t something most people would ever think to see in their life time. Seeing your cousin naked in cat ears at the foot of their bed with their mouth stretched over your feet and ankles was not something anyone has seen…probably ever. 

Josh used his big fuzzy paws to rub over Chris’ muscular thighs, tenderizing them for their inevitable trip down his throat. My hunky boyfriend was eager to fit more of Chris into his gut because of his immense hunger, so he swallowed one more time—the deep sound rang out as his throat contracted and opened up to suction more of Chris down his throat. Josh’s esophagus bulged outward, needing to accommodate the massive intake of food he was downing. His eyes were locked ahead, staring directly at Chris, viewing him as nothing but food for his groaning stomach.

“Josh,” Chris stammered, “what the fuck is happeneing. What are you doing?” He asked, trying to cling to the vestiges of composure that he was losing rapidly. He propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view of his own undoing when he was unceremoniously dragged further down the bed and deeper into Josh’s mouth with another swallow up to his thighs. Watching the scene play out was kind of incredible. Rivulets of drool poured out of Josh’s stretched maw onto the bedsheets as he lapped up and sucked on Chris’ thighs. Josh’s back was arching in the opposite way a cat’s would, and his erection was growing rapidly. As for my own, I had been rock hard ever since I first presented the idea. 

I got onto the bed, wanting to join in on the fun. Pushing my bulging erection into Josh’s massive bubble butt, I leaned down on top of his back and whispered in his ear: “Hey, aren’t kitties supposed to play with their food? How about we slow down and enjoy this, sweetheart?”

Josh purred in agreement, still locking his gaze on Chris, viewing him as nothing but a belly-filler. I could feel his stomach already expanding, giving him a small bloat already. I pushed my clothed-erection into his backside and rubbed his belly from behind, planting kisses all the while along his shredded back. This was what I lived for. Moments like this convinced me that Josh was my soulmate—moments of pure, primal intimacy in which we were both being fulfilled in such a meaningful, pleasurable way.

I glanced up at Chris, still shocked and beginning to move with more panic. He caught my eye and yelped: “Do something! He’s… he’s eating me!” Chris couldn’t look away from Josh’s gaze, scared that he might speed up or do something worse if he turned away now. All he could manage was stare in disbelief as his cousin (still in cat ears) slowly unhinged his jaw and swallowed his entire body down whole. 

Josh’s tongue ran over Chris’ skin slowly and deliberately, tasting his body like it was a five-star entree. Our roommate shuddered, but he didn’t have the consciousness or ability to resist, as Josh opened his throat once more and slid Chris’ perky ass and bulging cock down his throat, underwear and all. Half of Chris’ body was now inside my boyfriend’s gullet, and his belly was starting to grown at a much more rapid pace. Gliding my hands over the round curvature of Josh’s hairy belly, I could feel Chris kick his feet inside of his stomach chamber. Josh cupped his hand over mine on his belly and purred slowly, letting me know how much he enjoyed this idea. Josh grinded his ass against my crotch, letting me know how much sexual pleasure devouring his cousin was giving him.

Chris tried again, failing yet to understand that this was entirely voluntary on our end, and, in fact, this was exactly what the two of us wanted. He reasoned, “Josh, I’m not food. I’m your cousin! Chris? You know, we live together? Remember all the good times when we, um—” Chris was cut off as his body lurched deeper into Josh’s belly. His six pack was now half-way into Josh’s salivating mouth, and his stomach was looking bigger and bigger with every passing second Chris filled it up.

I gave my himbo some words of encouragement to help him along, not that he needed it, he clearly had this whole thing under control, but still, Josh loved the praise I gave him: “Good kitty. You’re being such a good boy right now. Was this a good meal for you, baby?”

Josh nodded and Chris looked at me with mouth agape. He whisper shouted in an attempt to not spur Josh on further: “Don’t encourage him! What the fuck is wrong with you? He’s swallowing me whole!”

I nodded whilst rubbing Josh’s growing belly. He swallowed again, allowing the better half of Chris’ torso down into his mouth. My hunky kitty was grinding on my cock like crazy now, as he knew his meal was almost at its end. Josh took his cat paws and placed them on Chris’ shoulders, getting ready to shove the rest of his cousin down his throat in one fell swoop, clearly forgetting what I said about taking this slow and playing with your food. So long as Josh was happy, though, I was happy. Josh prepped himself to fully finish off his cousin in one last swallow: opening his throat, arching his back, spreading his legs apart on the bed. I readily rubbed his belly as he moaned for more of Chris inside of him. 

“Are you ready kitten?” I asked Josh. He nodded his head eagerly, waiting for me to give him the okay. I took a moment to remember this view of my perfect, charming boyfriend swallowing another man whole. With all of the love in my heart, I said, “Do it.”

Josh shoved Chris with full force down his throat, pushing his belly out massively. Chris yelped and began shouting for help from anyone that would listen. Josh’s belly began moving of its own accord, bulging outward here and there with Chris’ movements inside. We both laid there still for a moment, letting the feeling sink in of Josh’s big, full belly. Josh continued swallowing, making sure he fit every single part of Chris in his stomach. After some time elapsed of sheer bliss with my boyfriend, Josh belched once, then again, then again. Chris was clearly kicking up a lot of gas for my himbo of a boyfriend, and poor Josh was belching more than a frathouse on a Friday night.

We turned around, both belly up (one was significantly larger than the other) on Chris’ bed and stayed there for a moment. I rubbed his belly affectionately and broke the silence after a few minutes. “Was he good?”

Josh, still wearing the garb but no longer adhering to feline speech patterns, responded, “He feels so fucking good in there. BBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.”

Turning on my side, I planted kisses on his hairy, stretched belly whilst he patted it. I put my ear up against his warm flesh and could hear Chris’ muffled voice from inside his stomach calling out for help. I smiled childishly and continued rubbing over the large dome of belly my perfect boyfriend sported. “You’re such a greedy kitty,” I chuckled whilst nuzzling into his chest.

“Hey,” he retorted, “this was your idea entire—BBBUUUUURRRRPPPPP—entirely. God, he tasted good,” Josh smacked his lips, clinging to the aftertaste of his belch. “Fuck, he filled me up so good. This’s been one of the most satisfying meals to date,” he looked down and smacked his Chris-filled belly, eliciting another burp.

Unable to restrain myself, I  began to passionately make out with him, doing my best to show just how much I loved him. Groping his hairy, muscular pecs, I paused every so often to give his belly the love it both required and deserved. We went on like that for a while, drowning in pure bliss and love for one another. About twenty minutes later, I was kissing Josh like my life depended on it, when he let loose a vile, deep belch, more gutteral than all of the other ones before. In my own mouth, I tasted the vile stench of his digestive juices and a weird spongy feeling of fabric on my mouth. Pulling away, I pulled the fabric from Josh’s mouth with my teeth, only to find that Josh had just burped out Chris’ underwear. The reminder of pure greed and hunger consumed me with lust. Every second I loved Josh more and more.

“Looks like Chris wanted to say goodbye,” Josh lovingly patted his behemoth of a belly.

Tossing the underwear aside, I nodded in agreement and nuzzled my face into Josh’s side, realizing my fatigue from the days work and this lust-ridden experience. In the morning, Josh’s belly would be much smaller, and we would go about any other weekend without a pesky third roommate. Future family gatherings on Josh’s side might be a little hard to explain, though. Rubbing Josh’s gut and mindlessly pondering about getting another roommate for Josh’s appetite, I began to drift off to sleep alongside Josh, lost in the loving embrace of my perfect, ravenous boyfriend.

[sukunaology]

helloo, this is the first time i do a request on tumblr >< may i request yandere shenhe headcanons with fem reader? maybe reader approached her first because she understood her struggles to fit in and wanted to be friends. your blog looks pretty btw!

𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚎 — 𝚐𝚒

a/n : hi! i feel so honored that you chose my blog for your first request! i would like to apologize for how long i have been gone! since starting college. i have been stressed out with coursework. so, tumblr had to sit at the back burner! but now i'm back and better than ever! thanks for being so patient nonnie :3 !! and this goes out to everyone else as well :D! but shenhe is a new character for me so i am super excited to write her for you! enjoy! (i am no longer doing fancy banners. too much work for lil ol' me ! also! i'm 19 now guys :D

synopsis : shenhe has a new friend and she wants to be more.

w/c : mrow

trigger warnings : yandere scariness , stalking , enabler cloud retainer , non-con kissing , MDNI , goodies under the cut !

yandere! shenhe who has been lonely and isolated from humanity for many years until she meets you..a young woman who had ventured a little too far into the caves of the adepti. you had ended up awakening a monster in your curiosty, and thus, shenhe began her work.

yandere! shenhe who defeated the monster looks at you with a certain curiosity as you greet her with enthusiasm.. you did not treat her like a cursed being despite the tales told. you treated her like a friend..

yandere! shenhe who struggles with her growing new found feelings for you as you brought her strange trinkets from the mortal coil. she adored how your hair frames your face, whether long or short, she adores it. she would like to be the one to comb her fingers through your hair and delicately place the jade hairpin you ever so adore in your hair. she is fascinated by you. wholly.. truly.. yandere! shenhe who ended up consulting cloud retainer on her new found feelings.. how shall she deal with them? why does her heart seem to quicken when you draw near to her. cloud retainer had told her that it is love that she feels for you. love.. how strange. she thought that she could have never felt such a human emotion.. but here she is.. in love with you yandere! shenhe who grows jealous easily when she sees you interact with anyone, female or male otherwise. when you interact with the hairshop owner and she feels that the other woman is all too eager to brush your hair out, a task that is trusted to shenhe, she feels the all too eager urge to dig her blade into that mortal flesh to cease the painful feelings.

yandere! shenhe who is elated as cloud retainer brings you to her abode so that you may spend time to her. shenhe wants to make sure you stay with her.. for as long as you both shall live. she sees no need to ask you to be her lover, as the way she marks you is enough to lay her claim on your body. your neck and your collarbones are marred by her teeth, beautiful purple hues on your skin yandere! shenhe who kidnaps you on a dark night. after all.. you are hers.

" do not struggle innocent one... you shall be happy with me"

[areyoudreaminof]

Meet Oriana, Nessian’s very wild and musical daughter.

She has a name! Thanks to @kataravimes-of-the-shire for helping me with it. ❤️

Oriana kicked her feet along as she hummed. The picture looked very good, she thought. She colored in the lines she drew, a picture of her, Mama, Papa and her poofy cat, Pudding. She made sure to put the House in there too, Mama said it was part of the family.

“Mrow?”

She turned to Pudding, his round face was cocked with confusion. Oriana sighed as she explained the picture again.

“That’s you and me, and Mama and Papa. I didn’t have green for your eyes though.”

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“I’m ready!” Ori chirped as she bounced into Cassian’s view. She wore her favorite red dress, purple socks, and her sandals were on the wrong feet. In her hand she held her little white Valkyrie ribbon. Cassian chuckled to himself. His daughter was nothing, if not completely her own person. She couldn’t be persuaded to anything, not even breaking the rules.

“Why don’t we take the socks off, it’s not cold outside or inside the Symphony.” Cassian said smoothly, hoping to get her shoes onto the right feet. It’s a miracle she even put her shoes on, Cassian thought to himself. His daughter hated shoes and he lost count of how many they’d lost over the past year.

“Okay,” Ori said, “can I wear my ribbon?”

“Of course you can, would you like me to put it on?”

“Not too tight,” Ori chided as Cassian tied the ribbon around her wild dark hair. Hair that matched his own, but still had that baby fine texture that made it impossible to stay tidy for long.

“Never, sweetheart.” He placed a kiss on her small button nose, a replica of Nesta’s. “Are you ready to go surprise Mama?”

“Let’s go!” Ori squealed as she flapped her wings, launching herself towards the door.

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“That’s me and you and Papa.” Oriana pointed at the figures in the drawing. ��I put silver for my eyes and your eyes, cause we have silver eyes. And I used black and red for my wings!” Oriana pointed to the blob shape, “There’s Pudding,” she said, affirming her cat’s presence, “and here’s The House.”

Nesta set the picture down reverently. Grabbing Oriana into a hug, she inhaled the sweet scent of mountain juniper. “I love it so much.” Nesta said softly, kissing Oriana’s face all over. “I’m going to frame it and show everyone in the library.”

[ropes3amthoughts]

Oh man you guys I feel ill thinking about him…Kabru…Kabru…sighs dreamily and eyes turn into hearts and I twirl my hair and go teeheehee omfg you guys look at some of these Kabru from later chapters like

BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BADK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK AWOOOOOO HOWLLLLLL SNARL BARK BARK BARK BARK AWOOO AWOOOOOOOOO AWOOOOO AWO AWOOOO BARK BARK BARK BAKR BARK somebody needs to put this dog(me) down it’s gonna be howling all night oh wow striking beauriful Kabru

He has such. Pretty face…I can’t get o at it I feel like my heart is convulsing or whatever the word is oughhhhhhhhhh look at him

He looks so gorgeous here o my look at him oh my god his eyes his lips his nose I’m going crazy hey gorjus I wont you my sweet apple pie nom nom nom I actually don’t like apple pie he can be like japchae instead I can slurp that shit up when I’m hungry mmmmmm japchae one time I was hungry and I ate like an entire family sized serving of it that stuff is so good and it’s moist so you can just eat it up like that I love moist food because I don’t like drinking the same time as eating so it means I can just eat all the stuff I want when I’m hungry like a cat I don’t blame cats for liking wet food I think they’re justified in that if I were a cat I would like wet food and if I was a cat I’d like Kabru and I’d go meowwwwwwww meow meow meow meow mreow miau meow mew mrow purrrrrrrrrr purrr purrrrrrrrrrr cat in heat yowling MEOW MEOW MOWW MEOW MEOWWWWWW MROW MEOW MEOWWWWWWW

Love the side views of him something about his nose makes me want to kiss him he’s so gogoues he makes me smile and go like wowwwwww meowza amazing wow nice great

This might sound crazy but why he look cute tied up

Oh man 💕💕💕💕💕 Kabru low cut neck part on his shirt…. there’s a whole barnyard up in my head when I see him I’m going woof meow moo oink cluck caw baa and all the animal noises I’m going feral I’m falling to the floor foaming at the mouth hrgghhh snarl gr snrrrr grrr areee argh arf arf arf arf HIS OUTFIT WITH THR NECK CUT AGH

Fun fact this is one of the few times we see Kabru’s shoulders in Dungeon Meshi iirc this is the only time in the manga canon story line we see him no shirt and shoulders showing and this is one of three times he’s shown across main content and extra content with no shirt/shoulders showin he’s so scrawny here tiny like a paperweight i could wrap my arms around him oh that would be noce kiss handsome beauyfii

Kabru so cute here loook at him sitting down oh my cute he’s lovely just lovely very easy to love my sweet guy my dear majestic guy

Dreamy sigh sigghhhhhh I love Kabru you guys I love him so mcuh what a great guy a beautiful man he’s so perfect to me he’s just oovely sighhhhhh Kabru…Kabru Kabru <33333333333 mh sweet Kabru

[kpforpresident]

Does Clarke go away on travel for a bit and leave Hiro with plant shop owner Lexa?

mrow. mrow. meow. MEOW.

Lexa cracked open an unwilling eyeball, forcing her bleary eyesight to focus on the small numbers glowing at her from the alarm clock perched on her bedside table. She fended off the small but persistent paw that was insistently batting at her earlobe as she did so, earning a disgruntled rrrfft as Lexa shoved the tiny kitten off of where she had been cheerily perched on her neck for the past ten minutes or so, alternating between kneading her aorta and boxing her earlobe with one small mitten.

4:07 am blinked back at her.

Lexa sat up in a huff, shoving a tangled wad of curls out of her face as she fished around her nightstand for her phone, ripping it from its charger with barely contained rage as Hiro trotted dainty to the end of her and Clarke's shared bed, sat down, and promptly began to clean her asshole, one tiny leg held primly aloft.

4:08 am

Lexa: Clarke, this goddamn cat is getting locked out of the room from here on out, so help me god. This is the second night in a row that she's woken me up at the crack of dawn to feed her. It's like trying to negotiate with terrorists, for chrrisake.

Lexa is not expecting her girlfriend to answer immediately despite the two hour time different between Polis and California, Lexa begrudgingly feels around for her slippers, sliding them on her feed in grumpy acceptance as Hiro twines figure eights happily around her ankles, chirping happily.

Hiro's delighted little warbles continue, floating through the watery grey of the early morning light as Lexa pads her way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She stifles a jaw- cracking yawn as she flicks on the kettle, sleepily reaching for a mug and a sachet of tea to hopefully kickstart her day- even if it is two hours earlier than she originally planned. She's just pouring boiling water over her Earl Grey teabag when her phone chimes cheerily.

Hiro looks up from where she's cleaning her paw to cock her head in inquiry as Lexa crosses the kitchen to check her mobile.

4:47 am

Clarke: fuck, I'm sorry Lex. She just loves you and is off her with me gone. I'm ordering her a timed feeder right now, I swear- you can set it to go off at 4 so she has a pre-breakfast and won't tapdance on your head for food so early. I love you! I'll be home in two days!

Lexa smiles begrudingly at the text, reaching across the counter to pet the downy soft hair that lays just under Hiro's chin. Hiro purrs in contentment, dropping down from the counter to trot over to her now-full food bowl.

Lexa's phone chimes again as she reaches for her mug, alerting her from her and Clarke's linked Amazon account that her new stainless steel cat feeder will be on her doorstep in just four short hours.

Lexa angles her phone to send Clarke a photo of Hiro curled up in an early morning beam of sunlight in response, signing it with a few kisses for good measure as she scoops up her book and tea to curl up in their duvet and read for a few hours before work.

[the-tomcat-disposable]

Short fic based off of this by @nami-ramen because I couldn't stop giggling about it

Summary: the Waldos take turns tossing around the detective. Why not play with their food a little bit?

TW: non consensual tossing?? I guess. Very briefly implied murder.

No beta read we die like Waldo's victims.

Shoutout to the dumb little joke me and @wyvernet made once about the Waldo clones calling each other who/what/when/where/how

The detective was by no means a morning person. They blinked their eyes open and groaned at the tightness in their head as their alarm blared obnoxiously. Ever since they were assigned to Waldo's case, they'd been getting headaches more frequently. They hoped that this wasn't the start of one. They reached over to the alarm clock and hit whatever button their hand landed on first to silence its beeping. Hesitantly, they carefully slid out of bed, wishing they could stay longer in their wife's hold, but their job was important.

After stretching and popping all their stiff joints, they yawned as quietly as they could, giving Wenda's sleeping form a gentle kiss on the cheek before dragging themselves to their shared closet. What Waldo would do to make their day worse is a mystery that they did not look forward to.

...

They did enjoy the morning commute to their office. The crisp air of autumn and the orange leaves illuminated by the rising sun made life feel so surreal. The morning news played through the radio, reminding people to stock up on candy for trick-or-treaters with a warning for parents to check their kids' bags afterwards for drugs and such. They detective sighed at that— it really was never as big of an issue as the news reported it to be, and they had the statistics to prove it, but they knew that there were people out there who were the reason that the lady reporting it needed to say it every year. They briefly wondered if taking a job as a news reporter would be better than the constant stress that Waldo puts them under.

"Make sure you stay warm! The weather this week—" the detective groaned as they tuned it out. Cold, yes, just like it was for the previous weeks. They saw frost settling on the ground and their breath forming a cloud when they exhaled, not to mention that they felt like a block of ice. That was plenty to know that they probably should have borrowed one of Wenda's scarves today, but it was too late. They had already pulled into a parking lot behind a coffee shop and noticed a barista catch sight of their car on the way in and run back to the kitchen.

Something rustled the leaves of the hedge behind the detective's car as they slammed the door and locked the car. They glared at the now unmoving leaves for a short while, always suspicious of a potential Waldo attack, and sighed with some disappointment when a cat jumped out of it and mrowed a greeting at them. It blended in very well with the orange and brown of it's surroundings.

"Hey, little guy—" they glanced at the cat's name tag, "Egg. You here for coffee too?" the detective questioned her, and she nipped their leg and ran off with a hiss.

"Ow! Rude! This is why I prefer dogs," they scolded. They swore they heard a chuckle as they walked to the front of the nearly empty coffee shop and entered. Thankfully, the barista had already had their coffee ready.

"Your coffee to go, Mr 'black with enough caffeine to kill a horse,'" the barista joked, wearing the forced smile that they were trained to wear, though it seemed genuine when they saw them. The detective reached into their coat and pulled $12 from their wallet to hand to the barista.

"It's still $12, correct?" the barista hummed an 'uh-huh' as they took the money and tossed it into the register. "Such a shame that this place isn't flooded with customers. It's that season when people usually do."

The detective sipped their coffee as they chatted with the barista. They'd attempted to ask questions about the Waldo case, though the detective would not answer them. A cat— maybe the same cat that bit them— yowled from outside, and the detective quickly thanked the barista before rushing back outside towards the parking lot to investigate the commotion.

"Ah, detective, hello! Fine morning, isn't it?" the tall, striped figure stood beside their car, holding the cat by the scruff and away from himself. He balanced on his cane and the cat yowled in terror as Waldo's grin widened impossibly wide before changing to look more human again. He dropped the cat and she scattered away faster than the detective had ever seen a cat run.

The detective blinked at Egg as she left then back at Waldo, who had moved slightly closer. The detective moved backwards the same amount of steps and silently prayed that they wouldn't meet the same fate as his predecessor who they considered to be a mentor. They chugged down a few more gulps of their coffee and felt it as the caffeine and heat properly woke them up.

"Couldn't you wait until I clocked in?" the detective scoffed. Waldo kept his distance and laughed over the sound of faint static from somewhere nearby.

"I believe this is a special occasion, detective. Why wait?" Waldo stepped closer. "Do you know what day it is, detective?"

"Fuck o—" the detected hissed as they stepped backward, cut off by long arms swooping them up bridal style. The surprise caused them to drop their coffee on the cement as they yelped at the sight of a second Waldo grinning mischievously at them. Would this be the end for them?

"Heads up!" was the last thing they heard before being hurled into the air with surprising force from such a lanky creature. They squeezed their eyes shut to brace themselves for the pain of the impact against solid ground but they hadn't landed against the cement. They opened their eyes to stare up at Waldo, then quickly afterwards, noticed three more clones standing in a circle. Their canes were each hooked around one arm as they held them both open.

They quickly understood what was happening as they attempted to escape Waldo's hold, though it was futile as his grip only tightened.

"Detective, struggling will get you hurt," Waldo scolded with a tsk-tsk-tsk. Before the detective could ask why he was tossing them back and forth between himself, Waldo shouted to one of them. They shouted curses as they were hurled into the air repeatedly with calls of "Where, catch!" or "How, catch!" which the detective gathered to be nicknames these pretend humans used for each other.

This continue for a while, until the Waldo nicknamed "What" had shouted to "Who" to catch. "Who" seemed different from the rest. The most notable difference being that his cane seemed lighter than the others'. They didn't have time to think on this, as they were thrown into the air once again before landing with a thud against "Who," both of them landing on the cement.

The Waldos all groaned with displeasure at this as three of them had cursed and disappeared with a crackle of electricity. The detective stood up to get a proper look at him. He was different. He looked almost just like the rest of the Waldos, except for small hairs above his lip. Before they had a chance to question this, Waldo scoffed and hooked his cane around the detective's neck and yanked them against his body and spun around, holding them there as they kicked and grabbed at the cane for what felt like longer than a few seconds.

"Detective, you had the opportunity to capture one of us just then, you realize?" Waldo grinned, purring with curiosity. He released the detective and with a gasp, they looked to where "Who" had been just moments ago. As expected from a Waldo, he wasn't there now.

"Damnit," the detective cursed as the last remaining Waldo hummed the tune of a Halloween classic. They looked solemnly at their spilled coffee on the ground, completely unsalvagable now. Their $12 was wasted all because Waldo thought a game of "catch the detective" would be funny. As a car horn honked in the distance, a static crackle sounded as they turned to lunge at Waldo, only to find a red envelope in his place.

"Dear detective, I appreciate your attempt to capture me, though you should have taken the chance to do so sooner. Don't cry over spilled coffee, now! You'll have an opportunity to stop by here again.

— Waldo"

[incorrectshinee]

someone: what breed is your cat

Taemin: well I think one is a meow meow kind and the other is mrow kind but sometimes it meows too but it also makes that mwrah sound and sometimes when I pet them a lil too hard they make that one sound like you know what I mean n they don't let me kiss them so I think they're still in their lil emo n rebellious phase too but they probably got that from me I hope they mellow out later on like I did since they're still kids rn.

[hunterbunter3000]

°.Aggressive Lovin'.°

The urge to just sniff these men is indescribable for me and I don't know WHY

°○•Masterlist•○°

╰┈➤ Gn || Female

°. Reader accessories: No use of Y/n, black reader in mind (anyone can read it!) no use of pronouns just "you", no description of skin or figure, reader wears bangles in Königs

°. Summary.: You show your boyfriend how much you've missed him.

°. Pov.: Second || Fandom.: C.o.D mw2

°. Warnings.: FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF, chaotic actions, lots of kisses and bites, licking, manhandling your bf, aggressive sniffing, use of pet names: "love", "babe", "der liebling"

°. Word count: how tf do you do a word count-- I'm trying to be like these aesthetically pleasing writers out here that have this but idk how to this I'm SIMPLE

°. Characters.: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gaz, Soap, John Price, König

• Ghost •

"You okay love?"

He asks, sitting on the couch with his legs open. "Mhm. Just missed you." You say, sitting in the middle of him. His eyes are focused on the TV, yet your hard, consecutive kisses on his neck keep distracting him. The tight grip you have on his shoulders makes him chuckle. Like he's gonna vanish again, and you don't want him to. You sniff a couple of times on his neck and then move to his tousled hair, sniffing deeply. Since Simon is quite used to this, he just shakes his head and scoffs out a laugh.

"I can tell."

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• Soap •

"Ya goin' overtime today, huh?" Soap has a smirk on his lips, feeling your lips kiss his ear. The birds chirp in the clear air, singing his return while sitting in a field having a picnic. Your nose flattens against his stubbled skin, sniffing deeply. "Yep. I need to love you lots." You mumble, feeling his shoulders with your hands. He snickers, snaking his hands around your waist. "Not if I can love you lots first!" He says before tackling you down on the ground, shrieks and laugh ring through the air.

◦──●◎●──◦

• Gaz •

You both were lying in bed, resting for the day. The loud sniffing on Gaz's cheek and claw grip on his jaw made him whine. You shush him, "Lemme smell you." You kiss his forehead. You begin shaking him back and forth, gritting 'I love you' every so often before snorting his head. "Oh my god." He chuckles, patting your thigh. He grunts when you put him in a head lock. "Please, what'd I do to deserve this treatment?"

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• Price •

"Whatcha doin', love." Price asks with a bit of concern when you lick his forehead. He was in his study, reading a book until you came in. He smiled, opening his arms for you to be in, but you had a different idea; you jumped on his lap and started to sniff his hair with an iron grip on his face. Now you're licking and kissing his forehead. "Loving you." You state matter of factly. He exhales. "I didn't know that loving me consisted of licking and smelling me." You chuckle at him, already knowing that this is a routine you have everytime he comes back. "I missed you alot, baby. Now lemme smell your beard." You move down, now forcefully moving his head up so you can sniff his beard. He scoffs out a laugh, prying your hands off his face and holding them in his own. "I swear you become more of a cat everytime I see you." He teases. You look at him and pucker your lips. It was silent for a moment until you made a sound. "Mrow." "Sweet Jesus, no."

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• König •

"Uhm, liebling? What are you doing?" Even though he misses you too, licking the side of his face seems quite excessive. You climbed on his back, locking your feet around his waist and your arms on his neck while he's cooking food. You smooch the nape of his neck multiple times and hum. "Missing my green giant, babe." He chortles, now hearing you sniffing heavily at his hair. His hand rests on your wrist, thumb now playing with the jingling bracelets on your skin. "Your green giant misses you too."

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Thanks for reading!

[nyanbinary-perineum]

Meeeeoooooow mrrr p meeeoooooooow I’m being SUCH an innocent kitty in your inbox I hope you don’t scoop me up and make me kiss your big throbbing cock!

Mrow:3

>:3

Oh I certainly wouldn't do that!~

Or I might lure the sweet little kitty closer with a promise that I'll Let them kiss my big throbbing cock ;3c

Doesn't it sound so enticing?~ ^.^

Just melting away all your coherent thoughts as you are allowed to kiss and worship before you feel my paws gripping your head and showing you what that pretty face and mouth were always for? ^.^

💜

[thetomorrowshow]

pulled over

empires superpowers au masterlist (not up to date)

takes place about a year after the end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: mentions of police, past abuse

~

He’s thinking about going back to school, honestly. He’s not sure what sort of career he’d expected to get with a degree in architecture—hopefully one where he got to plan cool buildings, but that clearly hadn’t worked out too well in his favor. And while he’d still like to do that—his sketchbooks are filled with designs of gothic-inspired houses and improbable city buildings—it’s an unpredictable enough job that he’s not sure what sort of hours it would be or if someone is even hiring.

Not to mention, he has money. He gets a pension from the city (an excessive amount, in his opinion), so he doesn’t really need a second job. Which is why he’s been thinking more about going back to school. More of something to fill his free time, really.

He’s not sure what degree he’d be looking for—computer science? Theatre?—and he’s just scrolling through the course options at ECU when he hears the jingling of keys in the door.

Usually when Jimmy enters the house, he calls for the cats and coos at them both, before planting a kiss on Scott’s cheek on his way to get down the box of Dreamies.

Today, the door shuts without any fanfare. The cats come running anyway, of course, and Scott opens up the tab for the glassblowing major before he registers that Jimmy hasn’t said anything yet.

He looks up. Jimmy is sitting on the floor, holding Norman close to his chest. His shoulders are shaking.

Scott’s up and headed over before he can even think about it. Once he does think, though, he realizes that Jimmy is on the floor and he is standing and with what seems to be a poor emotional state, that could trigger a flashback very easily.

He drops to the floor six or eight feet away from Jimmy, scoots along until he’s close enough to touch. Jimmy doesn’t react except to bury his face into Norman’s side, the cat letting out a quiet mrow? at the action.

“Jimmy? What’s going on?”

Jimmy sighs, and when he pulls away from Norman, his eyes are red. “I—I got pulled over,” he says, his voice cracking. “The left taillight is out, by the way.”

“Oh, baby. . . .” Scott wrings his hands, holds one out. “Good for me to hug you?”

Surprisingly, Jimmy nods, then places Norman down on the floor and lunges into Scott’s arms. Scott rocks back onto his heels, unsteady for a moment, before finding his balance and wrapping his arms around Jimmy.

“Did he ticket you?” Scott asks after a moment. Jimmy shakes his head.

“It was just—it was scary. I—I almost had to pull over again, m-my hands were shaking so bad after.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay to be scared.”

“I’m a grown man, Scott.” An angry tear slips from the corner of Jimmy’s eye, his eyebrows drawn in shame. “I shouldn’t be—I can’t be scared of the police. I just saw the—the stupid stick thing on his belt and—and the way he talked—”

“Most people are afraid of cops, dear,” Scott tells him, kissing him lightly on the forehead. “It sucks. Cops suck. I need to give Shelby a call, get her to really push for that reform. . . .”

Jimmy snuggles closer into Scott, awkwardly kicks off his shoes. Norman wraps around Scott’s legs, tilts his head up at the two of them.

“Wanna move to the couch? Your cat’s confused and I bet your knees hurt,” Scott suggests. Jimmy gasps and coos at Norman.

“Aw, hey, pet! I haven’t given you your treat yet, huh?”

Then he blinks. The smile on his face falters for just a moment. It’s quickly pasted back on, and when Scott tries to ask what’s up, he waves him off.

Jimmy stands shakily and slowly, tests his balance before following Norman and Elle to the kitchen. Scott waits until he returns, guides him to the sofa.

“How was work otherwise?” Scott asks.

Jimmy shakes himself. “Um, fine,” he says, leaning his head on Scott’s shoulder. “It’s—I don’t know how to describe it, Scott. It’s still a miracle every day.”

“Just working?”

Jimmy lets out a shaky sigh-laugh. “Yeah. Getting to put my hands in an engine and not have it burst into flame. It’s just . . . I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.”

The conversation falls into silence then, and Jimmy starts trembling again, so Scott searches for something, anything to say.

“Um, Joel said that you and a couple of friends are hanging out this weekend?”

“Right!” Jimmy brightens. “We’re heading out to that soccer field across from the middle school on the east side? Four or five of us are gonna kick a ball around for a while.”

“Anyone I know?”

Jimmy shrugs. “One of the guys from work, probably. I think fWhip said something about wanting to come? And one of Joel’s friends. Just a group who likes soccer.”

Scott frowns. “I thought Joel and fWhip hated each other.”

“They’re making up so they can team up against you,” Jimmy admits. “With their powers combined and all that.”

“I—what?” Scott sputters. “Is that why Joel was so obnoxious yesterday? He’s actively working with the enemy?”

Jimmy laughs. “fWhip’s not the enemy, he’s a vigilante. And yeah, they want to have a bit of a rivalry with you.”

Well, if anything it’ll be a fun bit of publicity. But Scott won’t take this lying down.

For the rest of the evening, they turn on whatever sitcom is airing and devise ways for Scott to strike back and not be made a fool of.

And when they go to bed, Jimmy’s shoulders have relaxed a bit, and Scott can breathe easier knowing that his boyfriend feels safe.

[sukunaology]

hi juni !! may i request modern yandere diluc headcanons with a masc reader <3 ?

𝚍.𝚛. — 𝚐𝚒

a/n : heeey ! OMG DILUC :D i love diluc so much dawg.. he is so pookie wookie ooki dookie smookie yoomie. he's one of my favorite genshin characters despite him having an old model waaa !! i am so happy to write him for you!

synopsis : the most eligible bachelor in all of monstadt has his eyes set on you.. and only you.

w/c : mrow

trigger warnings : yandere scariness, intimidation, stalking, talk of financial dependency, coercion, violence (a heavy maybe) , reader will use masc pronouns , MDNI , goodies under the cut!

yandere diluc who has never been interested in anyone who has entered his bar until you waltzed into his life. you were a man who never touched a drop of alcohol, always ordering some type of refreshing juice or some plain water.. he found unique for that fact.

yandere diluc who has known you for quite some time and enjoys having light conversations with you as sit at the bar. he finds idle chit-chat has become less of a chore when it's with you. whether you talk about work troubles, your bigger dreams, your hopes of running a cafe shop one day. he knows all of it.

yandere diluc who finds out that you have a lover. your lover visited the bar on a random night; fortunately for diluc, he did not break the wine glass he was polishing that night into a million pieces as you kissed your lover on their own lips.

yandere diluc who decides to give your lover a stern talking to as the dark night hero that totally didn't end up with him breaking their nose and shattering their ribs.

yandere diluc who consoles you as your poor heart is broken by your lover decided to break up with you without any prior warnings. yandere diluc who loves following you home in his dark night disguise, and watching through your window as you commit to your idle daily tasks.

yandere diluc who is elated when you decide to finally confess your love for him! now you two can finally get married in a dream wedding. finally, you won't have to work anymore and can be at his home all day.. where he can protect and provide for you of course !

" as long as i am here, you will have nothing to fear or worry about, my dear husband. i'll do anything you ask of me..."

[starfxkrinc]

I’m craving jombee so bad like I wanna tie myself to the bed wuth pretty pink ribbons for him or smth I’m just MROW I need him I need him on me like not even for sex but just so big laying on me all warm n beefy and nadnenxnrn

love how we keep fattening john b up….but ugh he’d be so sweet and corny when he dees you tied up like “oh shit, is all this for me? you shouldn’t have” with a cute little grin getting top of you for some soft kisses 🧎🏽‍♀️‍➡️

[late-to-the-party-81]

He who Lovescraft loves loudest

AN: Here is my contribution to Stucky Halloween. I don’t really do true scary things, so I went a bit of a different route.

Big thanks go to @greekgeek24 for organising the event and making not only the cover for this fic, and for all the fics that are being entered, but also for the custom bonus image she made for me to share with you guys - you'll find it at the end.

Another big thanks goes to @zenaidamacrouras1 for beta-ing and giggling along to this silly story.

This story also fills Square O2 of my @stuckybingo card - Eldritch Horror as well as the October challenge prompt - Haunted House, and Square B3 on my @steverogersbingo card - Himbo Steve.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary: There’s some scary goings-on around campus. Several students have ended up in hospital, traumatised by something they’ve seen. Bucky, Steve, Sam, Nat and Alpine decide to investigate. Will they discover what’s going on and more importantly, will Bucky get lucky with Steve?

Relationships: Cap Quartet friendship, Steve x Bucky, FWB Nat x Sam.

Word Count: 6k

CW: College AU (all are late teens/early 20’s), kissing, groping, suggestive language, Bucky is constantly horny, Steve is a bit of a himbo, Nat has Sam right where she wants him, Scooby-doo inspired, crack treated seriously, cartoon style slapstick, Alpine is obviously the heroine, recreational drug usage (it goes without saying that in real life you should not have your cat inside your hotbox....)

It was quiet and peaceful in the library until Sam and Nat burst in. Steve had said he wanted to study, but Bucky had managed to convince him, as easily as usual, that making out would also be a good use of their time. 

Bucky was straddling his boyfriend's sinfully muscular thighs, arms wrapped around his neck, enjoying the feel of Steve’s lips against his own. Enjoying the way Steve’s tongue was snaking its way into his mouth. Enjoying the way both of their partially chubbed up cocks were pressed against each other through their layers of clothes.

It was in the back of his mind that it would probably be relatively easy to convince Steve to abandon the library altogether for the soft bench seats in the back of his van and a lot less clothing. However, that’s when the other two appeared.

Nat, making a statement with her skin tight purple jeans and matching top, threw her bag down onto the table and slumped into the nearest uncomfortable wooden chair, all the while making gagging sounds. Bucky pulled away from Steve with a sigh, sliding back onto his own chair. Steve chased his lips for a few seconds before realising why Bucky was no longer kissing the shit outta him. He blushed and immediately turned back to his books, pointlessly trying to make it look as though that was what he’d been doing all along.

“I don’t even know why you two even bother coming to the library to study,” Sam teased, smoothing out his orange turtleneck. “One of these days Mrs. Parker is gonna catch you and throw you out. That’s if she doesn’t throw you out for smuggling your cat in.” 

Bucky spun his chair around, planted his feet in Nat’s lap and tilted his head back to seeSam pointing at Bucky’s backpack. As if on queue, a small, white, furry head popped out of the open zipper.

“Mrow.” Bucky reached out his hand to scritch the top of her head and she started to purr.

“Nah. Mrs P loves Alpine. Who do you think gave my princess a taste for fresh cooked chicken? And she loves me too, especially after I helped her nephew study for his mechanics exam. Doc Octavious gave Peter an A. ”

“I don’t know how you do it, man,” Sam grumbled. “You never seem to study, but still manage to ace all your classes. Meanwhile the rest of us gotta work double time. Especially Goldilocks over there.” Sam jerked his thumb and Bucky twisted in his seat. Steve had gone back to his books, but he still had a cute flush covering his neck and cheeks and his hair was adorably mussed. Bucky smiled indulgently, taking in the sight of his boyfriend in his tight navy slacks and white cotton shirt, before turning back to Sam.

“It’s not my fault I’ve got more natural talent than any of you goobers.” Nat glared at him and shoved his booted feet from her knees. “What are you two here for anyway? I thought you were going to have your own ‘study session’.” He raised his hands in air quotes and Nat’s glare got more intense. Alpine ducked her head back into the bag. 

“We’re here,” she ground out, “because there’s been another attack.” Bucky looked at Nat askance and her announcement even got Steve’s attention as his head snapped up too.

“Yikes! Who was it, and when?” Steve’s shyness at being caught making out melted away, replaced with his no-nonsense ‘mother-hen’ tone. Bucky decided he loved Steve all the more for it.

Sam moved around the table and sat down on Steve’s other side. “It was Clint and Laura. They were found late last night, wandering around near the campus coffee shop.” He pulled a fold out map from his jeans pocket and spread it across the table. Steve picked up one of his pencils and, tongue poking out between his lips, drew an X on it. It was the fourth such mark on the paper.

Bucky scooched his chair closer, pushed his shaggy, shoulder-length hair out of his face, and peered over Steve’s shoulder. Nat got up from her seat and stood behind all of them, resting her hand on Bucky’s back.

“They were crying and talking nonsense when Campus security found them. They’re up at the hospital. I was gonna go up there in a bit and see if I could get anything out of them.” Her tone was laced with anger and Bucky turned his head to look at the clenched fingers of her free hand. Outside of him, Sam and Steve, Clint was one of Nat’s closest friends and she also adored his long term girlfriend Laura, having announced early on that the pair were definitely ‘endgame’.

“I can’t believe that Dean Fury isn’t doing anything about this. This is the fifth attack in just over two weeks and he’s acting like it’s nothing but Spooky Season pranks that have gotten out of hand.”

Bucky wouldn’t put it past Nat to storm into Fury’s office and refuse to leave until he took it seriously. She might not be the tallest, but she was definitely scary when she wanted to be.

“I think I see a pattern,” Sam said, cautiously. His finger tapped down on the map. “Here are the first two attacks, then the third, fourth and finally, the one last night. They’re all within half a block of the old Borson house.”

Steve’s brows drew together. “But no-one has lived there for years. As I understand it, the realtors only just got hold of his daughter to get her to agree to sell.”

“It gives me the heeby-jeebies,” said Bucky. “But maybe we should check it out this evening?”

“Got any twos?” asked Sam.

“Go fish,” Nat responded before she held out her hand for the joint Bucky was passing her. Sam grumbled and drew a card from the deck.

It was smokey and dark in the back of Bucky’s van, but that wasn’t unusual. Nor was the fact that, once again, Bucky was sitting on Steve’s lap. Now he’d passed the joint on, he could return to kissing Steve. 

Steve’s lips opened under his, so Bucky let go of his mouth full of smoke, shotgunning it to his boyfriend. Steve moaned back, his hands tightening on Bucky’s waist and rocking them together. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, Buck. Must be the luckiest guy in school.”

“If we were alone you could be even luckier,” Bucky mumbled into the soft skin of Steve’s neck.

“But you’re not,” drawled Nat, “so clothes stay on and flies stay zipped. That means you, Barnes. We all know who the bad influence is around here.”

“Anyway,” added Sam, “aren’t you two supposed to be keeping a lookout? Can’t do that while your lips are attached together.”

Bucky turned his head and stuck his tongue out at Sam. “You’re such a square.”

Sam raised an eyebrow and took a long pull on the joint. “I think you need to reframe your definition, man. I’m sitting in the back of a beat up van, smoking a joint, keeping an eye out for an unknown monster terrorising our campus and getting beaten at ‘Go Fish!’ of all things. Also, I’m me. As far from square as they come.” 

“Don’t get cocky, Wilson.” As she spoke, Nat stretched out her foot, placing it right into Sam’s crotch. Sam squeaked. Nat smiled.

“I still don’t quite understand what we’re even looking out for,” said Steve. “What did Laura say again?”

“Not a lot,” Nat replied as she stared down at her hand of cards, still rocking her foot back and forth. “She’s obviously traumatised from whatever it was that happened. Her parents said she wasn’t really talking at all, but when I got there she just grabbed hold of my shirt and pulled me really close. Then she just started muttering under her breath. The words ‘tentacles’ and ‘monster’. Then she let me go and went back to staring into space.” The others looked at her in horror, but Nat didn’t seem to notice. “Got any eights?”

Sam threw his cards down across the small table and the moment was broken. The slips of card slid across the melamine surface and Alpine, who had been lightly dozing upon it, opened her eyes and batted a few to the floor.

“Damn it, Romanoff. How the fuck do you do that?” Sam bent down with a huff to retrieve his cards, the joint wedged in the corner of his mouth.

“Observation, my dear Wilson. I can read you like a book.” As Sam sat back up, Nat plucked the joint from his lips and passed it back towards Steve and Bucky. She slipped around the table and slid onto the bench seat Sam was occupying, squishing him against the wall of the van. He grinned at her.

“And is that book the Karma Sutra?” He’d dropped his voice as low as it could go, pulling out all the stops.

“Depends how flexible you are, Sammy-boy.” Nat flicked the end of his nose and they both dissolved into giggles

Bucky, started to chuckle at their antics, when suddenly an ear-piercing scream from outside split the air. 

“Jinkies!” Steve exclaimed and leapt to his feet, banging his head on the roof of the van and tumbling Bucky to the floor in the process. Both exclaimed in pain.

“Damn it, Stevie!” 

“Sorry, Buck.” Steve rubbed at his head with one hand and with the other reached out to haul Bucky up from the floor. One strong jerk and Bucky was back on his feet. Bucky placed the joint in the ashtray and then rubbed at the ache in his ass. Sam and Nat were also on their feet and opening the sliding side door. Cool autumn air swirled into the space, flushing out the pungent fog they had all been cultivating.

Nat jumped down onto the asphalt, head tilted to the side as she waited to see whether any more noises would be forthcoming. She didn’t have to wait for long. A second scream met their ears and before any of the others could say anything she was off, sprinting towards whatever was happening. Sam and Steve looked at each other for a moment and then Sam sped away, hot on Nat’s heels.

“Nat! Wait!”

Bucky jumped down after him, but before he could follow suit he felt Steve’s large hands clamp down on his upper arms.

“Stay here, Bucky.”

“But Steve!” Bucky twisted in Steve’s hold to face him, confusion on his face.

“No, Bucky. I need to know you’re safe. Please. Stay here. You and Alpine. And we might need you to drive the van.” He dropped a kiss to Bucky’s forehead and then he was also running off into the streetlamp lit night.

Bucky watched him, mouth agape in stunned silence, before he stepped back and sat down on the edge of the open doorway.

“What the hell was that? Doesn’t he trust us, Al?” Bucky turned his head to look back into the van. Alpine was no longer sitting on the small table. “Al?” He stood up and then climbed into the van. “Alpine? Where are you, princess?” Bucky opened his backpack zipper wider, wondering whether his stalwart feline had decided to curl up in there for a snooze. No such luck.

Bucky planted his hands on his hips and let out a sigh. His girl was always trying to roam somewhere. He re-exited the van and strode over to bushes on the opposite side of the road.

“Alpine… Princess… Where are you sweetheart?” He ducked down but couldn’t see her. “Here, Alpine! Pss-pss-pss… I’ve got some chicken for you…” Bucky walked a little further down the sidewalk. She had to be around here somewhere. Just then, he caught movement in his peripheral vision; a dart of white disappearing between two fence planks.

“Ah-ha!” Bucky jogged off in pursuit. “You won’t get away from me.” He clambered over the short fence and followed the small blur of white into the shrubs. Branches snagged at his hair and his olive green t-shirt and he wished he’d worn a jacket now - it was a lot colder out here than he’d first thought and it would have protected his arms from getting scraped. The greenery thickened, forcing Bucky down onto his hands and knees. He shuffled forward and  stuck his head and shoulders into a gap under one of the bushes. Alpine was sitting under it, swishing her tail angrily.

“There you are, Princess. Come on. Out you come. We need to get back to the van.” Carefully he reached out, but Alpine let out an uncharacteristic growl as he did. “Hey! What’s gotten into you?” She growled again, the hair on her back standing up on end. As Bucky looked at her in the gloom, he realised something. She wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at something behind him.

Bucky felt a chill go through him, and realised that the ground around him was taking on a green glow. He looked at Alpine, her fur also taking on the eerie hue.

“I don’t suppose that’s Sam, trying to scare the jeepers out of me?”

Alpine continued to growl.

“Didn’t think so…”

Bucky took a deep breath and then backed up quickly, intending to surprise whoever it was behind him with his speed. However, the weed from earlier had made him a little light-headed and as he stood up and spun around, the world spun with him. Something strange - green and non-human looking - started to coalesce in front of his eyes. It opened its mouth and let out an inhuman noise as something else wrapped around his arms. Bucky stepped back in alarm and caught his heel on a tree root. As he lost his balance the creature lost its grip on his arms, but that meant there was nothing to stop Bucky as he pitched backwards. Pain flared from the back of his skull as it connected with the ground. The green, monstrous figure loomed over him, getting closer, but the world continued to spin, before it all went black.

Bucky was shaking.

No. He was being shaken.

“Bucky. Baby. Please. Wake up. I need you to wake up.”

Bucky groaned. His head hurt so much and Steve’s voice was so loud.

“For god’s sake, Steve. Let him breathe.” That was Nat. Bucky groaned again and tried to open his eyes.

“M’okay, Steve,” he croaked out. “What happened? Where am I?”

He sat up, clinging onto Steve and finally managed to open his eyes. He was in the back of his van. Hazy memories flooded back in.

“Alpine! Where is she?” Bucky whipped his head around looking for his beloved pet, but he just went dizzy again and had to cling to Steve harder.

“She’s here, man.” Sam knelt down beside him, a struggling bundle of white fluff in his arms. He opened them and Alpine jumped down onto Bucky’s lap, rubbing her head against his middle and purring. “We came back to the van after finding out that the screaming was Hope Van Dyne - Scott had jumped out on her to give her a scare. It apparently worked too well, although Scott is now sporting a black eye. But when we got back you weren’t here and the door was open. Steve was starting to have a nervous breakdown when Al came running out from the trees, meowing her head off.”

Bucky felt Steve slide to sit down behind him and pull Bucky’s slimmer frame against his broad chest. Bucky allowed himself to be pulled into the hug and Sam continued.

“As soon as Steve got close to her she turned tail and ran off again, but stopped every few yards and looked behind her. She was seeing if we were following. What on earth were you doing in the yard of the Borson house?”

Bucky inhaled deeply, letting the smell of Steve’s cheap, but familiar, cologne sooth him. “It was Alpine. She ran in there first and I followed. I didn’t realise it was the Borson yard. I was concentrating too much on getting my princess back.”

Nat sat down cross-legged next to him, eyes roving over his face as if she were a nurse checking for signs of concussion. Knowing Nat, that’s probably what she was actually doing. “We found you unconscious and Steve carried you back here. What happened?”

Bucky’s brow furrowed as he tried to recall the details. “There was some kind weird person - creature - and it grabbed me, and made this horrible squealing sound. It was green. But I slipped and fell. Banged my head. I didn’t even see it that clearly.”

Sam let out a whistle. “Jeepers! I know you were baked, but what in the HP Lovecraft did you see?”

“I really don’t know, but I want to go home.”

Bucky was still nursing a headache the next day, which sucked for two reasons. Firstly, it was Halloween, and he, Steve, Nat and Sam were supposed to be going to a party tonight and currently he wasn’t feeling it. Secondly, it was making it harder than normal to pay attention in Professor Zemo’s History of Conflict in Europe class. He just wanted to go to sleep, preferably with his head resting on Steve’s stomach as his blonde boyfriend combed his fingers through his hair.

“Are you with us, Mr Barnes?” Sam jabbed him in the ribs and Bucky lifted his head to find that the Professor's accented voice was aimed solely at him. He realised he must have been staring off into space. 

“Sorry, Professor. I didn’t sleep very well last night.” Bucky mumbled his apology into his chest. Professor Zemo sighed and briefly pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Mr Barnes, please don’t make your nocturnal habits anyone else’s problem except your own. You can waste your own time if you want, but you will not waste mine. If you can’t give my class the proper attention then please avail yourself of the door.”

Bucky squirmed in his seat from embarrassment, aware of the heat in his cheeks that was probably turning his face bright pink. “I… umm…”

“Don’t be so hard on him, Prof. It wasn’t his fault. He got attacked by the monster last night.” Sam’s voice cut across the awkward tension in the air and Bucky didn’t know whether to hug him or hit him. However, his announcement had the effect of distracting everyone in the lecture hall. Or rather now focusing them on Bucky for something other than being chewed out by Professor Zemo.

“You saw it?” Maria turned around in her seat in front of Bucky, eyes wide with intrigue. “What was it like?”

“And why aren’t you in the hospital like the others?” Carol, in the row behind leant forward.

“Well… I…” Bucky rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to formulate an answer that wouldn’t make him look like an idiot. Fortunately he was saved from answering by the Professor trying to get his classroom back in order.

“Settle down, everyone. There is no monster. It’s all just pranks by your immature peers, I’m sure. The only real damage is going to be to the property prices. Who’s going to want to live near such a rambunctious group? I sincerely hope that whoever is behind it stops soon. It’s bringing down the reputation of our centre of learning. But anyway, enough of this distraction. Are you staying or going, Mr Barnes?”

Still awash with embarrassment, Bucky mumbled “Staying, Sir,” under his breath, but it seemed to placate the Professor. 

“Alright then. Where were we? Ah, yes… the Peninsular War…”

“Are you sure I look alright, Buck?” Steve’s voice was laced with trepidation, but Bucky was having difficulty concentrating. He knew that Steve’s costume was going to be a vampire one - he was a werewolf to go with him - but Bucky hadn’t quite realised how revealing Steve’s outfit was going to be…

The main part of it was a red singlet which made Steve look as though he was about to start wrestling. Bucky thought that he might enjoy wrestling with Steve. Under the singlet was a shirt. Sort of. It was sheer. It had a built in cravat at the net and had multiple folds of fabric around the wrists. However, it stopped just above Steve’s glorious tits. To finish it off, there was a short black cape with a red ‘pop-up’ collar. On his feet Steve wore his shiny black dress shoes, his black socks pulled part way up his calves. It was definitely ‘a look’.

Not that Bucky’s outfit was much more dignified - a furry hooded cape with ears that just about covered his nipples, some kind of cross between grey sweatpants and yoga pants with a fuzzy tail, and a pair of furry gloves with claws. He’d just put his battered combat boots on to walk around. And right now he was walking closer to Steve.

He pressed his chest up against his boyfriend’s, wrapping his arms around Steve’s slim waist. He smiled to himself as he saw Steve’s eyes flutter shut as the fur of Bucky’s cape rubbed over his exposed nipples.

“You look so good, Steve, it makes me want to howl. Ow-ow-woo!” Bucky threw his head back and leaned into the bit.

“Buck….” Steve hissed between his teeth, his neck turning a very un-vampire like shade of pink.

“What? The only other person here is your mom and she knows how I feel about you. She’s rolled her eyes at me enough. But I promise to behave myself while we’re out. Or at least I promise to try. And you can’t blame me, baby. You’re so god-damn sexy.”

Steve seemed to have got over Bucky’s over the top reaction and looped his own arms around Bucky’s neck. “Right back at you, Buck. I can’t promise not to bite your neck.” Bucky snorted at Steve’s silly vampire accent but leaned in for a kiss. It started innocently enough, but as was normal for the two of them, hormones raging, it wasn’t long until Bucky was lying on his back on Steve’s bed, being pinned down in a way he couldn’t complain about. However, before things could move from PG-13 to Rated R, they became aware that there was a knocking on the front door downstairs. 

As they listened to the dulcet tones of Sarah Rogers letting the visitors in, the two reluctantly drew apart and willed their erections to go down. There was one thing when your boyfriend’s mom knew what you were getting up to, but for her to see the evidence of it was another thing altogether. 

Costumes sufficiently smoothed out, the two descended the stairs to find Sarah chatting to Sam and Nat in the hallway. The three looked up. Sarah Rogers let a small smile play over her lips as she took in the costumes of her son and his best-friend-turned-boyfriend. Nat and Sam grinned.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Slutty monsters of the night?” Sam drawled.

“Can it, Mr ‘Nat and I aren’t wearing a couples costume’. You’re Batman and Catwoman for fuck’s sake.”

Nat rolled her eyes behind her mask. “Yeah, and Batman and Catwoman aren’t a couple.”

“They are friends with benefits though,” smirked Steve. “So I suppose it tracks. I don’t know why you two don’t make it official.”

“Why spoil a good thing, Rogers? Natty and I both know where we stand, don’t we, kitten?” Sam turned his head and flashed Nat his signature gap-toothed smile. Nat extended a gloved hand toward him, fingers curled like claws.

“Me-ow! Now, let’s get going, boys! Halloween parties wait for no creatures.”

The four of them all hugged Sarah Rogers goodbye, and Bucky carefully picked up his backpack from her sofa, a sleeping Alpine still inside. Sarah had said that he could leave the cat with her, but Bucky had decided to bring his faithful feline with him and let her chill out in the van while the party was in full swing at Scott’s house.

He pulled himself up into the driver's seat, placing his backpack down next to him and tucking his tail to the side. Steve slid in on the other side and reached across to squeeze his thigh. Sam opened the side door and helped Nat hop up, even though she was capable of getting in on her own. When the door slammed shut again, Bucky turned the ignition and they were off.

Steve fiddled with the radio, turning on a local station playing a medley of Halloween hits. Thriller was currently playing. Bucky hummed along while he drove, drumming on the steering wheel while Sam sang along, slightly off pitch, in the back.

It was one of those ‘blink and you’d miss it’ moments. One moment they were driving along a fairly empty street, towards campus, the next the headlamps lit up a strange green form in front of them. Bucky slammed on the brakes. Steve reacted quickly, grabbing Bucky’s backpack and stopping it, and Alpine, sliding off onto the floor. In the back, Sam and Nat let out cries of displeasure as they were shaken about.

“What the hell, Barnes!”

Bucky twisted in his seat to meet Sam’s outraged gaze.

“Did you see that? Did you see it?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He put the car back in drive and pulled over to the side of the road and leapt out. He was looking around frantically as the others climbed out of the van. Steve reached into the backpack and placed Alpine on the ground and she wound around Bucky’s legs, sensing his discomfort. Steve placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I saw something green, Buck. But I wasn’t really paying attention.”

Bucky spun to face him. “It was him, Steve. The monster.”

Sam and Nat came to stand next to them.

“Are you sure, Bucky?” There was a gentle questioning note in Nat’s voice.

“Absolutely, Nat. I’m certain.”

“Well,” said Sam, rolling his shoulders and puffing out his bat symbol covered chest, “He can’t have gone far.”

Down on the ground Alpine started to paw at Bucky’s leg. “Mwerp.”

They all looked down at her. She cocked her head, turned around and trotted off.

“She’s doing it again,” said Nat. “She wants us to follow her.” 

The four of them scrambled, Bucky only just remembering to lock the van, and they all jogged off after Alpine. She ducked down and squeezed under a gap in a fence and her faithful humans skidded to a stop.

“It’s the old Borson house again,” stated Steve. “Something very fishy is going on. Let’s go.” He started to climb over the fence, but stopped part way when he realised the others were looking at him. “What?”

“Seriously, man?” Sam raised an eyebrow. There was a heartbeat of silence, and then Sam shook his head in resignation. “Okay. Let’s go.” He followed Steve over the fence and held his hand out to Nat. She gave him a look and practically vaulted over, landing crouched, one hand on the floor between her bent knees. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Such a poser.”

“You’re just jealous that you can’t do it,” Nat retorted.

Bucky snorted, but clambered over the wooden panel in a more sedate manner. He didn’t trust himself not to fall flat on his face. Nat smirked at him. 

With them now all standing in the yard, the very place that Bucky had been the night before, Alpine trotted back over, chirped at them and swished her tail.

“Okay,” said Steve, back in full-blown ‘large and in charge’ mode, which made Bucky’s heart pound loudly in his chest. “Let’s split up. Sam, Nat. You check the yard. Me, Buck and Alpine will go inside. Whoever finishes first joins up with the others. Let’s put an end to whatever this is.” They all nodded their agreement and Sam and Nat snuck off into the trees, black costumes helping them blend right into the shadows. 

Bucky turned to Steve and took his hand with a smile. “Do you think you’ll need an invitation to step over the threshold?”

“Ha ha, Buck. Come on.”

The front steps creaked ominously as they walked up them. Bucky clung to Steve’s back, now starting to feel a little creeped out.The only thing stopping him from going into full blown panic was wondering how Steve could be so calm and collected while his nipples were exposed and currently pointy enough to cut glass. “What do you think we’ll find in there, Steve?” Bucky asked. “A monster?”

“Pphht. It can’t be that scary.” Steve pushed open the front door, and they walked into the gloomy interior.

Something brushed up against Bucky’s leg and he let out a shriek that he quickly muffled with his hands. Looking down he saw Alpine’s reflective eyes looking back at him. Letting out a sigh of relief, Bucky bent down and picked her up. She wiggled out of his arms and settled on his fur-cape covered shoulder. 

“You wanna be close too, princess? I don’t blame you.”

He pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight, sweeping it back and forth across the floor and walls. The house was still furnished, with thick layers of dust covering every flat surface. When old man Borson had died neither his daughter or two sons had really wanted anything to do with him or his things. It was sad, really.

Suddenly a noise ripped through the air, something akin to a hiss crossed with a scream. The two young men came to a halt.

“What on earth?” Bucky felt Steve’s voice rumble in his chest as he buried his head into Steve’s back.

“I don’t like this, Steve.” He remembered the fear and disorientation that he’d felt last night and tried to repress a full body shudder. 

The noise sounded again and they turned their heads towards the stairwell. The sound was coming from above them. As their eyes adjusted to the gloom, a green glow could clearly be seen. Bucky gulped.

“We’re gonna go up there, aren’t we?”

“We gotta, Buck. We gotta do this for Clint and Laura, and the others who were hurt before them.”

Bucky nodded against Steve’s back. He could do this. 

Slowly they walked towards the stairs, making their way up, one step at a time. The unnatural glowing got more intense and while there were no more screams, the ominous hissing got louder and louder. They crept, one foot after the other, closer and closer towards the partially open door at the end of the corridor, Bucky’s fingers curled around Steve’s red, spandex singlet. Steve stopped, one hand raised a hair’s-breadth from the old, scarred wood and looked at Bucky. His eyes looked strange under the eerie glow, but he looked so sure, so brave that Bucky knew he’d follow Steve anywhere, even if he did currently look like a cross between Bela Lugosi and Bret ‘The Hitman’ Hart. Bucky gave him a small nod, and Steve pushed the door.

The creature stood there, illuminated by its sickly green glow. Its face had two dark eyes, but where its mouth was, it seemed as though it had half-swallowed some kind of squid. Tentacles curled down around its chin, glistening with slime. It had two long arms, ending with three fingers and claws, which it raised menacingly at the two young men. 

Bucky and Steve lept in the air as it screamed, that ear-piercing sound combined with a hiss. They screamed in return, filled with terror and Alpine leapt down from Bucky’s shoulder, hair on end, hissing and spitting. They all turned tail and ran. Alpine was in front, her four legs carrying her faster and far more elegantly than either Steve or Bucky. Next was Steve, barrelling forward, clasping Bucky’s smaller hand in his, practically dragging him along behind. Bucky stumbled, bringing up the rear. He kept turning his head, shrieking incoherently as he realised the monster was right behind them. 

They thundered down the stairs, across the entrance hallway and out of the front door, Steve almost ripping it from the hinges as he pulled it open.

“Nat! Sam!” Steve shouted out for their friends as he dragged Bucky across the lawn.

“Here!” They heard Nat shout and turned to see her standing by the trees at the bottom of the yard - the place where they’d found Bucky yesterday. She waved them towards her. “This way!”

They turned toward her and carried on running. “He’s still coming,” Bucky wailed. What he wouldn’t give to be an actual werewolf right now. He could rip out its throat or something. They stumbled into the shrubbery, Nat having melted back into the darkness. Why did she want them to go this way? Surely it would have just been better to escape by running out the front gate and heading back to the van?

They ran between two trees, and as they did so, they heard Sam shout out.

“Now!”

Instinctually, Bucky and Steve came to a halt and turned around. The monster was bearing down on them, getting closer, when suddenly it tripped on something and crashed to the ground. Immediately, Nat launched herself from the shadows and landed on the creature’s back. She jerked his arms up and cuffed them together. At the same time Alpine leapt down from a tree, landing on the creature's head. She dug her claws into its skull and it let out an all too human type of noise.

“What the heck?” Bucky was dumbfounded. What just happened? Where had Nat found handcuffs? Why wasn’t she scared? She stood up, brushing loose dirt from her pleather outfit and sauntered over to Bucky. 

“We used a tripwire from Sam’s utility belt. The handcuffs are also part of Sam’s costume and I wasn’t scared because of what he and I found in the shed before you two wusses came shooting out of the house.” She patted Bucky’s cheek and he wondered if she’d read his mind or whether he’d actually spoken out loud.

Steve, choosing to ignore Nat’s teasing comment, looked down at the struggling creature in the dirt. “What did you find?”

Sam placed a booted foot in the small of the creature’s back, pinning it to the floor and trained his phone flashlight on it. “We found costume making supplies. And glow sticks. Lots and lots of green glow sticks.”

“Plus instructions on how to make a small speaker. Cos-play stuff really,” Nat chimed in, adding her flashlight to the mix.

“But that means…” Bucky’s jaw dropped and he strode over to their struggling captive, dropping into a crouch. “This isn’t a monster at all. It’s someone dressed up and trying to scare everyone. Just like the Dean and Professor Zemo said. But who?” 

Sam helped him to manhandle the creature into a sitting position, and now he was up close, seeing it lit up and having his hands on it, Bucky could clearly see the rubber and foam, the stitch marks and the little channels that had been made in the outside to house the multitude of glowsticks. Alpine came and sat down next to him, licking at a paw nonchalantly.

“Right - let’s see who you are.” Bucky grabbed hold of the monster’s head, soft and squishy rubber under his hand, and pulled to reveal…

“Professor Zemo!” The four of them exclaimed in shock.

The professor’s dark hair was plastered over his forehead, and in the torchlight his brown eyes gleamed with frustration.

“Yes, it’s me.” His lip turned up in a snarl and if he weren’t handcuffed, Bucky would have been reluctant to be this close to him.

“But why? What on earth do you get from scaring college students?”

“While I did enjoy a little of the karma from scaring some of your peers witless, it was more that I needed the house prices to come down. I wanted to buy the Borson house, but do you know how little a college professor makes? It was starting to work, too. The price had already been slashed once. I’d have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for you pesky kids.”

They all looked at him, dumbfounded, until Steve spoke up.

“Respectfully, Sir, that is really fucked up. Buck, sweetheart, can you call the police?”

“You kiss your momma with that mouth, Stevie?” Bucky sniggered, taken aback by Steve’s uncharacteristic swearing.

“No, but I’ll kiss my boyfriend with it.”

And he did. Just a vampire kissing his werewolf boyfriend in a dark, haunted stand of trees.

Sam made gagging sounds.

Nat called the cops.

Alpine purred.

The end.

Bonus: - They finally get to the party and have a fabulous time.

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[didyoutrydynamite]

Good sir I beg of you can we have some wholesome fluff between jaune and neon I think we all need to escape to that realm of wholesome after today

Me: *Cracks knuckles* Time for more ship bait.

Neon: *Leaning at the Club's bar, being badgered by some random douche*

Dude: You know, every girl I've ever met told me I know how to treat a Pussy just right, mrow~.

Neon: Oh then you'll love the vet a few blocks away. You know, away from here?

Dude: Ooooh, Kitty got claws! I dig it~

Neon: (Ugh, Barf. Whats with this guy and the Faunus lines? Brothers save me now.)

Jaune: *Walks up* Hey, Neon. Any luck with getting those drinks yet?

Neon: Oh thank gods. I'm waiting for them right-

Dude: Hey Buddy. Can't you see she's busy? You're cutting into our convo.

Jaune: *Looks between them* Kinda seems one sided to me.

Neon: *Snickers*

Dude: Oh yeah? And who are you to judge? Are you her boyfriend or something?

Neon: Well actually-

Jaune: *No hesitation* Yeah, I'm her boyfriend. Right, Neon?

Neon: *Slight blush* Uh, totally! *Wraps her arms around Jaune's neck as he wraps an arm around her waist. Then kissing him on the cheek* Right, Stud! We're, like, crazy for eachother!

Dude: Pfft, you expect me to buy that a babe like this would settle for a scrawny bitch like you? *Steps up* Maybe she'd like to see what a real man is like?

Jaune: *Brightly flares his Aura* Would you like to test that theory?

Dude: *Pales* W-What ever. I'm out of here.

Jaune: *Waits for a second before sighing with relief* Whew. Thank God. Would hate to get into a fight with a civilian.

Neon: Way to go, Blondie! Gotta say, that was kinda hot how you came in like a big hero.

Jaune: *Rubs the back of his head* Oh it was nothing really that big. You just looked uncomfortable so I just came to help.

Neon: Well, drinks are on me tonight either way!

Jaune: Ha-ha, thanks. Anyways, in think we can let eachother go-

Neon: *Tightens her arms a little* H-hold on now! Who knows if that guy will come back? Would be a total pain to have to convince him all over again. Why don't we just play the cute couple for a little longer?

Jaune: Hm, if you think so. I can pretend for a little longer it you want, Honey. *Incredibly unsubtle wink*

Neon: *Giggles* You're the best, Baby~