#puppy!cate

[yameoto]

Cate is so puppy coded i need her

she’s just a pathetic wet needy puppy. she’s so touch starved bc she’s never been able to so much as hold hands with someone all her life so the second you so much as cup her cheek she’s all over you. leaping into your lap and nuzzling into your face like a dumb little dog. kissing u all over the neck and dragging her teeth along your skin and resisting the urge to bite down bc she’s so afraid you’re gonna shove her off but she wants to so badly all she can do is whine. she’s too afraid to speak lest she accidentally compels you to do something you don’t want to do but you’re going “c’mon, use your words like a big girl.” and all she can do is huff and whimper and pant uselessly. pawing at your clothes and shaking her head with her big tear-filled eyes because she can’t use her words and you know it. “aw, you’re not a girl at all, are you?” and her doleful, mournful whine because she’s not. she’s just a pathetic needy puppy who wants to eat you alive.

[mothra-dearest]

i saw the tv glow got me re-reading lamezine and crow cillers. tv screens, fandom, transness, 90s nostalgia, supernatural horrors, suburbia

[londyboobs]

i just KNOW luke would never react to the betrayal like he did in cate’s mind. the way only andre could calm him down?????? they were in love. and that boy was a golden retriever he would be mad they didn’t told him sooner and then would just suggest a nice throuple and move on happily with his girlfriend and best friend turned boyfriend. no one not even the writers can change my mind.

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

life is so unfair. why must i be productive. why i can't i just play rhythm heaven. 😔

[monzamash]

Hiya Cate! For the Lando drabbles, could I request

“Don’t feel like it today.”

Love you! 💜

lando norris x reader short blurb, needy lando fluff a/n - love you too, mar 💖 sorry this took so long!

"don't feel like it today."

lando flopped onto his drivers room bed, hands rubbing at his swollen face. everything ached, he said – his nose, head, throat, chest – everything and all you could do was soothe him through whatever sickness he'd caught over the last week.

"the tablets should kick in soon, baby. just lay down for a bit."

"but i'm laying and it still hurts," he grumbled, eyes shut as he sniffled for the millionth time, "feels like i'm swallowing razorblades."

you hated seeing lando like this but it was hard not to bite back a chuckle every time he whined – he was the worst patient, mumbling and complaining in great detail about every ache and symptom he felt at any given moment. he was fine during the first race, pushing through with a lingering cough he couldn't shake but it had gotten so much worse by the second race of the double-header. so bad that he had refused to get in his car before free practice, insisting that pato o'ward would love the opportunity to drive his car for the weekend.

jon had given up trying to talk sense into the man dosed up on cold and flu tablets so he called in reinforcements. maybe lando needed some tough love, he thought after spending an hour begging him to get into his race suit but really, all he needed was you.

"i'm sure if you stop talking and suck on that lozenge, you might find that it helps you." your voice was soft but stern, prompting lando to pull himself up from the bed and shoot you that puppy dog stare he'd been giving you all week.

"you hate me, don't you? sick of me being sick and complaining and annoying everyone..." he whispered, head lowered as he begrudgingly popped in the blackcurrant lozenge you'd been trying to give him for hours.

you sighed and looked down at his legs swinging off the edge of the bed like a child at the doctor, "i don't hate you, sweetheart and i get it – this sucks and i wish you could call in sick and lay around in bed with me all day."

that piqued his interest, head immediately flying up with a pursed frown on his face, "i want that so bad."

"me too," you smiled, brushing your hand down his back, "but you just have to get through this afternoon and we can do that – i know you can do it."

lando nodded and pressed a quick peck to your forehead, "thank you for putting up with me and looking after me i love you so much," he mumbled, teeth clanking against the hard lozenge as he rested his head on your shoulder.

"love you more," you whispered before he shuffled down and placed his heavy head in your lap, closing his eyes for one last nap.

jon stood quietly in the door way, shaking his head as he watched his superstar f1 driver client nuzzled into his girlfriends lap. his soft snores filled the quiet room and all you could do was shrug while you brushed your fingers gently through his dampened curls.

lando was a man-child but he was your man-child.

[gothsoyl]

┊┊┊⁺ ⁺ DECEMBER CHALLENGE

"Tired"

caitlyn kiramman x puppy!reader word count: 900 summary: your owner comes home tired note: what if i write nsfw version later...

you're lying on the couch, staring at the door across from you, waiting for caitlyn. she came in at about the same time every day, so you were always waiting for her at the door, wagging your tail. but something didn't go according to plan today - she's been gone for too long and you've already started to worry.

at first, as usual, you were sitting by the door, listening attentively to the noise outside, but you still couldn't hear her footsteps. it alerted you, but you tried not to panic ahead of time – she works so it was okay if she was a few minutes late, right?

but an hour passed, and then two.

you've already been walking around the door in circles, not finding a place for yourself to calm down. the whining turned into howls, and you could feel your whole body starting to ache with longing for caitlyn, your mistress and your owner. It was unbearable. It seemed like a lot more time had passed than it actually was, but you couldn't help yourself.

you needed caitlyn like air, if not more.

you tried to distract yourself by walking around the apartment, chewing on your favorite toys that caitlyn bought you to calm down, but nothing helped. your thoughts kept returning to her and to the anxiety that grew with every moment that you spent alone.

and finally you heard the familiar footsteps. you immediately raise your head and look at the door, your ears raised in anticipation, and your tail starts banging furiously on the couch by itself. your heart freezes with excitement, as if it was for the first time, and you run to the door, scratching the floor with your claws.

the door opens and you don't even wait for caitlyn to enter the apartment completely – you run towards her, putting your paws on her stomach, tail swaying from side to side.

“caitlyn! cate! I missed you!” you immediately start whining, looking at her with eyes full of longing and love, but in response she only rudely pushes you away. she doesn't hug you or pat you by the ear, as she usually does, which immediately makes your heart sink.

“let me go inside! gosh!” caitlyn hisses in response, making you take a step back in disbelief and pressing your ears to the back of your head. you don't understand what's going on and it scares you.

you want to ask more questions, you want to know what happened, but you don't know if caitlyn will answer you. you don't want to make her angry. you want her to be proud of you, to love you, so you just nod shortly, trying not to make a sound. 

caitlyn exhales loudly and slams the door, and you flinch at the tension in the air. 

you try not to look at her directly, as you usually do, but you can't bring yourself to turn away from her either – you watch as she throws the raincoat from her shoulders down and goes into the living room, slightly shuffling her feet on the floor from exhaustion. you feel sorry for her. you want to do something, but you feel completely powerless.

you follow her quietly, trying not to get too close and keep at least some distance. you watch caitlyn flop down on the couch and tilt her head back, staring at the ceiling before closing her eyes. you hesitate, but still carefully sit down a couple of meters away from her, impatiently stamping your paws on the floor. 

something needs to be done... but how can you do it so that caitlyn doesn't get mad?

“come here,” you blink a couple of times, lifting your head to her. she doesn't even look at you, but her voice sounds much softer than when she first came home.

you swallow hard and carefully approach her, hopping onto the couch. you want to snuggle up to her with your cold nose, but you try not to make any sudden movements.

caitlyn's head slowly turns in your direction and you notice the bags under her eyes and how pale she looks. she reaches out to you and gently puts her hand on your head, ruffling your hair and scratching behind your ear, the way you like it.

“I'm sorry for yelling,” her voice is quiet and tired, and you don't even notice how your tail starts wagging at her touch.

“I was worried about you,” you admit anyway and crouch even closer, gently placing your paw on her thigh, as if somehow trying to calm her down. 

caitlyn smiles sadly and nods, her lips barely moving as she whispers, “just tired.”

you frown a little and lean closer to her, your rough tongue touching her neck in slow movements, leaving a wet trail. you can hear her soft sigh, her hand is still stroking your hair. 

“do you want me to...”

“no,” she abruptly interrupts you and pulls away, wiping your saliva from her skin. you immediately feel like you've said too much, that you’ve done too much and just pushed caitlyn away, but she pats her lap and shakes her head, “let's just sit here.”

you nod immediately and lie down on the couch, resting your head on her lap. her fingers tangle in your hair, but you don't pay attention. your tail slowly hits the couch for pleasure and you stretch, relaxing your body and getting comfortable.

“good girl...”

[slasherscream]

I don't normally like make requests from people if it's obvious I'm sorry for my awkwardness.

Anyway you were saying how you were really into Jordan li recently so am I and I've read every single fanfiction or every rant there is about them and I crave more. I have been in a angst/fluff mood and I haven't seen anyone do this idea either. I was thinking thinking maybe Jordan and reader gets into an argument (not really picky about what) and the argument gets really heated (you know how jordan shifts into their male form to Intimidate or get their point across) Jordan shifts into their male form which scares reader (I'm thinking reader doesn't have a good past with angry men) and reader backs away from them in fear Jordan notices and tries to comfort them but reader flinched when Jordan touches them. Reader then asks them to leave so they do but Jordan spends like a week trying to make the situation better.

(I would also like to put reader isn't scared of Jordan more so the action of the blatant Intimidation tactic they tried to use against reader. Reader is angry that jordan would try to scare them even if it wasn't on purpose it still hurt)

Jordan sorta just spends a week following reader around Like a lost puppy trying to treat reader like a absolute queen even if reader won't really acknowledge them until Jordan has an breakdown while drunk coming to readers dorm begging for forgiveness.

Again if its obvious I don't know how to make requests I'm sorry this has just been on my mind for so long.

A/N: this request is absolutely perfect, and exactly to my tastes. thank you for sending it, doll!

WORD COUNT: 4k+ under cut | hurt/comfort and angst/fluff

It’s hard sometimes, knowing when to push and when to just let Jordan be. Not at all a skill you learned over night. You’d gotten good at the push and pull of bringing them out of their shell back when the two of you had just been friends. Better at it than anyone else, at least. It was a slow process, but every second was worth it.

Now on the good days you don’t have to push at all. A hand on their arm. A coaxing smile or two. Any act of connection, no matter how small, enough to make them tell you what’s on their mind. Even if they scowl the entire time they let it out. It’s the letting it out at all that counts. Progress!

Today you miscalculated. It’s been a bad week. Jordan hadn’t dropped in the rankings, but their points took a small dip. They hadn’t been very active on their socials, busy doing work as Brink’s TA. But the point gap between where Jordan sits at #2 in the rankings, and where Andre sits at #3 is still a wide open chasm. 

It’d take something truly disastrous to knock Jordan from the spot they’ve held for three years now. But the rankings are more important than anything to Jordan. No matter how gently you try to bring logic into the situation, Jordan gets irritated quickly, accusing you of not taking it seriously. You often wonder how that could be, considering you’re in the top eight yourself, but you bite your tongue and don’t bring it up.

The group had tried to go out for lunch. It was okay at first, everyone making an effort to ignore the storm cloud Jordan cast over the table as they picked at their food. Then Andre had made some type of stupid joke. Not even about the rankings, but enough to make Jordan snap at him. The situation escalated so quickly that Cate had threatened to take off her glove and make everyone shut up. You paid your portion of the bill and dragged Jordan out before anyone could start up again. 

And now you’re here, somehow also on the shit list for not being supportive enough. As if being supportive isn't everything you do. Day in and day out.

“I can’t believe you’re taking his side. You don’t honestly think it was an innocent comment, do you?” Jordan snaps, standing up from your couch to pace the length of your dorm room. 

“You know how Andre is. He gets sarcastic when he’s hungover, and he was packing a double whammy. He did coke and got drunk last night. He was just a little off. He wasn’t making a real dig at you.” You defend your friend, knowing Jordan will regret what she said at lunch once she’s calmed down. 

“Oh, so we’re all just supposed to tiptoe around his highness? If he was gonna be a dick during the entire thing he should have just skipped coming out with us.” Jordan’s eyes narrow in on your expression, the sudden pursing to your lips and looking away. “What?” She snaps.

You take a deep breath at the tone, “Well, Jordie, if you want me to be honest Andre wasn’t the only one who wasn’t on their best behavior today.” 

A beat of silence.

You look up and there goes Jordan rolling her shoulders back, eyebrows practically in her hairline and you sigh. You definitely should have brought up her attitude later. 

“You really are taking his side!” She scoffs in disbelief. 

“Nope. No, I am not, there are no sides. We’re all friends. Friends fight. I’m just trying to remind you that you actually are friends. You can’t just…” You trail off, uncertain. 

“I can’t just what?” She throws up her hands, volume raising. 

“You can’t act like this every time the rankings do something that isn’t spectacular for you. I know they mean a lot to you but you can’t take the numbers out on the people who care about you.”

“You just don’t get it-”

“But I do get it! We talk about it all the time. Your feelings are completely valid, the way you react to them isn’t. You’ve been giving Andre looks that could kill all week and he didn’t even do anything. If he was a little snappy at lunch, maybe he’s upset that his friend has been treating him like shit over something he barely cares about.” 

“Well if I’m so-” Jordan shifts, pitch of his voice deepening, on the verge of yelling, “-fucking awful why don’t you go run to Andre and cry about it together?” 

He only takes two steps towards the couch before you use your powers. It’s instinct, the way the forcefield bubbles up around you. 

Whatever Jordan was going to say next shrivels up and dies on his tongue. The only sounds in the room are the quiet hum your powers make when you use them, and the scared, panicked gasp you make from inside the forcefield you put up to protect yourself from him.

There’s a second where the two of you just stare at each other. Both in shock. 

“Baby-” Jordan tries taking another step forward, a small, barely there shuffle of his foot. His face falls when the forcefield gets a little louder, glows a little brighter. 

Jordan looks close to tears. It’s that expression that pulls you out of the animal state of fear you’d fallen into. You look away from them. Take a few heaving breaths. Do your best to not mix up faces of the past with your present and future.

Your forcefield flickers out slowly. A concentrated effort. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to- I would never ever-'' Jordan shifts again. She rushes too fast into your space to kneel on the ground in front of you, her hands reaching for yours, desperate and clumsy.

When you flinch away, moving so you’re perched on the armrest of the couch, still trying to calm yourself down, she’s left with her hands grasping at air. “Baby, look at me. Please? Look at me, I’m sorry I yelled. I’m sorry that I… I’m sorry. I would never hurt you. I fucking swear I wasn’t-”

“I know, Jordan.” You shake your head, trying to stay calm. “Could you please….leave? I… I can’t calm down right now. I’m trying. I know you didn’t mean to… to scare me, but I need you to go.” 

“Baby, wait, fuck. Fuck, wait! I’m sorry. Let’s just talk. I can’t leave you alone like this. I’m sorry.” She’s panicking now, throat feeling like it’s closing up. 

She doesn’t try to reach for you again, but her hands feel like they’re burning from the effort it takes to keep them away from you. It’s instinct to hold you, to make it better, to pull you closer. She’s always been the place you run to when you’re scared, the shield you step behind when you need to feel safe. She doesn’t know what to do when you don’t even want to be near her.

“We’ll talk later. I’ll… I’ll have Cate come over so I’m not alone. Just.. leave.” Your voice breaks on a sob, and you’re begging her to leave, and that’s what makes Jordan head to the door, legs shaking. She’s never made you cry before. 

She’s glued to her phone the rest of the day, waiting for you to call. You don’t. 

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You’ve been best friends since you were freshman. You haven’t gone longer than two days without talking in all that time since. No matter how busy you are. No matter how shitty either of you feels. Jordan doesn’t know what to do with the hours of the day that you usually fill. 

She breaks on the second day when you show up to class and move to sit by Luke on the other side of the room instead of with her. You don’t even look at her as you walk by. 

Class doesn’t start for another five minutes. The teacher isn’t even here yet, and she’s always late. Jordan moves to get up, already feeling like she’s choking on all the words she needs to say to you to fix this, but is stopped by a firm grip around her wrist. She’s about to snap when she realizes it’s Cate, taking up your usual spot in the seat that isn’t up for grabs because it’s Your Seat. 

“Don’t make the situation worse. She just wants to go to class. Don’t hound her, Jordan.”

“Hound her?” Jordan’s voice raises, incredulous. “She’s my girlfriend. I need to talk to her.” 

“You need to apologize.” Cate bites. “Dick.” 

“That’s what I was trying to do before you stopped me.” Jordan speaks through gritted teeth.

“How about you try apologizing after she’s done all her classes? That way, when you inevitably upset her, she doesn’t hole herself up in her room all day crying. And feel bad about missing class on top of it. You know… the way she spent all of yesterday?” 

“She cried all day?” Jordan’s shoulders sag, voice getting smaller. 

Cate softens, patting Jordan’s hand.  “It’s not just about you, and you know that. Triggers like this really fuck with people. And she’s also pissed that she’s triggered in the first place. Let her cool off.”

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He makes it a few hours before he’s trailing after you. 

He can tell by the tension in the line of your spine that you know he’s there. But you don’t outright tell him to get lost, so Jordan can’t stop himself from following you around. Even if you don’t want him there. 

He sits across from you as you study in the library. Makes puppy dog eyes at you the entire time. He can’t be bothered to unpack his bag. It’d be useless to pretend he’ll do anything besides watching you.  

Two hours in, he gets up and leaves, hating the way your shoulders relax as he turns to go. 

He comes back twenty minutes later with your favorite foods and drink from the best local coffee shop. You don’t reach for any of it. He’s always loved how stubborn you are, how you stick to your ideas. Your principles. How steadfastly you make up your mind. Right now he’s just a little terrified of that same stubbornness. Remembers when you’d only been friends, that first year of peeling one another open, feeling each other out. 

(“I’ll never do it, Jordan.” You’d whispered vehemently, drunk and mad and beautiful. 

“Do what?” 

“Be with anyone who tries to fucking cow me into submission. It’s fucked. I won’t do it. I’ve had enough of it.” 

You’d passed the bottle you’d just had pressed to your lips and Jordan had tried not to think too hard about it, even when he tasted the remnants of your sticky, sweet lip gloss beneath the vodka.) 

He doesn’t get up to leave again until you do. 

Jordan walks you to your dorm, but trails a few steps behind you. He tried walking directly beside you at first, but your hands brushed together and the look you gave him was cold enough to freeze blood. 

So-

-behind it is. 

Jordan doesn’t get the chance to say goodnight before you slam the door in his face as loudly as possible.

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Jordan doesn’t push her luck by trying to walk you to your classes the next morning. She does wake up extra early to buy you the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers she could find. She leaves them outside your door and goes to class, hoping you’ll at least acknowledge her, the next time you see her.

During your first shared class of the day you walk in holding the bouquet of flowers. Jordan perks up in her seat, holding her breath. You do finally look at her. You make direct eye contact as you throw the flowers into the trash can at the teacher’s desk.

Jordan does not break her pen in half when Andre whispers “yikes” under his breath.

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Two more days and Jordan feels like he’s going insane. He knows you feel worse. One glance at the carefully nonchalant expression you’ve worn all week tells him that. Putting on a mask is nothing for you. That look is the first thing you learned how to do in the top ten. 

You’d never hidden the way you felt around him before. Not like this. His skin keeps buzzing with the urge to corner you. Jordan needs the two of you to talk about what happened. But he’s already walking the world’s thinnest line. 

And he knows he can’t force you, if you’re not ready. 

Another thing he knows: when you’re this upset you don’t clean. Simultaneously, when your room gets messy your depression gets worse. He skips one of your mutual classes of the day and lets himself into your dorm with the key you gave him during first year. 

Jordan looks around, wincing at the chaos. You never let it get this bad. Not even during your most soul crushing finals. He starts by throwing away the trash. The tissues you wiped your tears with. The takeout containers. Pages of your notebooks you ripped out, carelessly thrown around the room. You take awful notes in class when you’re distracted. He hates that he’s distracting you.

He wipes down every surface with your favorite scented cleaner. Dusts your books. Sweeps and mops. Changes your sheets and grabs the brightest, happiest color comforter you have stashed in your closet to put on the bed. As he adjusts the pillows he thinks about how often you spend the night at each other’s dorms. Jordan wonders if you’ve been struggling to sleep like he has. 

He hesitates, but goes to his room down the hall to grab his cologne. He spritzes it lightly over the bed and hopes you still find the way he smells comforting. 

Next is your laundry. He starts up a few loads, irons and puts away the clothes that were sitting in a wrinkled heap on your couch. You’ve always hated doing your laundry. 

He’s heading back to your room, a full laundry basket of clean clothes under each arm when you run into each other.

“Are those my clothes?” You ask, forgetting that you aren’t exactly speaking to him in your moment of confusion. 

“Yeah… I’m… I was cleaning my room. Doing some stuff. Figured I’d do a few of your loads too, while I’m already at it.” He shoots for casualness, knows he fails miserably.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You say, words stiff and uncomfortable. 

“I know I just…” Jordan shrugs, relieved to be standing within a few feet of you after days of silence, and feeling pathetic over how happy something so small makes him. “Why don’t you go get something to eat with Cate while I finish up here?” 

���Finish up what?” You ask.

“I still gotta put these away.” 

You sigh, wanting the conversation to end, “You don’t have to put my clothes away, Jordan. Or wash them. I’m quite capable of doing it myself.”

Jordan takes a step back when you make a reach for one of the baskets under his arms. “I know that! Just let me do it. Doing your laundry always pisses you off. I’ve got it.” 

A battle of wills ignited. You, staring him down. Jordan, trying not to squirm. He wants to try apologizing again but doesn’t know if he’ll only make it worse.

“Please, baby? Go somewhere nice with Cate. My treat.” He puts down a laundry basket (behind him, so you can’t take it) to grab his phone from his pocket, and does something you can’t see. 

When you hear the particular chime your banking app makes when you get a Zelle deposit you roll your eyes. You don’t bother checking your phone and seeing how much he sent. You know it’s too much. But if you say anything he’ll just say you and Cate have expensive tastes (which…true.)

“Maybe you can catch a movie too? I still gotta finish up with your bathroom.” 

“Jordan.” 

“Just,” Jordan shifts, putting down the other laundry basket and slowly reaching out to grab your hand with hers. She could almost cry when you let her touch you. “I know you’re fucking pissed at me. And I know you’re still too upset to talk about it. But…. fuck, please just let me take care of you. Please. I have to do something. I can’t just sit around, after I made you feel like this. It’s driving me nuts. I’m supposed to-” 

You stop her, putting a hand on her cheek and sighing, “Okay, Jordan. I’ll go hang out with Cate while you finish.” 

“Don’t ‘hang out’, go get dinner. You haven’t eaten all day.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you.” She says, sullen and staring up at you, playing with your fingers while you’re still letting her touch you, the first time in days. 

“I’ll head to Cate’s.” 

“Nah, head to Luke’s. They’re studying together right now.” Jordan takes a risk, stepping into your space slowly, giving you the time to move away. She leans in and kisses your cheek, gentle. When you don’t move away she can’t help herself, kisses the edge of your lips too. 

You don’t kiss her back, but you give her hand a squeeze as you pull away. You stop halfway down the hall before you turn back to look at Jordan. “Call Cate and tell her she better not be fucking Luke by the time I get to his dorm.” 

Jordan laughs. Your face is a little more relaxed as you turn away this time.

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On Friday the group goes out to the club. They chose one of your favorite haunts, hoping it would entice you enough to join. You still declined the invitation. Everyone knew you would. They still wanted to try. 

You claimed you had a lot of work to catch up on. 

“She hates me. She fucking hates me.” Jordan groans into his hands, already three drinks and two shots in. 

“Well, let’s not panic.” Luke says. 

“Or be dramatic.” Andre snorts, taking a shot of his own. “You two are obsessed with each other. Relax.” 

“Relax?!” Jordan tenses, “My girl won’t fucking talk to me. How am I supposed to relax?” 

“She talked to you yesterday.” Andre drawls. 

“That wasn’t anything. We usually-”

“-Spend every free second of the day together? We know.” Luke teases. When Jordan doesn’t even smile he winces and slides him another shot. 

“She’s not even that mad. She’s more upset than anything.” Cate says, cuddling into Luke’s side. 

Jordan’s eyes follow the movement and he swallows at the distinct lack of your own weight leaning into him. You always get touchy when you’re tipsy. Climbing on top of him, clinging to him like glue. It’s his favorite part of nights out together. That and the playful booing you guys get from the group. 

Andre cuts back in, “I’m serious, dude. Relax! You guys have been together for how long now-”

“Three years.”

“-yeah, exactly. Since the fucking building of the pyramids. You two will be fine. She knows you didn’t mean anything by it. One fight won’t kill you.” 

“This wasn’t a fight, though. I fucked up! You didn’t see the look on her face. When she used her powers… I mean, fuck! You know? She was scared of me.”

“You know that’s not true, Jordan.” Luke protests. 

Jordan runs his hands through his hair, ruining the carefully slicked back style.

“Let’s just get you another drink. Come on, dude.” Andre wraps an arm around Jordan, hauling him to his feet and pulling him towards the bar. 

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You get woken up by the sound of knocking on your door. Loud knocking. You keep your eyes closed, hoping whoever it is will go away. You don’t even want to be awake. Let alone socializing. 

The knocking gets louder. Exhausted, you drag yourself out of bed. You glance at your phone on the bedside table as you get up. It’s three in the morning. Now you’re exhausted and pissed. 

You stomp over to the door, wrenching it open, prepared to cuss someone out. You deflate when you see who it is. “Oh, hey.”

Jordan is leaning heavily on the door frame, staring at you with watery, red eyes. She looks like the walking dead. “Baby. Fuck, did I wake you up? I thought you’d still be awake. You said you were pulling an all-nighter.”

“I was tired. Just wanted to sleep.” You shrug. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Still at the club, took an uber back. Too fucked up for anything else.” She mutters.

“That’s good, Jordan.” You say. 

“You haven’t called me Jordan since freshman year. What happened to Jordie?” She sighs. 

Your face softens. “Baby…”

“No, wait, just let me…” Jordan leans her forehead against the door-frame, closing her eyes tight. “I’m sorry. I fucked up big time. I’m sorry that when I get pissed I take it out on everyone around me. I’m sorry that I don’t fucking listen when you’re just trying to make me feel better. I’m sorry I yelled… I’m sorry I shift-”

“Whoa, hey.” You cut her off, shocked. “You shifting isn’t the problem, Jordan. Fuck, come inside, honey.” You say, taking her hand and pulling her inside. 

You sit the two of you on the couch, clicking on the light so you can see each other. You move so you’re facing each other, pulling her hands into your lap. “First off let’s set one thing straight. You shifting is never the problem, okay?” 

“You got so fucking scared.” Jordan looks away, hair falling into her face.

“Not of you.. Just the fucking… optics of it! I don’t ever want you to be something you’re not. And you’ve got the incredible gift of being able to be whatever you feel like being any time you want to.” You reach out and touch her cheek, guiding her to look at you, “I don’t want you to not do that. I wouldn’t ever want you not to do that, okay?”

“Okay.” She says. There’s a moment of silence, then Jordan shifts. He looks for any sign of fear or hesitation, holding his breath. When he doesn’t see any he relaxes. “But I scared you so bad you used your powers.” 

“Yeah, that did happen.” You nod, caressing his cheek with your thumb, “Maybe it’s just a little scary when someone bigger and stronger than me starts yelling like that. Also, invulnerable. Let’s not forget that. Food for thought.” 

He closes his eyes, “I’m an idiot.” 

“For yelling at me? Yeah, just a little. Don’t yell at me like that no matter what form you’re in. That's always scary. Couples talk. They don’t yell. Most of the time. We can’t be the couple that does that.”

“I’ll never yell like that again. Either form. I promise.” Jordan says, “Can I hold you? It’s been a fucking week. I’m losing my mind.” 

You laugh, climbing into his lap and Jordan sighs, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he can. He tucks your head into his neck. “I missed you like fucking crazy.” 

“Missed you too.” You sigh, “Stay the night?” 

“You’re not leaving my sight for the next two months.” He laughs, pulling you closer.

“Only two months? That’s fucked up, I thought you missed me.” You tease. 

“Shut up.” He scoffs, kissing the side of your head. 

You snuggle closer, letting the tension of the week drift away.

“You yell at me like that again and your only hope is being invulnerable, actually. I’ll put you through a wall.” You kiss his shoulder cheerfully. 

“I’d do it before you got the chance.”

You burst into laughter and he pulls your head away from his shoulder so he can see you the way you’re supposed to look around him. Happy. Content. He can’t stop himself from kissing you. You can’t stop yourself from kissing back. 

[youremyheaven]

Mila Kunis, Swati Moon & Cate Blanchett, Krittika Sun

the difference between yin eyes and yang eyes is sooo interesting to me, yin planets make the native need to absorb more light from others because they have none of their own, esp Rahu which is literally in darkness, whereas Sun is the source of light so Solar natives often have very small, narrow and hooded eyes with minimal eyelid space.

traditionally large eyes are considered more "feminine" and smaller, narrower eyes are considered "masculine" and this also proves astrologically true, people who are "feminine" are highly receptive and constantly seeking to pull in energy and absorb from others and those who have more yang dont need to absorb from others the same way, they dont "need" to pull in light from others as they have enough on their own

it also correlates to how people perceive those with larger 'doe' eyes or 'puppy eyes' bc Yin energy can be easily manipulated and naturally attracts those with Yang energy whereas those with sharper features and less "innocent" looks are perceived as more independent and not to be messed with

Adriana Lima, Mrigashira Sun, Chitra Moon and Audrey Hepburn, Bharani Sun, Shatabhisha Moon

look at how Mars dominant Adriana looks very 'femme fatale' and has a bolder, sharper, more intense physicality and presence whereas Venus & Rahu (both yin) dominant Audrey looks very sweet, very innocent.

we can have all kinds of placements in our charts and our appearances are a combination of multiple influences but the overall 'vibe' does point to our dominant influences imo

[jaxieshauna]

LESBIAN CATE YES!!!

idc what anyone says

give me more lesbian cate thoughts please im begging you

YEA ASS so glad somebody asked i #cheered ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و <- me

i think she is PEAK comphet repressed lesbian... imagine her feeling a brief sickening relief after luke because she's free . she never admits it to anybody && shoves that thought away because of course she loved him , grief works in mysterious ways but she's plagued frequently with the thought when she's left alone in the dark.

cate is sooo jealous she gets jealous over everything. her thinking she hates jordan because they're full of themself && overly competitive && can be cocky but really it's because of the way marie looks at them. the way she lights up when she sees them , the way she looks at them like they hung the stars , the way they exchange "secret" looks && have all these stupid inside jokes.... no yeah it's Definitely the cockiness i think

she's obsessed with keeping up the image of the perfect little princess. perfectly crafted dgaf attitude. she's known for being noncommittal && passes up a lot of guys . she's "picky" && she's like a prize to guys because of it ( ew ) .. the real reason she for this is because she HATESS sex with men. pda in general with them , it makes her feel so gross. of course she finds herself thinking about what it would be like to touch a girl or call a girl "baby" but everyone does that... right ? O_o

she's secretly suuuch a loser , god she's so needy && clingy. she pretends she doesn't care but if she doesn't get good morning && good night texts at Least she gets super moody. she's sooo possessive you give someone else more attention for a second && she's planning their downfall... lowkey manipulative.. giving you the biggest puppy eyes , "so you don't love me... :C ..." && you reassure her but every time she hits you with the "prove it" && you can't say no to those big wet puppy eyes. of course you have to keep your relationship a secret but you love her , don't you ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა

she follows marie around like a little pet. she's so puppygirl ( sensing a pattern in jaxieshauna blorbos / true forms ) . if she likes a girl she's following them around her whole mood depends on them. FREAKKK ( same ) trying to act so chill && nonchalant but she's losing it if they smile at her.

she lovees butches ^__^ .. she would love a little himbo butch boyfriend .. she's femme4all but boy does she love a good butch . .

she's a pro at picking crushes.. comphet is a Beast ... she has 3 hallway crushes , 1 more "serious" one && 2 "boyfriend contenders" picked out at all time. perfected the tears when "he doesn't like me back ૮₍˶ ╥ ‸ ╥ ⑅₎ა" && still has trouble distinguishing if they're genuine sometimes.

my brain is fried atm because i stupidly pulled an all nighter but i can && will cook more my thoughts are just a jumbled mess right now :L .. hope at least some of this is coherent erm !! number one lesbian!cate truther has come home

[yameoto]

Oh god after the last Cate ask you answered I can't stop thinking about having Cate gagged so she doesn't accidentally compel you...

A pretty ballgag or even a heart shaped gag that makes her look oh so pretty as she can only moan and drool around it...

-🍀

OHHH bound n gagged puppy!cate dunlap. her little mmf mmf mmfs! as spit fills her mouth and helplessly trickles down her chin. tying her hands right behind her back just in case, so she can’t touch you or herself, either. her big starry eyes blinking up at you as she’s faced with the problem of the heady wet scent of your pussy. legs spread wide and folds glistening looking so inviting yet not being able to do anything about it. she makes this keening noise behind her pretty little heart-shaped gag. it’s amusing. you tilt your head, and just go, “figure it out, baby.” and it takes her sometime n then eventually she’s crawling up and shoving her face into your heat, literally nosing against your cunt like a true fucking doggie as she croons. presses her nose against your clit, cheeks smushing against your thighs as she just rubs her whole face in there, desperate to get to your core but she can’t. like a dog scrabbling for treat at the end of a string. her breaths shallow and uneven bc she can’t even pant through the gag in her mouth. tears pricking her eyes bc why are you doing this? she just wants to please you. just wants to serve you like a good doggie and maybe even get a head ruffle or your fist inside of her as a reward. but you’re not even letting her slobber all over your cunt and oh, god. how is she gonna be called a good girl, now?

[biancadjarin]

making out with Eddie on Halloween

em x fem reader

18+!

You walk towards Steve’s car as the cool fall air whooshes past your ears. The chocolate brown BMW 733i looks black in the setting sunlight. Goosebumps erupt on your exposed legs as you reach for the handle of the car. The muffled beat of Thriller thumping against the door. The darkly tinted windows reflect yourself back to you and the iridescent strands on your fuzzy white halo shimmer softly. Halloween in Hawkins is an especially spooky time so when Robin and Steve invited you to a costume party, you jumped at the chance to join them. Little did you know they invited Eddie too.

“Look how cute you are!” Robin exclaims from up in the passenger seat as you open the door and see two long skinny dark blue denim covered legs. You giggle nervously as you duck in and Eddie shoots you a wordless look, his eyes scanning your body more than your face. “Thanks Robin. You look cute too! Hi Steve! Hi… Eddie”. Eddie nods back an unenthusiastic “hey” and Steve turns around and wiggles his brows at you before putting the car into drive.

Nancy’s house is a 20 minute drive from yours and the thought of sitting this close to Eddie, his obsession by Calvin Klein cologne (no doubt borrowed from Steve) hitting your nostrils every few seconds and his lingering glances at you while he pretends not to, was going to drive you crazy. You played with the short hem of your white dress to appear busy, tiny sparkles shimmering on your thighs as they press into the leather backseat.

“You got that shit rolled up already right?” Steve asks Eddie, his eyes shooting up from the road to look at him in the rear view. Eddie reaches a hand into his leather jacket pocket and, like a magic trick, a long white joint emerges. He holds it in the air for Steve to see to which Steve lets out a “Niiiiice.”

Eddie places the joint between his full lips as he raises his hips and digs around in his pocket for a lighter. He flicks the black zippo and lights the end, inhaling until the tip glows an angry red and a plume of smoke flows out of his nostrils. You watch as uninterested as you can, but it’s hard to look away. The dim light of the last few minutes of sun dances across his features and you suddenly become very aware of how close he’s sitting to you.

“All you, man.” Eddie says as he passes the joint to Steve over his shoulder. Steve takes it and take a couple skillful puffs before handing it over to Robin. She takes a too big hit, coughing and choking for a few seconds as you all laugh at her. “Ok babe, your turn.” She says as she turns around to hand it to you.

You freeze. You’ve never smoked before. And you don’t think right now is the best time to make that big step. Robin’s eyes look at you expectantly, as you hear a scoff next to you. You take the joint in an awkward pinch and Robin drops back into the seat, her and Steve deep in some conversation about who’s hotter, Phoebe Cates or Farrah Fawcett.

“Do you not smoke?” Eddie asks as he scooches closer to you, his thigh touching yours. You look at him with panicked eyes. “Sweet innocent thing.” Eddie says in a teasing voice, his chin dipping low and puppy dog eyes looking up at you. “You really are an angel.” He says through a laugh. “Here,” he motions for you to hand him the joint and scooch even closer, “I’ll show you. You’ll love it.”

You feel Eddie’s hand snake behind your lower back, “watch real close now, angel.” he says softly as he pulls your body into his side. His hand rests there on your side, his thumb finding the skin between your skirt and top, rubbing it gently. “All you gotta do is breathe in like you’re taking a normal breath, see?” He demonstrates. “Then,” he says with his lungs full, “you just exhale.” A cloud of smoke rolls out like he’s the prettiest dragon you’ve ever seen. “Think you can handle that?” He asks as he hands the joint back to you. You take it from him and examine it closely, turning it in your fingers.

“Hurry,” Eddie says as his other hand lands softly on your thigh, rubbing it with urgency. “You don’t want it to go out.” He nods his chin at you, his eyes watching your lips. He licks his lips absentmindedly. Butterflies fill your stomach. “Ok,” you say with a heavy sigh “I’ll try.”

As you inhale, Eddie does a pretend inhale with you, widening his eyes so you know to hold it in. You try not to laugh when his already big chocolate brown eyes are staring at you like that. Then he pretends to exhale so you do the same.

“See?” His face unnecessarily close to yours, “wasn’t so bad was it?”

You shake your head no, going back in for another hit.

Eddie leans back in his seat with a smirk and watches you. You miss how his hands feel on your body. The weed starts to make you fixate on random things. The passing streetlamps lighting him up every few seconds as they pass. His eyes are low and glassy, pink to match his lips and cheeks.

You hand him the joint after a couple more hits and he takes it from you, hitting it once more before sending it back up to Steve. One of his hits equals at least three of yours if the smoke that he exhales is any indication.

A moment passes, he smirks and looks down at the space between you two, then at your lap, your hand resting there. He reaches for it slowly, first letting his fingertips graze the top of your hand then grasping it in his and pulling it towards him. He traces your fingers with his, not saying anything for a moment. His eyes stare at the sparkly white polish on your almond shaped nails, running his thumb over the shiny finish.

His hand comes up to tilt your chin so your eyes are locked on his. “You feeling ok?” He asks. You nod slowly, not sure what’s making you feel more dizzy. The weed, the way Eddie’s voice is filling your ears or Steve’s crazy driving. Eddie’s smile widens, his dimples showing. “I’m impressed, y/n.” You think this is the first time you’ve ever heard him say your name and it’s never sounded more beautiful. “Maybe you’re not quite the innocent angel that you appear to be.” He says as he nuzzles his face into your neck, testing the waters. Your body shudders against his, and he smiles. The soft warmth of his lips grazes your skin as they kiss your neck gently.

Your palms brace against his chest, the worn leather of his jacket feeling cool and soft under your touch. He watches you, his eyes studying your face like the textbooks in school he doesn’t look twice at. He’s waiting. Waiting for you to make the next move. Waiting to feel your glossy lips against his.

You look shyly towards the front seat to make sure Steve and Robin are still distracted. Eddie huffs out a small laugh at your innocence. He doesn’t care if Steve and Robin see. You look back at him and see the fire in his eyes. The heat radiating off his skin. The red brake lights ahead of you bathing him in a devilish light. And you let yourself do what you know you probably shouldn’t.

Your mouth collides with his in a burning kiss, your tongues dancing and darting and daring each other to go further. “You’re cute.” Eddie whispers against your cheek when he pulls away. “Your costume is so..” he sucks in a breath through his teeth as his hands squeeze your waist. “I like it.”

“Yeah?” you urge him on. “Mhm.” He nods. “I’m almost worried about walking into Nance’s party with you looking this good. Gonna have to…” his voice trails off as your hand starts to caress up his thigh, curious to feel what’s making his denim strain. Your fingers meet the rounded end of him and he groans. The opening notes of Black Sabbath’s Paranoid start up and Eddie’s eyes are watching your fingers curl around his erection through his jeans. You smile softly, feeling it throb against his thigh.

“You were saying?” You ask him teasingly. Eddie shakes his head and pulls you in for another kiss as you feel Steve turn onto Nancy’s street.

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

[mental69er]

Puppy play with Cate

summary: Cate just wants to be a good girl for you. In order to do that, she needs some training...

content: pet play, use of a collar and leash, ball gag, light bondage, dominant fem reader, nsfw, 18+

You set down your pencil, smiling in satisfaction at the completed work in front of you. It had taken two hours to solve three physics problems. Two very long, hours. In which you had been entirely too turned on. It had been difficult focusing on your work when you knew just exactly what was waiting for you in the kitchen.

Or better yet who.

Still, your impatience certainly paled in comparison to what sweet torment she had to go through.

You rose up from your chair, taking your time in walking over to the kitchen. Immediately Cate's head perked up, a soft whine coming from behind the red ball gag.

She was a beautiful sight, on her knees and only wearing her cami and underwear. Underwear she had thoroughly soaked given the clear puddle you could see that had formed under her.

The base of the vibrator poked out from her cunt, much too big to be fully shoved inside, not that she hadn't tried anyways.

Her blues eyes were glassy and she shuffled on her knees eagerly, trying to scoot closer to you. Her tag clinked lightly with her movement and you took a second to appreciate her, with her pale cheeks flushed, with her black leather collar sticking perfectly around her slender neck, your named engraved on the metal.

A leash was attached to one end, tied around the kitchen stool. Cate could have very easily got free using her super strength, but she hadn't wanted to. Instead enduring the punishment like a good girl.

Though there was the mess to contend with.

"You've made a mess, Cate," you clicked your tongue in disappointment. "Puppies should learn not to make a mess inside the house." You knelt down in front of her, and pulled out the vibrator with a wet slick noise. Cate groaned behind her gag, before panting heavily, eyebrows scrunched up in apology.

You turned it off and set the vibrator aside.

"Are you sorry for making such a mess?"

She nodded her head.

"Maybe a bit of training will do you good," you told her, untying her leash from the stool. She was forced to shuffle on her knees after you, her hands restrained behind her back with rope.

You slipped off your pants and sat in the chair, spreading your thighs in front of her.

"Make me cum Cate, and maybe I'll reconsider your punishment."

Her eyes widened at the sight of your wet cunt. Eagerly she dove in, attempting to make you orgasm by using her mouth only, until she realized that with the ball gag in the way, she couldn't use her tongue on you.

She whined, trying to get in and only succeeding in smearing your wetness across her nose and cheeks. She turned her big blue eyes to you, pleading with you wordlessly to let her eat you out, nice and proper.

You raked a hand through her hair, enjoying the desperation leaking from her.

"Should I remove your ball gag?" you asked her.

She nodded her head up and down several times.

"Can I trust you to be quiet?"

Again she nodded her head. Making a huge show of it, you leaned over and unsnapped the gag from her mouth, throwing it somewhere onto the floor behind you.

She didn't waste a single second, diving in and moaning when she tasted you.

"What did I say Cate about making noise?" you reprimanded her, yanking her head up by her hair.

She pouted, rubbing her thighs together. "I just want to make you feel good-"

"Did I give you permission to speak?" you asked her.

Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and she balefully shook her head as much as she could in your grip.

"Good. Now get back to work," you said and let go. She dove back in, trying to quietly enjoy herself as she ate you out like she was starving. Her tongue was relentless and hot, mouth pressing little kisses up and down your thighs.

It wasn't long before you could feel the tension in your stomach rising.

"Suck on my clit," you demanded from her and she eagerly did so. That was all it took as you rutted your hips into her face and came. You rode her face a bit longer, hands gripping the chair arms, before you settled down.

Cate's face was drenched in your fluids and you wiped some of them away with the back of your sleeve. She looked up at you, waiting on your next order, on your next bit of praise.

"You did a good job."

You reached behind her shoulders to undo the ties there. Once released she placed her hands on her lap like she had been trained to do so, though she could not sit still, squirming as if the ground was hot.

You sat back in your seat, brain still a bit fuzzy from your previous orgasm. You'd love to have Cate back in between your thighs, but you knew she needed release. She'd been waiting for it for hours.

It wouldn't hurt to let her squirm a little bit longer.

"Does my good girl need some relief?"

Cate nodded her head, as she did not have your permission to speak.

"Do you want me to take care of it?"

Another head nod, a shifting of thighs. You could hear how wet she was from here.

"I don't know," you playfully started. "You did make that mess in the kitchen, and you're now making a mess on this floor too," you said, nudging her thighs apart with your foot to note that she had dripped down onto the floor again.

She groaned at this, eyes fluttering, hips bucking forward. You wrapped the leash around your hand and tugged her to you.

“Such a needy pup. Behaving like a bitch in heat,” you said. “Desperate to hump something.”

Cate nodded her head, letting out a small whimper.

Wordlessly you scooted forward a bit and offered Cate your leg. Cate didn't waste a second before she positioned herself into place.

Cate's mouth fell open as she rode your leg into oblivion, the collar jangling with each fevered roll of her hips. The desperation with which she ground herself turned you on. Hips rising and rolling, one hand holding onto the back of your leg to hold on, while her other hand clawed at the edge of the seat, trying to keep herself in reality. Her cunt was scorching hot and drenched even though her panties, and you could feel how hard her clit was.

“Cate,” you tsked, tilting your head. “You're going to get my leg all dirty with your needy humping.”

Cate could only answer with a groan, mouth parted with want, pretty eyes closed shut. Her breathing came in hard and short; there was no chance she was going to last a minute more.

“What will I do with a puppy that won't listen?” you tsked playfully. "Speak."

“I'm so close,” Cate gasped out, forehead scrunched up in trying to hold back. You had trained her well to ask for every orgasm. “So close. Please.”

“Go ahead.”

With two more rough rolls of her hips, Cate finished, body sagging with relief as her forehead pressed down on your knee. She was breathing hard, mumbling something to herself under her breath as a gush of sticky liquid coated your leg.

"Good girl," you murmured in appreciation, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

[empthy1]

and if I say puppy!cate dunlap what then…

[hexedwinchester]

Supernatural S05E01 Sympathy for the Devil

Unpopular opinion: Ruby 2.0 should have lived long enough to share a scene with Samifer. If Samruby scene was hot, I can only imagine SamifurRuby scene. Bonus points if they shame Sam for being helpless 😭 😭

God/Chuck hitting Sam in the head is so Sam's life in general

Becky 😑

Dean looking at Michael's picture: that looks like Cate Blanchett 😂😂😂😂 i wish they had Cate Blanchett play Michael once

Sam confessing to Bobby like a son who knows he disappointed his dad 😭

Jared's uncanny ability to look like a kicked puppy will never not surprised me 😯

Bobby fought demon possession! Nice

When Meg shows up i find it interesting that Dean's first guess was Ruby whereas Sam instantly recognised her. Could be because he was possessed??

Dean: life as an angel condom 😂😂😂

The brothers look so violated after cas carves the sigil in their ribs

Dean being passive aggressive. We know you are the forgiving and forgetting types but Grow up buddy!

unpopular opinion: I also liked it when Lucifer didn't have gleaming red eyes. They just look phony

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

QUALIFYING ROUND: 137th Tilt

Sihtric Kjartansson, The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) VS. Robin Longstride, Robin Hood (2010)

Propaganda

Sihtric Kjartansson, The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) Portrayed by: Arnas Fedaravičius

“Sihtric is my no.1 rn, my ride or die homie. think of me as his sapphic wingman in this tournament. he's a sweetheart who has and will kill Multiple men, and also has rlly cool hair and makes lots of fun comments 💪💪

Robin Longstride, Robin Hood (2010) Portrayed by: Russell Crowe

"There are many good and hot Robin Hoods, but I would argue that Robin Longstride might be the most wholesome, without being in the least boring. He has a sense of humor and a sense of mischief; he loves his friends and they love him; he's good with dogs and horses. He's kind! He's kind! and he has known so little kindness. Also he basically looks at Cate Blanchett's Marion like a lovesick puppy from the moment of meeting her and ME TOO, MY GUY. Me too. A man of taste. And a man who will engineer elaborate heist plots and spend all night farming for the good of a community. This man is a catch, and also built for medieval combat, and Marion deserves to explore all of that at her leisure."

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Sihtric:

- “God he’s pretty. His feral edge and his loyalty have bewitched me.”

For Robin Longstride:

No Additional Propaganda Submitted

[insolemi]

Cate x wheelchair user au when

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hii !! right now 👀??

i did this in the style of how i did my gf!cate headcanons so i hope that's what you wanted

also, i seriously hope that i did this justice, but if i didn't please let me know and i'll adjust/change it immediately

shoulder massage, shoulder massage, shoulder massage

please let her massage your shoulders if you're up for it bc she loves to do it

if you like to read, read to her !! she loves it, loves listening to your voice, loves laying in bed with you and being close to you

loves being able to trace her fingers over any freckles or moles or any feature of yours and will do it while you're sleeping bc she can't help herself, this goes well with the staring problem i mentioned in this post bc she HAS ONE

it's canon sorry not sorry (canon is what i make it)

if you like to decorate your wheelchair and/or other mobility aids in any way, please look absolutely no further than directly at your side

cate LOVES decorating anything she can get her hand on (including you, so I hope you like jewelry and clothes) and she’s got an eye for decorating (at least she thinks she does) and she has more scattered decorative items like scarves and various stickers and decorative tape rolls than she knows what to do with

will also spend a lot of time with you looking for seasonal decorations or functional ones! cupholders, bags, covers for the back of your chair

like I said in my gf!cate post, she is touchy, hand on you at all points in time

hand on your shoulder or arm or knee or hands everywhere you go bc she cannot contain the affection she has for you in her body and she must express it all times

she’s a forehead kisser too, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules but it’s the truth

don’t call her clingy unless you want to see the personification of puppy dog eyes

it kind of boils down to you being the only person she ever wants to freely touch, sans gloves, so you are always the main focus of her attention/affection

she is incredibly attentive, knows everything you like and don’t like and how you prefer to do everything bc she just pays attention to you and what you say to her and the things you don’t say

facial expressions or soft noises of disagreement are all cataloged into her mind immediately and filed away under “very important”

cate knows what it’s like to not want people touching you or your things, but if you’re okay with other people pushing your wheelchair for you (and only then), then again, look no further

cate is more than happy to help you out if your arms or tired or you straight up just don’t wanna push yourself anymore 

at first, she is sometimes worried that she’s overstepping or making you uncomfortable doing that and she will always be cognizant of wanting to respect you and your boundaries bc you don’t need her help and she knows that, she just loves making things easier for you if she can

as such, she is always making sure everywhere you two have plans to go to is accessible, she wants both of you to have as much fun as you want with zero concern and she is incredibly happy that she can do that for you

following the theme of wanting to help, she will absolutely learn any new skills that might help you out

if that’s adjusting parts of your chair when you need it done or helping you transition between spaces to make it easier on you, anything along those lines

she's there

her whole entire face lights up when she sees you bc it’s YOU !! i'm talking bright smile, wide eyes, the whole nine, you literally derail her train of thought

if there’s ever anything bothering you, she is sat

she wants to know what’s going on and why it bothers you bc she wants to know if she can help, and even if she can’t, she just wants to listen to you and hug you afterwards

she can’t cook, so i hope you can bc if you can’t, you both better have doordash on your phones bc she will set the kitchen on fire

she’s very mindful of things like your pace when you two are out and about together, she matches speed and loves using the chance to talk about anything and everything 

she is very chatty, loves to talk about random topics like time zones or space travel or the monsters inc. cinematic universe

however, she does not tolerate stupid questions from people who aren’t you and especially not about you or the both of you

not to say she’s confrontational bc she isn’t (at least overly so) but she does deflect unwanted attention easily and if a person is being rather persistent in bothering you or the both of you, she can and will use her power on them to get them to fuck off 

again, referring back to my gf post, cate loves you so much that sometimes it’s overwhelming and there is not anything in the world that could change that bc half of the time she’s doing anything, you are all she can think about and she would never have it any other way