#she loves sleeping on that pillow it has cats on the front

[thechildisgone]

she’s being so cute rn. she doesnt photograph well in the dark but i’ll never get over her fluffy toes

[silvernatural26]

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[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 109

Geralt is a witcher. Cats tend to distance themselves from witchers. Sometimes Geralt wonders what cats are like. So one day he asks. "Cats are lovely. Beautiful little sweethearts." The old woman who owns the inn says to him. "Cats are annoying varmints, always yowling in the middle of the night when they're in heat, they SCREAM their little heads off, can't catch a wink of sleep with them around!" A man passing by him in the market complains, with the anger of someone who has clearly thought about this a lot. "My cat isn't the biggest fan of being touched, but she's a good girl. Catches the mice." "They're evil little hellions, nothing compared to dogs. Don't even like their owners." "I'd like 'em a whole lot more if my way of living wasn't being a fisherman. They climb in at night and steal my best catches." "They're adorable!" "My cat is the cuddliest sweetest snuggliest little kitty to ever live, I think. Nobody will ever love me as much as he loves me." "My friend has a kitten! She already knows to chase the feathers we wave in front of her! I hope she still plays when she grows up." Opinions are varied in the town, but the majority seem to love them. He wants to know what they're like, not if they are liked. He sits down with a friendlier townie one afternoon and asks in detail what cats are like. What's great about them, what's bad about them, what do they like, what do they hate, what can they do, what have they done? The more she describes cats, however, the more Geralt can't help but be reminded of Jaskier. "They're playful. They love making noise and chasing things."

"Geralt, please, can't I play my lute? It's been fourteen whole minutes of SILENCE! Let me play a song!" "Why do you stay?" "Maybe I just like following you, Geralt. It's nice only having to pay for half of everything, after all."

"They're moody little things. Cats will want to cuddle you one second, and be left alone the next, and if you can't read their mind, they'll give you an annoyed little pouty face, as if you were meant to know better!"

"Geralt, do you mind if I...?" "If you what?" "Sit here?" "...My lap?" "That is where I'm sitting, yes. May I?" "...Mm." "Great thanks!~" "Geralt, you pissing idiot! I can't believe you! Don't touch me! Don't even look at me! How could you do something so so so SO stupid!?" "This is my job, Jaskier." "And apparently sewing up your arm is mine!" "I can take care of it." "Oh, I'm meant to just trust the man who went off and got mauled by a werewolf, then?"

"They enjoy a good sleep. Cats nap more than my old man, if you can believe it. They love comfort and luxury."

"Geralt, can't we stay at an inn? It's been so long." "Can we rest? Just for a bit? Pleaaaase? I want a nap. Don't I deserve it?" "Geralt, not to be ungrateful, but I think sleeping on the dirt would be better than this inn. Don't tell me you're making us sleep here. There's probably snakes nesting in the pillows."

"But at the same time, they love the grittiest bits of the outdoors. Chasing rabbits through tunnels, climbing trees after a songbird- My childhood cat used to dive in the swamp to catch frogs."

"Geralt, taking a shortcut through the bog is the easiest way to get to the competition in time! Now hurry along! Either I cross the bog alone, or you come with me!" "Geralt, I went looking for potion ingredients while you were skinning the deer!" "Geralt, are you going to cut the damn thing's head off or what? Wait, darling, are you alright? Are you hurt? Let me do it-"

"They sometimes bring you dead critters because they want to feed you. It's oddly very endearing."

"Geralt, I bought you some honey buns!" "I found some lovely cakes, do you want one, Geralt? You haven't eaten at all today." "I- I killed it. It was coming straight for you and I panicked. Am I bleeding? I can't quite tell because of the adrenaline, so am I bleeding or not, Gerelt? Can you tell me? Are YOU bleeding? Did I get it in time?" "I got so many tips last time I played, Geralt, you can get a bigger meal."

"They get themselves into trouble a lot, though. Places they shouldn't be, things they shouldn't touch, things they shouldn't eat."

"Geralt, I didn't mean to cause all of this. I'm sorry." "It's nothing, Jaskier. I'm just glad you're unharmed." "...Um... Geralt? Can you let go of my wrists now?" "Don't. Touch. Anything. The plant's spines are poisonous." "Jaskier, spit it out! SPIT IT OUT! I told you to stop fucking eating things in Yennefer's place" "Then why was it colored like a nice candy?"

"When they're scared or angry, they can make a right mess out of you. Don't let their cuteness fool you, they can do some damage."

"What else was I supposed to do, Geralt?" "Not punch him!" "He said you were a monster!" "I am!" "Do you want me to punch YOU?" "Geralt, I lost my dagger. It was in one of the bandits we chased away." "Geralt, will you teach me how to use a sword? Nothing fancy, just how to kill something."

"But above all, they're loyal, and loving. Ever so lovely. They'd die for you, if you treated them nice enough." "Thank you for telling me. I.. Have to go." Geralt stammers out, racing away to the inn he left Jaskier in. "Oh, hello, Geralt. Did you find a contact?" And Geralt yanks him close, and hugs him. He should try kissing him one of these days. Either way, Geralt won't mourn for the cat he can never have, for he has a Jaskier, and it's close enough.

[sunnyaliceart]

❗❗Ghost Trick Spoilers Below❗❗

Nightmares of distant memories

[Image description: a comic of Sissel and Kamila from Ghost Trick in the new timeline. In the first panel, Sissel is sleeping in a cat tree at night, when he hears a murmur of: "Mmnooo... Stop. No. I... Nooo".

Sissel initially thinks: "Whuzzat?" while still asleep, before he suddenly jumps up, awake and alert. He realizes: "Wait! That's Kamila!"

Panel 2 reveals Kamila asleep in her bed next to him. She's sweating and clutching her pillow, and her dream plays out in the background in intense colors. It's a nightmare of her being possessed by Yomiel, and pointing a gun at Lynne. Distorted text reads: "Wouldn't it be just what he wanted? To be executed by his own daughter?"

(Panel 3) Sissel jumps into her bed, and uses a ghost trick to pull up Kamila's blanket around her shoulders. In the dream, he appears in front of Kamila as a glowing blue cat silhouette at first, saying: "You've been through so much. And you don't even remember it..."

(Panel 4) In the dream, he takes on Yomiel's form, but with a bushy black tail. He smiles reassuringly, and puts a hand on Kamila's shoulder, telling her: "You're very brave."

In the dream, Kamila smiles back and tears up. In her bed, she puts an arm around Sissel's body, and smiles peacefully. End ID.]

Happy Ghost Swap Week! The @fyeahghosttrick prompt for this one was:

Kamila has a nightmare, Sissel helps comfort her

I love this one because I headcanon that memories of the old timeline leak into the new one in the form of dreams and nightmares. Don't worry, Sissel is there to help soothe the soul

[littleocean-rose]

Zoo Outing

Summary: Your boyfriend San has been overworking himself lately. So to help him relax, you decide to take him out to the zoo.

AU: non-idol, hybrid au Pairing: house cat hybrid!San x gn!reader word count: 3,902 Warnings: sliiiight discrimination for hybrids but that should be it. reader calls san kitten once or twice. no beta we die like ice cream under the summer sun A/N: it didn't turn out quite how i wanted it to so i hope it's okay! i based what kind of cat sannie was on the poll i posted earlier san will always be a snow leopard in my heart, so thank you to everyone who participated in it!

As a hybrid, San was restricted from going to a lot of places without a human “owner.” And despite the fact that over the last ten years hybrid laws have started to become more lenient, it still had stopped him from doing a lot of things in his life. He could remember the day the government decided to allow hybrids into grocery stores on their own, his hybrid mother nearly crying as she watched the tv. He was a child then, he couldn’t understand what a huge accomplishment it was to hybrids all over the world. He understood now, as an adult, and he cherished what little freedoms they let hybrids have.

But with you, a human lover, by his side, so many more opportunities were open to him now.

You both had agreed early on in the relationship that you would sign off as San’s “owner,” though the title left a bitter taste in your mouth. You saw hybrids as equals, because that’s what they were, really. Equals. The main difference being their animal traits and their instincts, which even then weren’t very different. Sure, dog hybrids tended to get distracted by balls easier, and yeah cat hybrids tended to love sun naps. But to some people, well… maybe they needed a harsh shove down an escalator.

A year into your relationship now, you wanted to surprise San for all the hard work he’d been doing. Between his job as an assistant in a floral shop and online classes, San had been running on empty for a couple of weeks now. Exhausted from his job only to sit in front of his computer for several hours straight was really starting to wear on him, and try as you might, there wasn’t much you could do to improve his mood. Which is why today, on his day off, you broke the news to him.

As your sleepy kitty continued to snooze away in bed, sleek black tail wrapped around the blankets bundled up in his arms, you snuck out to the kitchen to start making breakfast. Pulling out a pan, you started to take out the ingredients for some kimchi pancakes. As you began to cook, your mind wandered to the plans you had made for today. A smile tugged at your lips, a feeling of eager excitement taking place in your chest. You knew San was going to be ecstatic, imagining the way his eyes would widen and his ears would go straight up. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

As you finished plating the pancakes you made your way to the bedroom, jittery with happiness as you took a seat on the edge of the bed. You ran your fingers through your boyfriend’s black hair, gently scratching behind his soft ears. He shifted, hugging the blankets closer as he let out a quiet mrrrp as his eyes slowly fluttered open. You couldn’t help but coo at how adorable he looked, face swollen with sleep as a little pout formed on his lips.

“Mm, what time is it?”

“It’s a little after 7am.” His brows furrowed together, a little whine escaping his throat as he buried his face into the soft pillow beneath him.

“Why are you waking me up so early on my day offf,” he whined, his words muffled. You couldn’t help but giggle, your fingers running through his soft hair. He leaned into your touch, the slight vibrations of tired purrs could be felt in your hand, pulling a gentle smile from you. “Can’t I sleep a little more? Please?”

“I know, baby, you’re tired. But I made plans for us today and I promise you’re going to love them.” With a groan, San pulled himself into a sitting position, hair mussed up and eyes still closed.

“But I was just gonna stay in today…”

You gave a hum in response. You knew your boyfriend loved staying in, as an introvert he didn’t mind spending days locked away in the house. He gave you another tired pout, but this is one time you knew you couldn’t cave in. He’d thank you later, you knew that much. “Sorry, Sannie, but trust me, okay? Breakfast is already made and waiting for you.”

His tail thumped against the blankets, clearly unhappy about the fact he had to get out of the very comfy bed. Cute, you thought. You gave an exaggerated sigh, looking down at your lap with a pout. “I mean, I guess we don’t have to go to the zoo today…” You peeked up through your lashes, noticing the way San’s eyes suddenly snapped open and his ears were instantly on alert.

His mouth fell open. “Th-The zoo?”

You smiled. “Yeah, I already bought us tickets. The zoo opens at 9:30.” For a moment the feline didn’t move, frozen in his spot as the information registered in his mind. Then, you were tackled, nearly shoved off the bed as he wrapped his arms around you. You gave a surprised squeak which very quickly turned into a laugh as he pulled you against his chest; nuzzling your neck like his very life depended on it, his tail wrapping around your waist as the sounds of his purrs increased tenfold. So much for being tired.

“Y/N! Oh my god, I– The zoo?! I get to finally go to a zoo!! Thank you, thank you, tha–“ You managed to pull away enough to land your lips against his, silencing him. He was all too eager to kiss back, his hands cradling your face, pouring all his passion and emotions into action.

“You don’t need to thank me, Sannie. I know how badly you’ve always wanted to go to the zoo. With you working so hard lately I figured it would be a nice surprise for you.” San’s eyes turned glassy as you cradled his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “I love you so much, and seeing you overworked these past few weeks have been hard. Hopefully today will help you relax and unwind.”

You felt the soft fur of his tail brush against your wrist, watching as the hybrid turned and kissed the inside of your palm. San had always expressed the want of going to a zoo, watching wildlife documentaries with such fascination, and you always felt bad that you hadn’t had the time to take him sooner. Because hybrids weren’t allowed to go to a zoo without a human companion. With you and San both being busy, on days off the two of you would usually relax at home or, if anything, go to a park or beach to unwind. The zoo was on the other side of the city, a long drive for you two, which was why it wasn’t always the first option to come up for activities.

“I don’t care, I’m going to thank you anyway,” San said, breaking you out of your thoughts. He kissed your cheek, then your other cheek, then your nose, and finally forehead. His eyes practically sparkled, filled with so much love for you. “Thank you so much for doing this for me.”

“Of course, Sannie.” You pressed a kiss back to his nose, and finally his forehead. “I love you so much, I just want you to be happy. I’m sorry I couldn’t take you sooner.”

He shook his head. “Don’t you dare apologize. I’m just happy I get to go today. With you.”

Your heart melted. “Yeah,” you breathed, looking at him with love in your eyes. “With you.”

~

To say San was excited would have been an understatement.

San was practically bouncing in his seat the entire ride, the end of his tail wagging slowly in happiness. Before you had met San you hadn’t known that cats could sometimes wag their tails in happiness, thinking that they only did it when annoyed. It was cute, really. As soon as he parked the car he practically jumped out, trying his best not to dash all the way to the entrance. It reminded you of a cat when it got the zoomies. (Which San has had before, on several accounts. It was always quite amusing when it happened, even if it did end with him giving a sheepish grin and an embarrassed apology.) His excitement was practically palpable as he held your hand, gushing about all the animals he couldn’t wait to see.

Cute.

As you showed the booth employee your entrance tickets, you looked over San. He was wearing a denim shirt and pants, looking so soft and comfortable as he bounced on his toes, so full of energy and excitement. A little house cat excited to be on an adventure. As soon as you were given the clear the employee handed you a wristband for you to fill out. Once you wrote down your name and phone number, you put it on San’s wrist before grabbing his hand, threading your fingers through his. “Are you ready?”

San’s smile grew bigger. “Yeah.”

~

“Y/N! Look!!” The hybrid pointed to his right, eyes wide as he focused on the animal in the distance. You were currently halfway though the primate exhibit and San finally got to see a monkey. He instantly raised his camera, taking several pictures of the lazying animal. As he lowered his phone, he looked over his shoulder at you. “Do you see it?” He had the biggest smile on his face, and it had been so long since you’d seen him this happy. It was a nice change, and you were already making plans to take him to the aquarium next week. “Y/N, do you see the monkey?”

“Yeah,” you said, looking at San as you fought down a smile. “I’m looking at one right now.”

He blinked before he registered your words, giving a pout, his ears falling flat for a second as he rolled his eyes. “Meanie,” he mumbled, and you laughed.

“Sorry.” You kissed his cheek, his ears flicking back up into their normal position. “Yeah, I see the monkey. What kind is it?” Yeah, you knew there was a sign a few feet away that gave you the name of the primate and some fun facts about the species, but why would you read that when San could tell you all about the the animal? His face lit up, and he began to spew several random facts about chimpanzees, gesturing wildly as he gave you all the information he had on them.

He was such a nerd.

You wouldn’t want him any other way.

~

“Giraffes!” He ran over to the railing, looking over the tall ungulates with a peaceful expression. San stopped to watch them for a while, watching their every move as they ate some leaves off the lower-hanging branches from the trees in their exhibit. “They’re so graceful,” he murmured, resting his chin on his hands. You ran your hand across his broad back, let it come to a rest at the base of his neck where you played with the hairs hanging there. It brought some purrs out of San as the two of you stood in silence. Resting your head on his shoulder, you savored the peaceful moment.

“Even from this distance, they look so tall,” you said.

“They average around 16 feet if I recall, with the males reaching up to 18 feet,” San instantly replied. “They’re so pretty.”

“Are you having fun?” You knew you didn’t need to ask, but you still had the need to. San looked at you, eyes brimming with love and affection. No matter how times he would look at you like that, it would never fail to make your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah, I really am.” He reached for your free hand, giving it a squeeze. “Thank you, Y/N. So much.”

“Of course. Anything for my kitten.”

The smile San gave was blinding.

~

It was finally time to go through the exhibit San was looking forward to most. While he loved the bird exhibit (the way his eyes got so wide the entire time was beyond amusing, you had so many pictures of his dilated pupils and several videos of him chattering at the birds) and was fascinated with the canine exhibit (he thought the fennec foxes were the cutest things around and even decided to name one Wooyoung after his fox-hybrid friend), nothing could compare to his excitement for the feline exhibit.

He took his time with every animal.

The tigers were up first. San, eyes wide, went up to the railing and watched in fascination as the giant feline groomed his mate. They were beautiful, both Siberian tigers, one of them being white. It was such a contrast to the other, a pale white against a light orange. “Did you know tigers are the largest of the felines?” You did, but you pretended you didn’t so San could continue with his info drop. “There’s nine subspecies, but only six remain today. These guys, Amur tigers, are the biggest of the tigers.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“Aren’t they? Tigers are amazing. They’re so big, I wish I could cuddle with them.” You chuckled—of course San would want to cuddle them, but then again you wouldn’t hesitate to cuddle with them either.

Next were the snow leopards. These were probably San’s favorites. They were silly little animals, the smallest of the big cats as he informed you. They were playful, and quite the bouncers. They were unfortunately asleep up in their little house, San pouting at that, but you promised him you’d bring him back here next month. He lit up at that, giving you the biggest kitten eyes in the process, and you swore he was about to tear up at your promise.

The jaguars, too, were asleep, and San gave a quiet whine. “It’s okay, next time,” you said.

He nodded with determination, though his pout didn’t fall. “Next time.”

Caracals were next, and you couldn’t help but coo at the the tufts on the ends of their ears. This was one feline you did know quite a big about. While they weren’t your favorite, they did remind you of San. You told him as much, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “They remind you of me?”

“Yeah! They’re able to jump up to 10 feet in the air! And I know you love to jump, too.” He at least had the audacity to look sheepish, cheeks turning pink as he looked away with a pout. San loved to jump, so much so that his friends had banded together and made a jump-ban specifically when San was around. You didn’t mind it though, even encouraging his behavior. You’d see him eye a low-hanging branch on trees during walks, and you’d give a sly smile. “I bet you can’t touch that branch,” you’d challenge, and his eyes would narrow, a smirk on his face as he would instantly prove you wrong by leaping into the air to swat at the leaves. It was one of the many reasons that made him fall for you.

The pumas were after the caracals, and thankfully they weren’t asleep. Like the tigers, they were grooming each other, or simply staring over the crowd, giving large yawns. Despite not being very active, they still held San’s attention, drinking in every detail of the beautiful animals. You knew by the end of the day your phone would be full of mostly San, but you couldn’t help it. He was so enamored with all the animals, how could you not take so many photos and videos of him?

Next up were cheetahs, which happened to be your favorite. This time it was your turn to nerd out, spouting off fact after fact of them to San, you happily listened to you as he watched the feline pace back and forth in front of the fence. He squeezed your hand when you scratched your cheek, apologizing for ranting, but he shook his head. “No, please, go on,” he smiled. “I wanna hear more.”

San, ever the supportive boyfriend, never failed to make your heart flutter. You knew he knew all the information you were telling him, but still he coaxed it out of you, happy to see you enjoying the trip here as much as he was. At the end of your four minute long rant, you turned to San with a smile. “And while they may be my favorite species of cats, you still hold the title of being my favorite cat.”

In return, you never failed to make San’s heart flutter either.

~

Finally, the last one was the lion exhibit. You two had lucked out, a total of three lions were lazying around right near the glass, so San got a real nice close up of the cats. A look of wonder crossed his face as he crouched down, face nearly pressed against the glass. Unsurprisingly, San had a deep love for felines. They left him in awe every time they appeared on documentaries. Perhaps it was because he was a simple house cat, finding his larger, distant cousins simply awe-inspiring.

One particular lioness, the one closest to the glass, pressed her paw up against the glass, and San’s eyes went comically wide. Without hesitation he pressed his thumb against the glass, comparing the size of it to the lion’s large beans. “Woah,” he breathed, and you had to agree. You crouched down and pressed your hand to the glass, amazed by how small it looked compared to the fuzzy paw. You knew big cats were, well, big, but it never failed to surprise you by just how big they were. Until you saw it in person, it was always hard to imagine the scale of the cats.

As the day went on the crowd began to thin out, and you both knew that the zoo would be closing soon. The date would be ending, much to San’s disappointment. Before leaving though the two of you hit the ice cream shop. While they didn’t have chocolate mint, San ended up going with regular vanilla, you doing the same to match him. As the two of you sat at the table, munching away on the delicious treat, San reached over and grabbed your hand.

“I know I’ve said it so many times already, but thank you. Today was… it was amazing. The zoo was everything I thought it would be. And it was all the more special because you were by my side the entire time. You planned this, just for me, and I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

You squeezed his hand, giving him a soft smile. “Oh, Sannie. I told you, you don’t need to thank me. Today was wonderful, I had so much fun finally visiting the zoo with you. Seeing you so happy, it was the break you needed. We made so many good memories today, and I hope to make more with you next month when we come back.”

San gave a big smile, dimples popping out and fangs peeking out. He looked so happy, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “I love you, jagiya.” Your heart soared at the pet name, this time your cheeks heating up a little.

“I love you, too, jagiya,” you replied quietly, and San beamed.

After you both finished your ice cream, you headed down to the shops before they closed. As San looked over at the snow globes, you quickly grabbed a snow leopard plushie and ran to the cashier to buy it, shoving it in your bag seconds before San turned and declared he was purchasing a tiger snow globe. You couldn’t help but aww at the cute little globe, watching as snow descended over the two tigers sitting on a rock.

“Do you want to get take-out tonight?” you asked as you both exited the zoo. San’s stomach rumbled loudly, yours doing so too. As yummy as the ice cream was, it hadn’t been very filling, and the only thing you two had eaten was the pancakes from breakfast.

“Could we get bulgogi…? Or mandoo?” You thought for a second.

“I could go for those, yeah.” San let out a happy mrrp sound, dimples popping out once more as he got into the car. The drive home was mostly the two of you talking about your favorite moments of the day, and San gushing about how seeing the animals in person was an amazing experience that he would never forget.

After you two got home and ate dinner, you both showered and crawled into bed; San snaking his arm around your waist as he pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your hair as his tail made its way to its usual spot wrapped around your thigh. “Thank you again for today,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. After such a long day out, you weren’t surprised by how exhausted he was. You smiled, knowing there was one more surprise you had for him.

Reaching down over the side of the bed, you pulled up the plush you had bought from earlier. “I got this for you.” San gave a gasp, quickly pulling the plushie into his arms.

“Oh, she’s so cute! She’s so soft, too! Oh, I love her so much!” He instantly began to pet the plush, low purrs filling the silence as he cooed over his new baby. Eventually he began to gently knead it, a true sign he did, in fact, love it. “She’s sleeping with us tonight,” he declared, not asked. It made you laugh, turning over to face him and patted the space between you two.

“She can sleep right here tonight.”

He tucked the little plush under the blankets, as if she really was his child, and it made emotions swirl in your chest. Before you could stop yourself, the words came tumbling from your mouth. “You’d be such a good dad.” San stopped his actions, looking up at you with wide eyes. It made you flustered, tripping over your words. “I-I mean, like, I don’t want kids right now, or anytime soon, I’m nowhere near ready for that, but I just– I think you’d make a great dad,” you rambled, looking down at the plush with anxiety. You two had never talked about kids, but you just couldn’t help but think the hybrid would be such a soft dad.

“Thank you.” You peeked up at San, a bright smile on his face, his eyes turning into crescents. “I’m not ready for kids yet either, but… hearing you saying that, it helps quell any anxieties I had about it before. Maybe one day we can sit down and talk about it, but until then…” He placed a kiss on the plushie’s head, and then placed a kiss on your lips. “My only babies are gonna be Byeol and these plushes.” His eyes slipped shut, a content sigh leaving his lips. “But you’d be a wonderful parent, too. I know it.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you closed your eyes, visions of a family one day playing in your mind. “Thank you, Sannie. Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight, jagiya. I love you, so, so much.”

“I love you, too.”

The two of you fell asleep, your new baby tucked in between you two, a souvenir that you both would keep in bed for many years in the future.

A/N: aaaand that's it! have a good day~ please leave some feedback if you liked it~ ♥︎

[thefreakandthehair]

The thing about drinking at 31 years old is that it's different from drinking at 18 years old– or 21 years old, or even 25 years old. Each shot, each drink, is one sip away from a terrible night’s sleep and an equally terrible morning.

Eddie Munson’s figured this out. Steve Harrington though? Steve Harrington has not. 

That’s how Eddie finds himself corralling his husband onto the couch after stumbling into the house, the front door slamming loud enough to jolt their cat out of her otherwise peaceful slumber. She glares for a moment before stretching her paws and curling back into a neat little ball. 

“Okay, okay, okay,” Steve repeats, an immediate tell that he’s definitely not making it any further than the couch anyways. “I’m good, I’m fine, this– this is a nice couch.” He punctuates his thought by slapping the cushion and laughing. 

Eddie shakes his head and grins. “Yep, it sure is. You picked it out, remember?” 

Steve gasps and laughs some more, falling back into the corner of the sectional. “I don’t but it’s comfy so if I did, I did a good fucking job.”

He watches with fond comfortability as Steve squirms around on the couch and lays back, arms over his head and dopey laugh still on his lips. It takes a lot of willpower and frankly, respect, not to climb on top of this giggly, flushed, disheveled man he loves so goddamn much and kiss him until he’s flushed for other reasons, but he digs deep and focuses on doing the next best thing: taking care of him. Eddie’s a little worse for the wear in his own right but a sliver of his iron constitution remains from his wild youth and he hangs on by a thread. 

Eddie gets Steve situated into a comfortable position, his back against one side of the cushions and his head propped up on a few pillows to make sure he doesn’t end up with his face smushed into the corner somehow. 

“I’m good, I’m fine– hey, hey, what are you doing?” Steve slurs and Eddie looks up from his position at the end of the couch, his fingers moving quickly as he unties Steve’s sneakers. 

“Taking your shoes off? You can’t sleep in your jeans, Stevie. You’ll thank me tomorrow.” 

Steve hums from somewhere high in his throat but doesn’t say anything else Eddie moves to unhook his belt. 

“Stop–stop it, hey, I’m married!” Steve smacks Eddie’s hand and Eddie barely suppresses a cackle. “You’re hot and all but I’m married and my husband’s hotter than you anyways.” 

With that, Eddie can’t stop himself. Warmth spreads through his chest as he laughs, from his heart all the way down to the tingling in his toes. Even drunk, even with his eyes closed, Steve would still choose him without a thought and sure, after all these years, it shouldn’t come as a surprise but it does. Because Steve is Steve, and Eddie is Eddie, and Eddie still hasn’t figured out what huge karmic debt he must’ve paid for them to have become SteveAndEddie.

He stares at Steve who’s nearly asleep but feebly muttering words like “hot,” and “perfect,” and “lucky.” 

“Hey, hey, Stevie, open your eyes for a second?” Eddie brushes the hair back from his forehead, gently shifting it away from his bloodshot, glossy eyes. He’s beautiful, even like this, what the fuck?

“Oh,” Steve’s eyebrow unfurrow and the right side of his mouth turns up into a small grin. “It’s you. Hi, Ed.” 

“Hi, Steve.” Eddie chuckles and kisses his forehead. “Gonna get your jeans off so you can sleep, okay?” 

“Mhm, yeah, that’s– thanks.” 

Eddie coaxes them off, tossing them onto a chair where they’ll remain until the next morning, and sets a glass of water down on the coffee table for when Steve inevitably wakes up with cottonmouth. One more soft kiss and an even softer blanket later, Steve is out and Eddie tip toes up the stairs to bed. 

The next morning, Eddie wakes to see Steve next to him. At some point, he must’ve woken up and gotten himself to bed which gives Eddie the opportunity to stare uninterrupted in the silence of their bedroom. It stands in stark contrast to the boisterous night before– the loud music and jumping bodies and Chrissy popping a bottle of champagne in celebration of Robin saying yes, as if there’d ever been a doubt. 

Steve’s on his back, the sun just starting to intrude on their tranquility. He takes in Steve’s features, the same ones he’s memorized time and time again but that never fail to stun him just the same. The moles, the freckles, the scars that make him ache and feel thankful simultaneously. The strong line of his jaw, the eyelashes that flutter as he sleeps, that one tendril of hair that insists on curling until Steve forces it into place. Eddie’s seen a lot of the world now, having traveled a bit with his band, and there’s nothing that compares to the man sleeping next to him. 

Even if he’s snoring. 

When Steve does eventually wake up, trudging downstairs with one eye open and asking why Long Island Iced Tea’s even exist, Eddie’s ready with the necessities– a black iced coffee, two sausage, egg, and cheese sandwiches delivered to their doorstep, and a Gatorade for himself. 

“You’re the fucking best, you know that?” Steve smiles through the pounding headache as he sips his coffee and tears into the sandwich. 

“Eh, I try,” Eddie grins with a mouthful of egg and leans over to bump their shoulders together. 

Comfortable quiet drapes over them like the blanket from last night still over the back of the couch, and like the jeans hanging off the recliner– little reminders of the night before and of the domesticity of the life they’ve built together. 

Once Steve finishes his sandwich, their cat, Florence, hops up on the table and starts batting at the rolled up wrappers. 

“Think she wants to play,” Steve grumbles, sliding off the couch and laying on the carpet. “Listen, Florence, you know I love you but kid, I cannot play right now. I’m barely alive.” 

Eddie doubles over and nearly spits Gatorade all over the coffee table. Even their terrible, hungover, washed up mornings aren't all that bad.

[clockwayswrites]

A Broken Sort of Normal, Part 15

WC 1133, Masterpost

“Danny!”

“Lena, no,” Danny groaned. He let his bag slump off his shoulder as he turned to face them. “Lena. It’s Friday. I have been in meetings for the last three days. I have plans. I am actively leaving the building. Lena. Why are you stopping me, Lena?”

Lena held their tablet up, covering up the lower half of their face. Their dangerously large doe eyes looked over the top of it. “I just have one last thing!”

“Is it an emergency?”

They rolled their eyes. “Do you hear any alarms?”

“If I don’t deal with it until Monday and an emergency happens, are people going to be out of supplies they need to deal with said emergency?”

“No,” Lena huffed.

“Then can it please wait until Monday, Lena? Please? I’m begging you. I don’t want to have to get down on my knees, but I will,” Danny said. “Oh great now more of you are here. Please tell me you don’t all have things you need from me? Why are you smiling like that? If this is a mind control thing just thrown me tied up in my office and let me at least sleep under my desk.”

“You’ve been hanging out with the heroes too much Danny,” Greg said with a laugh from where he leaned on the bright green partition of his cubical. “You’ve picked up on their dramatics.”

“No, I’m just used to the crazy now and this,” he said, motioning to his gathering underlings (HR wouldn’t let him call them minions anymore), “is suspicious.”

“Well if you feel that way, we don’t have to give your gift,” Lena said.

Danny perked up a little. “Gift? Wait, gift?”

Hamid snorted. “Of course he pays attention when gift is mentioned. Danny, someone could catch you with a piece of cake under a cardboard box.”

Danny flapped a hand in Hamid’s direction. “Hush. But why gift? You all don’t have to get me anything.”

“Of course we did!” Lena said. “It’s your one year being the boss man, Boss!”

That made Danny pause. It couldn’t be, could it? Had he really been working as leadership in the Justice League Response Team for a year now? It felt like yesterday still when he had been moving to Central City.

“I think we broke him,” Hamid whispered loudly.

“I just can’t believe it’s been that long,” Danny said honestly.

“Well it has been, so here,” Lena said. They grabbed a tissue wrapped bundle and handed it over.

Danny unwrapped it carefully, aware he was grinning stupidly and not carrying to stop it. It was really sweet of his team. “I couldn’t have made a year without you all.”

“We know,” Greg said, which made Danny laugh.

When the paper was finally discarded, Danny was holding a mug that said ‘You’re the Best Boss’ with the word ‘best’ scratched out. Stuffed inside the mug were floppy Titan figures wrapped with fake bandages. “You’re all jerks, I love it. I’m taking a picture and sending it to the Titans. Nightwing’s little broken leg is inspired.”

“Thank you,” Lena said proudly. They waited for Danny to snap the picture before taking the mug away. “Now you go. I’ll put this on your desk for you.”

“Thank you, really, you’re all the best.”

“We know,” all three of the coursed as Danny headed out the door with a wave.

-

“I can’t believe they broke mini me’s leg!” Dick wined when Danny got back to his and Wally’s department.

“Of course they broken your leg with all the stunts you pull,” Victor said as he flicked the cap off a beer with his thumb. “Wait, that sounded wrong. It’s not like those were voodoo dolls or anything. Right…?”

Danny laughed hung up his work bag and keys on the hooks by the door. “Greg is right, you’re all paranoid and I’m around you way too much for it to be rubbing off on me.”

“Really only Wally rubs off on y—” Garfield started only to get a face full of pillow tossed by Donna. It sent Gar right over the couch back he had been perched on.

“No one needs to hear that,” she said.

“You’re just jealous Wally has a hot boyfriend,” Gar said.

The couch shifted a little before a green cat popped out from under the front of it. Danny picked Gar up as he passed, setting him back on the couch.

“I am not the hot boyfriend,” Danny said.

“Yes you are.”

“Right.”

“Dude.”

Victor just snorted.

“Wally,” Danny called out. “Our friends are being weird. Did you all get a collective head injury or something?”

“Our friends are always weird, babe,” Wally called back from either the bedroom or the office.

“Yes, but this is extra weird.”

There was a pause then Wally appeared with the monstrosity that was the current Uno set up. It now included a board and six different dice. “Okay, what’s extra weird?”

“That they think I’m the hot boyfriend.”

“Danny, babe,” Wally said. He leveled Danny with a look. “You are the hot boyfriend.”

“Collective head injury, all of you!” Danny said, throwing his hands up.

Wally just laughed, the bastard, and set the game box down so that he could pull Danny into his arms. “Accept it, you’re hot.”

“No,” Danny said, purposefully pouting.

“So hot,” Wally insisted before leaning in to kiss Danny.

Gar whistled while Victor made a fake gagging sound. The kiss broke as Danny laughed at being hit with a pillow.

“Okay, okay. I’m going to go change out of my work clothes. Is food ordered?” Danny asked as he dragged himself out of Wally’s arms.

“Indian. An absolute feast too,” Wally said, reluctantly letting Danny go.

“Good, I’m starving.” Danny headed for their bedroom, shucking off his clothing as soon as the door was closed. He hated meetings where people expected him to wear suits. It was a relief to change into jeans and a comfortable t-shirt.

“…wait till the others are here?” Dick was saying to Wally when Danny opened the door.

“I know we should, just…”

“Wait for what?” Danny asked.

It was a little startling how both their heads jerked up to look at Danny.

“Um, just explaining the Uno rules! You know?” Wally said with a nervous laugh. “Not all of them have played this version, yeah?”

Danny raised a brow, spotting the lie easily but not knowing what it was about. It was usually safer to not get between Wally and Dick plotting something though. “Right… pass me a cider?”

“Sure, babe!” Wally said with far too much perkiness.

Danny had just accepted the uncapped cider when suddenly the room was filled with a screaming alert. From the volume that wasn’t just one communicator.

That was everyone’s.

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AN: I managed to shake out some words! I'm not actually sure of the pacing of this one, but I won't know till I write the next part! There's a chance this might get more added to it. We'll see! I wonder what Dick and Wally were talking about??

Stay delightful, darlings!

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[ashwhowrites]

Older! Eddie Munson x reader where Eddie and Y/N flirt with each other until one night, the two of them end up having sex (they were drinking), and Y/N is afraid that Eddie didn't like her and that he was just drunk and she starts ignoring him, and Eddie feels hurt bc he likes her, and when he gets to talk to her again, they end up having sex and confessing

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

⚠️ smut

Girl next door

Y/N has lived alone ever since she turned eighteen, she wanted independence from her parents and to be on her own. She rented out a tiny little house in a quiet neighborhood, and that's when she met the Munsons. Eddie and Claire Munson, a couple that Y/N found herself watching from her window.

They fought constantly, and their loud voices filled the neighborhood. She could hear Claire slam the front door every single time she ran out. She'd come back the next day, but just to fight and leave all over again. It was a marriage that never seemed to have a good day.

Eddie Munson caught her eye the most. His long hair, his mature face, the small amount of facial hair she craved to feel against her. His brown eyes, the eyes that she imagined looking up at her between her thighs. He was a wet dream and she had many.

She wondered what he did on the nights his wife left. Did he sleep in their bed alone? Did he miss her or thankful she was gone?

Y/N knew it was inappropriate to not only have a crush on her older neighbor but even worse to have a crush on a married one. But she couldn't help it.

He filled her mind all the time.

When she was in the shower, her hands between her thighs as she leaned against the wall. The image of him behind her, his chest against her back.

When she stood in her kitchen, the window gave her the perfect spot to watch him work in the yard. His white tank top clung to his wet skin, and his hair tied up. His tattoos glistened up and down his arms.

When she tried to sleep but the ache from her cunt kept her restless. When she pushed a pillow between her legs and moved her hips down on it. Her hand slipped under her shirt as she felt her chest. She'll never forget when she reached toward her window, just inches above her bed, peeled back the curtain, and saw right into their bedroom. Her hips froze on her pillow as she watched him jerk off. His shirt was pushed up on his chest, giving her the glory of seeing his stomach clenching as his hand worked on his cock. She barely noticed that she started moving on her pillow again. Her eyes glued on him as she rubbed her cunt against the soft fabric. His eyes clenched and his head thrown back, the white ropes of cum landing on his stomach. The way his eyes looked over, staring right back at her as she came in her underwear. She immediately moved the curtains back, embarrassment in her body when she realized what she had done.

But nothing ever happened and she never spoke to him. It was a cat-and-mouse game, almost. Sneaking looks at each other through the windows.

After a year, on her nineteenth birthday, Claire left for good. Y/N watched as she threw her bags in the car. Y/N kept an eye on their driveway for months, but Claire never came back. She assumed the couple got the divorce that was needed.

But with Claire gone, Eddie went outside more often. And a few times, Y/N found herself in conversation with him. She cursed herself for being attracted to him even more. He was even more beautiful up close.

Eddie invited her in for a beer on a random Friday night. And they got closer. She learned about his life, and he learned about her. He knew she was young, and apologized if it was weird to invite her in. But she didn't care and he honestly didn't either.

On her twenty-first birthday, he declared it was his duty as a friend to take her to the bar. A year passed of her hanging out with him almost every day, and she couldn't stop herself from falling in love with him. He was older, divorced, and at a different stage in life than her. But that made her want him more. She just feared maybe for him it didn't go past sexual tension.

"You look amazing!" He complimented, a smile on his face as she twirled in her dress. Neither knew her dress would be thrown to the floor in the backseat of his car.

She was drunk and he was drunk, both stumbling in his car. Then before she knew it, their lips met in a heated kiss. They were rushed as they tore each other's clothes off. Their tongues tangled together as Y/N took off Eddie's belt and unzipped his jeans. Her body lay against his seat as he settled on top of her, his cock buried in her as he fucked her. She loved the way he stretched her open, his nails dug into her sides, and his mouth attacking her neck. Her brain melted, all she could do was lay back and let him have his way with her.

"How long have you been thinking about this, huh? Don't think I don't see you watching me all the time." He teased, his voice mocking. "Fuck, baby. You feel so good clenching around my cock. Sweet tight cunt."

She whimpered from his words, her hand moving down to her clit. She gasped as she rubbed her clit, moaning into Eddie's face as she felt herself getting close.

She came as the car shook and the windows fogged.

~~~

That was a week ago.

She barely remembers how she got home, but she remembered the feeling of his cock inside of her.

But she's been too scared to see him since. When she woke up alone in her head, the feeling of his skin ghosted her.

She was afraid it meant nothing to him. That he was drunk and didn't mean it. He wasn't interested and she was too young. She couldn't handle the rejection.

She avoided him as much as she could. When she went out to grab her mail the next morning, he was walking over with a smile on his face. She panicked and raced inside.

Or when she was tanning in her backyard and he walked out to grill. Before he could say a word she raced back inside.

Every day she was close to him but she ran away every time.

~~~

Eddie was puzzled by Y/N's behavior. He thought they had a good night together and to him, the sex was the best he's ever had. He could still feel her lips and the way she clenched around him. But anytime he got close to her, she ran away.

He hated to admit he was upset. He didn't plan to date after his divorce, but Y/N was different. She made him feel things he'd never felt. She felt amazing underneath his body and how she came all over him. The lust in her eyes and smeared lipstick.

He liked this girl and now she won't even look at him. Was it just a little fling for her? Like getting the older guy for fun but nothing serious?

Eddie refused to let another weak pass without clearing the air. He wasn't going to let her ignore him.

He grabbed a case of beer and walked over. He hated that he was a man in his 40s, and scared to talk to a fucking girl.

He knocked on the door, impatiently waiting.

Y/N was shocked to see Eddie on the other side of her door. She didn't know what to say.

"Can we talk? I brought beer." Eddie suggested, holding up his case of beer. Y/N stepped aside, she hid from him long enough and now she needs to be an adult.

They went to her living room. Eddie cracked open the beer and handed her one, then cracked his own. He sat next to her and took a deep breath.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Eddie asked, he tried to sound soft but he couldn't help but sound annoyed.

"I'm not." She shrugged, avoiding his eyes as she looked around the room.

"Knock it off, you ran away every time I got near you. And I thought you were mature and I thought you weren't a teenage girl. But I see I'm wrong." Eddie scoffed. She shrunk in her seat, hating the scolding tone in his voice.

"I don't know if it's because we have different generations or shit, but the way I was raised was when you fuck someone, you don't ghost them. I don't know if that's a younger group type of thing. Where you mess around with no feelings involved. So I can sit here and assume these things about you, or you could speak up and tell me what the hell is going on." Eddie snapped.

Y/N couldn't help but feel turned on by the way he was scolding her. His voice was rough and sharp. She almost wanted him to ruin her and tell her everything she did wrong. She placed her beer on the floor, moving over to his lap.

Eddie watched her confused as she sat in his lap. She grabbed the beer from his hand and moved it to the floor. She took his empty hands and placed them on her back, right above her ass.

"Did I make you mad?" She mocked, her lips moving down his jaw. Her hands moved up and down his chest.

"Yes." He spat, his right hand moving off her body, to slam down on her ass. Y/N moaned and jolted forward. Her cunt brushed over his hard cock.

"I'm sorry for being such a brat about it. Maybe I need to be taught a lesson in manners?" Her bottom lip pouted as her hands moved into his hair, yanking on his curls. He clenched his jaw as his head yanked back. His eyes were on her.

"You want me to teach you?" He played along, his hands gripping her ass.

He quickly switched positions, throwing her on the couch, her knees on the cushions and her body bent over it. He stood behind her, wasting no time to yank down her shorts. He slapped her ass once more. Bending down to bite her unmarked ass cheek.

"Now baby, when I fucked you in my car like the slut you are, did you like it?" He asked, his hand moving her underwear to the side. His finger slowly rubbed her clit.

"Yes, sir." She moaned, her mind already melting as his fingers slipped inside of her. She was soaked and embarrassed.

"And don't you think it would have been polite to tell me that?" His fingers fucked inside of her nice and slow. Her wetness dripped down his palm and her thighs.

"Yes, sir." She gripped the couch as he sped up. The sounds of her wet cunt echoed around them.

"But you decided to be a little bitch and hide from me," Eddie growled, his free hand moving to her chest, and squeezing her breast.

"Now what should you say about that?"

"I'm sorry!" She gasped out, he was fucking her hard, his fingers scissoring inside of her.

"Good girl" he praised, kissing down her spine.

"Want your cock." She begged, reaching behind her. But Eddie grabbed her hand and held it against her back. Leaning down towards her ear.

"Oh no, brats don't get my cock. Especially brats who act like I don't exist." Eddie said

"I'm sorry! I am!" She begged but he refused. Sliding his fingers in and out of her as fast as he could. His other hand reached down to rub her clit.

"Why did you do it?" Eddie pushed, he could feel her cunt clenching around him. He knew she was getting close.

"I...I" all she could do was stutter and moan. Her head spun as she felt her orgasm building. His fingers circled her clit perfectly.

"Tell me or you don't get to cum."

"Please, I need to cum!" She begged but he didn't slow down. Forcing her body to get close.

"Say it!"

"I WAS SCARED! I didn't want you to reject me and I like you and fuck, I've liked you for so long." Her orgasm was right there, two more circles on her clit and she'd be cumming. "I was scared it was only because you were drunk and I'd be too young to have a relationship with you. Scared it was sex and that's it." She panted. "Didn't want to be a young fuck FOR YOU!" she screamed as she came, he fingered her through it. He touched her clit with the perfect amount of pressure and attention. She clawed at the couch as she soaked his fingers.

"That's a good girl. Keep cumming, baby. Give it all to me." He praised, fingering her slowly as he helped her ride it out. Her hips pushed back on his fingers as she rode his fingers.

She fell onto the couch, her body weak. Eddie slipped his fingers out of her, moving her underwear over to soak up her wetness. He gave her covered cunt a harsh slap. He turned her around, his hand on her neck as she faced him. Her face was red as she panted.

"My pretty girl, so much more than a young fuck." He said, his knees on either side of her as he placed himself above her lap.

"Really?" She whimpered out, her voice insecure and weak.

"Mhhm, I like you too. And I've liked you for years. Sure, a young pretty girl catches the eye of the neighbor in a troubled marriage. Teases me through the windows, thinks of me when you masturbate, and even watches me jerk off. Practically a porno in the making. " He teased, a smile on his face. "But what if the older neighbor admitted to his wife there was another woman stuck in his head? So she left. And I finally went after you, I made all the moves and we became friends. We got drunk and had the best sex of our lives. And it was great because there were feelings from both of us." He continued.

"I like you, and it killed me to watch you run away from me." He admitted, his fingers tracing her face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." She apologized, her hand covering his on her face.

"It's okay, I was scared too."

"Does this mean I get to date my extremely sexy older neighbor?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows. A warm feeling in her stomach as Eddie laughed.

"Mhhm definitely." He whispered, leaning down to smash his lips on hers.

For the first time, they spent the night together. Her head was on his chest, his fingers playing with her hair. Eddie felt loved and wanted, two things he didn't have in his marriage but he found it in the girl next door.

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[koolades-world]

i saw the cat and corvid mc ones and i wanna see dog-like mc so bad, like one whos very loyal, loves cuddling with loved ones, if they had a tail and one of the gang came home itd be faster than a helicopter i think, if they see anyone with food theyd just come up to them with their puppy dog eyes, they just lounge around in random spots nearby the characters or even lays their head/body on them. sometimes theyll be playing with something and be possessive over it and a "Whats that in your mouth" situation comes in and they run away taking random stuff they found lying around the HoL, maybe theyre also rly playful and love playfighting and stuff like tug of war

thats just a few things that come off the top of my head lol how the mc is like is up to you, sorry if theres too much or doesnt make sense! xoxo

haha hi!!! yes of course!

this is such a fun idea. i may or may not have based this reader off my goofy goober of a dog. she's so sweet but sometimes i wonder if theres even a single thought in that head of hers haha

enjoy <3

Dog-like Mc

Lucifer

getting lock out of his bedroom always proceeds as such: being sad that you're locked out, sitting sadly in front of the door and scratching at it, lucifer feeling bad and eventually letting you in so you can sit on his bed and ruin the freshly made sheets lol

rinse and repeat the cycle nightly

the puppy dog eyes work very well on him

since he handles his brothers so often, he's good at getting you to listen when you're off in lala land or something along those lines

Mammon

he himself is kinda dog like, so the two of you get along pretty well

both of you would follow the other to the worlds end <33

you probably steal his sunglasses from time to time and he has to hunt you down to get them back, just because when he said “drop it” you accepted that as a challenge lol

the only difference in the two of you, however, is that you’re much more open with how you feel and will not hesitate to admit that you love him even if it flustered him haha

Levi

he's a little wary of having you in his room

he has lots of valuables that he treasures and while he's a little afraid you'll steal and or mess something up, he genuinely cares about you and is willing to get past that

however he did need a day away from you after you drooled on his Ruri pillow haha

after he got to know you better, he really appreciated always having an outgoing buddy to go out in public with someone that wasn't one of his brothers

Satan

sitting with him while he reads!! randomly laying your head in his lap <3

you always check out what's in his mug while he reads despite the fact that it never changes (it's always tea) but maybe one day it'll be something delicious, like chips haha

he's wary of taking you into a cat cafe, but surprisingly, all the cats love you!

now he's questioning if he's really a cat, or if he's a dog person lol

Asmo

you let him do any kind of skincare and treatments he wants on you

and he thinks it's great! until he sees you at the end of the day and it kinda looks like you swam in a mud puddle

he's not going to be the one to subject you to a bath so he always shoos you off and tells you to go clean up before you can get something else done (my dog hates water lol)

if he's ever missing one of his rather tasty smelling skincare products or a brush, or something like that, he just opens a bag of chips and summons you + beel (see below lol)

Beel

please the amount of food you're getting from him

those puppy dog eyes work so well and he can't help but give in every single time

both of you come running every time someone opens a chip bag even if it's on the other side of the house haha. if the others have issues finding you, that's how they do it quick and easy

every meal of yours is eaten together, of course

Belphie

the realest cat and dog dynamic ever!

please there's no way you're not jumping on his bed just for fun while he's sleeping in it. he's convinced it's to annoy him but it's just you being incredible oblivious and wanting to have fun

you guys are best friends. i don't make the rules haha

when you do want to nap with him, however, it's the best nap you've ever had and is probably a very cute pic

[pfhwrittes]

housemate!kyle x gender neutral reader let's goooooo.

rating: PG-13 (for now) pairing: eventual kyle "gaz" garrick x gender neutral reader word count: 1.5k TW: bit of swearing, fluff, mentions of original characters AN: i fully plan on writing more of this, but i wanted to get the first part out before i start the next part. as always, barely edited so funky grammar and typos are still likely. this is completely self indulgent. please send love to @391780 for cheerleading me with this one!

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your housemate sucks since meeting her new boyfriend. 

your normally sociable, polite and reasonable housemate has turned into some kind of lust-crazed succubus since meeting dale, spending hours upon hours of her time shut in her bedroom with him. and if she doesn’t shut the fuck up in the next five minutes you’re going to kick her door in. or castrate him. or possibly burst into sleep deprived tears.

“oh! oh god! fuck! dale, baby, oh my god!”

jesus fucking christ. it’s 4.30am and ruby is wailing like a cat in heat at the top of her fucking voice. she’s so loud you could swear she and her soon to be castrated boyfriend were fucking in your bedroom instead of the room next to yours. briefly you debate yelling at the top of your lungs but you don’t want to disturb the neighbours any further, so with a muttered curse you snatch your pillow and duvet off your bed and stomp downstairs to the living room so you can sleep on the sofa. 

you get settled onto the sofa and glare at the ceiling in the living room, the sound of rhythmic thumping and moaning still audible even with the increased distance between you and the nymphomaniac formerly known as ruby. you mutter and grumble to yourself as you shut your eyes trying to get at least a little bit of sleep before needing to get up for your job interview in the morning. 

–

at midday you kick the front door shut behind you and shrug your coat off your shoulders as you step further into the hallway. 

“hey i’m home!” you call up the stairs, “my job interview was an utter shit show so i’m thinking we get a chinese and a bottle of wine to commiserate, yeah?” you pause waiting to hear ruby’s usual reply reminding you not to order from the golden palace but silence greets you instead. 

“huh. weird.” you mutter to yourself as you pass through the living room, dropping your bag and coat on the sofa as you beeline towards the kitchen. ruby’s probably making something for lunch while listening to one of her creepy true crime podcasts. 

“hey ruby - oh.” you cut yourself off as you walk into the kitchen, no sign of ruby except for the used butter knife leaving a greasy smear on the counter and a pink post-it note stuck on the front of the fridge. you step forward to pluck the note off the fridge and squint at ruby’s loopy handwriting.

gone 2 stay w/ dale 4 a few days! look after widget for me - r xxxx

you huff a breath out of your nose and crumple the note into a ball so you can pop it in the kitchen bin with the crumbs you sweep off the side into your palm. ugh. it’s such a little thing but you feel frustrated tears well up in your eyes in response to having to clean up after ruby once again on minimal sleep. 

a tiny high pitched mrr! interrupts your internal grumbling and you turn around to face the little tabby that is waiting patiently by an empty food bowl. 

“hiya widge, have you been a good girl while i’ve been out?” you ask softly as you crouch so widget can bonk her head onto your outstretched hand. typically widget doesn’t answer but she chirps again before padding back to her bowl, politely requesting that you get with the programme and make with the biscuits before cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. 

you sigh and push yourself up from the floor, just another half finished job left for you. great. 

–

a week later, with no sign of ruby and your texts unanswered, your laptop chimes on the coffee table with a new email. you hope briefly that it’s one of the companies you’ve applied to responding to your application with an offer for a job interview, but your heart sinks as you realise it's an email from your landlord, john. 

you skim over the email and you feel your eyes sting as select phrases leap out at you. “i’m sorry to inform you that ruby has decided to end the tenancy agreement at 141 hereford way early” ... “you can choose to remain in the property as a sole tenant after an additional credit check to ensure your affordability” … “alternatively, please let me know when ruby has collected her belongings so i can advertise the room to other prospective tenants”. 

fuck. that utter bitch. she’s left you unemployed and now potentially living with a total stranger. fuck. 

your hands shake slightly as you reach for your laptop so you can start composing your reply to john. 

“hi john, thanks for letting me know. i haven’t heard from ruby in a week now, so i’m unsure when she’ll be able to collect her belongings but i think it’s probably for the best if you look at advertising her room as available to rent. i’ll start bagging up her belongings today. kind regards….” 

it’s official. your soon to be ex-housemate really fucking sucks. 

–

several days pass with a flurry of emails to john and even more unanswered texts to ruby, when a solid jaunty knock startles you out of the doze you’d dropped into on the sofa. you hiss as widget launches herself off your stomach using her claws for purchase so she can bolt up the stairs away from the noise. you swear under your breath as you kick one of the six black bin bags that line the hallway filled with ruby’s crap as you edge your way to the front door. the silhouette you can see through the frosted glass in the door knocks again just as you reach for the handle and pull the door open. 

“yeah yeah i’m here -” you cut yourself off with an embarrassed sound as you get a good look at the man standing at the threshold.  oh no, he’s fit as fuck is your first thought and you’re not wrong. 

the first thing you notice, as you flick your eyes over him quickly, is that he’s in incredible shape. the stranger has broad shoulders and a muscular chest that tapers off into a narrow waist. the second thing you notice when you raise your gaze back up to his face is that he has a jaw dropping smile when he flashes you a friendly grin. 

“hey, i’m kyle. your new housemate.” he says confidently, “john should’ve mentioned me.” 

you shake yourself out of the slight daze you’ve found yourself in - seriously no man should have skin that perfect - and you offer your own tentative smile back. 

“uh, yeah. sure. sorry i was -” you glance back into the hallway and cringe at the sight of the black bin bags “- um. in the middle of something.” you finish weakly, hoping you don’t look too obviously like you’ve been napping in the middle of the day. 

your housemate - kyle - rumbles out a slightly bashful chuckle. 

“no, no it’s fine. i would’ve been here earlier but i had to give a witness statement for the accident on the high street.” kyle reaches up and tugs at the brim of the scuffed blue baseball cap on his head awkwardly. 

“oh shit, really? what happened?” you query him eagerly, your love of gossip overriding your mild embarrassment in a flash. kyle’s eyes crinkle happily at your tone and he leans in conspiratorially, letting his hand drop away from his face. 

“some guy walked into an open manhole cover.” he says with a completely straight face. 

you burst out a startled laugh. “no fucking way!” 

kyle nods, his lips twitching in a poorly concealed grin. “yeah, stuck like winnie the pooh, i swear to god.” 

you have to hold onto the edge of the open door to stop yourself from collapsing into fits of laughter. “how -” another gleeful cackle escapes you before you can compose yourself, “how the fuck did he manage to do that?”

kyle shrugs. “he just walked straight through the barrier, surprised the lanky fucker missed it really.” 

you collapse into laughter again, feeling your cheeks ache from the width of your grin. holy shit, that’s the best thing you’ve heard all day. eventually your slightly hysterical laughter peeters out and you wipe at your eyes as you look at kyle who is grinning back at you. 

“so, fancy letting me in then?” he nudges at the frankly massive khaki rucksack at his feet after a moment of silence as if to remind you that he isn’t just here to charm you with silly stories and his offensively handsome good looks. your embarrassment flares once again as you realise you’ve just been looking at him instead of asking him to come inside like a normal person. 

“sorry, yeah of course.” you step back from the door and turn around so he can’t see the way your cheeks are now flushed from embarrassment instead of laughter. “sorry about the mess.” you say apologetically over your shoulder as kyle follows you into the hallway.

“oh i dunno, it doesn’t look too bad to me.”

you hear kyle kick the door shut behind him and you laugh again to cover up the way your stomach flutters at his tone. if you didn’t know better you’d say he was flirting with you, but you discount that as wishful thinking on your part as you lead him towards the stairs. 

it is wishful thinking, right?

[morelikeravenbore]

Croissants & Comfort

Or: Sebastian Sallow loves being married.

Husband!Sebastian, Domestic!Sebaura. Mild sexual references and passing mentions of nudity but otherwise sfw. Written for a discord writing event with the prompt comfort food.

Word count: 1.1k

🦋 [my HL masterlist] 🦋

Sebastian Sallow absolutely, resolutely, with every fibre of his being and inch of his damaged soul, hates cats.

While others, perhaps those more trusting than he, might coo over bright eyes and bushy tails, fluffy paws and little pink noses, Sebastian sees only the sharp claws and pointy teeth of a predator. So when one of them shows up on his doorstep meowing for his soul (or for food, who can tell when it comes to cats?), he closes the door in its little demon face and pretends he never saw it.

Likely, it’s only next door's cat coming to investigate the newly-weds who've just moved into the tiny cliffside cottage, but to him, it’s a dark omen: anything that can supposedly raise itself from the dead nine times is not the type of creature he wants anywhere near his home.

After all, he's had enough of necromancy to last him nine lifetimes of his own.

'Was there somebody at the door?' his wife calls out in French.

Wife.

Sebastian grins like an idiot. Oh, how he loves having a wife.

'Non,' he calls back. His French is still terrible, but likely this is due to the fact he can't stop kissing his French tutor (who also happens to be his wife, who he's married to) long enough to learn anything.

Practically skipping through the cottage, he finds said wife in the kitchen wearing nothing but one of his shirts. The sight of her standing there all supple-skinned and soft-haired and half-naked makes him ache in every fathomable way a husband can. Without another poorly-spoken word in French, he scoops her up, marches her off to the bedroom and forgets all about the cat at the front door.

The second time the cat comes to enquire, it’s via the half-open bedroom window on a blissful Sunday full of slow kisses, little to-no-clothing and other such marital delights. Boneless, Sebastian is sprawled gloriously naked across the bed in a patch of late-afternoon sun with a satisfied grin plastered across his face. His wife, also gloriously naked, sleeps soundly beside him, breathing sweetly on his shoulder with her arms and legs thrown haphazardly across his body. He wishes she were awake (desperately so), but after she practically fell asleep on him mid-smooch, he conceded to let her nap a while to regain her strength. Still, he can't help but trace his fingers up and down her spine, through her hair, along the curve of her waist and over the bumps of her ribcage until he's panting with barely suppressed desire—

He can't help himself — being married has ruined him.

The cat interrupts his breathless worship with a curious little chirrup through the window. Sebastian quickly preserves his modesty with a pillow (lest the cat is not actually a cat at all) and glowers at the unwanted intruder.

‘Shoo!’ he hisses, mindful not to wake the sleeping angel by his side.

When the cat refuses to shoo, he shoo's it again with a French accent.

When that fails, he lobs the pillow at it.

The third time the cat appears, it's cradled so tenderly in his wife's arms that he feels a pang of jealousy that she's not holding him to his chest like the most precious thing in the world. They both look up at him with matching sets of big, pleading eyes (hers as blue as the ocean, the cats as black as a soulless void), but Sebastian is unmoved.

‘Absolutely not,’ he says flatly, pointing at the door.

Aurélie pouts and hugs the cat tighter. ‘But she's hungry!’

‘Aurélie, no way. No.’

Sebastian doesn't mind that his wife gets whatever she wants. After all, he is at his happiest when she is — but a cat is out of the question.

After Aurélie begrudgingly puts the cat out, the only touches he gets for the rest of the night are the daggers she glares into his back; this is the first disagreement they've had as a married couple, and it kills him.

Before he crawls into bed that night, he leaves a stupid bowl of scraps out for the stupid cat.

‘I fed the cat,’ he tells his pouting wife, reaching for the soft, warm weight of her under the covers.

She turns to him, all perfectly soft sweetness, and smiles, ‘I knew you would.’

Several hours and many, many kisses later, Sebastian goes to sleep a happier husband than he'd been in waking.

He wakes up considerably less so.

Beyond the bedroom windows, the ocean is loud, smashing itself into salt against the cliffs.

The cat yowling out the back is also loud, smashing itself against the door for food (or for his soul.)

Very reluctantly, Sebastian extracts himself from the tangle of sheets and limbs, struggles into the first pair trousers he's worn in weeks and drags himself from the bedroom with every intention of giving the cat a gentle nudge up the backside with his foot. On the way through the kitchen, he commits a French sacrilege by stuffing a day-old stale pastry into his mouth before wrenching open the back door.

He glares down at the cat; she's only a wee tawny thing, but he's absolutely positive she'd try to kill him in his sleep given half a chance.

He narrows his eyes.

‘What do you want?’ he growls in English: he doesn't have the patience to butcher French at five-thirty in the morning — especially not for a cat.

The fallacious feline eyes the half-eaten pastry in his hand with a hopeful tilt of its head. Sebastian scoffs: of course the French cat wants his pastry. He expected nothing less.

With a long sigh, he sits on the top step of the porch, pastry firmly in hand. Before him, a vast horizon of sparkling turquoise ocean stretches out as far as he can see — a far-cry from the wilds of Scotland he's grown accustomed to. In the Highlands, the landscape rarely changes: for thousands of years, the scrubby heather-covered hills and rocky, sky-reaching outcroppings have stood unmoved by time or weather — consistent in its beauty, dependable in its familiarity. But in the south of France, the ocean changes day by day, hour by hour; the waves that bid him good morning are not the same that lull him to sleep at night, and though Sebastian understands that his home — his real home — dwells in the heart of the sleeping woman just inside, in France he feels… adrift.

Still, at least the food is good; a small comfort in an unfamiliar land.

He offers a scrap of pastry to the cat.

‘This isn't going to become a thing,’ he warns it.

But it does.

It becomes a thing every single morning.

[lavendernlilac]

It’s late at night when Scar finally finishes up his rounds during patrol. He stands on top of a building, the colors of his Hotguy suit bright under the shine of the moon. He takes a look around, finding the streets of his city safe and quiet. He hasn’t dealt with much tonight besides a robber or two; typical.

He takes a glance at the time through his HUD display, wincing. 5:45am. Well, it’s not six in the morning, so that’s some sort of improvement. He lets out a sigh, shoulders sagging low. “Time to call it a night for this hot guy.”

Turning around, Scar takes off, jumping along rooftops with the braces of his suit pushing him forward. The air is crisp and cool as the breeze moves through the loose strands of his hair. They’re slowly approaching autumn, a thought that makes him smile faintly. He heads in the direction of home, but it isn’t his own apartment. No, no, it belongs to his other half.

It takes him roughly forty five minutes to reach his destination, stopping at the roof of the building right next to the apartments in front of him. Scar takes a careful glance around, making sure that there aren’t any extra eyes watching him. At most he finds a stray cat sitting on the fire exit stairs right by someone’s stairs that he coos at. Other than the cat, the coast is clear. Nodding to himself, Scar jumps down, landing carefully on the fire escape right by the window he’s looking for.

He gives the window a small test, pushing up on it. To his relief the window is unlocked, and he slips right inside the apartment. He climbs through, booted feet landing silently on the floor. Making sure to lock the window behind him, Scar takes a breath. He surveys the bedroom he’s in, the last bits of the moon spilling in through the window to create a streak of light. It’s just enough to light up the sleeping person in front of him, and instantly Scar softens at the sight.

See, he has the wonderful privilege of not only being a bodyguard to famous pop star Ariana Griande, but her boyfriend as well. Not that anyone knows about that second bit.

Taking a moment to simply admire his lovely girlfriend, Scar smiles softly. Her blanket is pulled up to her shoulders, one of her hands lying on the pillow next to her head. Grian’s glasses have practically fallen off her face, tilted and just barely clinging to her ears. Her long curls are splayed across her pillow, a few stray strands fallen in her face. He has to keep himself from giggling at the bit of hair in her mouth. The moonlight frames her perfectly, giving her a near ethereal glow as she sleeps comfortably under the covers. Scar has never been so enamored with someone before, so incredibly sure that she’s the only one for him.

Seeing her so cozy has Scar yawning, and he figures he may as well join her. He pulls his boots and bracers off, striping himself of the external parts of his suit. He’s left with the bare bones of it, just the pants and shirt. His bow and quiver sit against the wall, innocuous. Although after some thought Scar pulls his shirt off as well. Before climbing into bed with Grian, he sets his visor on the nightstand. He also carefully takes Grian’s glasses off her face so that they don’t break in her sleep.

He knows how much she hates wearing contacts, she wears them enough as is when she performs as Griande.

Glasses safe, Scar tiptoes around the bed, deeming it safer to get in on the other side. Standing at the edge of the bed, Scar cringes as the springs creak right when his knee touches the mattress. He powers through it, hoping to avoid waking Grian. And he thinks he does a pretty good job of it!

Scar comfortably lays down on his side, facing Grian’s back. He scoots toward her, holding his breath as he ever so slowly wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. He gets a hint of Grian’s strawberry scented shampoo and instantly relaxes, comfortable. This? This is the perfect way to end a quiet night of patrol. Scar sighs with content, pressing a kiss to Grian’s hair. He lets his eyes fall shut and—

“Well you’re here earlier than yesterday.”

He yelps at the sound of her voice, flinging himself back. “G-G-Grian!” he exclaims, startled. He sets a hand against his chest, feeling how his heart races. “Oh my gosh you scared me—how long have you been awake?!”

Grian laughs, the sound full of mischief and melody. “Would it make you feel better if I said you woke me up when you took my glasses off?” she asks. “I was already awake but I can pretend.”

Scar heaves a breath, shaking his head. “Of course you were awake as soon as I got in. You’re such a light sleeper.”

“Nah, I just sleep better when you’re here,” Grian sleepily answers, rolling over to face him. She greets him with a cheeky smile, and Scar can’t help but return it.

“Hi, beautiful.” He reaches for her once more, kissing her nose. Just like Grian, he sleeps a lot better with her in his arms.

Grian playfully rolls her eyes at him, affection soft in her expression. “Hi, handsome,” she returns. “Not hiding any injuries on me this time, are you?” She squints at him with suspicion through the darkness.

“No ma’am!” Scar denies. “Unless you count some little bruises, that is,” he amends after a moment, thinking about it. “Some robbers wanted to play tough rather than sitting still to wait for the cops. Not to worry though, they were no match for good ol’ Hotguy.” He grins at her, slipping his hand under the cotton shirt she wears. The act feels so natural, as he settles his palm against the middle of her back.

“Scar, your hand is cold!” Grian yelps as he touches her. “Out! You can touch me when you’re warm.” She frowns.

He looks at her with a small pout, “Oh Grian, you’d let me suffer with cold hands all by myself? After spending the night bravely fighting against evil?”

“Yes.” Grian doesn’t hesitate with her answer.

Scar ups the antics, pulling out the puppy dog eyes as he pleads with her. "You won't even warm me up?"

"You can put your hands under the blanket if you want them to be warm," Grian replies, refusing to give in.

"But Griaaaaan," he whines at her, looping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. "You're my favorite blanket."

"Scar!" Grian huffs at him, setting her hand against his chest. She sighs with fond exasperation, "of course you're not wearing a shirt."

Scar hums, nuzzling his cheek against her head. "I thought you liked seeing me shirtless?" he teases, pressing his cold palm further against her back. He grins as he feels her shudder in his grasp. "Gets you all weak in the knees."

"Oh my god, shut up and get under the covers before you start freezing." Grian moves back to let Scar pull the blankets up, giving him room.

Wasting no time, Scar joins her under the covers with a content sigh. He feels the warmth almost immediately, and Scar practically melts. "Oh sweet warmth, I could fall right asleep just like this," he hums. "Although, something is missing." Meeting Grian's eyes, Scar grins at her before reaching out, pulling his girlfriend right into his chest once more. And just to be extra mischievous, Scar slips his hand under her shirt again. Though, some of the effect is lost now that his hand is a bit warmer. "There we go. Now I'm all ready for bed."

Grian huffs lightly at him, tucking her head under his chin. He smiles as her arm wraps around him, scooting closer. "I'm glad you're not hurt," she mumbles to him. "Else I would've had Skizz track those guys down so I could give them a piece of my mind."

Scar laughs in return, the sound full of warmth as he runs his fingers through her hair. "I'm a superhero, sweetheart. It's a part of the job description."

"I don't care," Grian grumbles, pressing her lips against his chest.

His chest swells with affection, and Scar squeezes her in his arms. "Maybe I should start calling you Hotgirl then," he teases.

Grian pinches him, "Absolutely not, if you call me that I'll lock my window next time you want to sneak in late."

He laughs again, and god he loves this girl. He'd give her the whole world if she asked him to. He'd steal the sun right out of the sky just to gift it to her to see her smile if he could. Scar doesn't care what price he'd have to pay, he'd do anything to make Grian happy, to keep her happy for as long as he lives. He moves back, looking down at her. "I love you," he says, voice soft like honey, vibrant and thick and so painfully sweet.

She smiles at him, reaching up to cup his face in her hands. "I love you too." Grian pulls him down, pressing their lips together with soft intention. Scar melts into it with ease, like it's as natural as breathing; with Grian it is. There's nothing easier than being with her. He moves his lips against hers lightly, nipping at her bottom lip. Grian sighs quietly, one of her hands moving to tangle in his hair, pulling it out of the ponytail he keeps it in. Scar pulls her closer against him, pressing his lips a little harder against her.

Grian lets him move her, feeling him nudge his knee in between her legs. His thumb strokes her back lovingly as he nips at her lip once more, earning himself a pretty, yet muffled noise from her.

Yet before they can go any further, Grian pulls away, breathing heavy as she looks at him. Her hand remains in his hair, strands tangled around her fingers. "As much as I love where this is going, you've been out all night and haven't gotten any rest," she says.

Scar pouts, but doesn't argue against her. He is tired. He sighs dramatically, "I guess going to sleep would be better than staying up and having a good time with you."

Grian groans at the pun on his name, knocking her head against him. "You're insufferable. Go to sleep, Scar."

He chuckles at her reaction, bundling her up in his arms. "Alright, alright. Good night, my pretty bird."

"Good night, Scar," Grian sighs softly, setting her head right under his chin, embracing him. "...thank you for coming home in one piece."

Scar lets his eyes fall shut, tucking his face into her hair. "For you? Always."

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

More Nekoma HCs

• Teshiro’s really good at those pen spinning tricks, the other first-years pop off when he does it. He also has the best handwriting of the first-years and they borrow his notes before big tests. Lev's handwriting is borderline illegible— he claims its cause he's Russian but everyone calls him out on his bullshit ("Dude, your first language is Japanese??")

• Fukunaga carries around a slide whistle, when he's not on court he plays it every time someone dives for the ball

• Shibayama's the kinda guy to send buzzfeed quizes in the team groupchat and make everyone take them ("Dont you guys wanna know what cat breed you are?"). Most of the team groan but secretly find it endearing. Kuroo unabashadly loves it and commends Shibayama's team spirit

• None of the second-years are good students— Kenma spends class playing mobile games under his desk or napping, Tora doesn't listen but even if he did he wouldn't process anything, and Fukunaga's in his own little world 90% of the time. Kenma skates by with general smarts but Tora and Fukunaga are in the TRENCHES. Kuroo and Kai help tutor them when needed

• The whole team LOVES Akane, that's their cheer captain!! She gets along best with Fukunaga and Kenma because they're closest to Tora but I think she'd also vibe a lot with Yaku cause they have a similar sassy energy (and height but shh). All of them treat her like an absolute queen, mess with her and you got 10 guys knocking at your door

• Tora picks people up a lot, he just grabs them and throws them over his shoulders. The most common victims are the second years but also Shibayama since he's "bite-sized" as Tora so eloquently puts it. He tried it with Yaku a single time which did NOT go well, he hasn't again since

• When Hinata's in town to hang out with Kenma Inkuoka and Lev WILL find a way to crash it no matter what. The just happened to show up at the same arcade, what a conincidence!! Kenma gives them the death glare but unfortunately for him Hinata is more than happy to let them tag along

• Kai is generally really chill but when he yells he's louder than even Tora. The team finds this out at training camp when they're settling in for the night and the first years decide its a great time to have a pillow fight. One flies directly into a sleeping Kai's face. The other teams can hear the reprimanding through the walls (bro doesn't fuck around with his beauty rest)

• Sometimes they do video game nights at Kuroo's but Kenma is either straight-up banned or given severe handicaps. The one time he loses is during MarioKart when Kuroo starts waving his hands in front of his face and Kenma stops playing to wresting him away (he still manages to beat Tora somehow)

• Kuroo and Yaku argue all the time but if anyone else talks shit about them they hop to the other's defense immediately. You do not get away with making fun of Yaku's height unless you're Kuroo himself.

• Kuroo's the biggest fan of Fukunaga's jokes, as a fellow pun enthusiast he appreciates him keeping the court light-hearted. He laughs way too hard even when they're not that funny and sometimes fires a quip or two back. Also Kuroo's definetly the type to literally slap his knee when laughing

• (Ignore the awful picture quality) There's this scene from the Tokyo Battles stage play where Shibayama dances along with Akane and Alisa from the stands and it's the cutest thing ever i'm obsessed. Anyways I think he's the king of the bench cheerleaders, he teaches Teshiro and Inuoka all the little dances and chants

alright thats it for now, long live Nekoma

[themidnightcrimson]

bubblegum ࿏ wm

summary: in which wanda is a lenient mommy, but her leniency can only go so far.

words: 5.2K

warnings: soft mommy!wanda, top!wanda, f!reader, bottom!reader, mommy kink, ownership, punishment, edging, orgasm denial, fingering, use of vibrator, use of dildo, brain goes brrrrr

this post is for 18+ only. minors dni.

masterlist.

Wanda loves you in all things pink.

Ballerina pink walls in your room. A little pink clock sitting high above the varnished white desk, a pink cat in the face of the clock ticking its whiskers towards the morning hour. Your pink bunny slippers lying discarded on the ground. The bubblegum color of your bedsheets that you grind between your fingers as your hands wake first, trying to find that smooth warm skin that you so dearly love. The pink of your lips, of your rosy peaks, of that space between your thighs, kept exposed throughout the night because she discards your pink nightgown before you fall asleep in her arms.

It's morning time, your favorite. Your hand crumples the pink duvet in its odyssey to find your lover. You can feel her slow, heavy breaths and hear them in your ear over the morning birds outside the window. You can feel her legs entwined with yours, your toes resting on the bones of her ankle. Hand meets arm—you’ve found her.

Slowly, your eyes blink open to see her. Wanda is lying facing you, one arm tucked under the pink pillow, one cast halfway over to you where she must have reached for you during the night but lost you before she fell back asleep again. Your hand has found her forearm, clutching it, fingertips pressing into the fleshy muscle there.

“Mommy,” you whisper as confirmation that this is whose arm your hand has found. Your Mommy, who sleeps with you every night, whom you always wake up to. Even if she wakes before you first, she resists the urge to get up to make you breakfast. She wants to be the first thing you see every morning.

A noise stirs in Wanda’s throat. Your hand, as if attracted to the sound, crawls up her arm and over her shoulder so that your fingers can wade through the ocean of orangey red curls to find the ridged column of her throat. Green eyes open to focus on you, a little puffy from sleep, and her ivory grin shines as the brightest thing in the room. “Good morning, baby,” she says, the vibrations of her voice buzzing through the skin of your fingers on her throat.

Her arm finishes its journey that it started sometime in the night, reaching to slide over your waist until it can press into your lower back, ushering you closer to her. You giggle as the front of your body presses against hers, taking in the delight of how warm and soft her skin is against yours. When she inhales, her tummy touches yours, and when she exhales, the force of her breath moves a strand of your hair.

As your thigh opens and cradles around her hips, her hand on your back slides up and buries itself in your hair. She moves your head forward so that she can press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Wanna suck,” you pull away to tell her, your tongue running wildly over the inside of your mouth, eyes darting down to her chest left exposed by the blankets that parted down when she had moved you towards her.

Wanda obliges, as she always does, guiding your head downwards until the hill of her breast presses into your nose, and your eager lips find the peak of it, wrapping around it and sucking. Your hand palms clumsily at her other breast, and you shiver when you hear the satisfied sigh that comes from her throat. One of her thighs comes forward to settle between yours, her knee bucking against the place that is still buzzing from the night before.

She takes pleasure in the sound you make as your hips start to grind against her, already hungry for friction and eventual release as you suckle on her nipple, nose infiltrated with the scent of her perfume from yesterday that is still damp against the valley of her chest. It’s your favorite smell.

Wanda hates leaving you when the pleasures of early morning turn into getting dressed for work, making you breakfast, and then having to leave through the front door. Something that helps the both of you to cope with these hours of absences is a pink leather collar that she belts around your neck loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough that you can feel it always. Throughout the day, when she is at work, she thinks about you at home and knows her collar is on your neck. When you find the house too big and empty without Wanda’s presence, your fingers find the leather and the tiny metal buckle, remembering as if it is her hand on your throat and not the collar.

You will spend the day watching TV or drawing or reading, wearing whatever outfit Wanda has picked for you, accessorized by one of your favorite stuffies cradled in your arm. You will eat the lunch that she prepared for you in the pink tin lunchbox on the edge of the counter, visible enough that you walk by it and remember to eat, since she has to remind you so often.

Wanda takes pleasure in the details. She cuts your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into little crustless hearts. She fills your pink plastic water bottle full of water and tapes a little sticker heart to the front. She makes sure that she cuts your baby carrots into little strips because it looks more like French fries which you are much more inclined to eat. The homemade brownie tucked into its own square in the lunchbox has two chocolate chips for eyes and a bending line of chocolate chips formed into a smile. She cuts your apple into half-slices because it’s easier to chew. She tapes a note to the underside of the lunchbox lid, telling you to have a good day or to make sure you eat all your lunch, always signed with her initial inside a heart.

Wanda doesn’t give you many rules, besides that you don’t leave the house without her, stay away from the kitchen drawer full of knives marked with a red X sticker on the handle to remind you which one is unallowed, eat all of your lunch and finish the entire water bottle, and, as needed, lay out whatever meat she plans to use for dinner so it will be defrosted by the time she comes home. She prefers it when she gets home from work to find you kneeling for her at the door, but she understands when you forget. You are a good girl and don’t get yourself into trouble often, so she doesn’t need to lay out so many rules. The main rule, the one she has told you so many times that she doesn’t even have to tell you anymore, is that you keep your collar on all day. She wants to see it on your neck when she leaves and see it on your neck when she comes home. It’s simple. You’ve never broken this rule.

Wanda is a lenient Mommy. Sometimes babies are prone to accidents, she says. You might forget to eat the last of the veggies in your lunchbox. There may be an inch of water still in your bottle. Maybe you left a mess of your coloring books and crayons on the floor. Maybe you slipped out of the outfit she dressed you in so you can slip on one of her shirts because it soothes you while you miss her. Maybe you spilled juice on the kitchen floor and didn’t clean it up.

The only punishment you know for these simple accidents is when she gently reprimands you and helps you to fix whatever it is you slighted. She feeds you the last of the veggies, holds the bottle to your lips to finish the last of the water, helps you put the coloring book and crayons back in their place, puts back on the clothes she picked out for you, leans down to the floor with you and wipes up the juice with the paper towels that have little hearts and flowers on them.

She never raises her voice, she never gets angry, and she never punishes you further than the upsetting disappointment on her face. She spoils you.

Her leniency could only go so far. That day when you woke and placed your fingers to her throat, you found yourself restless after she left for work. The crayons did not appease you, so you left them scattered on the floor of your room. You tried to watch TV but could not settle yourself comfortably enough on the couch. You forgot to eat the lunch she made you or drink any of your water. She had texted you to tell you to lay some chicken out for dinner, but your mind was wandering, and you forgot. She wouldn’t answer any of your texts after that, which you knew meant she was having a busy day at work, but it upset you more than usual.

Seeking comfort, you tiptoed into the bathroom and tore off the pink skirt and shirt she had dressed you in before you left. You stepped into the shower and bathed yourself in her shampoo and soap instead of yours, taking in all the scent of her you could smell. You even blotted her perfume on your chest the same way you watched her do in the mornings before work, though you didn’t know how fast the perfume came out of the bottle, and accidentally emptied it on your skin and left it lying messily on the sink without even putting the lid back on. You pulled on one of her hoodies and sweatpants, which flooded you, and nestled into the couch, watching one of your favorite cartoons while you waited miserably for her to get back home.

At some point in the late afternoon, you fell asleep, clutching your stuffie to your chest as you napped on the couch.

Wanda had a difficult day at work. All that could go wrong, went wrong, and she found herself rubbing her eyes to stay awake as she drove home an hour later than usual. She expected you to notice, to be kneeling in front of the door waiting for her, having missed her even more than usual since she was late. She felt disappointment sack her in the chest when she opened the door to nothing, and then she saw you curled up asleep on the couch in her clothes.

Though she was irritated, she thought you looked cute like that, so she didn’t stir you. She went straight to the bathroom, eager to change out of her suit, when she stepped on something that cracked between her shoe and the bathroom tile floor. It was the lid to her perfume bottle—her eyes found the matching bottle sitting on its side on the counter, practically empty except for the last bit which had leaked from the upended bottle into a pool of scent on the counter.

She noticed that the shower curtain was left open and so were her bottles of shampoo and soap. Irritation goaded her as she realized how messy you had left her bathroom, and she grew even more frustrated when, in her bedroom, she saw that you had gone through all her drawers to change into her clothes, fabrics lying rumpled on the floor.

It doesn’t matter, she told herself. Maybe you were frazzled because of her distance. She couldn’t blame you for that. When she walked past your room on the way to the kitchen, wanting to start dinner under the assumption that you were probably hungry since she would have had dinner made by then, she saw a mess on the floor of your room. Crayons and toys strewn all over, your bed unmade, some paints spilled onto the carpet. She balled her fists.

When she went into the kitchen, she noticed your lunchbox and bottle still sitting where she left it. Opening the box, anger flared in her when she realized that it was still full of the food she packed in it, and your bottle had not even been touched. She couldn’t take it anymore when she realized that you never laid out the chicken that she had asked you to.

Pursing her lips and taking slow breaths, she walked to the living room couch where you lay undisturbed, the hood of her hoodie you were wearing drawn over your head so that all she could see was your nose and your parted lips.

“Baby,” she said harshly, her hand not matching her voice’s anger as it gently touched your shoulder. “Wake up.”

Hearing Wanda’s distant voice, you groaned and moved, turning onto your back and slowly opening your eyes to see Wanda standing above you. Delight flared inside you, but the wide grin on your face did not mirror Wanda’s.

Her eyes were at your neck, which was bare. Before she could say anything, you shrieked, “Mommy! You’re home!” and jumped off the couch, launching yourself at her like a canon as you threw your arms around her.

Wanda stumbled with the force of your hug, but she didn’t hug you back. She placed her hands on your upper arms and peeled you from her, holding you steady as you looked up at her in confusion. Her eyes were at your neck again, and, out of habit, you slapped your hand to your throat, expecting your fingers to catch on the leather collar, but instead they just slipped over your skin.

Your eyes widened as you clawed at your neck, panic filling you. Where had the collar gone? You didn’t remember taking it off—the shower. You had taken it off to shower and didn’t put it back on. How could you be so forgetful?

It was a substantial disgrace, but as you searched Wanda’s stony eyes, your panic swelled. She must have had a bad day, you could tell. Your eyes sifted past her and to the kitchen where you saw your lunchbox and bottle untouched on the counter—how had you forgotten that, too? Her text message rung in your head—you never laid out the chicken.

Suddenly, as if Wanda’s absence had swept away your brain while she was gone, your brain came back to you with her reappearance. Everything you had forgotten to do during the day came rushing back at you in swirling, panic-filled thoughts as you mentally read the list she too was making behind her eyes. Maybe it would have been okay if you hadn’t forgotten to put the collar back on, but it was just the finishing touch on the unruliest day you ever had.

Excuses formed on your unmoving tongue, but they drained down your throat when Wanda spoke before you could.

“Go to your room. Take off your—my clothes—and put the collar back on. Kneel by the bed.”

There was no softness in her voice, no light, no care, no kindness. You’d never seen the vein in her neck that was bulging furiously for your attention, nor the stormy look in her darkened green eyes, nor the curve that formed between her creased eyebrows. It trembled you.

You didn’t ask any questions or say anything else as you sprinted to your room, listing her commands in your head so you wouldn’t forget. You peeled her hoodie and sweatpants from your body until you were diminished to nudity, found the collar and latched it around your neck, and even cleaned up the mess all over your room floor that went unnoticed by your eyes until now. You kneeled in front of the bed, head tipped down, and waited.

You thought she would come through the door soon after you knelt, but she didn’t. The room grew cold on your exposed body, and your knees started to ache from being bent for so long. Your fingers fiddled together as nervousness filled you—you wanted to reach for your stuffie on the bed, but you wanted to be kneeling obediently whenever she walked through the door. It must have been half an hour that passed, though it felt like years, before Wanda came through the door.

Gasping from the suddenness, your eyes lifted excitedly to see her. Maybe she was using the time to calm down. Maybe she would have forgiven you by now, but the hardness in her eyes told you otherwise. She was carrying a plate, and as she sat on the edge of the bed, you craned your neck to see that it was a sandwich and a cup of water she was carrying. The sandwich was not cut into a heart, and the cup had no heart stickers on it. It pained you, but you were reinflated by the thought that even as your bad behavior and proceeding punishment hung over your head, she still made sure you were going to eat.

“Come here,” she quietly ordered, and you turned and crawled in front of her lap, kneeling back down and feeling grateful that your room was carpeted.

“Mommy?” you began, but she looked at you with a sharp, silencing gaze. She set the cup down on the nightstand and picked up the sandwich, handing it to you. You raised your hand to take it, but she snatched it away suddenly, giving you a knowing look. She was going to handfeed you.

Gulping, you opened your mouth, and she moved the sandwich to it, and you took a bite. Under normal circumstances, she would have made you a full dinner, but you knew that she wanted to get this out of the way so she could deliver her ministrations.

Bite by bite, Wanda fed you the sandwich, feeling your teeth occasionally scrape her fingers. When the sandwich was gone, she lifted the cup to your lips and instructed you to drink the whole thing. You felt the instinct to reach up and hold the cup so it wouldn’t fall, but you trusted Wanda as she angled it so you could drink. Some of the water slipped out the side of your mouth, dribbling down to your bare chest, and when the cup was empty Wanda reached down and wiped the water away from your skin.

Then she sat, hands in her lap, with you kneeling in front of her and looking up at her expectantly. “Tell me what you did wrong today.”

Your eyes darted around, but you tried your best to keep them on her as you thought of the list of things you’d done wrong, which admittedly was long. “I—I didn’t eat my lunch. I spilled your perfume. I…left your clothes on the floor.” You hesitated, but she arched her brows, urging you to go on. “I changed out of the clothes you picked for me. I made a mess in my room.” Your voice was small and wavering, fingers tying together nervously. “I didn’t lay out the chicken.”

“And?”

“And my collar—I forgot to put it back on.”

She nodded slowly, signaling that that was enough. Her eyes were steady on you as she picked at the situation in her mind, trying to cautiously think of how to proceed.

“Come here,” she instructed, patting her lap. Carefully, you stood up and clambered to her lap, straddling her, glancing down in shame as her hands held your hips. “Look at me.” Your eyes met green. “You were very bad today, and Mommy already had a tough day at work. It hurts me to know that after a stressful day, I come home to my baby to find that she has been bad all day. How do you think that makes me feel?”

She wanted to make sure you understood what was happening before she did it, which scared you a little. “Bad,” you whispered.

“Yes. It makes Mommy feel bad.” She paused, her hand gently gliding up your waist. She didn’t like seeing you so upset, but she couldn’t keep spoiling you every day. “Is there anything you have to say for yourself?”

You hesitated, trying to think of the best thing you could say to make her feel better. All you could think of was a teary, “I’m sorry, Mommy.”

She didn’t say it was okay, nor did she even thank you for apologizing. She only laid you down on the bubblegum sheets and opened your legs, settling herself between them.

“How do you think Mommy should punish you?” she asked, her hands sliding down your thighs, nails scratching your skin lightly.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, shivering when she brought her hand directly to your slit and cupped it.

“You don’t know,�� she echoed slowly, enunciating every syllable as if they had never been strung together before, as if it were a new phrase she’d never heard of. “I don’t think that will do.”

You struggled to think of words as her fingers rubbed your clit, etches of desire already sparking in you. “I’m sorry, Mommy,” you pleaded.

“You already said that,” she snapped, her other hand sliding up your tummy until it found your breast and squeezed it harshly. “Should I ground you? No more going out on weekends, no TV, no coloring?”

Your eyes widened in fear as she threatened to take these things away. You loved going out with her on weekends, walking around the park, getting ice cream, always coming home with arms full of shopping bags because she spoiled you so helplessly. “No!”

“Don’t raise your tone at me,” she snapped harshly, her fingers pinching your clit. You yelped, hips jolting, but settled back down again, eyeing her with pouty eyes. You watched as her eyes softened—this was as hard for her as it was for you. “You have to think of something, baby. You’ve been so bad today.”

She looked down to watch as she dragged her fingers down to your entrance, dipping two of them inside you—you were still wet from grinding on her thigh that morning. You squeaked as she entered you, curling her fingers at their depths before dragging them back out, along with more wetness from your inside.

“I don’t know what to say, Mommy,” you whined as she entered you again, this time thrusting. Your skin was starting to warm up, face getting red, as she fingered you slowly and at her own pace. Wanda’s eyes returned to yours as she pumped her fingers in and out of you, watching your face make expressions of restrained pleasure, her head tilted curiously. Her thumb caught your clit and rubbed it as she kept curling her fingers to find that ridged spot inside you. It irritated you how easily she could wind you up, how you were always wet for her, the way the soft skin of her fingers slipped easily in and out of your hole, the soft wet sounds that your ears caught with every other thrust.

Your hands grabbed at the pink sheets as pleasure twisted and contorted in your tummy, building into a pressure that Wanda stoked at with a third finger inside you. She watched you, wordlessly, expressionless, as she tortured you into a knotted circuit of pressure, back arching off the bed, thighs squeezing around her hand, hips bucking. When she felt your walls tighten around her fingers, and watched you start to dip your head upwards as the pressure began to crack, she removed her hand from you entirely.

The room, that had grown brighter as your orgasm started to reach you, the very beginning of its tendrils having just climbed up your stomach, dimmed down. That horrid feeling, of nearly reaching a climax and having it ripped from you, from being full of her fingers to so painfully empty, crashed upon you. You looked at her with a whine.

“I think maybe I spoil you too much,” Wanda said casually, as if she hadn’t just exerted the worst torture upon you, as if her fingers weren’t wet with your juices. She reached over you and to the nightstand, pulling open a drawer and taking out a pink vibrator.

“Mommy,” you whined, thighs rubbing together in search of friction.

“I give you everything you want,” she said as she pushed your thighs open again. “Toys, gifts, playtime, orgasms.” She clicked the vibrator on, the buzzing sound filling your ears. You wanted to jump away from her when she pressed the vibrating end right to your clit. “I think spoiling you has turned you into a selfish brat.”

Her words hurt more than the vibrator torturing your already throbbing clit. She pushed it against your clit, watching the way your knees shook and your back arched, trying to both get closer to it and farther away from it.

“Mommy, please,” you begged, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets and resting your ankle on her hip as your legs moved restlessly around her.

“You didn’t even have your collar on when I got home,” Wanda said as she pushed the toy harder into your clit until all you could feel was vibrations rumbling up your tummy. “What kind of baby does something like that?”

“I’m sorry,” you said again, face starting to grow moist as the pressure she had just invited within you started to weakly rebuild, growing stronger with every second. “Please,” you said again, words melting away from your lips as the room grew brighter again. “Please, please—”

The vibrator silenced, and all you could hear were your own ragged breaths and the sound of the bed sheets crumpled under your fists. “No!” you whined as you realized Wanda had snatched yet another orgasm away from you with perfectly merciless timing.

“Brats get what they deserve, baby,” she said as she tucked the vibrator back into the nightstand before taking out something else—a pink strapless dildo, curved at the end for perfect pleasure. It was thin but long and bent to the shape of your insides, perfect for the torture she was bringing upon you.

Wanda was no longer finding it hard to punish you. She loved seeing you like this, whining, eyes tearing up, your pussy red and swollen from touch but no release. She eased the tip of the dildo inside you and grinned sharply at the way you screwed your eyes shut and tried to get away from her, but she grabbed you by the thigh and kept your legs open around her. She took pleasure in giving you all of it but nothing at the same time.

“Mommy,” you panted as you felt the dildo slip inside you, still feeling the ghost of the vibrator buzzing on your clit. It snaked inside you until you felt the curved end brush against that sweet spot so deep inside you, and she pumped it just like that.

Your wetness had dripped down to the sheets, staining them a darker shade of pink as you shook and squirmed on the bed, feeling feverish and burning up inside. Wanda traced a gentle palm over your lower tummy, pressing down just to make the feeling even worse inside you.

“If you cum,” she began, “You won’t get any weekend outings for a whole month.”

In the midst of your haze, you weren’t sure how many weekends that was, but it sounded like a whole lot as you whined, tears slipping down your cheeks. You could already feel the tender shivers of an orgasm inside you, and when she rubbed at your raw clit again, you felt helpless under the inciting surrender to release.

“Mommy, stop, I can’t,” you whined, trying to keep your hips still as she pumped the dildo inside you, feeling it deep in your tummy.

“You can’t stop yourself from cumming, but you can be a brat and disobey me all day without caring about I will feel about it?” Wanda said before tutting her tongue. “You really are a spoiled brat.”

Cries left your throat as your vision left you, feeling the air grow hot and the room bright. The orgasm was right there, reaching for you with its heavenly hands, and you tried your hardest to turn away from it. Your heels scraped Wanda’s hips as the bedsheets in your fists grew damp from your sweaty palms.

“Mommy, please,” you begged genuinely, barely opening your eyes just enough so you could look at her. “Please, I can’t.” You brought a hand to your face so you could clamp your teeth down on your wrist, trying to feel anything other than the tortuous pleasure Wanda gave you.

Wanda quickly took your wrist away from your mouth, holding your hand gently in hers. Even like this, she didn’t want you to get too upset and hurt yourself. Her thumb stroked over the wet indentions of your teeth on your wrist.

“Do you promise to be better from now on? No accidents and no forgetting to do the things Mommy tells you to do?”

You nodded furiously, and you meant it. “Yes, Mommy. I promise. I promise.” Your voice was strangled, like if you spoke too loudly you would lose concentration and cum all over the dildo inside you.

Wanda waited a moment, looking thoughtfully before she finally retracted the dildo. At first, you felt relief, but then you felt the shadow of the orgasm that had been hanging over your head the entire time still there, fading away into nothing. It was her last blow of punishment—no release at all.

You caught the whine in your throat, not wanting her to put the dildo back inside you and torture you even more. Now you just had to sit with the discomfort, your throbbing clit, knotted tummy, and wet, empty hole.

“Good girl,” she soothed as she put the dildo back in the drawer and closed your legs, crawling up to press kisses on your cheeks. “You did so good for Mommy, not cumming.”

“But Mommy—” You began, wanting to tell her that it still hurt, that you wanted her to award you for not cumming by letting you finally do it, but she pressed a kiss to your lips to silence you.

When she pulled away, she smirked and stroked your face. A slight change happened in her eyes. “Are you okay, baby?”

You nodded, but the words were tumbling from your lips. “But I wanna cum now.”

She laughed airily, gripping your chin between her fingers and looking at your blushing, distressed face. “Unfortunately, that’s part of the punishment, baby.” She kissed your nose and got up, picking up your clothes on the floor that you had discarded when you showered earlier. You were laying on the bed pathetically, clit throbbing so hard you could hear it in your ears, the ceiling spinning above you.

“Put these back on, puppy,” she said, handing them to you. “And don’t you dare take them off again until I tell you to.”

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Ritsu Sakuma x Reader ♡ Tags: Fluff, established relationship, casual romance, really wholesome, INTRO IS REALLY LONG, SORRY!, she/her pronouns ♡ Word count: 2,215 ♡ Synopsis: Inspired by the Meowsketeers scout story in which this card is featured in. I've been trying to read the scout stories since I never read them, and I thought that this one would be cute to add the reader in! Please note that this fic does not stay true to the story, but it has taken bits from it. A/N: There needs to be more Ritsu x reader fics.

Drenched in sweat, Ritsu slowly woke up from his nap in the ES gardens. His mind was still filled with thoughts of what happened the other day when Tsukasa confronted and withdrew some of the new members of Knights.

Ritsu pitied them, but what was said was the mere truth. That's the way Knights operated, it was never a unit to have fun with as an idol. But seeing those tearful faces did take a toll on him.

At that moment, Ritsu felt something heavy weighing on him. It wasn't what happened that day, but something physical that he could feel near his stomach.

'Who is it? Am I being attacked? It's not those pranks Tsukipi set up, right?' he thought tiredly. Unless it's (Y/N)...? No... she said she'd be busy today–

Ritsu was getting annoyed. "Hold on. You don't disturb people when they're sleeping!" he groaned. "Now I'm in a bad mood... Don't mess with me– Huh?"

Eyes wide open, Ritsu found that on his stomach was a black cat.

"Ugh, so it was this guy!" he fumed. "Get off! You're heavy and it's too hot...!"

Yet the cat wouldn't budge. It stayed lying on Ritsu's stomach as if he were a pillow. Ritsu wasn't having any of it though, no one dares disturb his sleep even if they were a cat! Getting angrier by the second, he decided to fight it off him.

"Hey! Ow! Don't dig your claws in me!"

"That Suo, he's late!" exclaimed Leo. "What a troublesome guy! I came early today since he gets angry at me when I come late."

"Unbelievable! He's wasting my precious time!" Izumi chided. "This is so annoying. Did your wanderlust infect Kasa-kun?"

Leo laughed. "Eh? What, what? Wahaha, that's funny, Sena! I suppose it's fate that Knights' leader is to be cursed by wanderlust!"

Frantic footsteps could be heard as Tsukasa barged into the studio panting. He apologised, mentioning to his seniors that he got involved in a little incident with Ritsu. That was when Ritsu entered the room, still arguing with the black cat he encountered outside.

"I told you to let go of me, didn't I?! Why can't you understand me, you stupid cat?!" Ritsu growled. "Do my clothes smell like catnip or something...?"

"A stray cat got attached to Ritsu-senpai and it won't let go of him," stated Tsukasa.

"Unbelievable. This was why you were late?" said Izumi. "There's got to be some way to pull it off. Just grab it by the neck like how a parent cat carries a kitchen– Owah! This guy tried to scratch me! If you were human, I'd have you pay compensation!"

Arashi suggested that they all calm down and get started on the retrospective – the reason why they were holding a meeting in the first place. If they ignore the cat, perhaps it would let Ritsu go!

But as Arashi started playing the video of their live, Leo noticed something. In the video, Leo pointed out the front row seats where beside a fan's feet, a black cat was seen.

"This guy, it saw Ritsu at Knights' live and came to meet him!" said Leo excitedly.

"Hah...? No way! That sounds so unrealistic," Ritsu replied before turning to the cat which started showing him affection. "Owah, what? Don't start licking my cheek!"

"Given its reaction, it probably did come to meet Knights," said Tsukasa. "Isn't it just the cutest? It probably fell in love with Ritsu-senpai's brave figure at the live!"

"What?! Don't say things so nonchalantly!"

But the other members of Knights had agreed to let the cat do what it wanted despite Ritsu's comments on how much of a disaster this was.

The cat didn't let go of him even during the retrospective. It lay sound asleep on Ritsu's lap. Knights had come up with a name for the cat too, 'd'Artagnyan', their 'newest knight that was drawn in by Knights.'

Ritsu didn't like this idea at all. He didn't see any resemblance between him and the cat that his fellow members were constantly pointing out too. Though, he didn't want to just kick it out. He wanted it to leave on its own volition.

"It clings to you like how you cling onto (Y/N)," stated Arashi causing Ritsu to erupt into a steam of embarrassment. "Maybe it finds your scent comforting~? If so, it might be satisfied with something that has Ritsu-chan's scent on it..."

"Something with my scent?" Ritsu repeated. "Ah, I just came to an unpleasant conclusion..."

He was talking about his favourite blanket – the only thing in this studio that had his scent on it. But there was no way that Ritsu wanted to give this unlucky cat his favourite blanket!

"Ah, wait! Don't suddenly pounce for my blanket, you idiot cat!" huffed Ritsu as he tried to yank the blanket away. He was now on the floor fighting with the cat. "Give it back! I don't want such an unlucky cat to use my blanket! Guys, please help me out here!"

"Oi, oi. There's no need to get so worked up over something like this, right, Ritsu?" said Leo. "I know it's annoying, but it'll be dangerous if you get violent in here, no?"

"But I really like this blanket! I won't allow it to use it! Ah, don't scratch it–"

"Please calm down, Ritsu-senpai...!" sputtered Tsukasa.

But before Izumi could assert himself to scold Ritsu, you had rushed into the studio. Arashi had texted you about the situation before they started their retrospective, hoping that you'd come to solve the issue at hand. After all, you solved a lot of their problems before, it became customary to ask you for help.

"Ritsu, are you okay?" you asked worriedly, bending down. "Hey, what's wrong? You're not usually like this."

"(Y-Y/N)?!" Ritsu blurted, perplexed at your sudden appearance. "W-What are you doing here?"

You answered that even though you were busy with your own assignments today, you couldn't just ignore what was happening with Knights, with him.

"Is this what's bothering you?" You tried picking up the cat, but it immediately started hissing at you. "Ah! Okay, I'm not going to pick you up then...! Anyway, Arashi texted me all the details already. Why don't you just give up the blanket, Ritsu?"

"N-No!" he cried. "I can't!"

"I don't understand why you like that blanket so much," said Izumi. "I'll buy you a new one if that makes you happy–"

"That's not it! (Y/N) bought me this one!"

Everyone had gone silent over that fact.

"Then I'll buy you a new one," you offered.

"No!" Ritsu protested. "You got this for me when we were first years! I can't just let that go!"

Ritsu usually wasn't this worked up, so you knew he was upset about something other than his blanket. But you also knew that he was a very sentimental person too, so you couldn't just force him to give up something that he truly loved. It was sweet that he had kept this blanket up until now though. It showed how much he loved you.

"I have an idea," you suddenly said. You rummaged through your bag and pulled out a white sweater. "This also has Ritsu's scent on it."

"Wait," Ritsu began. "That's my sweater."

"Mhm, my favourite one too!" you giggled. "If we give the cat this, then it'll give up on the blanket!"

"B-But (Y/N), you love that sweater...!" he said.

"I do, but you love that blanket too, right? I'll give this up so you can have your blanket back!"

With how selfless and thoughtful you were being, Ritsu had finally cooled down.

"N-No, it's fine," he said sadly. "I'll let it keep the blanket, you keep the sweater, okay? I'm sorry, everyone, I went overboard. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

"Ritsu..."

He picked up his blanket with the cat still attached to it and left the building quietly. The meeting with Knights had come to an end. You sighed, apologised and thanked Knights for putting up with your boyfriend before following after him.

Ritsu was situated on one of the tables at the ES gardens, his head laid on his arms as he watched the black cat sleep in his blanket.

"It's my fault that Knights ended up fighting again... If only this cat hadn't been there. No, I should've been calmer..." he murmured. "It would've been better if I had analysed the situation calmly like I usually do, and brought it to a positive conclusion..."

"Ritsu~" you called out.

With the sound of your voice, his eyes immediately gravitated towards you. He didn't lift his head though, he was too tired for that.

"(Y/N)..."

"Here," you said, pressing a cold can of soda to his cheek. He cried at the coldness but quickly covered his mouth from being too loud. He didn't want to wake up the cat despite how annoying it was today.

"Ah, thank you..." he said, taking the can from you. He laid it in front of him, not opening it. "(Y/N), I'm really sorry about earlier. You were busy, and Nacchan had to call you over to deal with something so small."

"Eh, it's okay~," you said. From behind, you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close to you. "I'm nearly finished with my assignments anyway. But Ritsu, are you really okay?"

Ritsu strained a smile, but he held your arm in a way to comfort himself. "I'm fine now. I'm going to sit here and reflect on my actions until this stupid cat wakes up. If I ignored the cat in the studio and it gets restless, it might be even more troublesome."

You laughed. "It's so cute when it's sleeping. It reminds me of you."

"Eeehhh? Why does everyone keep saying that?" he asked.

"Well, it's cute and you're cute! Also, it takes naps just like you, hehe~"

Ritsu sighed but laughed along. "Ah, you're wearing the sweater," he said, finally noticing the baggy look on you.

"Yep! I'm glad I didn't need to give it up in the end, but I do feel sad that you had to give your favourite blanket away," you said.

"It's fine. Maybe it'll let it go later..." he started. "Well, I hope it does anyway. I really do like that blanket..."

He chuckled, reminiscing the time you first got him the blanket. The two of you met just before entering Yumenosaki. You were Mao's friend initially, but he had introduced you to Ritsu during the time he had to repeat his first year. Ritsu had treated you coldly at first, but when you spotted him sleeping in the gardens, coming to know of his illness, you had decided to gift him a blanket for him to use.

It was a blanket you had bought at a shop in town, nothing special, but Ritsu thought the world of it. Even when he treated you so poorly, you were still so nice to him – to accommodate him in this way. He grew fond of the blanket, but he mostly grew fond of you.

After that day, he stuck to you just like the cat he was watching now.

"You know, I'm surprised it's still kept in good condition after all these years," you pointed out. "We're in our third year now... and it still looks brand new."

"I take good care of my things, (Y/N)~," he said. "And I'll be keeping that blanket for as long as I can."

You smiled and gave him a peck on the back of his head. "Anyway, aren't you going to tell me what got you so riled up? It can't just be because of the cat, right?"

"Ah, right..." he said. He opened the can that you gave him and began to drink the contents of it. "So, this is what happened..."

He explained everything to you, recalling what happened that day when they had to withdraw some of the new Knights members. He was honest with his feelings, how bad he felt when he saw those tearful faces, how bad he felt when he knew that those dreams were being crushed.

But after some reassurance from you, Ritsu felt a lot better. That's when Tsukasa showed up to check up on him too. A suggestion of finding foster parents for the cat was brought up which Ritsu agreed to.

By time, he grew fond of the cat albeit he still wanted it gone. But things had resolved themselves, and Ritsu was back to his calm, analytical self again.

You had come to say goodbye to the cat, d'Artagnyan, too. This time, it had let you hold it.

"Hehe, it really does remind me of you," you told Ritsu who immediately turned red. "Don't miss Ritsu too much, you hear me~? I hope you live a comfortable life."

Watching you be so gentle with the cat like that had Ritsu feeling some sort of way. He smiled gently to himself, appreciating that you were there with him, that you were there to console him and to listen to every word he had to say. There was nothing better in this world – even his favourite blanket – that would compare to you.

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HotD ✨Cat edition✨

Note: I keep seeing cat editions of characters in different fandoms. I will be stealing that idea now.😗

You had been hired to work at a cat café for some extra cash. It sounded like a brilliant idea at first. Being surrounded with adorable little furballs and making money. Great!

No.

Because you were not prepared for the evil you would have to face.

Rhaenyra:

Cat species:

Persian Longhair

Description:

Slightly chubby. Long silver fur. Wide blue eyes with luxurious eyelashes. Has an enormous bushy hair used to swat Otto her enemies. Pink nose. A very pretty kitty.

Personality:

Absolute Princess Complex. She is the most important kitty in the world and you better know that. Feeding time? Her first. Hair not perfect? You better brush it. Many a time she has swatted cats and kittens out of her way. Anything to get that kibble. Her way to get your attention is jumping onto you lap and pawing at you.

She has a more friendly side. When you first met Rhaenyra she was stand offish, looking down at the peasants humans bellow. For weeks you would see her blue eyes looming out from the darkness. At about the three week mark Rhaenyra started to come up to you. A pet here. A pet there. And then she was suddenly all over you. She is actually a very cuddly kitty once she gets to know you. When you have a bad day she will come up and settle on you lap as comfort.

Alicent:

Cat species:

Mancoon

Description:

On the smaller end of the size scale. Brownish red fur that is slightly wavy. Huge brown eyes that look into your soul. Face constantly looks like she's sad.

Personality:

Very shy. It was about two months in when you first caught sight of her. Because she is shy Alicent spends most of her time in the boss's office. She is very peculiar about touching. You have to pet her a certain way or it is bye bye. Does not like to be picked up and it is very rare for her to sit on anyone's lap. Loves personal space. Her bed is hidden away and she shares with no one, except Aemond or Helaena.

Viserys:

Cat species:

Persian longhair

Description:

Skinny with long but thin strands of hair. Has a few bald spots. Has narrow watery blue eyes. His whiskers nearly droop to the floor. Owns a stain that drags behind him as he walks.

Personality:

Sleepy. Boy likes to have his beauty sleep. He's a bit shy but not as much as Alicent. Because of his health he stays in the back room. When you have breaks he will snuggle against you and sleep. Sometimes he's a bit grumpy from the medication. Viserys is a mostly good cat. Not too naughty and enjoys being pampered.

Demon Daemon:

Cat species:

a demon Persian longhair

Description:

Thin, lanky. Narrow blue eyes. Large front paws. Tail is slightly crooked and bobs as he walks. Shinny silver fur that he is very vain about.

Personality:

That cat is evil incarnate. He will look deep into your eyes and bat away a cup of tea right onto the floor. Somehow attracts a gaggle of admirers who thinks him destroying ornate pillows adorable. You know what is also adorable? When you have to fix said pillows.

If he's not destroying property then he plays the "catch me" games. Will rub non stop against you. But the second you bend down to touch him Daemon is gone. Then when you go back to your job he is back again, the crashing of a $40 mug announcing his arrival.

Otto:

Cat species:

Mancoon

Description:

Thin hairs that stick up, crooked whiskers. Has tiny brown eyes that constantly look like they are judging you (because he is). Very thin but large.

Personality:

Unsettling. Sometimes you questioned if he even was a cat. He slinks around the room and will not let anyone touch him. Spends most of his time on a perch glairing down at the servants little people bellow. Hates Rhaenyra for whatever reason.

Laena:

Cat species:

Devon Rex

Description:

Black kinky hair that is short. Small and light of her feet. Has big brown eyes and enormous ears.

Personality:

A very sweet girl. Very popular with the customers. Probably one of the few cats that doesn't start fights with the other cats. That being said she is very picky about food. Will stick her nose up at certain kibble if it is not up to her standards. Will not play with toys roughed up by other cats.

Laenor:

Cat species:

Devon Rex

Description:

Curly black hair, surprisingly long for a Devon Rex. Wide brown eyes and tiny whiskers.

Personality:

Pretty friendly. He sometimes likes to follow you around. Prefers adults and will usually go up to someone when they arrive. Doesn't cause any problems.

Corlys:

Cat species:

Devon Rex

Description:

Curly and surprisingly poufy hair. Straight whiskers that never seem to bend. Large paws with sharp claws (you once tried to trim his nails and people could hear his wails across the street). Brown eyes.

Personality:

Vert stern. He acts like the general of a military base. Marches up and down the entrance, eyeing everyone who comes in. Acts as a sort of peace keeper between Otto and Daemon. He does let people pet him but will not be picked up. He will only sit on your lap if you are a frequent customer or employee/boss.

Rhaenys:

Cat species:

Devon Rex

Description:

White curls adorn her body. Her ears are huge and her blue eyes have a water quality to them. Delicate features but do not let that fool you.

Personality:

You swear if she was a person Rhaenys would be one of those posh ladies that lived in your neighborhood. Prefers the company of ladies and will sit like a little person on a chair. Only likes to be pet on the head. When she thinks no one is looking Rhaenys bats around a little a little pink ball.

Harwin: (Dishonorable mention)

Cat species:

British Shorthair

Description:

A heavy set boi. Brown fur and deep brown eyes. A slightly squashed face. A small but surprisingly powerful tail.

Personality:

A sneaky bad boy that sneaks inside and is the cause of more work (aka the kittens he fathered). Is not one of your cats. Bad boy snuck in an got Rhaenyra pregnant. Kept sneaking in afterwards and boom, suddenly three new kittens. You later discovered that he had been living quite comfortable in Rhaenyra's hidey hole, only coming out when you were not looking. It was only when he decided to come out and steal a customers feather boa that you discovered Harwin, a stream of pink feathers in his wake.