#she meows in lowercase

[heyitsnyixie]

I love my cat, but she sounds so pathetic when she's sleepy.

For example,

Me: "Hi Shay"

Shay, half asleep, woken up by my petulant chatter: eaow?

[maewphoria]

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⌗⠀양정원⠀⠀CAT⠀DISTRIBUTION⠀SYSTEM⠀꒰⠀PT.7⠀꒱

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pairing⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀college student!yang jungwon x college student!f.reader. featuring⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀all enhypen members, le sserafim yunjin, kazuha, and chaewon. word count⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀11.445k genre⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀sfw, fluff, angst if you squint, kinda slow burn, college life, university life, slice of life, comedy (although i don't find myself funny), friendships, relationships, and the cat distribution system. (it has chosen you and gave you two lovely cats.) warnings⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀SUGGESTIVE, drinking alcohol, parties, mentions of bars, getting drunk (obviously), misunderstandings, jealousy, denial (jungwon is in denial), cowardice behavior (jungwon is still a bit of a coward), lots of flirting and tension, teasing, lots of planning and scheming, kissing, skinship, mentions of surgery, mentions of cat sickness/illness/disease, reader (aka us) is very delusional and does a lot of overthinking. lowercase letters intended. proofread. tell me if i'm missing anything. mæw's notes⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀hi guys, part seven is finally up! i hope you guys enjoy it—we’re getting close to the end of tcds! we're finally at the suggetive parts of the fanfiction! thank you so much for your love and support! i’m also gonna apologize. you guys obviously don't know why i’m apologizing, you'll find out soon. also, this is jungwon's outfit inspiration.

library⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀part one. part two. part three. part four. part five. part six.

#⠀OO8⠀:⠀STAY HERE AFTER HOURS.

you were now nestled into your solo couch, your posture straight yet your mind anything but composed. internally, you were trying to find the perfect words to explain yourself. meanwhile, across from you, your three friends sat like a panel of judges, each one silently interrogating you with their eyes—sharp, knowing, unyielding.

you didn’t meet their gaze. not because you felt guilty. no, of course not. definitely not. you simply… couldn’t multitask. yes, that was it. (a lie, and a feeble one at that.)

you glanced up eventually, only to find them with arms folded tightly across their chests and legs crossed in synchronized judgment. it was the kind of stance that screamed: start talking.

you inhaled deeply, as if pulling courage straight from your lungs, and began.

“okay… so you guys already know that after that—uh—balcony incident with jungwon, we weren’t talking, right?” you paused for a beat. “but… yami still visited me.”

at the mention of the fluffy calico, their expressions softened by a degree. of course they remembered yami. she had become a sort of unofficial fifth member in your friend group. they nodded, prompting you to continue.

“so, one evening,” you said, fingers fidgeting against the edge of your seat, “yami came over like she usually does, but something felt… off. i called her, but she didn’t come to me like she usually would. no meows, no slow little strut. she just lay there.”

the room fell still.

“when i got closer to her,” you continued, voice quieting with the weight of memory, “i realized she wasn’t just resting. she was weak. really weak. and then… she vomited.”

the collective irritation that had once lingered on your friends’ faces immediately gave way to worry. their arms dropped, eyes wide now with concern.

you nodded gently, understanding their reaction.

“i didn’t know what else to do. i couldn’t just sit there. so… i ran to jungwon’s apartment and called him,” you said, looking down at your hands. “we brought her to the veterinary hospital together.”

you explained how the vet diagnosed yami with closed pyometra, and as you gave them a simplified explanation of the condition—how dangerous and life-threatening it could be if left untreated—they listened intently, brows furrowed with concern.

“she needed immediate surgery,” you said softly. “while we waited, jungwon noticed that i’d come barefoot… i didn’t even realize. i was too panicked. he then suddenly kneeled in front of me and wiped my feet clean with a tissue—so gently—and helped me put on these hospital slippers he got by asking the hospital receptionist.”

you paused for a second, the memory of that moment still vivid, still warm.

“and then i just… broke down,” you admitted. “right there in the waiting room. and he didn’t hesitate. he held me. comforted me. and i started to think maybe… maybe he’s not a jerk. maybe he did what he did back then because there’s something inside him he hasn’t figured out yet. or something he’s afraid to admit.”

you dared a glance at your friends and caught the slight curve at the corners of their lips. they were trying not to smile. trying very, very hard. but the pink rising on your cheeks was definitely not helping your case.

you cleared your throat and pressed on.

“after yami’s surgery,” you said, voice lowering, “he apologized. like… really apologized. he asked to be my friend again and said he missed me.”

you might as well have set off fireworks with that sentence. your friends didn't say a word, but the room was buzzing with unspoken squeals and suppressed teasing. the kind that only best friends could master.

you shook your head with a shy laugh, covering your face briefly.

“anyway,” you continued, bringing it to a close, “after she was discharged, i kept helping him. mostly because i still felt responsible—i mean, she collapsed in my apartment. so whenever he had classes and i didn’t, i’d go over and look after her.”

the room fell into a contemplative hush.

you had told them everything. no lies. no embellishments. just truth wrapped in awkward emotions and soft memories. you weren’t sure if they were going to jump to forgiveness just yet, but you had laid everything bare. and somehow, it felt… a little lighter.

now all you could do was wait—for their verdict, their sarcasm, or maybe their unexpected grace.

the silence that followed was heavy but not hostile—more like the calm after a storm, when the sky is still processing what just passed. your friends sat there, slowly nodding, their minds clearly working through every detail you’d just poured out to them.

then, almost in unison, all three of them exhaled a long, synchronized sigh and turned their gazes toward you.

“okay,” yunjin said, her brows raised, tone gentle but inquisitive. “we get it now… but why didn’t you just tell us?”

you glanced down at your hands, suddenly fascinated by the way your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. your lips pouted on instinct. “i didn’t know how you guys would react,” you murmured. “i was scared you guys would get mad at me.”

they looked at you with a mixture of exasperation and fondness, shaking their heads as if you were a toddler who’d just confessed to sneaking cookies before dinner.

“if you just explained it to us from the start,” chaewon said, her head tilting in that sweet, knowing way of hers, “we would’ve absolutely understood.”

“i know,” you sighed, your pout deepening, “i’m really sorry, guys.”

“well,” kazuha chimed in, arms crossed like a bodyguard taking notes, “you two can be friends, sure… but if he hurts you again, i’m not above pulling a full john wick on him.”

you nodded solemnly, trying not to laugh. “he promised he wouldn’t. and actually… i found something out.”

you didn’t mean to sound mysterious, but your voice dipped into a whisper by the end—and naturally, your friends pounced like cats catching the scent of drama.

“what did you find out?” chaewon leaned forward, narrowing her eyes as they all noticed the very obvious blush now blooming across your cheeks.

you hesitated, only for a second, before confessing.

“so earlier, when i stopped by his apartment again… i kind of… accidentally overheard him talking to yami.”

“wait—like a cat therapist session?” yunjin asked, eyes wide in amused disbelief.

“yes,” you nodded, biting back a smile. “he was talking to her like she was his emotional support animal. which, in fairness, she kind of is.”

they leaned in even more, sensing the good part was about to begin.

“he was telling her about his feelings for me,” you said softly. “how confused he was about when they started but that he knew they were serious. he said that being around me made him feel… like he wanted to protect me. like i belonged in his life.”

there was a beat of silence before your friends exploded into delighted squeals, all restraint now officially out the window. they were blushing and bouncing in their seats, hands gripping your shoulders as if you might float away from the weight of their giddy joy.

“he even said he loved all the little things,” you added, smiling bashfully. “the lunch boxes, the post-its and reminders about yami's medicine, the way i take care of yami…”

“stop it right now or i might cry,” chaewon groaned, fanning her face dramatically.

“this is better than any drama we’ve ever watched,” yunjin whispered, looking genuinely moved.

“he said he didn’t want to lose me anymore,” you went on, “and that he wants me to be a part of his life for a long time.”

“ugh, marry him already,” kazuha grinned, practically vibrating from secondhand butterflies.

but just as the atmosphere turned dreamy and rose-colored, you hit them with the twist.

“but…” you said, dragging the word out with a sigh, “he also said he’s scared to confess. that i might not feel the same… or that i still hate him after what happened between us.”

their dreamy smiles instantly dropped into disappointed groans.

“seriously?” kazuha huffed. “he had us in the first half, not gonna lie.”

“just when i thought he had finally unlocked his main character energy,” yunjin muttered, shaking her head like a disapproving mother.

“he really folded at the finish line,” chaewon clicked her tongue. “typical.”

the three of them sat back, arms crossed, lips pursed like a council of judges who were now reviewing jungwon’s romantic application with a more critical eye.

you could only smile, cheeks still flushed, heart still fluttering—and now with your friends on your side, fully and completely.

“but you did say he already knows what he’s feeling, right?” yunjin asked, arching a brow as her gaze landed squarely on you.

you nodded, a bit sheepishly. “yeah… he said it out loud to yami.”

“then he just needs a little push,” she replied, her lips curving into a sly smile that instantly put everyone on alert.

you and the others turned to her, your expressions equal parts intrigued and suspicious—because when yunjin smiled like that, it usually meant someone was about to be dramatically emotionally compromised.

“what kind of push?” chaewon asked cautiously, squinting as if trying to read the fine print of a very dangerous contract.

instead of answering, yunjin slowly shifted her gaze toward chaewon and kazuha, who both immediately groaned in unison like they already know what's going to happen. they covered their faces with their hands, already bracing themselves for whatever insanity yunjin was about to drag them into.

you blinked, watching the exchange with mild confusion… until you glanced at yunjin, and she gave you that same smile. the one that said, ‘you’re not getting out of this either, babe.’

and that’s when it clicked.

the first part of the plan was a job only chaewon and kazuha could handle.

you inhaled sharply through your nose, a laugh threatening to spill. oh, this was about to be ridiculous.

“do you still need to be there for yami?” yunjin asked then, her voice slipping back into casual concern. “or is she mostly healed now?”

“mostly healed,” you said with a small nod. “i’ve just been dropping by their place to check on her. we’re not letting her go out to the balcony yet, just in case… better safe than sorry.”

they all nodded, understanding the quiet worry in your voice. even if she was better, yami’s sudden collapse had left a mark—a reminder of how quickly things could shift.

“perfect,” yunjin declared, clapping her hands once in triumph. “operation push jungwon to his limits and make him confess begins tomorrow. tell jungwon you’re busy, and don’t even think about mentioning that we know anything. act normal—suspiciously normal.”

the grin that followed was pure mischief. she looked like a villain in a drama who just got handed the perfect backstory for redemption.

you sighed, already exhausted by the mere idea of what tomorrow would bring. it was going to be a long day. but, you thought, as your friends began discussing their “battle plan” like generals preparing for war—it was also going to be kind of fun.

the next day arrived much faster than you'd hoped, and with it came a heavy flutter of nerves in your chest. yunjin’s plan, which had sounded bold and mischievous under the forgiving light of last night’s excitement, now felt real—terrifyingly real—in the sharp glare of morning.

the plan was simple in words but heavy in implications: chaewon and kazuha would finally approach sunoo and riki after not talking to them for two months. not to reveal everything, of course—just enough. they’d ask them to gather their entire friend group after dismissal at the design & arts café. everyone would be there.

everyone except jungwon.

and that was the whole point.

you were finally going to meet jungwon’s full circle of friends face to face. you'd known who they were, seen them across the courtyard or in passing on campus, but outside of heeseung and jay—who shared the same club as you, albeit a little tensely since the incident—you hadn't really interacted with any of them that much besides that day at the library.

today would be your official introduction. not just as a name they’ve heard from a distance, or the girl jungwon talks about all the time and used to ignore—but as you. the very real and authentic version of yourself.

you kept glancing down at your watch between lectures, your pulse speeding up with every tick. anxiety danced with excitement in your chest, and your legs practically itched to sprint the moment the professor so much as hinted at class dismissal.

the second you were free, you swept your things into your bag without any regard for order and rushed out of the classroom, already pulling out your phone to text him.

you: hey! i won’t be able to come by today. i’ve got something to take care of. i’ll check in on you and yami tomorrow instead!

his reply came almost instantly, as if he’d been waiting.

jungwon (yami’s dad): :( understood! i’ll keep her company, don’t worry 🐱

he even attached a gif of a very sad, very dramatic cat curling into a blanket. it made you snort softly in the hallway, drawing a few confused stares you were far too amused to care about.

you: thank you! tell her i said i love her. 😽

you didn’t wait for another reply—you were already out the door.

by the time you reached the café, your heart was pounding for a whole new reason. through the glass windows, you spotted them immediately: the cluster of familiar faces, all gathered in one booth near the back. laughter floated into the street even through the glass. sunoo was clinging dramatically to chaewon’s arm, while she patted his head like an exhausted babysitter. kazuha was sipping something pink. riki, halfway through a laugh, was mid-spill with his drink. jay and heeseung were deep in conversation with jake, sunghoon, and yunjin.

you paused just outside the door to fix your appearance—fingers smoothing down your hair, adjusting the strap of your bag. you took one deep breath.

then, you pushed the door open.

the familiar chime of the café’s bell made heads turn, and yunjin’s face immediately lit up with something that could only be described as mischievous pride.

“our main character has arrived!” she announced with dramatic flair, throwing her arm out toward you as if she were introducing royalty.

instantly, every pair of eyes turned to you.

your breath caught for half a second as a blush spread across your cheeks. you walked quickly to the table and gave yunjin a gentle smack on the arm before slipping into the seat beside her. “stop it,” you whispered under your breath, cheeks still warm.

you then started to greet everyone and your greeting was met with easy smiles and cheerful hellos from the group. surprisingly warm ones, actually. sunoo even gave you a tiny wave with his fingers still looped around chaewon’s arm.

the first few minutes were light and easy. introductions flowed naturally—name, age, course, random facts—and the tension you’d been so worried about gradually melted into something almost comfortable. they were a lot less intimidating than you’d expected. chaotic, yes. loud, definitely. but kind.

after a while, yunjin clapped her hands once, her eyes glinting with something suspiciously close to drama.

“alright,” she said, her voice slicing through the chatter like a conductor calling for silence, “now that we’re all friends here… let’s get to the good part.”

“we just found out something rather interesting from our dear friend here,” yunjin said, her voice laced with playful mischief as she turned to face you with a knowing smirk. “care to share it with the class, y/n?”

all eyes shifted to you.

you could feel the weight of their attention settle across your shoulders like a velvet curtain being drawn back onstage. you sat up a little straighter, cleared your throat, and offered them a small, tentative smile.

“so…” you began, voice wavering slightly. “me and jungwon… we’re friends again.”

for a heartbeat, silence clung to the air like a held breath—then it shattered all at once.

“what?!” sunoo nearly shouted, releasing chaewon’s arm and leaning so far across the table you thought he might topple into your lap. his wide, incredulous eyes locked onto yours like you’d just told him the moon had fallen out of orbit.

you nodded, lips pressed into a sheepish line.

jungwon’s entire friend group reacted like a storm had passed through. some blinked in stunned disbelief. others exchanged glances, their expressions flickering between pleasantly surprised and thoroughly betrayed. apparently, none of them had been clued in—and judging by their reactions, they had not expected their famously emotionally constipated friend to suddenly mend the broken bridge between the two of you.

“don’t worry,” kazuha chimed in casually, sipping her drink like she was talking about the weather. “she didn’t tell us either. we literally caught her running out of jungwon’s apartment last night.”

chaos.

you might’ve laughed at the expressions around the table if you weren’t so mortified. jaws dropped. eyebrows flew up. and sunoo, especially, looked as if someone had just canceled his birthday.

they weren’t angry—not really. more like… betrayed, in a melodramatic, overly-invested-in-their-friend’s-love-life kind of way. the kind of betrayal that came from genuinely caring.

“he invited you to his apartment and didn’t even say a word?” sunoo whispered like it was a national scandal, clutching at his chest.

you almost wanted to apologize to him.

before anyone could spiral further, yunjin leaned forward again, her grin widening. “that’s not even the best part.”

you turned to her, already knowing what she meant. she didn’t have to say anything else. with a sigh of surrender, you nodded and addressed the table once more, this time with a touch more courage.

“so the reason i was running out of his apartment,” you began carefully, “was because i… kind of overheard something.”

you could feel the anticipation thickening around you, the way clouds gather before a storm.

“jungwon was in his room, talking to yami,” you explained, glancing briefly at sunoo, whose eyes widened even further. “and i didn’t mean to eavesdrop, really. i’d come back after finally sending my friends away, thinking they’d go home but they obviously didn't..”

chaewon and kazuha both nodded solemnly, the image of your frantic escape from jungwon's apartment still clearly fresh in their minds.

“but i heard him. he was talking to her like she was his little therapist,” you said, a fond smile curling at your lips. “and he… he said some things.”

you hesitated, cheeks warming.

“he talked about me. about us. he told her he wasn’t sure when exactly his feelings started, but that they’re real. he said he treasured the time we spent together, and… that he doesn’t want to lose me again.”

a hush fell over the table.

sunoo looked seconds away from crying, or screaming—or both. riki was slack-jawed. jay and heeseung exchanged stunned, quietly amused glances. while jake and sunghoon just blinked as they process what you just revealed.

“he even said,” you added softly, “that he’s scared to tell me how he feels. because he thinks… maybe i don’t like him back. or maybe i still hate him.”

sunoo let out a groan that could probably be heard from space.

“this man,” kazuha muttered, shaking her head. “just when we thought he was growing a spine.”

yunjin, though, was already getting down to business.

“exactly why we called you all here,” she said, clapping her hands as if to rally a squad. “he clearly knows how he feels. he’s just afraid to pull the trigger.”

she looked around the table, the strategist in her emerging with gleaming eyes. “and that’s where you guys come in.”

“you guys know jungwon better than anyone,” chaewon added, resting her chin on her hand. “do you have any ideas on how to finally get him to confess?”

there was a pause—just long enough for everyone to exchange a glance.

and then the brainstorming began.

after that eventful day at the café, you hadn’t expected the plan to roll out quite so quickly—but apparently, the universe had other ideas. or, more accurately, yunjin and her covert operation had other ideas.

the plan was deceptively simple: do something—anything—to catch jungwon’s attention and make him think you guys have a lot in common. but if he remained tragically oblivious or did not make a first move, then it was back to the drawing board, where your self-appointed love strategists would cook up something even bolder.

the first mission? color theory.

according to sunoo, jungwon had an odd but adorable preference for certain colors—specifically, blue and orange. something about the contrast, he said once, made things feel “alive.”

and so, like a secret agent with a romantic agenda, you began to subtly incorporate those shades into your outfits whenever you stopped by his apartment. soft blues, dusky oranges, a careful balance between effort and nonchalance.

the first day you tried it, you wore a pale blue hoodie. comfortable, oversized, with sleeves that almost swallowed your hands. it wasn’t exactly dramatic, but it did the trick.

jungwon opened the door, expecting the usual casual drop-in, but the moment his eyes landed on you, he paused—his gaze lingering.

his expression flickered from confusion to curiosity to something fond and unspoken.

you pretended not to notice.

as if on cue, yami trotted into the living room with a delighted meow, her fluffy tail high as she greeted you like royalty. you moved to the couch and sat down, letting her claim your lap as her rightful throne. she curled up there contentedly, purring like a tiny motor.

jungwon, still oddly quiet, sat beside you—not too close, but closer than usual. his eyes kept darting to your hoodie. you could feel the stare, like a gentle poke to your side that begged to be acknowledged.

finally, you gave in. you turned to him, head tilted slightly, the universal expression for ‘what?’

he blinked, caught. his hand rose to scratch the back of his neck—his telltale nervous habit—before he spoke.

“that hoodie looks good on you. blue suits you,” he said, eyes dipping briefly to the fabric before glancing away again. “i think i have the exact same hoodie.”

his voice was casual, but you noticed the faint blush blooming across his cheeks. subtle. sweet.

“really?” you asked, eyes lighting up with faux surprise. “can i see it?”

he froze for half a second, as if you’d just asked to see his childhood diary. but then he nodded, disappearing into his room with a bit more urgency than expected.

you waited, smiling to yourself, still absentmindedly petting yami as she purred in your lap. a few minutes later, jungwon returned, holding a hoodie that looked completely identical to yours.

same shade of light blue. same brand. same design. even the same texture.

“twins,” you said with a grin, reaching out to brush your fingers along the fabric before handing it back to him. “why don’t you wear it, too? we can match.”

his eyes widened a fraction. “like… couple hoodies?”

you shrugged, playful. “if that’s what you want to call it.”

his blush deepened, but he didn’t argue. with a quick nod, he retreated back into his room—and emerged a moment later wearing the hoodie.

it fit him perfectly, the soft color making him look even softer somehow. he sat back down beside you, a little more relaxed now, like he’d slipped into something familiar and comforting. you looked at the two of you—side by side, almost completely identical besides the size—and you couldn’t help but smile.

you looked like a pair.

this plan has been going on for a week now. every day, without fail, you showed up at jungwon’s apartment clad in soft blues and burnt oranges—the very colors he subconsciously adored. and every day, like clockwork, he’d compliment your outfit with a shy smile and, more often than not, disappear into his room only to return wearing something that matched. a hoodie. a t-shirt. once, even socks.

you were like a walking color palette curated just for him.

it was sweet, yes. flattering, even. but also... painfully stagnant.

because that was it.

no sudden confessions. no heart-stopping declarations. just matching clothes and stolen glances.

so naturally, after another fruitless day of wearing his favorite shades, you texted the group chat—the now highly classified collaboration between your friend group and jungwon’s.

you: operation: get this oblivious man to confess. status: failed. again. i repeat: we are not making progress. new plan. urgently needed.

and just like that, it was back to the drawing board.

over the course of the next few weeks, the plans escalated from mildly clever to questionably elaborate. it became a symphony of his favorite things: favorite colors, favorite foods, favorite bands, favorite music, favorite movie genres—even a casual detour to his favorite ramen place “by coincidence.”

jungwon, blissfully unaware of the scheming, simply marveled at how much the two of you seemed to have in common.

he thought it was fate. you knew it was group chat coordination and a spreadsheet titled “jungwon's weaknesses.”

but he was happy. so, in a way, you were too.he treasured every moment with you and yami, finding comfort in your growing presence in his life. for him, this was enough—for now.

but your friends? his friends?

absolutely not.

currently, you were all crammed into the modest but cozy dorm shared by yunjin, kazuha, and chaewon. it had officially become mission control—your war room, your crisis center, your love-struck headquarters.

the scene was... tragic.

a few of them were sprawled across the carpet like they’d lost the will to live, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if the answer to all your problems might magically appear there. others were aimlessly scrolling through their phones, munching on chips with the empty gaze of strategists defeated by romance.

the silence dragged until sunoo suddenly shot upright, flailing his arms in sheer exasperation.

“why won’t he do anything?! it’s been a months!” he wailed, as if the heavens themselves had betrayed him.

he collapsed back dramatically, burying his face in a pillow, still muttering indignantly. “one. whole. month. and not even a hint of a love confession. he’s killing me. i am being emotionally murdered by my best friend.”

the rest of the room groaned in agreement.

chaewon looked like she was considering faking a faint just to escape the stress. jay was lying face-down on the floor like a corpse. riki was balancing a cookie on his nose. kazuha was aggressively munching on chips while nodding solemnly.

“it’s starting to feel like we’re trying to romance him,” jake muttered from the corner. “we’ve done everything but write him a love letter ourselves.”

“don’t tempt me,” yunjin said, half-joking, half-not. “i’ll forge y/n’s handwriting and do it.”

you sighed, flopping onto the nearest cushion. “he’s just… happy spending time with me. like that’s enough for him.”

sunghoon raised a brow. “and for you?”

you hesitated. “i also love hanging out with him but… it’s not enough for me.”

the silence that followed was understanding. not pitying. just quiet solidarity, like everyone collectively exhaled the weight of your mutual frustration.

because love, even the most obvious kind, still needed a push sometimes.

a collective sigh swept across the room. your friends looked utterly defeated, heads thrown back, lips pressed into thin lines, while jungwon’s friends resembled mourners at the funeral of common sense—grieving the tragic loss of their best friend’s ability to take a hint.

riki, who had been quietly munching on snacks moments earlier, now rested his head against kazuha’s shoulder with the solemn energy of a small, heartbroken puppy.

“i just wish he’d be honest with himself for once,” he mumbled, eyes fixed on the floor. “like, just say whatever he’s thinking out loud. even if it’s dumb. especially if it’s dumb.”

sunoo, still pouting like a betrayed rom-com sidekick, nodded in agreement. “right? like that one time when—”

his words abruptly halted mid-sentence, as if someone had hit pause on his train of thought. his eyes slowly widened, shifting to riki—who, in perfect sync, blinked back at him.

click.

you could almost hear the spark of realization zip between them like a cartoon lightbulb flickering to life. something had clicked. hard.

and suddenly, without warning, the once hopeless energy in the room transformed. it was subtle at first—the way riki sat up straighter, the way sunoo’s pout curled into a knowing smirk—but it sent a ripple through everyone.

your group looked around in confusion, collectively sensing the shift but too lost to decode it.

“uh... what just happened?” you asked, brows furrowed.

jungwon’s friends, now spring-loaded with new energy, were already standing up and grabbing their bags like a SWAT team mobilizing.

“nothing, nothing. you don’t have to worry,” sunoo said with an excessively sweet smile that immediately made you more worried. “we’ll handle jungwon, okay?”

you, yunjin, kazuha, and chaewon could only stare as the six boys—sunoo, riki, jake, sunghoon, jay, and heeseung—swiftly gathered their belongings with an almost eerie efficiency.

kazuha raised an eyebrow. “you guys have a new plan or something?”

riki turned as the group reached the door, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “yep. and don’t stress. just be ready, because he might start talking tomorrow.”

and with that cryptic farewell, he chuckled and gave a casual wave before they all slipped out into the hallway, disappearing down the corridor like they were on a secret mission.

you and the girls stood frozen at the door for a few lingering seconds before slowly closing it and returning to the couch.

“now i’m scared for jungwon,” kazuha said plainly as she collapsed onto the couch, arms flopping like a tired starfish.

you followed suit, dropping beside her. “same. what are they even planning?”

“who knows,” yunjin murmured.

chaewon leaned her head back, eyes closed. “nah, sunoo could never hurt a fly.”

kazuha looked up from where she had been checking her phone and said calmly, “yeah, but his friends aren’t flies. they’re very much human.”

chaewon blinked at her, processing that for a full second before sighing and muttering a quiet curse under her breath. “why is she right.”

you pulled a pillow into your lap, hugging it as you stared at the ceiling. something told you that tomorrow was going to be interesting—maybe even historic.

whatever jungwon’s friends had planned, it was likely to be dramatic, probably borderline absurd, and definitely chaotic.

but what if it finally made him speak up?

then you were ready.or… at least, you hoped you were.

tomorrow was coming. and with it, possibly, jungwon’s long-awaited confession.

finally?

the next day arrived like a reluctant sigh—slow, inevitable, and accompanied by the low thrum of resistance humming in jungwon’s chest.

he stood in his apartment, tugging down the hem of his cardigan with a subtle frown, not quite in the mood to go out. but after weeks of dodging his friends’ invitations with careful excuses and polite declines, he had finally run out of ways to say no.

they’d been patient. understanding, even—especially after everything that happened with yami. but now that she was nearly fully healed and walking around the apartment like the tiny empress she was, they were expecting jungwon to finally hang out with them.

sunoo, in particular, had taken it personally. he’d pouted dramatically over the phone, threatening their friendship in a tone that was half-joking, half-serious. “if you don’t come out tonight, i’m cutting you off. this is the final straw, jungwon. friendship—terminated.”

jungwon rolled his eyes at the memory, though a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. how could he explain that the reason he kept staying home wasn’t because he was still worrying about yami—but because he wanted to be with you?

of course, it wasn’t something he could admit. not to them, and definitely not to you. not yet.

he glanced at the mirror, smoothing down his light grey zip-up cardigan. the fabric was soft, the kind that almost whispered luxury without trying too hard. he left the zipper partially undone, revealing a bit of the neckline—just enough to look effortless. his sleeves were pushed up carelessly to his forearms, revealing the delicate structure of his wrists and a single, subtle bracelet that gleamed quietly under the light.

his trousers were dark and wide-legged, the tailored fabric falling in elegant folds to his shoes. the contrast of light and shadow in his outfit gave him a clean, poised silhouette that felt both casual and refined.

he looked… good.

not that it mattered. they were just going out for drinks—maybe some bar hopping. nothing serious. nothing that required him to look this put together. and yet, here he was.

he picked up his phone and quickly tapped out a message.

jungwon (yami's dad): can you stay with yami tonight? going out w the guys. don’t know how long i’ll be.

you replied almost instantly, enthusiastically even.

you: ofc! 😺

moments later, you were at his door.

after knocking softly, you typed in the familiar passcode and stepped inside—only to pause mid-step when jungwon walked out of his room.

your breath caught in your throat.

he looked good, so good.

well, he looks good all the time but this was different.

it's the kind of good that made your brain momentarily glitch. the cardigan, the trousers, the sleeves, the slightly tousled hair that looked like it was styled without trying (but definitely was)... he looked like someone who should be stepping out of a commercial, not his apartment.

he noticed your staring.

with a teasing smile, he rolled up his sleeves again, this time slowly and deliberately, as if to say, ‘is this what got you flustered?’

you tried to recover quickly, straightening your posture and pretending not to be affected, even as your cheeks burned with the telltale warmth of a silent blush.

he stopped just in front of you and leaned in slightly, the scent of his cologne brushing against your senses—clean, subtle, comforting.

“i’ll be heading out now,” he said, voice soft, eyes flicking toward your forehead as if contemplating something. for a split second, he looked like he might lean forward… like he might kiss your forehead.

but instead, his hand lifted, and he gently patted your head.

your heart dropped in confusion and rose again in flustered disbelief.

“i don’t know when i’ll be back, so don’t wait up,” he added with a little smile.

you blinked. still stunned. the only word that managed to escape your lips was a quiet, “okay.”

he laughed softly at your dazed state before turning toward the door.

you and yami followed him to the door, watching as he slipped into his shoes and cracked the door open.

and just as he was about to step out, he paused.

he turned his head and saw the two of you still standing there.

the scene was oddly domestic. cozy. familiar in a way he hadn’t expected. like you were walking him out the door… like the two of you had been married and living together for years. (delusional)

like this was normal.

the thought made his heart stutter.

he almost stepped back inside. almost said something.

but his phone rang, sharp and abrupt.

sunoo.

with a quiet sigh, jungwon gave one final wave, the blush now clearly blooming across his cheeks, and walked out the door, answering the call.

“yeah, yeah, i’m on my way—calm down,” he muttered, the door shutting softly behind him.

you stood there in the silence, yami weaving around your ankles as if she too sensed that something important had just almost happened.

and maybe it had.

maybe tonight… would finally be the beginning of everything you’d both been waiting for.

you knew something was up the moment jungwon asked you to stay with yami. not just because he rarely left her side, but because of last night’s secretive energy back at yunjin, kazuha, and chaewon’s dorm—your shared war room for scheming, planning, and borderline conspiracy.

riki had said it so confidently. “just be ready,” he’d told you with a sly smile, practically radiating mischief. “because he might start talking tomorrow.”

well, today was tomorrow. and while you knew the plan was already in motion, you were still utterly in the dark about what it actually was. they had refused to say a word more, acting like members of a high-level government operation sworn to secrecy.

meanwhile, outside the apartment building, jungwon had just stepped into the cool dusk air when a sleek dark gray SUV rolled up to the curb like a scene from a low-budget spy movie. the tinted windows hummed down slowly, revealing a familiar face in the front passenger seat—heeseung, grinning like he was up to something illegal along with jay behind the wheel.

jungwon blinked.

at the second row, sunoo and riki were already squished together, waving like kids on a roller coaster. in the very back, jake and sunghoon gave exaggerated thumbs-ups, clearly delighted with themselves.

“get in, loser. we’re rekindling our friendship,” sunoo announced gleefully, leaning out of the window just enough to sound threateningly persuasive.

jungwon laughed under his breath. ‘were they always this dramatic?’ he shook his head, climbed into the SUV, and settled beside sunoo—who immediately looped his arm through jungwon’s like they were about to skip through a field of daisies together.

“finally!” sunoo beamed. “you’re actually hanging out with us again. this is a monumental day. we’re gonna have the best night of our lives. you’re not allowed to escape.”

jungwon chuckled, amused but slightly wary. the energy in the car was way too high for a simple night out. it was… suspicious. very suspicious. but also, a little endearing.

“you guys missed me that much, huh?” he teased, and sunghoon dramatically clutched his chest from the back row.

“more than oxygen,” jake added solemnly.

the drive to the bar was filled with chaotic laughter, bad singing, and increasingly ridiculous stories that may or may not have been fabricated. jungwon smiled, enjoying the moment—genuinely glad to be with them again. maybe he had been too withdrawn lately.

once they reached their destination, jay parked the car and the group prepared to face the bouncer. they lined up, IDs in hand, expecting to be scrutinized for every facial hair and birth year.

but the bouncer? he barely glanced at them before stepping aside with an indifferent nod.

they hadn’t even spoken.

“did we… just pass the vibe check without trying?” riki whispered, impressed.

“we must've looked mature,” jay muttered proudly, fixing the collar of his shirt.

“or just exhausted,” sunghoon said, patting jay’s shoulder. “that’s adulthood, buddy.”

inside, the bar greeted them with pulsing lights, music so loud it practically rearranged their organs, and a potent mix of alcohol, cologne, and lingering vape clouds that clung to the air like fog in a neon forest.

sunoo, ever the planner, had already reserved a table—far enough from the speakers to allow conversation, but still close enough to soak in the lively atmosphere. the table was tucked neatly into a corner, giving them a small bubble of privacy amidst the chaos.

menus were passed around, drinks were ordered, and conversations blossomed with the kind of ease that only long-time friends could afford. the night was young, the energy was high, and jungwon, blissfully unaware, had no idea what storm his friends were brewing around him.

meanwhile, you sat on the other side of the city, curled up on his couch, still unaware of the details—but knowing full well that something was about to go down. and unlike jungwon, at least you had the comfort of knowing.

because while jungwon was sipping his drink in clueless contentment, you were bracing yourself.

for what exactly, you didn’t know.

but you had a feeling the night would end with something unforgettable—for both of you.

you had every intention of staying up for jungwon.

even though he had told you not to wait, had patted your head with that soft smile and said, “don’t wait up,” like it was a gentle command. but something about his absence made the apartment feel a little too quiet, too still. and you were curious—nervous, even. wondering what his friends had schemed, wondering how he was doing, wondering if he'd come back different.

but in the end, sleep had other plans. you had dozed off on the couch, curled beneath a light blanket, with yami snuggled against your hip like a tiny, living heater. the soft rhythm of her breathing, the faint hum of the apartment, and the warmth of the room all pulled you under before you could even fight it.

hours passed unnoticed.

until the doorbell rang.

you groaned softly, peeling your eyes open as if the weight of sleep clung to your lashes. your limbs felt sluggish, your mind still lost in that foggy space between dreams and reality.

the bell rang again.

you sat up in a daze, suddenly struck by the realization: this isn't your apartment.

your eyes widened as you looked around the familiar space. jungwon’s apartment. which meant—that might be him at the door.

but why wasn’t he using the password?

confused and still slightly disoriented, you stumbled toward the door, blinking the sleep from your eyes, and pulled it open.

and there he was.

jungwon.

he stood swaying gently, looking far too relaxed for someone upright. his cardigan was rumpled, and his smile—oh, his smile—was crooked, lazy, too wide for his own face. he looked like someone who had just made friends with the moon.

on either side of him, like glorified babysitters, stood sunoo and riki. each of them had one of jungwon’s arms slung over their shoulders, holding him up like he was made of spaghetti noodles and poor choices.

you blinked. slowly. “what... is this?”

sunoo’s expression was bright and unbothered, like this was all part of a perfectly ordinary evening. “he’s all yours now,” he chirped, not even attempting to hide the amusement dancing in his eyes.

riki gave you a grin, half mischief, half solidarity. “good luck. he gets clingy.”

before you could protest, they helped jungwon inside with theatrical care and let the door close softly behind them.

and just like that, you were alone.

alone with jungwon’s dazed laughter echoing through the room, and yami blinking at him like he had brought chaos home in a cardigan.

he flopped onto the couch with a dramatic exhale, arms spread like he was melting into it. his hair was tousled, the kind of perfect mess that looked like it belonged in a drama scene. a few strands had fallen over his eyes, but he didn’t seem to notice. or care.

you stood there for a moment, arms crossed, staring down at him like he was both the problem and the puzzle.

you weren’t sure whether to scold him for coming home like this or wrap him up in a blanket burrito and protect him from the world.

you chose the latter.

softening, you walked to the kitchen, filled a glass of water, and crouched beside the couch. “here,” you said quietly, holding it out to him.

jungwon blinked at you like you were a dream he wasn’t quite sure he deserved. his fingers curled around the glass clumsily, and he took a few slow sips, lips brushing the rim with exaggerated focus.

then he handed it back with care and looked at you—really looked at you.

his gaze was heavy, unfiltered, drenched in quiet affection and a boldness that only came with just enough alcohol to silence overthinking. his eyes didn't move away like they usually did. no. they stayed. steady. sincere.

his gaze held yours with a kind of tender stubbornness, like even the soft haze of intoxication couldn’t dull the clarity of what he felt in this moment.

“you’re… so pretty,” he blurted out, the words tumbling out of his mouth without a filter, carried by something braver than sobriety.

you sighed, equal parts amused and exasperated. “you’re drunk,” you mumbled under your breath as you reached out to help him sit up. he was trying to rise on his own but looked like he was fighting gravity itself—and losing.

but he didn’t stop talking.

“do you know,” he began, his voice low and hoarse, slurred at the edges but still oddly steady, “why i started ignoring you?”

your hands froze mid-motion. your breath caught in your throat. something about his tone—raw, unguarded—felt like a door creaking open.

“why?” you asked quietly.

he smiled. not the kind you were used to—the charming, boyish kind. this one was tinged with something softer. something closer to regret.

“because… you kissed yami. like, a lot.” he said, and even through the thick fog of his drunkenness, he sounded sincerely wounded. “her face was all pink and smudgy. i don't know why but i said that she was so lucky and i think i was jealous?”

you blinked, stunned for a moment. “you were… jealous? of your cat?”

“she got your kisses,” he mumbled, brows furrowing in a pout that should not have looked this tragic. “i didn’t.”

your heart gave a wild, unexpected flutter.

he shifted upright with effort, his body swaying just slightly, but his eyes never left yours. “and then... that night. after the welcoming party. you kissed me too. do you remember?”

you stared at him, your mind flipping through every mental file, every hazy memory. you kissed him? no. surely not. you would’ve remembered something like that... wouldn’t you?

his fingers brushed your cheek then—tentative, reverent. his palm came to rest along the curve of your jaw, cradling your face like it was something delicate. precious.

“you kissed me here,” he whispered, and his lips pressed softly to the apple of your cheek.

your breath hitched.

“and here,” he added, his mouth brushing the tip of your nose like a feather.

“and here,” he breathed as he kissed your forehead before lowering his forehead until it touched yours, skin to skin, warm and close and impossibly intimate.

his lips hovered just above yours now. not quite a kiss, not yet. just a breath. a memory waiting to be rewritten. a question waiting to be answered.

“and then… here.”

you could feel the warmth of his lips ghost over yours—barely there, light as air. your fingers instinctively curled around his wrist.

“jungwon… you’re drunk,” you said gently, quietly. it was half a plea, half a warning, and yet your voice came out softer than you'd intended.

but he didn’t move away.

instead, he pulled you closer with a steadiness that defied the haze in his eyes. slow, unhurried, like this wasn’t just a whim, but something he’d thought about—wanted—for longer than you realized.

your knees ended up on either side of his thighs, settling on his lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world. your palms landed on his chest, feeling the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingers.

the space between your faces disappeared entirely now—just breath, and heat, and the tension of something unspoken finally reaching the edge of being said.

and still, he looked at you.

like he was waiting for permission.

“do you really want me to stop?” he asked, his voice a quiet murmur, almost afraid of the answer.

you didn’t say a word.

but silence, as it often is between two people standing on the edge of something fragile and real, was louder than any yes. louder than hesitation.

and that silence—your silence—was enough.

jungwon leaned in and kissed you. softly, at first. tentative, like testing the weight of a dream. his lips brushed against yours with such gentle care it made your chest ache. but then—slowly—need bled into the kiss, a hunger born not of impulse but of everything unsaid between you for far too long. he tilted his head and deepened the kiss, capturing your bottom lip between his and letting it go just to taste it again.

his hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips feathering over your spine like a whisper. your own hands moved to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, seeking something solid in a moment that felt like it might melt around you.

the kiss turned messier—open mouths, breathless sighs, hearts racing beneath skin that begged to be touched.

he tugged at the edge of your shirt, lifting it gently with a question in his eyes, one he didn’t need to voice. you raised your arms, granting silent permission. he slid the fabric off of you in one slow motion, letting it fall to the floor with a quiet rustle. you mirrored the action, unzipping his cardigan before helping it off him completely until nothing separated the heat between your bodies.

bare skin met bare skin.

it was warmth and want and wonder. the soft curve of his back beneath your palms, the steady rise of his chest against yours, the low hum of his breath as he continues to kiss you.

jungwon’s lips trailed to your jaw, his breath trembling slightly as he kissed lower, slower, mapping a path along your neck like he was trying to memorize the taste of you. he left warm, fluttering marks with his mouth, his lips brushing against your collarbone. you gasped—a soft, surprised sound that made his fingers dig a little deeper into your waist.

he smiled against your skin.

but then, just as suddenly, he stopped moving.

you stilled. “jungwon?” you asked, breath catching in your throat.

no answer.

you pulled back slightly, eyes scanning his face.

his eyes were closed. his breathing… steady.

he was asleep.

just like that.

you stared at him for a moment, absolutely dumbfounded. you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry—or shake him awake just to scold him.

instead, a soft, disbelieving laugh escaped your lips.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you whispered, brushing a few loose strands of hair from his forehead with a kind of fondness you didn’t mean to show so obviously.

he mumbled something incoherent in reply, still lost in sleep.

you kissed him again—just a quick, affectionate peck on his lips, careful not to wake him. then, with a sigh and a small shake of your head, you eased off his lap and gently laid him down fully on the couch, his limbs heavy and completely relaxed.

you spotted his cardigan that you took off, draped over the armrest. slipping it on, you were immediately enveloped in his warmth and scent—his perfume, the smell of alcohol, and something unmistakably him.

after adjusting the blanket over his body and yours, you curled beside him, finding space between his arm and chest. your head rested against his heart, its rhythm calm and grounding. yami jumped up and found her usual place at your feet, her tiny purring adding a soft hum to the quiet.

and slowly—wrapped in warmth, tangled in limbs and cardigan threads, and bathed in the stillness of the moment—you fell asleep.

smiling.

morning came, light slipping through the curtains and onto jungwon’s face with no mercy. his head pulsed with a dull, insistent ache—the hangover had arrived, cruel and unapologetic.

he groaned, voice hoarse, and shifted slightly beneath the blanket, only to realize there was something—or someone—heavy on his chest. in his hazy mind, the answer was obvious.

“yami,” he croaked, eyes still closed. “get off my chest, please.”

nothing.

he furrowed his brows and tried again, his voice a little more desperate. “yami, come on. i’m dying.”

still, no response—until a soft meow broke the silence. but it came from a different direction. a few inches above his head, in fact.

he forced one eye open, squinting against the light.

there she was—yami. perched neatly atop the sofa’s backrest, blinking down at him with a judgmental gaze only a cat could manage. she let out another quiet meow, almost as if to say, ‘don’t drag me into your mess, human.’

jungwon blinked. once. twice.

“…if yami is there,” he muttered to himself, brain still wrapped in fog, “then what the hell is on my chest?”

slowly, hesitantly, he tilted his head down.

and then he saw you.

his breath caught in his throat. time stopped.

you were curled up against him, your head resting peacefully on his bare chest, arm loosely draped around his waist. tangled in the same blanket, legs slightly entwined, breaths rising and falling in quiet sync. your face was relaxed, framed gently by your hair, and far too close to the danger zone that was his heart.

jungwon’s face flushed red instantly, color creeping up his neck to his ears like wildfire.

‘i’m shirtless,’ he realized with a jolt, instinctively pulling his hands away from where they’d unknowingly rested—close enough to feel your warmth.

his mind raced.

‘okay. think. what happened last night?’

he squinted at the ceiling, piecing together fragments of memory—his friends, the bar, music loud enough to shake his bones, too many drinks passed around, laughter, and bad dancing. and then… blank.

nothing about this.

and just as he started to panic further, you moved.

a soft hum escaped your lips as you nestled closer to him, face brushing against the crook of his neck like you belonged there. your hand slid slightly across his chest, warm palm resting right over his heartbeat.

he made a strangled noise—something between a gasp and a prayer.

his heart thudded loudly under your touch, so loud he was certain you’d wake up and hear it screaming. he bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet.

“she’s gonna be the death of me,” he thought, staring at the ceiling like it held all the answers to the universe—or at least to why his chest was now a pillow.

after a few deep breaths, he mustered the courage to lift a shaky hand and gently tapped your shoulder.

“hey…” he whispered, as softly as his rattled nerves allowed. “wake up.”

you groaned in response, furrowing your brows. instead of pulling away, you buried your face deeper into his neck, your hand unconsciously splaying more firmly across his chest.

jungwon stopped breathing for a second.

he was certain this moment would either kill him or convert him into a monk.

he couldn’t help it anymore.

‘when will i ever get to hug her like this again?’ the thought whispered through jungwon’s mind like a confession. his restraint crumbled.

before reason could intervene, his arms moved on their own—wrapping tightly around you, drawing you even closer into his chest as though you were something precious he was afraid to lose. his face nuzzled into your hair, breathing in the quiet scent of you—soft, familiar, calming. then, as if overcome by a sudden, overwhelming wave of affection, he began to pepper gentle kisses across the top of your head. once. twice. again. and again.

it was, without a doubt, a case of cuteness aggression. your mere presence in his arms was too much for his heart to handle.

but even in the bliss of the moment, a sliver of panic returned.

‘she’s going to wake up and freak out,’ he thought, dread seeping in. ‘she’s going to scream or hit me or—’

he didn’t know that you already knew. and that you wouldn't be surprised. not even a little.

with a reluctant sigh, he slowly pulled back from the embrace, letting his arms fall away from your frame. he hesitated before gently shaking your shoulder, trying to rouse you from sleep—soft enough not to startle, but persistent enough to work.

and this time, it did.

you stirred with a groan, blinking up at him with a single eye, your features still heavy with sleep. and then, to his complete confusion, you smiled.

‘why is she smiling?’ his mind stumbled. ‘isn’t she supposed to—panic? shove me off?’

but instead, you just said, “good morning,” in that warm, slightly raspy morning voice of yours, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

and then you moved. shifted upward. now fully lying on top of him.

your chin came to rest gently on his chest, eyes gazing up into his, content and unbothered—as though this kind of closeness was your everyday routine. jungwon, meanwhile, was malfunctioning.

he stared down at you, blinking as though he’d forgotten how to speak. the soft morning light was pooling through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your face, illuminating your smile, making you look absolutely ethereal. breathtaking. like a dream.

he felt like his brain had unplugged itself.

you tilted your head slightly, curious at his speechlessness. amused, even.

a few long seconds passed before he finally remembered how to use words. “g-good morning,” he stammered, voice embarrassingly unsteady.

you chuckled, the sound bright and airy. you knew exactly what he was feeling—flustered, completely thrown off-guard by your lack of panic and your excessive proximity.

you stayed like that for a while, tangled in the stillness of morning, the silence between you stretching comfortably. but as you looked down at him, you noticed something odd—his arms were no longer wrapped around you. they were just… floating awkwardly near his head, like he didn’t know where to put them or if he was even allowed to touch you anymore.

you pouted slightly.

he cleared his throat, clearly trying to maintain whatever was left of his composure.

you tilted your head again, brows raised in silent question—‘what’s wrong?’

he spoke at last, though his voice stumbled out in fragments.

“w-what... happened last night?”

you blinked at him, momentarily stunned. then, after a beat, a quiet, amused breath escaped you—something between a laugh and a sigh.

he doesn’t remember.

you thought he was just feeling flustered. you were't expecting him to not remember what happened last night.

you shook your head, lips quirking upward as you looked down at him, amused by how truly lost he looked. jungwon, still blinking rapidly, stared up at you like you’d just started speaking in riddles.

‘why is she laughing?’ his eyes seemed to plead for an explanation. ‘did i say something weird? embarrassing? did i do something—’

“i knew it,” you murmured under your breath, as if confirming something long suspected.

“knew what?” he asked instinctively, but you didn’t answer right away. instead, you leaned down and pinched his cheek gently, earning a startled blink from him.

“good thing you’re cute,” you said, voice laced with mock severity—then kissed his cheek once. twice. and then a third time for good measure.

he froze beneath your touch, brain flickering between mild panic and pure confusion. ‘what is happening?’ he thought, nearly out loud. ‘why is she kissing me like that?’

but before he could find a thread of logic to cling to, your voice returned—light, sweet, but with a sharpness that made him straighten slightly.

“but being cute won’t cut it,” you said casually, brushing your fingers against his jaw. “i’m mad at you for what you did last night.”

his eyes flew open, alarm setting in like a sudden gust of cold air.

‘what did i do? why is she mad? did i say something stupid? did i cross a line? did i—’

you could practically hear the flurry of panicked questions buzzing inside his head, written all over his expression.

you pushed yourself up, and in doing so, you revealed something that nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.

his breath caught audibly.

you were wearing nothing but your bra and—his cardigan. the same light grey one he’d worn out last night, now draped loosely over your shoulders, the sleeves falling past your fingertips, the fabric hanging open just enough to hint at what lay beneath.

jungwon’s brain, already short-circuiting, utterly failed him now. he averted his eyes like they burned, cheeks rapidly turning crimson.

‘why is she in my cardigan? why isn’t she wearing a shirt? are those—’ his eyes darted back to you for a second before retreating again— ‘are those... hickeys? on her neck? on her collarbone? did i... did i do that?’

he gulped audibly.

you let out another small laugh, not unkind—just endlessly amused by how adorably flustered he was. you reached out, cupping his cheek once more, and gently turned his face back toward yours.

“let’s get up,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his skin. “i know you're having the worst hangover right now.”

you sat up properly, tying your hair back with practiced ease. he barely processed it—still staring at you like you were both a miracle and a mystery.

then, without another word, you stood, stretched with a quiet hum, and padded off toward the kitchen, the oversized cardigan swaying around your frame.

jungwon watched you go in stunned silence, still flat on the couch like a man recovering from a fever dream.

he wasn’t sure if he needed water, a cold shower, or divine intervention.

but one thing was certain: he was absolutely, entirely, and hopelessly in trouble.

and he doesn't know why but he didn’t even mind.

a few minutes passed before jungwon finally pulled himself off the sofa. his legs felt heavier than usual, and his mind still lagged a step behind reality. he glanced down, finding himself obviously shirtless, his belt hanging loosely from the loops of his pants—undone, though mercifully still fastened enough to maintain his dignity. remembering the faint trace of hickeys left on your neck and collarbone wasn’t helping his spiraling thoughts.

his gaze fell to the shirt on the floor.

your shirt.

meanwhile, you were already in the kitchen, humming softly to yourself as you prepared coffee for the both of you—moving with the kind of casual grace that comes from being completely comfortable in someone else’s space, wearing someone else’s cardigan, and looking entirely unbothered by last night’s events.

when you turned around with two mugs in hand, you were momentarily startled to see jungwon standing just across the island counter.

or rather—hiding.

he had draped the blanket from the couch over his head and shoulders like a makeshift cloak of shame, the edges nearly brushing the floor.

you blinked. and then you burst out laughing.

“seriously?” you giggled. “you look like a sad little ghost.”

“i feel like one,” he muttered from beneath the blanket.

still grinning, you set the mugs down and gently slid his toward him. “sit down, ghost boy. drink your coffee before you wither into the afterlife.”

he obeyed, sinking onto one of the stools without saying another word. he murmured a soft thank you, fingers curling around the warmth of the mug as though it could anchor him back to sanity. what it couldn’t help with, however, was the sight of you.

you were still wearing his cardigan—unzipped, loose—and underneath it, just your bra.

jungwon did his best to avert his gaze, sipping his coffee like it was holy water, but every time his eyes drifted, they betrayed him. the curve of your collarbone, the way the cardigan slipped off one shoulder, the slight sway of your hips when you turned...

he was convinced he was going to pass out before breakfast.

you didn’t make it any easier. in fact, you turned away again with a mischievous hum and started grabbing ingredients.

“i’m making toast with bacon and eggs. that cool?” you asked, already slipping slices of bread into the toaster, cracking eggs with practiced ease.

“y-yeah, that’s fine,” he answered, voice barely above a whisper.

you smiled softly to yourself and continued cooking.

once everything was done, you plated the food with care and brought the dishes over. jungwon cleared his throat awkwardly, the silence growing heavier between you as he dared to speak.

“i’m... shirtless,” he pointed out, as if it had just occurred to him.

you looked up from your plate, blinked once, then nodded. “mhm. noticed that earlier.”

he squinted at you. “and are you even planning on giving me back my cardigan?”

you looked down at the soft fabric wrapped around you, then back at him with a smirk playing at your lips. casually, you leaned forward across the island, resting your elbows on the counter and your chin on your hands.

“nah,” you said with a cheeky smile. “i kinda wanna keep it for myself.”

jungwon’s heart practically melted.

‘why is she doing this to me?’ he thought helplessly. ‘why is she so pretty? why is she so dangerous?’

he stared down into his coffee like it held the answers, cheeks still burning as he reached for a piece of toast. you started eating too, the silence now a comfortable one—soft, domestic, filled with the quiet sounds of clinking forks and shared glances.

but eventually, the weight of uncertainty became too much to bear.

he drew in a breath, summoned the last of his courage, and broke the silence again.

“i still... don’t know what happened last night.”

his voice was quiet, sincere. his eyes remained fixed on the rippling surface of his coffee.

the question lingered between you like steam rising from the mugs.

and now, it was your turn to decide what you wanted to give him—truth, reassurance, a tease, or maybe all three.

you were placing the dishes in the sink when he asked.

the plate in your hand hovered mid-air for a moment before you set it down in the sink. a smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you turned toward him.

slowly, you walked over, the echo of your bare feet soft against the tiled floor. jungwon, still wrapped in the couch blanket like some confused ghost, did not lift his gaze. he was doing an impressively terrible job at pretending not to look at you—even though the pink blooming at the tips of his ears gave him away.

he didn’t see you smile.

you came to a stop right beside him. then, gently, you reached out and tilted his face toward yours by the chin.

his breath hitched.

you leaned in, just close enough for your lips to brush the corner of his mouth—a ghost of a kiss, barely there, but it was enough to short-circuit what little brain activity he had left.

his shoulders stiffened. his hands froze around his coffee mug. his pupils dilated like you had cast some sort of spell.

“that’s for you to find out,” you whispered, your voice dipped in honey and mischief.

then your fingers slid up to rest on his cheek, your thumb brushing delicately over his skin—slow, affectionate, and undeniably cruel in the best way. he leaned into your touch without thinking, his eyes searching yours like he was desperately trying to decode whatever language your smile was written in.

“you can handle the cleanup, right?” you asked sweetly, as if you hadn’t just fried his nervous system in one go.

he blinked.

then, still dazed, nodded.

you chuckled—soft and victorious—and turned away. he couldn’t help but watch you as you walked, the hem of his cardigan swaying gently with each step. you pulled it around yourself, zipped it up halfway, and tossed a casual glance over your shoulder.

“i’m keeping your cardigan, by the way. i’ll give it back once you remember. thanks.”

he looked like he was about to combust.

you opened the door, your fingers curled loosely around the frame as you gave him one last wave.

then you were gone, just like that.

the apartment fell into silence again. jungwon remained on his stool, staring at the door like it might offer answers. it didn’t. the only thing that broke the quiet was a soft meow—yami had claimed a seat on the island table and was now staring at him like she wanted answers too.

he groaned, dragging his hands down his face.

“ugh,” he muttered. “she’s trying to kill me. she’s actually trying to kill me. what am i gonna do?!”

his heart was racing. his mind was spinning. and somewhere inside his chest, something unfamiliar and wild and hopeful had begun to bloom.

meanwhile, just next door, you were busy snapping mirror selfies—wearing his cardigan, still warm from him, and grinning like a teenager who just pulled off the perfect prank. the pictures went straight to your group chat with yunjin, kazuha, and chaewon, accompanied by a string of excited emojis and one very smug caption.

you: mission accomplished. 💅🏻

now all that was left… was to wait.

and see if jungwon would remember—and more importantly, if he’d do something about it.

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[heisenbergs-magnetic-dick]

wesker turned into a cat. now what?

implied wesker x reader towards the end

summary: yk princess and the frog? it’s that.

no use of y/n - gn!reader

a/n: writing this instead of updating my fic because my brain stopped working. anyways!!! i did not specify what color/breed cat!wesker is so feel free to use your imagination. also the lowercase is intended btw.

he doesn’t know how it happened nor why, but he has to get to the bottom of it. what the hell did he even do to get left in this pathetic state? it should be unreal that this is even happening. but it’s late and he’s the only one who hasn’t gone home yet, so what does that mean?

nap on the comfiest chair and call it a night.

he can figure this out when his mind is clouded with exhaustion. and before anyone sees him like this. he’d likely have to kill everyone in STARS or himself out of embarrassment. but he’s asleep before he can decide on a proper method. do all cats fall asleep so easily?

“aww, where’d this dude come from!? is he yours?” before his eyes are even open, wesker’s being lifted into the air and fawned over by… oh.

it’s you.

you were always early to clock in, and he didn’t entirely hate you. still, he would’ve thought you would know better than to pick up a random animal with god knows how many diseases. not that he’s like that. he’s one of the clean ones, of course.

“a cat? he must be chief irons’…” says chris, peeping over your shoulder. wesker grimaced.

no way would he ever be someone’s house pet, much less that old bastard irons’ house pet. his grimace deepened when chris took him from you. he called out his name, but it came out in a sharp hiss. well, at least he could still show he wasn’t interested in this puny form.

“I don’t think it likes you, chris. look at it. look at its ears,” you say poking at wesker’s little airplane ears. nevermind. you’re just as bad as redfield.

“nah, I’m good with all kinds of animals. just ask claire!” chris laughed confidently. he pulled the catified wesker up to his face and rubbed him against his cheek affectionately. “who’s a good kitty~? who’s a good— argh! what the fuck!? damn cat!”

one good swipe at the cheek was enough for chris to shove the mysterious tom back into your arms. you couldn’t help but laugh at your friend, watching a bit of blood trickle from the cut just under his left eye.

“I told you, chris. karma’s a bitch, you know.”

…

“he can’t belong to chief irons. he doesn’t exactly uh… like animals.”

you’re sitting at your desk, the cat in front of you. across you are jill and chris sitting at their own desks, facing you. by now you’re all stumped. none of you have any idea where this cat came from in the first place. or why he was so menacing for no reason.

“and we can rule out barry.” chris adds. “he’s allergic… so he says. then again he does prefer dogs over cats,” he murmurs. you and jill take his word for it since chris has known barry the longest. “he’s here, but he won’t set foot in the office as long as this fella’s hangin’ out.”

earlier after disinfecting chris’s scratch, the two of you discovered that the cat was a male, though it almost cost you an eye because wesker wasn’t there to be a vulnerable, pitiful creature. however, he will never admit that your belly scratches felt quite nice.

wait. what’s wrong with him? it had to have been a side effect of this whole… situation.

“hey, maybe he can be an office cat! do you think if we ask captain wesker nicely he’ll let us keep him?” you ask. at the mention of his name, albert’s ears twitch involuntarily and he gets your attention with words translated into meows. “no, silly. you’re not wesker,” you pat the creature’s head and smile.

after a moment, jill perks up with an idea. “we should name him! let’s call him captain whiskers for now, hm? it’s like homage to wesker, it’s perfect.” she suggests.

albert lets out an annoyed sigh, again coming out as a low, rumbly meow. the three of you nod in agreement, having officially decided on a name for your temporary pet. however, he notes how things could be much, much worse for him. still, he would’ve expected better from his team. at least you and jill, anyway.

while loving on a random cat carrying any number of diseases isn’t one of your better ideas, he concludes that this transformation will lose effect soon enough and that things could be much, much worse for him.

well… this wouldn’t be the end of the world, he thinks as you scratch that itch behind his pointy ears.

…

it’s the end of the world.

no work's been done.

barry's been avoiding the office all day so there's no order whatsoever.

rebecca and the other bravo team members are encouraging all the tomfoolery happening.

and worst of all, he's been everyone's muse for entertainment. there was nothing worse than this.

while all of you are goofing around, he's praying a bioweapon barges into the stars office and massacres everyone last one of these absolute hooligans.

"Wait! you can't use a marker on his fur, that's dangerous for cats!" rebecca injects as you and jill are attempting to recreate the lion king with the newly appointed 'captain whiskers'.

you turn around and see chris picking at the bandaid on his face. "hmm. hey, chris! is your scratch still bleeding? mind lending us some blood? we need something red!"

"what the fuck? hell no, are you insane?! use your own blood!"

albert, who's suspended in the air swears up and down that there'll be more blood if something doesn't stop you guys right now. a tyrant, a natural disaster— god, even. but no, he just has to be subjected to what very may well be torture. if this wasn’t proof that the universe hated him, he didn’t know what was.

“i have a sticker,” brad shuts his desk drawer and holds up a sheet of stickers— usually handed out to the children who visited the station on school trips. he peels off a red star and sticks it gently on albert’s forehead while you hold him still. relaxed as he is with you, he’s hating every second of this.

he keeps trying to remind himself that things could still get worse. it could be chris holding him right now. though it looks like he put some sort of fear in chris after the first incident. he hasn’t tried picking him up at all.

“oh yeah, just like the movie,” brad chuckles.

“good thing chief irons isn’t here. wesker too. they’d suspend us all without pay if they were seeing this.” jill says through a smile. rebecca agrees, as do you and chris.

“speaking of which… where even is wesker? did he come in today?” chris asks.

“nah, he didn’t. but he’s really fucking late though,” you giggle. “now he can stop giving us shit for not being on time. i bet he ran out of hair gel or something and that’s why he’s been a no-show.”

still imprisoned in the air, albert hisses and irritated ramblings become angry meows that reverberate across the room. he swiped at your arm, leaving a deep cut along your forearm. as deep as his claws could manage, anyway. he began to flail around, demanding to be set down as he caused a scene.

“woah— hey, dude! little shit— cut that out!” you shout as if you’re scolding a misbehaving toddler. “jesus fuck, i’ll put you down,”

you set him down, and almost immediately he darts to the corner of the room where he leaps onto a cluttered shelf before curling up nicely on a stack of files.

…

it’s been a few hours and things have calmed down. albert remained curled on the shelf, watching as everyone decided to work at their desks the rest of the day. normally he’d be doing the same, but nothing since last night has been even remotely normal.

some of the team went in and out, and barry popped in once but immediately left when he saw the cat again. when the end of the day rolls around, everyone’s getting ready to leave. rebecca goes first, giving albert a little pet before heading out. next it’s brad and jill who leave who bid the cat goodbye on their way out, leaving chris, captain whiskers and yourself.

“you’re taking that thing home? what if he kills you in your sleep?” chris asks, shuddering as you cradle the cat in your arms.

again, albert doesn’t mind. in fact, he finds himself leaning more into your hand the more you insist on massaging his head. it isn’t long before his tired eyes snap open when he realizes he’s purring. purring? no way.

this can’t be. being affectionate isn’t his thing, nor is being on the receiving end of it. he doesn’t like this… but he’s beginning to doubt that belief when he attempts to curl into you. he seriously can’t help it. was this some kind of curse? would he permanently become an actual cat by midnight like fucking cinderella? as if his mind wasn’t already a hell of a mess.

“oh really? i think he likes me. beside, he can’t sleep in the office. what if someone else finds him and kicks him out?” you ask. “either that or wesker blames us for the amount of cat fur all over the chairs and we get in trouble with irons. i’ll buy cat food on the way home, and he can use the bathroom outside like a dog if he has to. what’s the worse that’ll happen?”

that i’ll probably become some mangy cat for the rest of my life, albert wants to say, but is too busy absorbing your body heat to even comprehend anything else. you’re just so warm, and it’s making him feel unwillingly fuzzy inside. at least now he can say his inside matches his outside.

“i’m pretty sure he’s not gonna murder me. he’s a sweetheart, just look at his cute little face,” you grin, using your index finger to scratch that spot under captain whiskers’ chin.

chris shifted his gaze to the creature, who met his eyes instantaneously. a shudder trailed down his spine as he stared into the cat’s cold, calculating gaze that felt a little too familiar. he just shook his head and chose to ignore that sudden weird feeling. “yeah… that’s not the word i’d use, but if you think you’re up to it…”

“of course i am. now walk me to my car before someone actually tries to murder me.”

…

you’re lucky there was one store left open this late at night. the only 24 hour store in the area.

“wet food, dry food, all that…” you say to yourself, buckling yourself back into the driver’s seat. “and…” you trail off digging through the bag before tossing it in the backseat. “a little cat bow-tie!”

you present the navy blue tie to albert who’s sat in the passenger seat. when you hold it out, he sits up a little more. if he’s going to be a cat tonight, he’ll be damn sure to be a proper looking cat while he’s at it.

he lets you clip the collar around his neck and you give him some more scratches for sitting still. if and when he returns to normal, he’d never bring this up. ever. and he’d never admit it… but the idea of being pampered and treated like a higher being sounded quite nice. he knew enough to know that cat owners practically worshipped their companions.

“aww, look at you!” you use both hands to lightly scrunch his little face together. “hm, i’ve always wanted a cat.” you say, pulling your hands away to start your car. “you’re very handsome in that bow-tie, captain whiskers,”

when you arrive back at your apartment, you bring albert into the kitchen and place him on the counter while you find a plate to put the cat food on (you’d forgotten to purchase a feeding bowl). half of it was a bit of wet food, the other half was dry. you wanted to be sure what your new kitty preferred.

“okay,” you say, sliding the paper plate in front of the cat for him to eat. he had to be hungry after not eating a thing all day. “i’ll get you some water, too.” your back is only turned for a second before you hear something hit the floor. slowly, you turn around to see that the plate had been smacked onto the ground. “i— what the hell, dude!”

albert only blinks at you before before sitting himself on the edge of the counter. he’s not about to eat that rubbish, what the hell does he look like to you? you would feed that to a house pet? absolutely not. he’d wait for you to pull something out for yourself and eat then.

“spoiled. whatever… if i give up now chris won’t let me live it down.” you mutter. you grab up the plate and sweep up the food. after throwing it into the trash, you cross your arms and stand in front of the cat. “mmm… it’s fine though. you’re cute.”

you pet his head again, letting your hand glide down his back and scratching near his tail. he seems to like it. he does.

he’s not sure why he’s purring so much, why it feels like he vibrating from the inside out. he stretches out his front legs, spreading out his little toes as he kneads into the counter. it’s surprising how natural this is beginning to feel. is that a good thing? he doesn’t really care, because he’s absolutely lost right now.

this was beneath him.

this wasn’t him at all.

why was he feeling so… so desperate? why did he suddenly feel some kind of emotion— some kind of yearning for affection?

yet albert didn’t attempt to hiss or scratch you. at the very least, he found you more tolerable than most. or maybe it’s because you were always hanging out with chris and between the two of you… he preferred you most of the time. no offense to chris, as he was still a reliable teammate.

albert stands up and pushes his head against your hand, causing you to let out a quiet laugh. the petting increases and his purring becomes louder whether he wants it to or not. you still need to get him some water, so you pull your hand away.

“okay, okay. let me just get you something to drink so you don’t die of dehydration,” you tell him rubbing his back and kissing the top of his furry little head before turning around to find a bowl sizable for a cat.

you find one good enough and fill it halfway. you’re careful not to spill it as you turn around, but the sight you’re met with makes you forget that completely as you drop the bowl and let smash against the tile floor.

“oh, shit—“ you don’t know what to say. “uh… captain wesker…? but how—? th—the cat…?”

his hair’s messed up and his otherwise neat clothes were wrinkled and disheveled. you see that his dark shades are missing, too. what the fuck was going on? were you dreaming? were you asleep? was everything that happened today even real??

right now albert wesker was sitting on your kitchen counter in place of a stray cat— and he looked just as confused as you did. but his confusion was quickly replaced by a nonchalant relief as he uttered ‘finally’ under his breath.

“you.” it’s the first thing he says, feeling slightly delirious and a little flushed. “you’re very warm.” he awkwardly states.

the fuck?

you can feel heat creeping into your cheeks, and you’re sure you’re bright red in the face. looking anywhere except at wesker.

“…you were a cat. how were you a cat? can you turn back into a cat? i think i liked you better as captain whiskers.” you had so many questions. the biggest one being how the fuck your captain turned into a cat. you bring your eyes back to him.

albert slides off the counter, leaning back against it with crossed arms. “captain wesker isn’t good enough for you, hm?”

…and that’s how you found yourself on the couch with your captain sat on the floor in front of you, hands tangled in his hair as you watched the lion king until the late hours of the night.

a/n: cat wesker my favorite menace

[axoluxy]

Hi! 👋 Is there anything you don't write or something you enjoy writing about the most? If you're alright with that, could you write something about jd and a reader who loves animals and is always feeding stray cats and dogs? Maybe has exotic pets as well? Id love for it to be something with a masc reader or gender neutral. HC, oneshot, whatever you feel like

"This Again?" J.D. x GN!Reader

summary; see asked ^ notes; GUYS IK I HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING AND I'M TRYING TO WORK BACKWARDS WITH REQUESTS, PLEASE GIVE ME MORE SO IT WILL HELP ME GET MORE OUT. ALSO FIRST ONESHOT PLEASE BE NICE!! warnings; intended lowercase, swearing, j.d.'s shit™️ word count; 999 words

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second person pov;

it was a slow saturday and you had decided to pay your boyfriend, j.d. a little visit. you had been with him for a little over 5 months and you loved him to pieces. albeit, he was a little frustrating at times, especially with nagging. no matter, you two were hopelessly in love, high school sweethearts who were still in high school.

on your way to his house, however, you heard a grey tabby kitten meowing from across the road. it looked to be hungry and very skinny. you could tell it hadn't had food in days.

'poor thing..' you thought, while simultaneously crossing the street to take care of it. when you went to go up to the small animal, it back away frightened. with a small frown you pulled out a few cat treat's from your side bag that would have gone to your cat, but let's be honest, he was spoiled enough.

you crouched down to the kittens level and held your hand out for it to inspect. the kitten curiously walked towards your hand and sniffed it. it flinched and then went back to sniffing it. after about 45 seconds of the kitten making sure you weren't gonna hurt it, it hesitantly ate the treats out of your hand. you smiled softly at it and went along with your journey to your boyfriend's house.

after a few minutes you noticed the cat was following behind you, seemingly wanting more out of you. you sigh and you melted at the cute animal, how could you not want to keep such a cute thing? you carefully picked it up, inspecting it for fleas and tics. it meowed a few times and you laughed every time it did. sometimes you would meow back at it, it was a habit honestly. once finding out it was parasite free, and finding out that it was a girl. you cradled her in your arms.

"i think i'm gonna name you millie." you smiled down at your new companion, occasionally petting her soft fur. for a stray with no collar and looked starved, she was oddly well-kept. millie softly purred at the new-found affection and stayed snuggled in your arms.

the walk to your boyfriend's house went by relatively quickly with millie to keep you company. every so often, you coo about how she was going to love all your other animals at home.

once arriving to the beautiful house, you knocked at the door. after not receiving an answer you groaned and tried again. eventually, your boyfriend did answer the door and looked at you, and then your arms.

"what's that?" he asked snidely. you just rolled your eyes and let yourself in, since you were used to his bullshit.

"what happened to hello and how are you?" you replied sarcastically. he sighed and went to the kitchen to pour you a glass of water, you followed suit.

your arms were going a little numb from carrying your little girl. he smiled at you looking down at the new cat and gave her a few pets. he was always gentle with animals. he kissed your forehead and carried the glasses of water to the living room with you.

"hello, darling. it's nice to see you."

"that's more like it." you nodded and sat at his couch. you placed millie in your lap and she comfortably curled up and closed her eyes, taking a nap on your lap.

j.d. sat down next to you, your legs touching and guided your head to rest on his shoulder. you smiled and closed your eyes while subconsciously petting millie.

"it's like you pluck every animal off the street and take them to live with you." he chuckles, making you open your eyes. you sighed once more, knowing he was somewhat right. that wouldn't stop you from protesting.

"you're just mad you don't find little guys like this on the street." you whispered, for you were a little tired. he saw this and patted your cheek, making your head jolt up. he laughed at you, not in a teasing way, he just thought you were cute.

"it's cute, i'll admit that much. is it a girl or boy?" he gave the kitten another little pet before his hand trailed down to your thigh. you clicked your tongue and laughed softly, you moved his hand back into his own lap. as much as you enjoyed the affection, now was not the time to be hot and heavy.

"she's a girl. i named her millie." you smiled down at her, she looked so peaceful as she slept in your lap. j.d. laughed at your softness with the animal.

"no, i know you aren't laughing. you love every single animal i take in!" you whisper-yell as to not wake the cat.

"i know, i know, i'm just teasing darling... hey, isn't millie the name you were gonna name that rat?" he simpered at you reusing the name. you feigned shock and betrayal but sigh with a small chuckle.

"yeah, but i just feel like bathtub was a better name." you sighed, knowing j.d.'s going to make another snide comment.

"no, you need to throw that fucker into a bathtub because i swear to god..." he trailed off. you playfully smacked him on the arm and he let's out a small 'ow.'

"rat's are actually very clean animals, plus i know you love him." you correct him. he mimicked you and you rolled your eyes with a small smile.

"don't be like that."

"i don't like that rat, it bites at my shoes." he complained with a exaggerated sad tone

"oh your poor shoes, he only does that because you kicked him."

"by accident!" he exclaimed. you laughed and the mix of the two loud sounds wakes millie up. she meows at the two of you. both your eyes were now directed at her. you and jason both looked back at each other and laughed. maybe you were an outward animal lover, but deep down, you knew j.d. was one too.

after another meow, you meow back at her.

"what? are you a cat too now?" j.d. grins and pulls you closer with a hand on your waist. you gave a small chuckle and shake your head.

"it's habit, my love." you respond. he nods in understanding and kisses your temple, watching you play with millie's paws.

he admired you playing with your new friend and eventually got up to get the new addition to the family a bowl of water.

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GUYS IDK HOW I LIKE THIS.

[snowflake-bah]

𝜗𝜚 PACK # 035 – mod bug

+ level 4

meow >_<

name : bug

pronouns : they / them , she / her , he / him , it / its , shi / hir , sh☆ / h☆r , hy / hym , xe / xem , bug / bugs , acid / acids , rainbow / rainbows , rot / rots , ghost / ghosts , fae / faes , 🌈 / 🌈s , 🍄 / 🍄s , 🐾 / 🐾s , 🐛 / 🐛s

age : perma14

species : human

gender : genderfluid , xenogender hoarder

orientation : pansexual , aroacespike , polyamorous

cisIDs : cis autistic , cis adhd , cis afab , cis otaku , cis sensitive

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paraphilias : 😖 , auto💤 , 🛍 , 🐰🎀

role : co - host , hyperfixation keeper , autism symptom holder , emotional protector , special interest holder , decorator , social media manager

source : x

personality : nice , quirky , understanding , awkward

likes : bugs , minecraft , dsmp , board games , listening to music

dislikes : sudden noises , mean people

hobbies / interests : making kandi , making ship edits , watching dsmp / mcyters ' streams / videos , reading , playing video games ( especially genshin impact , minecraft and danganronpa )

front triggers : bugs , kandi , accomplishing something , things related to their hyperfixation / special interest , arguments , people being mean , people harassing others , antis / fun police

kintypes : cat , wolf , frog , butterfly therian , c ! tommy , c ! tubbo , fischl , ibuki fictionkin , cc ! tubbo , cc ! tommy , cc ! wilbur , cc ! quackity factkin

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music taste : mother mother , penelope scott , cavetown , marina and the diamonds , sodikken , jazmin bean , maretu , ghost and pals , kikuo , mindless self indulgence , madilyn mei

typing quirk : s - z , all lowercase or all uppercase depending on hir mood , text emotes and kaomojis , abbreviations , spaces out punctuation , unnecessary tonetags

appearance :

emojis : 🌈🍄🐾🐛🌸🌙🖍🐸

extra : bugs hyperfixations are the qsmp , percy jackson , the goth subculture , genshin impact , danganronpa , dnd , 🌈s special interests are bugs , frogs , 2020 and dsmp , is a hellenic polytheist ( worships apollo , hermes , aphrodite and persephone )

[angelvendingmachine]

MEOW!!CAN WE GET LVL 3 KITTY PET REGRESSOR ALTER NAMED ANASTASIA , CATGENDER AND CIS GIRL?OwO🧁

KITTY REGRESSOR ALTERPACK

♡ Lvl 1 ≻

NAMES : Anastasia

AGE : 15

PRNS : She/her , Purr/purrs , Kit/kitty , Pitter/patters , Paw/paws , Mew/meows

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SPECIES : Cat-hybrid (maine coon)

ROLES : Sleep-helper , regressor

SIGN OFF: 🐾 , 🐈 , 🍼

♡ Lvl 2 ≻

CISIDS: White hair, cute, hyposomnia, AuDHD

TRANSIDS: Paws, claws, ears, tail, adored, l0li, owned, pet

MISCIDS: Perma-sleepy, perma-comfycrib

PARAS: Auto-ped0, plushophillia, somno

PERSONALITY: Very sweet and playful, despite her favorite activity being sleeping. Can be very shy when it comes to new people

AESTHETIC: Babycore, pastel milk

♡ Lvl 3 ≻

TYPING QUIRK: All lowercase & cat puns

SPEECH: Soft, high pitched voice talks very little

MEMORIES: N/A - remembers vague memories of cat cafes and the smell of coffee beans

LIKES: Stuffed animals, sleeping, coffee, cartoons, flowers

DISLIKES: Loud noises, bright lights

EXTRA: Pet-regressor + Age-dreamer

[starrvsn]

` ִ ꔫ ۫ ⊹ J.HARLOW ࣪ ˖ WHEN YOU COME HOME TO ME.

pairing: reader x jack harlow

what to know | fluffy! domestic!au, jack being the cutest lover ever, life with jack be like <3, established-relationship!au, this is all fiction! — lowercase is intended.

☆ on rotation: lovesick by laufey, 20191009 i like her by mac damarco, in a good way by faye webster, love of my life by harry styles.

star left a message! my first jack fic! please let me know what you thought about 🩶 i hope you enjoy :)

“when do you think mama's gonna be home, hm?” jack quietly inquires to alpine. gently patting her back while she lays comfortably on his lap. alpine shifts looking up at jack with wide eyes, her ears fluttering at the sound of your title around the house. jack chuckles scratching behind her ears, wondering how a cat can be so adorable.

recently his schedule has been clearing up which meant shorter days in the studio, less days away from home and more time for you. he missed you during his hectic work days especially since your schedules clashed so much, you barely got to see each other despite living in the same house. he fell so easily into a routine with you now that he’s home more and today was one of those days. a few hours ago jack had came back from studio, took a small nap, made a small dinner (very small since his cooking skills are very limited) for the two of you, took alpine on a walk around the neighborhood in a cat sling (which you think he hates wearing but he actually loves it)and finally got ready for bed. during that time he got a message from you telling him you’d be working late due to some complications in some documents that make jack’s head hurt to even think about. it’s now around midnight and you still haven’t gotten home, there wasn’t any other updates from you after you sent around seven.

worry bubbles in jack’s chest as time goes by, it wasn’t out of the ordinary that you came home late especially recently since you’ve been busy with projects at work. he didn’t want to sound clingy but he missed you when you weren’t home with him, only alpine and the many house plants you’ve names to keep him company. he realized how this how you must've felt when he was gone. jack has also gotten so used to sleeping in bed with you that he can’t sleep without you. ever since you started dating you always slept together which made it difficult when he was on tour and the only remedy for that was sleeping on face time with a build-a-bear teddy that smelled like you; call him crazy but it helped but is a secret kept from everyone except you. hence why he’s currently staying up so late, it doesn’t matter how long he has to wait or how tired he feels after work. he wants to be there when you get home. make sure you come home safe and sound. this became a sort of routine between the two of you, though you always tell jack there’s no need for him to stay up, knowing how early he gets up to get the most out of his day— jack is as stubborn as a bull, it didn’t matter what time he wakes up the next day, he just wants to be with you. you don’t know the exact reason as to why he waits for you to come home. all you know is that he wants to make sure you come home safe and that keeps you content. jack is also shy to tell you the exact reason so to keep himself from embarrassment he’ll be keeping the real reason to himself.

jack sits in the lounge, his laptop atop his lap looking over emails and and beat samples when he had the chance while his other mindlessly pets alpine, being sure not to do to much because jack cannot handle another one of her bites or scratched. this was one of jack’s favorite ways to pass time while waiting for you, sometimes he’d be reading a book or watching show. after a while jack gets bored of his scrolling and moves to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, alpine following behind him. her meow’s resonating throughout the home. as he pours hot water into his mug he hears the sound of the door rattling. you’re home. hurriedly, jack dips his tea bag into the mug before plucking alpine in his arms before she can get to the door before him– meaning she gets to see you first, which he was not going to let happen. with alpine safe in his arms, jack jogs his way to the main entrance, rocking on his toes like a little child. he’s excited you’re home but when is he not?

a beeping noise emits from the door and soon reveals you in your full glory, beautiful as ever. alpine meows at your arrival as a wide smile grows on jacks face “welcome home.” he welcomes in a gentle tone. the sound of his voice makes you heart warm, a voice you’ve been yearning to hear this whole day.

“stayed up again?” you implore, pulling off your shoes before walking into the threshold. approaching your lover, awaiting your warmth.

“actually i was catching up on emails n stuff, ended up losing track of time.” he reasons, excuse the same as the last. watching as you coo at alpine before taking her in your arms, purring as she get’s comfortable in your arms. jack’s heart feels full at the sight. you nod absentmindedly at his reason, walking into the kitchen. jack hasn’t given his welcome home kiss yet, huffing with a pout— unsatisfied, he follows you like alpine did him earlier.

“did you not miss me?” he whines wrapping his arms around your waist, halting your movement. you giggle at his clingy behavior melting as he presses a kiss to your lips. a content sighs leaves him— finally feeling his lips against yours after a long day. alpine meows again, ever so talkative. jack pulls away from you, leaning his cheek against the crown of your head. joking about alpine always ruining the mood. basking in the comforting silence and alpines purrs, forgeting about the tea sitting on the counter— gradually getting cold.

“you don’t always have to wait up for me, you know.” looking up at him, taking in his features- counting over the freckles that adorn his face. a face you’d never tire of. eyes full of love and appriciation jack almost melts at the sight of you looking at you, almost falling in love with you over again. a loving smile adorns his face, a hand brushing hair out of your face. he replies,

“i’d always wait for you my love, you know that.”

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[illusivewritings]

distanced - yoru x reader

chapter 1.5: have you heard?

distanced masterlist | ch1 | ch1.5 | ch2

synopsis: just a filler chapter, kinda? i mean there is lore... ahaha. mostly in format of the characters texting, regular writing format later on. the friends talk amongst themselves about their newcomer, and what could possibly be of speculation?

warnings: fem!reader, artist!reader, modern au, college au, cursing, mutual pining, yearning, yoru may be ooc, maybe everyone is ooc tbh, nerds yapping, heartbreak mention, eventual 18+ content, long distance relationship, online setting, intentionally lowercase

a/n: i wrote half of this this while at work… i have yoru brainrot… also if u can guess who y/n’s ex is i’ll give u a cookie :p hint: he’s a fairly popular agent, i think. has great fashion sense too ;3 anyway, i hope u lovelies enjoy!!!

## fic below the cut! ##

cloverfly

hey, jett? reckon we can have a chat about your little friend?

jettstorm

yea sure what’s up

don’t tell me u get bad vibes from her i’ll burst into tears vro

she’s my best friend clove i promise she’s awesome

cloverfly

XD what? no not at all!

i find her quite charming, her skye and i were in the art channel showing each other our stuff last night

jettstorm

oh, phew okay 😅😅 i’m glad to hear that!!!

so then what’s up??

cloverfly

i just wanted to kinda ask if you could… idk, give star a heads up about yoru?

especially after the fiasco between him and skye?

she and i had talked about it in private, and decided i’d dm you

jettstorm

oh yeah

bro can i be honest

skye coming out as a lesbian fr saved her because WHAT was bro thinking cheating on her like that 😭😭

LIKE SKYE IS GORGEOUS???

i love the guy as a friend but wow is he a shitty partner

even if skye and him ended on ok-ish terms…

as okay as it can be for her to come out as gay and boom it turned out he cheated anyway 💀

cloverfly

that’s exactly why i want you to warn star

i was lowkey doing some stalking last night because i’m nosy

jettstorm

wtf do u mean 🥀

cloverfly

ohh you knoowww…

i just saw on val they were in a party together until… like really late last night in ur timezones i think

jettstorm

what ! 😀

cloverfly

yeah, look at his alt’s career history and hers 😭 they were playing for a good while

again, maybe he was just teaching her but

idk i just don’t trust the guy, esp with a new girl

i mean, also considering his background

jettstorm

yeah ur right :/

i’m gonna go msg her rn then

boutta interrogate the fuck outta her!!!!

bcs no MAN is gonna break my girl’s heart!!!!!

cloverfly

speaking of men and relationships

how are u and phoenix? :3

jettstorm

damn that’s my cue to go

my couch needs to be watered and walked brb

cloverfly

JETT.

OMG CMONNN U ALWAYS DO THISSSIIS 😭😭

jettstorm

meow :3

my fault.

i’ll leave.

cloverfly

yeah ok LFMAOAO 😭

————

jettstorm

y/n

y/n

wakey wakey my lovely y/n it’s 12:30 in the afternoon

Y/NNNN

oooo you wanna answer me soooo baaddd ooooo

omg you rly did hang w him for that long didn’t you

you never wake up after 9 am even on weekends u granny

WAKE UUUPPP

starphire

omg

i’n awake whag do yuo want from me

jettstorm

good morning sunshine!!!!!

what did you do last night 😇

starphire

nothing much tbh

i played valture with yoru and we watched anime together

jettstorm

😀!?

starphire

what?

jettstorm

we need to call. like

right now

starphire

uh

okay give me a sec to go to my pc

jettstorm

okkk :3

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isolated

who’s the new girl in the server?

y0ru

jett’s childhood friend or something

wanna q comp?

isolated

don’t think i can with you

dropped down to asc 2 since i’m washed

y0ru

how the fuck did you go from radiant to asc2 in a week

isolated

finals are kicking my ass and i haven’t been performing well either

ever since i got wrist surgery i’m total ass

y0ru

maybe if you let it heal first before you grind comp

isolated

you’re right but i got greedy since i was going to hit rank 200

also have been playing league a lot instead

y0ru

ew

isolated

anyway did you meet her?

y0ru

jett’s friend?

isolated

yeah

y0ru

yea us three queued up swifts together last night

after jett got off it was just her and i

isolated

oh wow, alone? that’s impressive, moving on

y0ru

?

isolated

you know, from skye

y0ru

i don’t even think about skye like that

we both made mistakes, what’s done is done, we’re chill now

even if, i’m not looking for someone rn

isolated

uh huh, yeah

so you hanging out with jett’s friend for hours on end is totally not suspicious considering your track record with girls

y0ru

we hung out and i taught her stuff on val

literally nothing happened, i’m not some freak

isolated

whatever you say

just know phoenix is gonna grill you on this when he hears abt it

y0ru

wdym by that? ‘hears about it’?

isolated

clove may or may not have told me about this entire thing

they stalked your career profile, along with the new girl’s

and you know how they are about yapping… can’t keep a thing to themselves lol

y0ru

for fucks sake

————

starphire

hey

i wanted to thank you for hanging out with me last night :) i had fun!

joining the server was really nerve-wracking, to be honest, but you were cool

y0ru

it’s no problem

lmk if you want to continue jjk or q val whenever

starphire

i will! :D

gtg now since sunnie’s callin :P byee

y0ru

alr

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neonbluu

i bet my bank account phoenix and jett are together already

gekkonekko

you don’t even have to bet if it’s so obvious 🥀

cloverfly

ok how about this

you both owe me money if they already met up behind our backs

if they haven’t before the end of the month, i owe you two money

neonbluu

oh hell yeah

gekkonekko

ok but it’s so obvious they have something… 😑

who else would be fun to bet on…

cloverfly

if i say who i’m thinking of i’d get jumped 👼

neonbluu

was gonna say harbor and astra but aren’t they literally married… like irl…?

gekkonekko

yeah they’re married

cloverfly

they literally met us a week after their marriage you dummy

neonbluu

ok MY BAD for being human bro

gekkonekko

what about iso and star?

neonbluu

?????????????

cloverfly

have they even interacted… at all…

like ur delusional i think

gekkonekko

i kinda am because i want him to myself i just want to make sure 😓

cloverfly

gekko make a move challenge impossible

gekkonekko

alr bro

neonbluu

if anything i’d say yoru and star

cloverfly

no fr!!!!

they literally spent like 5 hrs together first day meeting like are we serious rn!!!! yoru never hangs w any of us after three hrs at most 😭

neonbluu

FIVE? oh i didn’t know it was that bad ☹️

gekkonekko

FIVE?????

oh nah

this fool is gonna break that girl’s heart 🥀

neonbluu

pretty sure clove told jett to warn her anyway

i’d never wish yoru to be anyone’s partner considering his history w them … 😕

even if skye forgave him because she ended up finding out she wasn’t into guys and broke it off, cheating is still a grimey thing to do

cloverfly

no fr

let’s just hope we’re reaching

anyway, dnd session anyone? 😝

neonbluu

yes wait let me get iselin and hazal

@ us in the dnd channel in the server

gekkonekko

god i hope i don’t roll a 1 every turn i get again 🙁

________

“so, yeah, that’s what happened.” sunwoo finishes her lore dump. you’re left to sit in the boiling pot she brewed for you— it was a lot to digest. yoru, someone who you had believed to be a new potential close friend, was a playboy who you have to now be careful of… why? it’s not like you two did anything last night. hell, you forgot you were watching anime with him because of how quiet he was. it was only until he asked if you wanted to hop back on the game that you remembered you in fact weren’t alone.

“you know i’m not looking for a partner, sunnie, right?” you deadpan. “especially not after…” your voice dies in your throat, your heart aching at the thought of your most recent heartbreak. you never let it show to anyone, but even if it was almost three months ago, your wounds were still healing. every time you spoke of anything regarding relationships, it would always make your heart bleed a little bit. your ex’s fingers were intertwined within your soul; getting rid of his impact would be as if you are trying to breathe under water.

so, you tried to let time heal you. sunwoo had tried getting you to confide in her, but it was no use. after trying and trying she’d realized you will come to her about it in due time. she just wished for you to be okay from all of it, from him.

“i know—“ she interjects, already knowing who and what you were going to mention. “i just, i know you get attached easily. i just want you to be careful, n/n.”

sunwoo only ever mentions your nickname in serious conversations. her voice was still as energetic as ever, the worry easy to miss, but you knew her. you knew your sunwoo, and she knew her y/n. she was right, to an extent. but who was she kidding? you’d never be that desperate or lonely enough to fall for a guy online. you knew you were better than that. after your last breakup, you don’t think you can move on— not for a long while.

“alright,” you nod, a heavy sigh following afterwards. “but like i said, i promise nothing sketchy happened last night. he seemed cool.”

sunwoo laughs at your statement. “i cannot believe my ears. ‘yoru’ and ‘cool’ in the same sentence is actually insane!”

you let out a soft giggle. the two of you sat in a comfortable silence until you heard a ping notification coming from sunwoo’s server.

————

cloverfly

@/starphire ay babes what’s your insta? i’ve got some art reels i want to show ya!! 🥳

————

“they’re probably going to also commission you art of their dnd character,” sunwoo commented cheerfully. “told you you’d get good customers when you join here!”

you scoffed playfully at her statement. “oh please, i’d draw anything for this group for free,”

“free! ha!” sunwoo laughed again, though this time it sounded sarcastic. “good luck with that! they’ll never except art for free.”

you smiled at that, knowing there would be people who genuinely want to support you whole enjoying your art. it’s a blissful thing to encounter, and if sunwoo’s right, you couldn’t be more happy to have joined her friend group.

————

starphire

@/cloverfly my ig is sapphirestarzz but i just post myself, my life, etc </3

i’ve been too nervous to actually make an art account tbh

cloverfly

wait let me in even MORE omg

IS THAT YOU IN YOUR ICON?

UR KIDDING

starphire

what do you mean? 🥲 of course that’s me

jettstorm

IM SAYIJINNGGGG

Y/N IS GORGUYS

GORJUS

GORGEOUS

cloverfly

nah i’m like actually stunned, you’re so pretty star

i requesteddd 😝 LET ME IIINNN 💥💥💥

starphire

i accepted you! and ahh ur so sweet clove, thank you :( <3

cloverfly

ofcc 🤭💞

________

“they’re so nice,” you voice as you accept & return clove’s follow request on instagram. sunwoo agrees and starts talking about how she met clove— but that was all drained out when you saw another two follow requests right after.

one was ‘n3onbluues’, who you’d obviously assumed to be neon. the other by the username of ‘y0rukai.’

you’d swiftly accepted neon’s follow request without hesitation and requested to follow back.your thumb hovered over the second user, already knowing who it is. tapping on the username, you noticed that the page was public. it had very few photos; only three. all followed that dark blue nightly aesthetic; it was pleasing to look at. one was a photo of the night sky with the stars shining bright. another was two stray cats he was petting and feeding on a dark city street. one particular photo you found quite pleasing to stare at was a photo of who you’d assume was the owner of the account.

it was a selfie illuminated by the city lights that hovered over him within the dark path of the night. his hair was messy, worn completely down with a vibrant blue streak mixed along the soft sea of black. his eyes tired and squinting at the camera, brows furrowed slightly but not entirely to be a scowl. his ears pierced with silver studs, and two others can be found that framed his left brow’s arch perfectly. he adorned a scarf and a leather jacket, a dark blue shirt underneath. the only thing you would complain about is the black mask covering half of his face, a mystery yet to uncover. a scratch that needed to be itched— you wanted to see the rest of the photo— the rest of him.

his eyes are so pretty, you thought to yourself.

“y/n?” sunwoo asked, snapping you out of your gaze.

“yeah? sorry, what did you say?” you asked, still looking at your phone. you knew you’d just promised her to be careful with yoru, yeah. and you were— hell, how bad could it be to let him follow you on instagram? it’s harmless, no? friends do that. clove and neon followed you, why can’t yoru?

you accepted yoru’s follow request and followed him back, completing the mutual. you placed your phone face down on your desk next to your keyboard.

“did you wanna play some val with iso, yoru, phoenix and i? we can five stack!” she proposed excitedly.

you smiled and accepted, swiftly prompting you two to move to the server’s main voice channel.

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a/n: hihiii thank u sm for reading this little filler-ish chapter ily <3 i hope you enjoyed!! i’ll try and post the next chapter later this week bcs i want. to write yoru yearning so bad…!!! sighs dreamily… anyway, have a good day!! <3

[maewphoria]

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⌗⠀양정원⠀⠀CAT⠀DISTRIBUTION⠀SYSTEM⠀꒰⠀PT.2⠀꒱

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SYNOPSIS⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀starting college in a new city, you’re settling into your apartment and trying to make it feel like home. on your first day, a fluffy calico cat appears on your neighbor's balcony, jumping towards yours as if to greet you, stealing your heart instantly. but when a voice calls out for the cat from the next balcony, panic sets in—you rush back inside, too shy to meet your new neighbor. that neighbor turns out to be yang jungwon, a fellow student in the same university who’s also new in town. thanks to his mischievous and adventurous cat, the two of you keep running into each other in the most unexpected ways. a friendship blossoms, slowly turning into something deeper—though jungwon keeps insisting it’s nothing more than friendship. as feelings grow stronger, the question remains: will their bond turn into something more—or remain just a college memory?

pairing⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀college student!yang jungwon x college student!f.reader. featuring⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀all enhypen members (soon), le sserafim yunjin, kazuha, and chaewon (soon), aespa winter and karina (soon). word count⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀4.813k genre⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀sfw, fluff, angst if you squint, kinda slow burn, college life, university life, slice of life, comedy (although i don't find myself funny), friendships, relationships, and the cat distribution system. (it has chosen you and gave you two lovely cats.) warnings⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀drinking alcohol, parties, getting drunk (obviously), misunderstandings, confusion, jealousy, denial (jungwon is in denial), lots of flirting and tension, cat keeps breaking into your apartment, kissing, skinship, reader (aka us) is very delusional and does a lot of overthinking, a bit cringe (i wrote it so i think it's cringe), and might contain suggestive content in the later parts that are yet to be posted. lowercase letters intended. very proofread. tell me if i'm missing anything. mæw's notes⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀hi guys, i'm finally able to post pt2! i hope you guys enjoy! likes, reblogs, and comments are highly appreciated.

library⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀part one.

#⠀OO1⠀:⠀THE AWKWARD BALCONY MEETING.

you groaned softly as the alarm pierced the silence of your apartment. eyes still heavy with sleep, you reached out blindly to silence it, then sat up in bed, lingering in the quiet. for a brief moment, the temptation to fall back under the covers tugged at you—until the memory of your scheduled furniture delivery pushed through the haze. with a resigned sigh, you began your morning.

you moved through your routine with quiet precision: a splash of cold water to the face, a brush of teeth, a quick sweep of your hair. the routine was grounding, familiar. once done, you padded into the kitchen, brewing a cup of coffee to chase the last remnants of sleep from your mind.

mug in hand, you stepped onto your balcony, the morning air still tinged with a gentle chill. you stretched lazily, shoulders rising and falling as a yawn escaped your lips. just as you were about to turn back inside, a sound stopped you in your tracks.

“meow.”

the drowsiness vanished in an instant, replaced by a smile that bloomed effortlessly. turning your head, you spotted her—yami—perched with the same regal poise she always carried, now on your balcony as if she belonged there.

“well, good morning to you too,” you murmured, voice soft with affection as your hand found her silky fur. she purred in response, pressing into your touch with a sense of trust that warmed your chest.

you took a sip of your coffee, the taste lingering on your tongue as you set the mug on the railing. with practiced gentleness, you scooped yami into your arms, cradling her carefully, fearful of startling her despite her calm demeanor.

wrapped in your arms, she seemed content. and for a moment, you forgot she wasn’t yours—that she belonged to someone else entirely.

lost in the simple joy of holding her, you barely noticed the voice that drifted over from the neighboring apartment.

“yami? where are you, girl?”

you froze, lifting your gaze only to be met with the most beautiful view you've seen this morning (aside from yami): a young man—tall, broad-shouldered, tiny waist, with blonde hair that caught the morning light like fire.

his eyes widened as they met yours, registering the sight of his cat in your arms. and just like that, the world paused.

you stared. he stared. and then—you screamed.

startled, he jolted, while you turned away, covering your face with yami in a poor attempt to shield yourself. “woah– what’s wrong? are you okay?” he asked, genuinely concerned. you peeked through strands of fur and caught sight of the problem—he was wearing nothing but boxers.

he followed your gaze and immediately covered himself with his hands.

“i-i’m so sorry! wait a minute! please don’t go anywhere!” he blurted out, vanishing inside in a blur of limbs and embarrassment. you remained where you stood, cheeks warm, yami still cradled in your arms.

what could you say? he told you to stay put. you were weak when it comes to pretty faces.

soon, you heard shuffling, then footsteps. the door slid open again, revealing him—shirt half on, hair tousled, but now fully clothed and smiling softly.

“hi. i'm sorry about earlier... you must be the new neighbor. my name's jungwon,” he said, voice laced with warmth as he smiled at you. you nearly melted on the spot. that smile was dangerous.

“yes, i moved in just yesterday,” you replied, stumbling over your words. “you must be mine—i mean, my neighbor. i'm y/n, how long have you been living here?”

he chuckled at your flustered tone, leaning against the balcony railing with casual charm. “only two weeks. my university’s nearby—classes start next month.”

“wait, university?” you asked, placing yami carefully on the railing. “are you going to grand horizon university?” his brows rose in pleasant surprise. “yeah. you too?” you nodded, and he laughed—an easy, melodic sound that made your heart flip a little.

“wow, so we’re neighbors and we’re going to the same university. what’s your course though? if we end up in the same one, i might have to believe in soulmates.”

“bsba hrm. business administration, human resource management. you?” as soon as he heard your response, he playfully feigned despair. “damn it. we almost had it. my course is bs arch, bachelor of science in architecture.”

“oh no! i could’ve been your soulmate!” you whined dramatically, jokingly feigning despair before burying your face into yami’s fur. “i mean, i could just steal you right now,” you whispered towards yami with a playful pout.

his laughter rang out again, eyes crinkling at the corners as he watched you. “i see yami’s chosen you,” he said, feigning betrayal. “she’s always sneaking over to your balcony—even before you moved in. what’s wrong with mine, huh yami?”

she meowed back as if answering him, prompting a theatrical gasp from him. “young lady, i did not raise you to be this way!”

you laughed, the ease of the moment wrapping around you like a warm breeze. “you really do give off cat dad energy.” he smiled, softer now. “i’ve always loved cats. ever since i was a kid.”

“i can tell,” you said, continuing to stroke yami gently. suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket. you glanced down, eyes widening as you read the message.

“oh shit, i forgot,” you muttered, quickly typing out a reply. “what’s wrong?” he asked, concern returning to his features. “my furniture’s being delivered soon—they’re already on the way.”

“do you need help?”

you hesitated. “we just met…”

“i don’t actually mind helping you,” he said casually, the corners of his mouth curving into a smug little grin. “i’ve got nothing planned today anyway, so why not? besides, it’s good practice. i am going to be an architect one day, after all.”

he proudly jabbed a thumb toward himself, as if telling you to count on him.

you raised an eyebrow, arms loosely folded, amusement already dancing in your eyes. “so basically… you’re using me?”

his smirk faltered in real-time, his confidence visibly crumbling as his eyes widened. “w-what? no! that’s not what i meant.” his hand flew to his chest in mock (or maybe real) panic. “i swear, i wasn’t trying to exploit your interior design crisis for academic gain.”

a laugh burst out of you before you could stop it, light and full of mischief. “i’m just messing with you.”

he blinked, then exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding. his arms folded tightly across his chest in mild protest, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. “you shouldn’t do that,” he muttered, half-pouting. “i’m too young to have a heart attack.”

“okay, okay, my bad.” you said, half-laughing, half-embarrassed. “so… later? should i just come out here and call you?”

he shook his head with an amused smile, then extended his hand toward you. “can i see your phone for a sec?”

without hesitation—without even questioning it—you handed it to him, like it was the most natural thing in the world. there was something disarming about him, something that made you trust him almost too easily.

“i’ll give you my number,” he said, already typing away. “that way, you can call me whenever you need help—or if you just get bored and wanna bother someone.”

“oh right, why didn’t i think of that?” you mentally facepalmed yourself which made him grin. “maybe you just wanted an excuse to see my face.”

you chuckled, shaking your head. “see you later, jungwon.”

“yeah. see you,” he said, watching as you disappeared into your apartment.

he turned to yami and smiled, “time to go home, troublemaker.” and as if she understood, yami leapt down and trotted back inside without protest.

#⠀OO2⠀:⠀THE BARON PERSONIFIED.

you were halfway through organizing your closet, folding shirts into neat squares, and hanging jackets with a kind of casual precision when your phone buzzed softly on the nearby shelf. a message had come in from the delivery crew scheduled to bring your furniture.

you dropped the shirt that you were currently folding, grabbed your phone, and typed out a quick reply, telling them you'd meet them at the lobby of the building.

you lingered on your home screen for a moment. your thumb hovered above your contact list before scrolling deliberately. it stopped on a name that made your stomach twist in the gentlest way: jungwon (yami’s dad).

a quiet pause stretched in your apartment. were you really about to message him just because he said he would love to help you?

you barely knew him. you had only just met. and yet—there was something about him. something warm. maybe it was the way he smiled, or how his eyes held a softness behind the amusement. maybe you just wanted to see yami again. it didn’t matter.

all you knew was that something about him made you want to be closer. maybe as friends. maybe even... more.

you: hey, it's me. y/n. 🙃 jungwon (yami's dad): hey! what's up?

you blinked at the screen, startled. he replied almost instantly.

so he really had nothing else going on today? or—was he just expecting a message from you? you shook your head quickly, trying to dispel the thought before it bloomed further.

but still, you could imagine it vividly—him smiling down at his phone, thumb tapping lightly as he responded to you.

no. stop.

you sat up straighter and forced your mind back to the task. you needed to be direct, nothing more.

you: so, about your offer earlier… are you still up for it? 😅

you groaned quietly and placed a palm over your face.

“why are you like this?” you muttered to yourself. “you said something straightforward! ‘my furniture is arriving.’ easy. simple. what is this awkward, drawn-out attempt at conversation?”

but there was no taking it back now. all you could do was wait.

jungwon (yami's dad): yes, of course. are they on their way? wanna go to the lobby together?

your heart thudded—once, loud and embarrassingly dramatic, like a clumsy drummer missing his cue in an otherwise silent theater.

he was just being polite, you told yourself, mentally pinching your temples. don’t romanticize this. don’t blow it out of proportion. don’t be that person.you tried to tame the fluttering in your chest with logic.

it’s just to the lobby.

it’s not a date.

you: sure, let's meet up in the corridor after 5 mins? jungwon (yami's dad): sure, see you y/n :))

you locked your phone and stood there for a moment. and then, for reasons you didn’t want to admit even to yourself, you headed for the bathroom.

just to check.

you fussed with your hair a little, fixed your clothes even if they were fine, and made sure you didn’t look like someone who had spent all morning battling a closet before heading to your door.

you inhaled deeply and opened the door.

and there he was—already in front of your apartment, hand raised mid-air, ready to knock.

both of you flinched ever so slightly in surprise, but he recovered quickly, offering a sheepish smile as he dropped his hand and rubbed the back of his neck.

“hey,” he said, soft and casual, “i was just about to knock.” you laughed quietly, tilting your head with a playful glint in your eye. “missed me already?”

he blinked, visibly caught off guard. the tips of his ears reddened slightly as he struggled to find a response. you patted his shoulder and let out a light laugh. “kidding. payback for earlier.”

you turned with a swish, closing the door behind you with a satisfying click before heading toward the elevator. you didn’t need to look back to know he was following—his quiet footsteps and faint muttering confirmed it. still trying to shake the leftover embarrassment off like dust on his hoodie.

as the elevator doors slid closed, trapping you both in a space much too small for subtle tension, he glanced over and quipped, “was that your attempt at flirting? i gotta admit—kind of impressive.”

you flipped your hair dramatically, chin lifted in mock arrogance. “there are layers to me, you haven't even scratched the surface yet.”

“hmm,” he mused, voice dropping just a bit, “maybe i should take this chance to... get to know some of those layers.”

you blinked, unsure if he was still playing along or testing the waters. then he moved—closer. casually, but with purpose. instinctively, you backed away, your spine soon pressed to the cool steel wall of the elevator. your gaze darted to the reflection, catching the smirk on his face as he slowly boxed you in.

your hand flew to his chest, trying to create some space between the two of you while laughing nervously. “hahaha… okay, message received. i surrender. no more teasing, scout’s honor.”

but he didn’t budge. instead, he leaned in further, one arm resting against the wall beside you in a textbook, dramatically cliché kabe-don. your laughter turned from amused to slightly panicked, and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“jungwon,” you warned, voice tight with laughter and disbelief.

he tried holding a serious expression, but your nervous giggle, the slight tremble in your voice—it cracked him. a tiny snort escaped before he lost it completely, his shoulders shaking as he leaned against the wall, laughter spilling out like he'd been holding it in all day.

his laugh was ridiculous—eyes squeezed shut, gums showing, hands on his knees—and somehow it made you laugh too, even as you smacked his arm in mock offense.

“you’re the worst!” you said and playfully smacked his arm again.

“i’m sorry!” he wheezed, half-laughing, half-apologizing. “your reactions are just so priceless!”

he stumbled out of the elevator still breathless from laughter, while you followed, glaring holes into the back of his head. you were so focused on sulking that you didn’t even notice you’d reached the lobby—until you stopped short, your eyes wide in disbelief.

“oh my god…” you murmured, halting in your steps.he paused too, following your gaze.

two delivery men were hauling in an enormous box, followed closely by another two carrying what appeared to be your couch. they lined everything up right in front of you, almost ceremoniously.

“are you miss y/n?” one of the delivery men asked, clipboard balanced in his hand, his voice loud enough to rise over the subtle grunts and shifting boxes. behind him, two others climbed back into the truck, retrieving the next round of cargo.

you blinked, caught off guard, then straightened your posture a little. “y-yes, that’s me.”

“great. we’ll just need to know which floor your apartment is on so we can start moving everything up.”

you exhaled, a breath you didn’t realize you were holding slipping out in quiet relief. “thank goodness. it’s the fifth floor. we can help carry things too—if that’s alright?” your gaze slid over to jungwon, almost instinctively seeking his confirmation.

jungwon, who had been standing beside you with a relaxed stance and mild amusement tugging at his lips, nodded without hesitation. “yes, sir. we’ll help.”

as soon as the movers turned away, jungwon leaned closer, trying—and spectacularly failing—not to laugh under his breath. “looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us.”

“i’m so sorry,” you said with a wince, brows knitting together. “i really didn’t think they were delivering the heavy stuff today.”

he let out a soft laugh and reached over to ruffle your hair, the gesture both gentle and teasing. “don’t worry about it. i did sign up for this, remember?”

and he wasn’t lying. not once did he complain—not during the multiple elevator trips, not while hauling boxes that made your arms ache, not even when one of the furniture legs jabbed him squarely in the side.

the hours blurred together after that, marked by clunky footsteps, the hum of the elevator, the occasional hiss of packing tape, and intermittent bursts of shared laughter. jungwon, despite claiming in one of your conversations in the elevator that he wasn’t much of a gym guy, turned out to be surprisingly sturdy. you started suspecting he’d been modest on purpose.

by the time you picked up the final box—a small one, feather-light in comparison, probably filled with decor—aesthetic trinkets you ordered on impulse.

while convincing yourself they’d spark joy—your body felt like jelly, and your clothes were clinging to you in all the wrong places.

as the elevator doors opened once more to reveal the familiar hallway of your floor, you spotted jungwon already walking ahead. he glanced over his shoulder, noticed the box in your arms, and immediately turned around, meeting you halfway.

without a word, he took it from you like it weighed nothing. “is this the last one?” he asked, a slight sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, though his tone remained light.

“yep,” you sighed as you practically collapsed onto the couch—still in its protective plastic wrap. “i even tipped the movers. they were incredible.”

he set the box down carefully beside the others and turned to look at you, hands on his hips. “you, my neighbor, are officially moved in.”

you stretched your legs out, dramatically groaning. “and officially dead.”

jungwon laughed, stepping over a few rogue packing peanuts. “well at least you're lucky that i’m here. no one helped me when i got here two weeks ago.”

you chuckled softly at what he said before rising from the couch, arms stretching toward the ceiling in a lazy arc. your muscles protested after the day’s exertion, but there was a strange sort of satisfaction in the ache.

jungwon simply watched you with a small, amused smile, arms loosely crossed as if observing a particularly entertaining scene.

“now i just need to make my bed,” you declared, almost too cheerfully for someone who was just complaining earlier.

with that, you disappeared into your bedroom. you knelt beside a suspiciously large box, its contents rattling slightly when touched, and retrieved a booklet—the so-called instruction manual.

it was written in english, accompanied by a series of overly simplified diagrams. but as you flipped through the pages, trying to decipher the minimalistic illustrations and vague arrows, it may as well have been written in some ancient, long-forgotten dialect of confusion. your eyes scanned the page again. and again.

meanwhile, jungwon had casually leaned against the doorway, arms still folded, watching your face contort in quiet, increasingly dramatic dismay.

“need help?” he asked, voice laced with amusement and concern.

you got startled slightly, not having noticed him there. “uh, no—it’s fine. you’ve helped a lot already. i can probably do this on my own.” you added that last part as if trying to convince yourself more than him.

he tilted his head, unconvinced. “are you sure?”

you straightened your back and gave him the most dignified nod you could muster. “yes. i am a grown, independent woman. i’ve got this.”

you did not, in fact, got this.

jungwon chuckled and raised both hands in mock surrender. “alright, alright. i’ll be in the living room. just yell if you decide being independent is overrated.”

time passed. slowly. excruciatingly. nearly twenty minutes ticked by in silence—no clinking of metal, no triumphant exclamations, not even the soft thud of progress. it was suspiciously quiet.

jungwon frowned, pushing himself off the couch just in time to see you emerge from your room, manual clutched tightly in both hands, looking utterly defeated.

“how was the—”

“i need help,” you blurted out, cutting him off mid-sentence before he could even finish the question.

your voice came out quicker than expected, as if your pride had loosened its grip just long enough to let the words slip. it hung awkwardly in the air for a moment, raw and slightly sheepish.

you looked at him, eyes flicking away almost instantly, heat blooming at the tips of your ears. you couldn't even bring yourself to pretend confidence anymore—not after your earlier declaration, so full of misplaced bravado, insisting that you were perfectly capable of handling the bed assembly yourself.

it was a bold statement, one born of pride, your morning coffee just kicking in, and maybe a little bit of delusion.

but now? now you were standing in front of him with your metaphorical tail between your legs, internally mourning the fact that you were not, in fact, handy manny.

not even close.

you were more like... mildly useful martha. and even that was pushing it.

he tried not to smile, really, he did. “you could’ve just said that earlier,” he said, gently taking the manual from your hands.

“i really tried,” you muttered.he glanced at you over the top of the manual, a small grin playing at his lips. then, without another word, he turned and strode into your room.

you followed closely behind, watching as he crouched by the chaotic spread of parts and began sorting them with methodical precision, muttering to himself as he matched bolts and boards like a puzzle savant.

“i can help,” you said, straightening up quickly. “just tell me what to do.”

he paused, glanced back at you with a twinkle in his eye, and then nodded. “for now, i need water.”

“on it.”

you all but dashed into the kitchen, grabbing a cold bottle and returning before handing it with both hands. he accepted it with a soft “thanks,” cracking it open before taking a long drink.

“ready to work?”

you nodded with newfound determination.

“here,” he said, handing you a pair of worn gloves. “i borrowed these from the movers. forgot to return them. figured they’d come in handy.”

you chuckled as you slipped them on, flexing your fingers like those doctors in the er. side by side, the two of you worked—the architect and the apprentice. he guided, you assisted. you handed him screws, held up wooden planks, occasionally squinted at the manual just to feel involved.

and slowly, piece by piece, what once looked like chaos began to take form—a bed, real and sturdy, built with mismatched gloves, a little teamwork, and just the right amount of shared frustration.

when he tightened the last bolt with a satisfying click, he straightened, brushed imaginary dust from his hands, and gave you a triumphant grin.

“we’re done,” he declared, the pride in his voice unmistakable.

you let out a joyful laugh and raised your hand for a high-five, which he met with a satisfying smack.

“thank you! seriously, i was already considering crashing on the couch tonight,” you said, half-laughing as you shoved the mattress onto the freshly assembled frame.

he jumped in to help, shoulder bumping yours playfully. “glad i saved you from such a tragic end.”

and then, without warning, he flopped dramatically onto the mattress, limbs splayed like a starfish.

“just testing if it's sturdy enough,” he said, though the way he rolled over like a child suggested otherwise. after a few experimental bounces, he sat up with a lopsided grin. “yep. solid. i approve.”

you chuckled, shaking your head as you walked toward the kitchen to grab water. he trailed after you, before settling himself on one of the stools like he belonged there.

“do you need help with anything else?” he asked, chin resting on his hand, eyes quietly curious.

you shook your head, brushing a stray hair from your cheek. “just have to unpack the rest now.”

he hummed softly, tapping his fingers against the counter in thought. after a beat of silence, he asked—casually, but with something delicate beneath his tone—“so... should i go now?”

you blinked, caught off guard. his voice may have been light, but his eyes held something softer. something almost... hopeful.

your cheeks warmed. you tried to play it cool, aiming for casual even as your pulse betrayed you. “i mean, you can stay for a bit. if you want.”

his whole face lit up, like someone just told him he won a prize he didn't realize he’d been hoping for.

“really?” he said, clearly delighted. “i could help decorate! i have amazing taste.”

he leaned forward eagerly, and as he did, you studied his face a little closer. the curve of his cheekbones, the way his eyes narrowed when he smiled—it struck you suddenly.

“you look like yami,” you murmured before you could stop yourself. then, tilting your head, you added, “no... you look like a cat.”

he blinked, caught off guard.

“you look like her when she stares at me before leaping from your balcony to mine?” you said, overly amused with your discovery.

then, without thinking—driven by some strange mix of affection and amusement—you reached up and gently patted his head. his hair was soft, messier than usual from the day’s effort. his ears turned a very telling shade of red.

realizing what you were doing, you jerked your hand back like you’d touched fire, suddenly hyperfocused on your water bottle as if it held all the wisdom of the cosmos.

he looked at you, smiling—soft, teasing, a little smug. “i guess that means you think i’m cute.”

you inhaled, squinting at him. “you know what—”

“nope,” he cut in, grinning. “you can’t take it back. it’s already out there. said and sealed.”

you groaned into your hands while he laughed, clearly reveling in your reaction.

then—quietly, almost under his breath, like a secret slipping through the cracks—he added, “you’re cute too.”

you heard it. of course you did. but you pretended not to, eyes still on your bottle.

just then, a soft tap interrupted the moment.you both turned toward the balcony door.

there, standing as regally as ever, was yami—pawing at the glass with the self-assurance of someone who knew she was always welcome.

“this cat,” jungwon muttered under his breath as he pushed himself off the stool to go let her in.

you watched him, heart beating just a little too loud in your chest, wondering when exactly your day turned into something this warm.

the rest of the afternoon was a blur of laughter and shifting furniture. jungwon stayed the whole time, helping arrange the apartment into something that finally felt like home.

hours slipped by like water through fingers. the sun had begun its slow descent behind the city skyline, casting golden streaks of light across the walls, like the final brushstrokes on a canvas nearly complete.

“i kept you here all afternoon,” you murmured, voice laced with guilt as you watched him pick up yami and cradle her in his arms.

he glanced at you and smiled, as if you’d said something ridiculous. “i offered, remember? besides—now you owe me a meal.”

you hesitated, brushing your fingers along the back of the newly positioned couch. “still...”

“seriously, it’s fine.” he leaned slightly against the doorframe, one hand gently supporting yami as she blinked slowly in his arms. “i gained something too—real life experience, and memories. it was a good day.”

your lips curled into a quiet smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “thank you. if it weren’t for you, i’d probably still be halfway through building that bed… or curled up on the couch in defeat.”

he laughed—a soft, genuine sound that echoed lightly. “you're welcome. we should head out. it’s her dinner time.”

“right,” you said, nodding. “i’ll walk you out.”

you walked him and yami to the door, then stood there as they walked to their apartment. when they reached their door, he turned and gave you a small wave.

you waved back, watching as he disappeared into his apartment with yami nestled against his chest.

and just like that, the quiet returned—but it wasn’t empty anymore.

your apartment, once bare and impersonal, now pulsed with a quiet kind of life. furniture in all the right places, walls still glowing with the last remnants of sunset, and the faint trace of laughter still lingering in the air.

you smiled to yourself, chest humming with the flutter of something sweet and uncertain.

back in your room, you began preparing your bed, smoothing the sheets with more care than usual. but your mind wasn’t on the task. not really. his words from earlier kept floating back to you, uninvited but welcome nonetheless:

“now you owe me a meal.”

you bit your lip, fingers pausing on the edge of the blanket.should you cook something? would he expect that? or would taking him out be more... casual?

you glanced at your phone on the nightstand, heart tapping lightly against your ribs.when in doubt—ask the expert.

you grabbed the phone and typed quickly, thumbs flying as you sent the message to the one person who always seemed to know what to do.

you: hey, can we meet up tomorrow?

you stared at the screen for a beat longer, then set the phone down with a small sigh.

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[stars-bah]

Hello! May we request a red giant She-Ra fictive of your choice? Any character you’d like! Thank you!

Names: Catra

Pronouns: she/her, cat/cats, meow/meows, hiss/hisself

Genders: catgirlgender, catgender, meowgender

Romantic orientation: homoromantic

Sexual orientation: homosexual

Likes: cats, stars, quiet, books, graphic novels/comics

Dislikes: bright colours, hugs, music, loud noises

Disabilities: autistic, PTSD, NPD

Age: 19

Roles: NPD holder, fictive, trauma holder

Sign off: 🐾⭐️

Species: cat-human hybrid

Typing quirks: types all lowercase

Hobbies: reading, writing, martial arts

Interests: Gravity Falls, Daria, Batman

Front triggers: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, cats

Source: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

And a star is born °.•☆•*

[thrones-bah]

a level 3 pack with front triggers and stims for a Juanaflippa introject (qsmp)? all we know about her so far is she deals with trauma surrouding family issues, otherwise go wild!

You got it, here she is!! ^^

【 LEVEL THREE — JUANAFLIPPA 】

✿ Name(s) — Juana ,, Eloise ,, Clementine ,, Coral ,, Jean ,, Millie

✿ Age — 11-14

✿ Pronouns — She/Her ,, Egg/Eggs ,, Kit/Kits ,, Meow/Meows ,, Horn/Horns ,, Heart/Hearts

✿ Gender — Transfem ,, Eggiegender ,, Paperfigurinean ,, Axolotlickai ,, Muffinboogender

✿ Orientation — Pansexual

✿ Species / Ethnicity — Human ,, Egg (Formerly)

✿ Source — QSMP

✿ Role(s) — Trauma Holder ,, Overclocker

✿ Faceclaim(s) —

【✦】 — 【✦】 — 【✦】

✿ Personality — Energetic ,, Bubbly ,, Gets Upset Easily ,, Curious ,, Easily Distracted ,, Adventurous

✿ Likes — Collecting Rocks and Twigs ,, Playing in the Snow ,, Making Snowmen ,, Fidget Toys ,, Candy ,, Playing Tag

✿ Dislikes — Being Alone ,, Feeling Abandoned ,, Vegetables ,, Creepy Media ,, When Her Glasses Get Foggy

✿ Sign-Offs — 🦠 ,, 🥚🍏 ,, 👓

【✦】 — 【✦】 — 【✦】

✿ Typing Style / Quirks — Replaces "S" with "Z"s, all lowercase, lots of misspellings due to typing fast.

thiz izz hwo i type! how are yiu?

✿ Kintypes — Minecraft Slime Therian ,, Axolotl Hearted

✿ Boundaries — Interact Gently, Source Interaction Fine, Big Yes for Nicknames, Sure for Petnames, No for Platonic (Unless Close) and Romantic Flirting, Ask for Touch

✿ Other Labels — Bunnykid

【✦】 — 【✦】 — 【✦】

✿ Front Triggers — Family/Found Family/Close Friends Around ,, Eating Candy or Anything Sweet ,, Body's Hair Being Braided ,, Cold Weather

✿ Stims —

💚— 🥚— ❤️‍🩹

[wishfuldeity]

i think im due for a new pinned... lemme just,

[sound of a hard disk drive spinning up]

im lexi!!! (she/her/it/its)

^ if you exclucively use 'it' i might love you.

my name is lowercase btw. lexi. not Lexi. i wont kill you over it but keep it in mind.

im,,,uhh human adjacent girl thing and girlthing who loves tech and computers and linux (i use arch btw) and eeping and and hugs and women* and hugging women and linguists linguistics (mi sona e toki pona >:3)

*sapphic to a concerning degree. like i am dangerously lesbian (dangerous for my own health that is. im gonna explode. all women are beautiful. i need to [kiss] one or two or three or four or fi--

^C^C

^C

lx@tumblr ~> cat blogs.md

ubhhuhh my!! blogs!!!!! yeah!

@wishfuldeity - youre here already. my main. ill reblog literally anything

@wishfuldeity-art - art bloggg!! my art. most of it ill reblog from main probably.. its more or less just an archive of some sort

@freakfuldeity - WHY WONT THIS WORK WHY CANT I @ ITTT my freaky blog for stuff that is too horni for main. if it involves someone's genitals in any significant way its probably going there (MINORS DONT LOOK)

^ im pretty sure its searchable?

meow :3

lx@tumblr ~>

[zmediaoutlet]

hello. huge fan of ur fics. do u think sam and dean/deanna could ever get past their internal cringe to explore petplay.

friendo I want so much to be the person who responds to this with a nice 2k of porn that would suit your lowercase desires, esp since you have been so nice to say you like my fics, but sadly I cannot get over my own internal cringe to write you some Sam/Dean(na) petplay. I can only apologize.

But also, yeah, I don't really see them doing it either. I mean -- unless I'm missing the mark entirely, and someone please let me know if I am -- petplay is essentially formalized D/s with different props, right? Like when you get down to the (milk)bones of it. If you like my fics you know that I'm obv into a certain amount of power play, even skating right up to the edge of properly formalized D/s, but with Sam and Dean specifically I just... can't get to that spot of like actual rules/roles/props being taken seriously enough to really make it... work. Like this is the same reason I never write Dean calling Sam 'sir' or them using the traffic light system or whatever the hell. That's just... not how they operate, together. (Barring like 10k of lead-up for why they might, obv.) Calling your brother your good little puppy is just. A bit beyond the beyond.

Now, I can sorta see it entering as a joke. Like, they're at a sex store and Dean sees one of those plug tails and makes a joke and next time they're in bed he half-assedly pretends he's wagging and they laugh about it. And then maybe it slips into something a tiny bit more serious? Sam says good boy and Dean's dick says, oh, yes, he's a very good boy indeed. But even so that's not about the pet, that's about everything else. With all that though I also can't see it fully getting into the like -- paw glove thingies and ear headbands or masks or whatever.

As far as Deanna's concerned, I feel like that's WAY less likely although if we spin it from dogs to cats then maaaaybe Sam could make some crack about her being a lazy house cat and she squints an eye at him and goes meow and he gets a weird catgirl boner, lol, but even so. If they're gonna do powerplay they're going to do it barebones, and not rawhide bones.

[compassmili]

Different mannuerisms alters have while fronting/Fronting tells because I find it interesting. Long as fuck because I did a few people

Me: Unsure of how to describe how I act it's just me. I'm generally very flat irl but when around like Sinclair and Heathcliff it's difficult to stop laughing. I tend to put my hair up more often than others + I also never wear makeup unlike most others. I have tics as well, most notably clicking my tongue and meowing. I overexplain things and stumble over my words.

Kainé: Bit higher voice + is almost constantly yawning. Talks with hands a lot + Talks so quickly all the words slur together and become hard to understand. Dresses up and likes wearing makeup. Types in all lowercase + makes a crazy amount of typos.

Faust: Very monotone voice whenever she does speak, prone to mumbling and rolling Faust's eyes. Mainly says "eh?" or "ne?" instead of "what?" Takes longer to type + Uses more words to explain things. Starts texts with "Mn" a lot, which is meant to be interpreted as a hum of acknowledgment mostly

Catherine: Doesn't like speaking irl, but talks soooooo fucking much over text. Easily excited and also easily upset. It's pretty obvious whenever she's in co or is in main front, her typing style is distinct. Types every thought she has as she has it, uses "..." and "-" a lot. Wary of people and tends to naturally dislike most people.

Nyxta: Crazy deep voice + Very different laugh + Far more physical. Uses one milion emojis while texting. Calls everyone pet names (IF THEYRE COMFORTABLE WITH IT)

Ry: Doesn't hold main front often but whenever they do they're silent/will mumble due to habit. Also often has their hand in the position of holding a cigarette out of habit. Clicks tongue + better posture + Draws significantly faster + More proficient at cooking

Gregor: Mumbles so fucking much this man is like incapable of speaking up. Also sighs a lot. Wears glasses while fronting even though we have perfect vision + Will pull out hair back. Stretches a lot

Othello: Very high voice, used to be more outgoing and friendly but after something happened 2ish weeks ago she's gone back to never really talking or exclusively mumbling. I hope she feels better soon. Dresses super fem. Pulls in on self a lot.

Nick: Headphones always on, tries his best to keep our posture okay. To the point when it comes to texting.

Gaia: We've been told his tone of voice is incredibly distinct? Feminine voice while also maintaining a somewhat masculine air. BRITISH ACCENT. Wears heavy makeup and dresses up. The best out of us at eating properly.

Ryne: ALSO BRITISH. High, fem voice. Also dresses up but wears lighter clothing and softer makeup than her girlfriend. Really sweet and a good listener but still very direct and our best communicator. More friendly in her typing.

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Week 3: Tumblr’s Digital Ghosts: The Haunting of Internet Culture 👻 The internet never really forgets. Tumblr, the chaotic, unhinged, and deeply influential platform that ruled the 2010s, might not be the giant it once was—but its ghosts are still lurking everywhere. If you’ve ever scrolled TikTok and thought, this feels weirdly like 2014 Tumblr, you’re not alone.

🕸 1. Tumblr: Dead But Never Gone

Tumblr didn’t die; it just dispersed. The 2018 NSFW ban sent users fleeing, but instead of vanishing, they scattered across the internet, carrying Tumblr culture with them.

Dark Academia, Weirdcore, Cottagecore, Y2K nostalgia? Tumblr made those aesthetics mainstream.

The lowercase irony, the hyper-specific memes, the “I had fun once, it was awful” humor? Tumblr did it first.

Shitposting discourse on Twitter/X? Tumblr invented it.

The current TikTok obsession with “girl internet” and “boy internet”? That’s just a rebranded Tumblr-era debate about what kind of fandom kid you were.

📍 Tumblr’s DNA is everywhere—you just have to know where to look.

🧳 2. Where Did the Tumblr Kids Go?

The Great Tumblr Migration led users to different corners of the internet:

TikTok → The closest thing to Tumblr 2.0. Weird humor, niche obsessions, and the same chaotic energy.

Reddit → Subreddits like r/tumblr and r/196 feel like a parallel Tumblr universe where the memes never stopped.

Discord → Tumblr-style fandom discussions just moved to private servers.

Twitter/X → The discourse lives on, just with more rage and less pastel.

Nugent (2020) once said, “TikTok is just peak Tumblr,” and honestly? He was right.

💀 3. Can You Kill a Platform’s Culture?

Short answer: No. Long answer: Tumblr might not be the center of internet culture anymore, but it is the ghost in the machine. Just like MySpace before it, Tumblr’s influence is too deep to erase. The way we talk, the memes we share, even the way platforms prioritize niche content—it all traces back to Tumblr.

Remember when Tumblr’s messy moderation led to a weird anti-censorship movement? Pilipets & Paasonen (2022) argue that we’re seeing echoes of that today, especially on platforms like Twitter/X. The digital cycle repeats itself.

🎭 4. The Return of Tumblr Core Aesthetic?

Something wild is happening:

People who never used Tumblr are now nostalgic for its “golden era” (???)

Posts like “I was never on Tumblr but I miss it” are going viral

Tumblr’s Sexyman Phenomenon is BACK (The Onceler, Sans Undertale, Reigen Arataka… why do we keep doing this to ourselves?)

TikTok is full of Poor Little Meow Meows again

Tumblr isn’t dead—it’s just wearing a different outfit.

📢 5. Tumblr Language: The Vernacular That Won’t Die

Keller (2019) coined the term platform vernacular to describe how different platforms develop their own style of communication. Tumblr’s language—lowcase irony, self-referential humor, aesthetic-based storytelling—is still alive and thriving:

📌 Evidence of Tumblr vernacular’s continued existence:

TikTok captions & text posts? Tumblr humor.

Twitter/X fandom discourse? Tumblr arguments, just angrier.

Pinterest & Instagram reels? Reviving Tumblr’s aesthetic-driven content.

📍 Tumblr was never just a platform—it was an entire way of speaking online, and that influence is still shaping digital culture today.

✨ Final Thoughts: Did Tumblr Really Disappear?

The ghosts of Tumblr are still with us, floating between platforms, shaping the way we communicate, interact, and meme. If you’ve ever caught yourself thinking, why does this feel so Tumblr?—that’s because it is.

So… were you a Tumblr Kid? Do you feel like we’re all just living in Tumblr’s long, weird afterlife? Let’s talk. 💬👇

🔗 References

Hutchinson, J. (2021). Micro-platformization for digital activism on social media. Information, Communication & Society, 24(1), 35–51. https://doi.org/10.1080/1369118X.2019.1629612

Keller, J. (2019). “Oh, She’s a Tumblr Feminist”: Exploring the Platform Vernacular of Girls’ Social Media Feminisms. Social Media + Society, 5(3). https://doi.org/10.1177/2056305119867442

Pilipets, E., & Paasonen, S. (2022). Nipples, memes, and algorithmic failure: NSFW critique of Tumblr censorship. New Media & Society, 24(6), 1459–1480. https://doi.org/10.1177/1461444820979280

Reif, A., Miller, I., & Taddicken, M. (2023). “Love the Skin You’re In”: An Analysis of Women’s Self-Presentation and User Reactions to Selfies Using the Tumblr Hashtag #bodypositive. Mass Communication & Society, 26(6), 1038–1061. https://doi.org/10.1080/15205436.2022.2138442

Nugent, C. (2020). TikTok is Just Peak Tumblr. Medium. https://medium.com/@caseynugent/tiktok-is-just-peak-tumblr-9966d9ee4245

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