#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?

[hwaightme]

Cat named Mars (catboy!hwa hcs)

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😻 pairing: catboy!seonghwa x gn!reader 😻 genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, demon? to cat? to roommate? to lover? 😻 summary: the longest bulletpoints about what it would be like to have catboy!hwa as your bf - the whole story 😻 wordcount: 4.5k 😻 warnings/tags: editing? who is she, unhinged crack part nyah, catboy!hwa, cute catboy!hwa, soft and polite catboy!hwa- okay i will stop |, language, food/eating, mention of others not treating animals well, sweater paws, mention of adorable nerdy hobbies, domestic, cuddle, a surprise about how hwa ended up being a cat in the first place, both past and present tense used, mainly lowercase 😻 taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ 😻 a/n: let me drift in the soft and fluffy catboy!hwa lands until waterbomb strikes, for my own healing; my braincells are out of service but i hope you enjoy <3 all reblogs, thoughts and notes appreciated! big hugs!

once upon a time he was a cat

there was never a moment to think about anything except work, and maybe about groceries and bills (but even those things normally hit you at two o'clock in the morning, leading you to check your phone and make make amendments to your schedule in a panicked state). there was never any room for a cat. until there was.

of course there just had to be an adorable kitty, at most maybe a couple of years old, lean and with jet black fur that was surprisingly shiny for an abandoned cat, sitting square in the middle of a cardboard box on the side of the street that formed a part of your regular path and commute to and from work. in the morning, you had locked eyes with the cat, heart bleeding and hurting for the poor creature but secretly hoping that someone else would take it - you couldn't take care of it, could you? in the evening, you were huffing and puffing with the cardboard box in your hands and the cat happily meowing, its tail stretched out upwards into a chimney pipe, slightly tilted to the side at the very end. you read somewhere that it meant the cat was happy, so you were going to take that as a good sign.

sat on the floor at the entrance to your apartment, you eyed the beautiful creature as it kept on purring and trying to hop out of the box and towards you, while you were insistent on keeping it in, lifting a cardboard flap repeatedly in an effort to prevent it from jumping. so. now you had a cat. there was nothing in the box, and on the outside, in horrific scrawl was a message suggesting whoever took the kitty either "kept him, or throw him away, whatever". non-humans. "that's who your previous owners were, right kitty?" you mumbled to no one in particular, but it seemed that the cat picked up on your speech and inched closer to you, ears moving like disks to pick up signals. "so you are a he, yeah?" a meow. so you were right. at least the beasts from this cat's past got one thing right. "do you have a name? actually… you know what do you want a… new name?" you were fast on the attachment scale, you realised. it had been barely a few minutes and you were already trying to name the cat who you had not even checked for diseases, nor had any basic facilities to take care of him. but he was more than excited by the prospect, and mewled in what sounded like gratitude. you began to list off names, eventually boring the kitty, and he started to falter in his enthusiasm. all until one name rang a bell.

"Mars?"

and that was how you ended up with a black cat named Mars.

by the power of actually having to shake paws with a cat, and you promising to get him quality snacks, you managed to get Mars checked at the vet who confirmed everything was fine, and was equally as amazed as you that he was so well groomed and neat. while you knew you did not have much of a right to do this, your inner pride still swelled and, to yourself, you said that 'yes, my Mars is really neat and handsome'.

you took to addressing Mars as 'your handsome boy' and that seemed to wake him up and get him speeding towards you faster than anything else could. also 'the prettiest star' and 'my universe' and 'marvellous Mars' all worked wonders.

at the same time, he was shy, as if he did not want to disturb you with his antics. always tip-toeing around you as silently as a cat could (which was very silent, to the point where he jumpscared you a couple of times but that is okay because excuse me did you see his precious face????) and never taking up much space, even though… hello? Mars? you are a cat?? he would rarely ever hop on any surfaces unless you explicitly told him to do so - this had left you convinced that your cat was well-versed in human-speak. he never meowed for food until you had told him to vocalise and tell you if he was very hungry, and gave him a rundown of his eating schedule and how it was important that he drank water. he was the politest cat you had ever met, while at the same time his timidness made you wonder if you were in any way intimidating. not once did Mars ever enter your bedroom, even though you left the door wide open for him, preferring to crash on the couch or on the floor of some other room. the first couple of times you joked about it saying "are you scared you'll see something, Marsy?" but when your cat actually looked away and hunched over, you were convinced that you hit the nail on the head, and that you were probably either hallucinating or were slowly turning into Doctor Dolittle.

but you were persistent. and insistent. and you took the little blanket with kuromi decor on it from him (yes this was that extreme of a situation) and put it at the edge of your bed. climbing in and covering yourself in the many layers, you looked at the terrified figure hovering at the entrance to the room, boba eyes as wide as saucers. he kept on looking at the blanket, then at you, then again at the blanket, then again at you, probably wondering if he could snatch the thing and make a run for it. you were on the verge of giving up at this point. sleepy, with work tomorrow, you were not about to engage in a whole war with your cat.

"you know what, if you want to stay, you can stay. i promise i will not hurt you, nor will i push you out. if you want to come closer, do. if you just want to take the blanket and leave, you can do that. your choice. i won't be hurt. i promise. you are already super brave and i love you either way. okay, Mars?" he did not respond, frozen in place. "my handsome boy?" his head twisted towards you. "precious?" a blink. another blink. one paw in front of the other. "are you actua- wow! I am so proud of you my baby! my brave boy!" you were cooing praises at him like there was nothing else in the world that existed as soon as he hopped onto the bed, foregoing the blanket and making a beeline towards your face, as though that was his read source of comfort. he was afraid to look away, focusing on your every expression as you patted his head and let him nuzzle into you. "you are so so brave, you know that? i know this is hard, so if at any point you want to leave, you can, okay?" purring louder than a powerdrill was the response you received. along with kitty cuddles through the whole night. because apparently, your cat was a koala all along.

and even in his cuddles he was gentle. you did not think you had ever seen him use his claws… ever. except maybe on a few toys but as soon as you were in sight poof gone, soft Mars activated. he was like your personal heater, careful to wrap himself closer to you not to push you out, but to instead complete whatever curled up position you were lying in. if you were stretched out to the side, he would find a place. if you were in a ball? he would find a place again. if you were lying down straight for whatever reason? give him a couple of nights to get comfortable, and now you had the ultimate cat comforter either on you, or around your head. and yes, you were blessed with a cat who barely shed, somehow. some of your friends who had cats almost cursed you when they found out, but you only smiled, looking at your lockscreen. nowadays, even during the workday you were thinking of Mars at least a little bit.

maybe you were spoiling him a little bit, but it was too adorable to see him watching you play legend of zelda or animal crossing on your nintendo switch. and when he saw that you got a gift from a friend in the form of a lego set? well. you were literally afraid to open the box because of how hyper your cat got - perhaps not today…

you fell into the most pleasant routines with Mars, from waking up and going to bed together, to eating breakfast and then 'parting ways' for you to attend to human business and him to his 'cat business'. it was cute. it made your head sing. you were happier than you had ever been. all thanks to that one random day. one random box. and one black haired kitty who radiated sunshine.

it was the eve of the one year anniversary of you being the proud owner of, or how you preferred to say it, the best friend of 'L/n Mars', and you were as sure as his ears were pointy in wanting to go all out with your celebration - minus the guests (because the last time you had invited a male friend of yours over your cat turned into a whole other creature and then sulked for at least three days until you took a day off work and called it 'Mars day', but you just assumed it was some territorial thing). you had set up little themed decorations, found a cute little headband with the number '1' that is suitable and safe for a cat and would not hurt his head, got a matching, human-sized one for yourself, made a whole dinner for your favourite kitty from scratch - the ingredients all checked with the vet who you now casually called by first name because you did not dare ever give Mars anything that might harm him and would rather panic call the doctor.

you were sat at the coffee table, so that it would be easier for Mars to reach the food (you set pillows on the floor for extra comfort, for which he thanked you with a loud meow), and had your respective mini-cakes set out in front of either of you. you had given up on making him ever eat kitty food - another peculiar quirk of your cat, so the 'cake', which was more a protein gift than anything, was fully home made. but Mars was happy. more than happy. if cats could smile, that was exactly what he was doing, right at you, squinting his eyes, threatening to hop over the table. you told him to wait, and quietly whispered your gratitude to him. much to your delight, he waited and listened, clinging onto every word.

"you know, i really think you are an angel. before you i was quite… how do i say this… life was just passing by. and now i look forward to it. and to be able to see you every day, to have fun days with you, to talk with you… all of that brings me so much joy and i hope that i can make you at least a little bit happy too. i wish you could tell me what you want, of course, but i really do think you know what i am thinking, what i am saying. and i hope that i am right in saying that i can understand you a bit too. you really are the smartest, most precious Mars. light of my life. i love you so much, my gorgeous, and here is to many years more, cheers~" you clinked your glass with orange juice with his water bowl, and giggled when he took a couple of neat laps to match with your gulps, only to lick his lips and hop off the pillows and go under the table.

in a matter of seconds, he reappeared at your side of the table, and poked at your lap with his paw, looking up at you with his bead-like eyes that seemed to contain the whole universe in them. you pat him between his ears, scratched under his chin, delighting him, and then stretched out your legs, gesturing towards your legs to signify that lap-napping season was open. Mars did not need to be told twice, and soon enough you had a black cat curled up on your lap, purring away, mewling a couple of times when you started eating to remind you that he was hungry too.

"so you want me to feed you now, too? aren't you cheeky-"

as if you could refuse him. you would be lying if you said you could. so there you were, on the floor and feeding Mars, quiet music playing from your phone, not quite sure if you could be any happier.

"i love you."

quite the contrast to what happened the next morning.

suddenly he is a catboy

when you wake up, Mars is nowhere in sight, and even when you call him, to which he would reply with at least a meow, you are only met with silence. you are alarmed, but wait in bed for just a little longer to see if Mars would come to you. nothing. you call again, 'pspspsps' him, all to no avail. only the breeze and the birds outside, along with inexplicable rustling from another room in your apartment. you raise an eyebrow and prop yourself up on your elbows. more rustling. a door opening, which sounds like the closet where you kept your warmer clothes. what is going on? another door closing. footsteps? you are on high alert. grabbing your phone and the light saber model which you had made a while back and kept safe by your bed, as it turned out exactly for this kind of moment, you head out to face whatever, or whoever is the source of the sound.

you are stealth itself, rounding the corner with weapon in hand, ready to face the attacker - or so you thought. until you come face to face with the tall, young man dressed head to toe in your clothing, namely a tracksuit that you had accidentally gotten in the wrong size and then somehow ended up being refunded for without returning the item, and a beanie that he had pulled over his head. spikes of jet black hair are poking from under the hat in all directions, and his deep brown eyes are widened in shock as he freezes on the spot and stares back at you.

"so, what the hell are you doing in my clothes?"

"y/n- i-"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?"

"i can explain-"

"nope do NOT get closer what-"

"Mars…. i…. it's me… your uh… cat."

"what?"

he looks embarrassed beyond belief, and crumbles to the floor, sliding until his back is against the wardrobe. wrapping his arms around his knees, he is scared to look up at you, worried that you would never recognise him, never accept him. this is exactly what he has been dreading all this time, and was heartbroken when the curse was finally broken, despite him technically being free now. he does not want to be away from you. this is his home. you are his home. you are the one who showed him true love.

"if it is okay… may i take this beanie off for a second?"

"i didn't even let you put it on in the first place," he winces. you feel a little bad, but hold your ground. his eyes sparkle in a way that is a little too familiar, reminding you of a certain someone. the cat who he mentioned. your precious cat. Mars.

"okay… here goes…" he slides the material off, making you gasp. hidden under the beanie is a pair of cat ears, fluffy, the same colour as his hair, and twitching as he adjusts after having flattened them to minimise their visibility.

"yo what."

"i have… a tail too."

"WHAT?"

he is not joking. a black tail to go with the black ears, sliding out from under the oversized hoodie. you are not sure what happened next, but you wake up on the sofa with the man, who you are now guessing is some human cat hybrid version of Mars fanning you with a magazine.

"I AM SORRY, Y/N PLEASE WAKE UP I AM SO- oh you are awake thank goodness i missed you i am really so sorry…" he drops the magazine almost instantly, leaning towards you and wrapping you in a warm embrace, much to your surprise. you yelp, but the softness, as well as his ears moving in the cutest way while he hugs you make you accept the gesture, and return it.

you never thought you would hear a grown man purr exactly like a cat, but here you are. well, you never thought you would have a catboy in your apartment either, but this is already happening so...

"so, Mars?"

"yeah?"

"you have some explaining to do."

after what turned out to be at least two hours of you and him going back and forth about what had unfolded and what was the history of the young catboy's state, you find out that, in reality, his name is Park Seonghwa, and that he is a demon, of all things. that is right, a demon. set out to curse and haunt and spread sin. but no, he is cast out of hell because he is too kind and soft. and so he had been cursed to be a cat, until for a full year, someone could give him their whole heart, their full love. while he explains this to you with a fondness unlike anything you had ever seen before in your life (except in what you perceived from cat Mars's eyes), you begin to blush, realising that all this time, you were talking to and confessing to him. Seonghwa. this handsome man who was always by your side and-

oh. and he was sleeping in the same bed as you. just great. you flush an even deeper shade and cover your face. and he had been jealous, not territorial, when your friend had come over.

"are you okay?"

"so okay."

"hug?"

"i, uh-"

"you give really good hugs."

"Park Seonghwa do you really want to make me suffer?"

"I AM SO SORRY ARE YOU HURT? DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG I AM SO SORRY?!"

"no you are too cute. come here"

catboy!hwa headcanons

is initially cautious because well… you got used to him being a cat and now suddenly you have a whole man with cat ears and a tail walking around your house. he catches on to the fact that you are kind of shy around him too, but he does not push it, at least not straight away.

because that would mean that he has to get over his own shyness towards you extra quickly, and that proves to be difficult when it hits him that, well, he is now a person too, and you are a person, and he fell in love with you, and you told him you loved him before - on occasion he just walks around blushing with his ears pressed flat to his head but don't point it out he is already struggling ;~;

you might have to be the one to initiate the contact again because he is literally too scared to overstep anything and everything - even when you bought him his own first few sets of clothes as a 'human edition anniversary gift'. you approach him to give him a hug and he groups up as if he is about to dive into a pool, hands to his chest, eyes wide. but is he moving anywhere? no. does his purring give him away? yes. after that the two of you gently reintroduce physical touch and it makes you realise just how much you miss Mars, particularly because Seonghwa is still a little distant for understandable reasons. But you both are trying your best.

if you massage his head and scratch behind his hears he will melt - his favourite thing in the world is having his head rest on your lap with his eyes closed while you ruffle his hair really slowly and run your fingers through it.

desperately misses the times when you would call him handsome and pretty and smart, and every single affectionate word in the universe so he tries his damn hardest to get you to do that again, first by trying to be nice and helping you around the house, and when the results are not to his satisfaction and when cuddle sessions are pretty much the norm, but words of affection aren't… he pouts and openly asks you why you don't call him that anymore. you squeak the words out but the reaction makes every next attempt easier than anything.

he is scared to approach your room again, though, and this time you say nothing because well, this is a whole other territory. a couple of months pass before you consider and that is because you find him sleeping on the floor a couple of times, curled up with is tail covering his face a little, and he said it was because "he is scared otherwise and here is safe". so you take out a futon for now, but he is more than happy with this progress.

he learns how to cook both from you and from tutorials online, and then starts remembering what he used to cook a long time before - you basically stop cooking altogether because now he is insistent on waking you up with breakfast, packing you lunch and greeting you with dinner. he sometimes gets a bit too experimental, but you do not mind it too much because at least he cleans everything up.

you think you can ignore the lego in the corner of your living room? no :) it is a date now. a lego building date. for four hours straight. on the floor. him running this ship like you run your team at work. and his focus, his professional approach to the matter is a little too attractive, you admit to yourself. and somewhere along the way that translates into you planting a kiss on Hwa's cheek. this is the only time over the whole four hours that he drops the pieces he is holding in his hands, gazing at you, not quite sure if what he felt just now was real or not.

but nope, judging by your attempts to avoid his gaze this was very real. so he gets real bold real quick and guess who finds themselves trapped by two tones arms on either side of you, back on the floor, a curious and mischievous face a mere inch away? that's right, you. wants to build a starship, accidentally builds a relationship along with it - a major win.

there isn't ever a platonic stage really. an extensive awkward stage? sure. a roommates-maybe stage? sure. two people who like each other? sure. and now, after many months of you settling into a new routine, two people who love each other and keep telling each other that.

he finds a job that he can do remotely, and in this way remains mainly at home and around the neighbourhood with his beloved hobbies and balancing you out. in this way he now starts to sneak support to pay bills and to buy you little gifts (as a little apology for taking your clothes sometimes - read often)

it is not Hwa's fault that he misses you very quickly. it just happens. then one thing leads to another and he is lying on your shared bed hugging a hoodie of yours. eventually that leads to him dragging a couple more items out of your wardrobe and making a little nest out of them - only then does his worry go down and he goes for a nap while curled up in a ball.

when he knows that you should be arriving soon he starts walking up to the window, then away then back to the window, and away again. cycle repeats itself until he can spot you from a distance, and then he just stays by the window.

he helps you redecorate and rearrange your apartment, considering that you now have a 5'10'' human cat instead of one you can hold with two hands, and shocks you with just how many details he remembers about you, down to allergies, what colours irritate you when it comes to interiors, what plants you had to give away to keep him 'in cat form' safe - even though yes, he would not eat them, but how were you to know that?

he remembers all your special days, and hopes you remember his, too. thankfully, he knows his own birthday and using cat mathematics, converted from demon to cat to human. and so, now you can celebrate him wholeheartedly, only this time that also involves you taking him to go have a picnic under the cherry blossoms.

you and Seonghwa go to pick out and buy him a phone together, and you spend a whole day teaching him how to use it. soon enough your own phone goes off with notifications from him. he sends you fun things throughout the day and if he is busy, he sends you a selfie or a heartfelt message.

likes to curl up and read poetry with you. doesn't matter if out loud of in silence. what matters to him is that you are close. and good luck trying to get away - he has a tail and it is wrapped around your leg like an alert system so that he can tackle you right back to the couch or the bed. because it is you and Seonghwa time.

occasionally sings you lullabies that he either overheard somewhere or remembers, breaking into a smile when you wriggle closer to him and fall asleep, stress melting away from your every feature.

overall you are now living with a catboy Hwa cast out of hell for being too nice, who also turned out to be a big nerd, with heart eyes for you, sweater paws instead of actual paws, the occasional feline habits still coming through (like him rubbing his face against your shoulder, or your own face, or him hissing when frustrated or threatened, or him having the widest stretch in the morning, or… actually he is still part cat so, you have to deal with it), and all the love to give. thankfully not in the form of something he hunted. he buys birds at a store now. meant to be cooked. human-friendly.

he brings you a limited edition starship instead. if you display it he will look at you like he is falling in love with you all over again - if that is even possible because that would mean stopping loving you now, and that is the one thing he cannot do <3

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[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.

[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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[chrissdollie]

eclipse part two˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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♡ summary: you moved from the sizzling hot arizona to the depressive rainy washington in a small town called forks. it was terribly boring.. until you meet a gorgeous townie and fall in love. but what do you do when your childhood friend interferes with your feelings? ♡ warnings/notes: a matt sturniolo and chris sturniolo love triangle series, cursing, lowercase intended, use of "yn" ♡ wc: 3.3k

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“hi lil!” you coo, bending down to pick up the kitten. she purrs softly at your touch before curling up into your embrace. you cradle her while walking into the living room where charlie’s watching sports on the couch. hearing your footsteps, he turns around with a smile. “hey kiddo, how was school?” you scratch lilith’s head, thinking of how to answer. you could lie, saying that it was great and you were already comfortable. or you could tell the truth and say, “weird. everybody here is weird. either too chatty or plain mean!” but you disregard both options, deciding to dodge the question. “why didn’t you tell chris i came?” you ask with a small smile forming. charlie shrugs, “my bad. guess i just forgot.” but there’s something else that wasn’t said. you don’t question it though; instead spinning around and walking through the kitchen with lilith resting on an open palm. 

the cold, beautiful boy abruptly popped into your head. thumping up the stairs while petting your cat, you start thinking up an apology for him. you creak open your bedroom door, shutting it behind you quietly. lilith meows as you plop down onto the floor, not wanting to lay on your bed in dirty clothes. “i don’t even know how to apologize. i mean, what am i supposed to say??” you mumble out loud, looking into your fur baby’s dark eyes. “i can’t just randomly be like, ‘oh hey. sorry that i was staring at your captivating blue eyes for five minutes like a creep-- i’m not a creep, swear it!’” you lift up lilith as you speak in a silly deep voice, giggling at yourself afterwards while she stares back at you awkwardly. 

you remember charlie has a small keyboard in the hallway, sitting collecting dust. you exhale, plopping your kitty down onto the floor while you stand up and walk out your door, her trailing close behind you. you look down at the keys, gently tracing your fingers along them. lily stands on her hind legs, her front claws pressing against your calf curiously. you grin, picking her up sweetly and resting her on the keyboard’s rack where old sheets of music lay. leaning down, you push the wire into the plug, bringing the instrument to life. you play a few notes, lily shockingly staying still to listen. you softly hum along then stop suddenly. you’d started a small song back home on your grandmother’s piano but never finished it. it almost looked like lilith sighed when you stopped. 

the following day, you’re walking to your first period with a confident mindset. you’re somewhat dreading today, but also excited to attempt to make amends with your lab partner. during lunch, you make your way to jessica and her crowd like yesterday, quickly scanning the room as you sit down. no sign of matt. you look all around the room again. his three siblings were at their table, but he wasn’t with them. so much for making amends. he wasn’t in biology either, and a small part of you hopes you're not the reason he’s absent-- that’d just make you feel ten times worse. always looking for an excuse to go shopping, you decide that to ‘cheer yourself up’, you’ll look around a nearby thrift store after school. feeling a vibration from your purse, you pull out your phone to see a series of messages from your mother.  hi baby, how has everything been? why haven’t you texted me yet? is it raining? tell me everything. hello? yn are you there? you want to roll your eyes and chuckle at her impatience. you quickly type back, keeping your phone low so you don’t get it taken away. hi mom. everything’s good ! i didn’t text you because i didn’t really know what to say lol. of course it’s raining, it’s always raining :( “yn?” you look up to see jessica and her friends staring at you with a confused look. one of them scoots closer to you and looks down at your screen. “oooh, who you texting?” she smirks, annoyingly smacking on her gum. you lock your phone quickly, putting it back inside your bag. “oh, speaking of texting, you should give me your number! we’re all heading to the beach in like two weeks, and you should totally join us.” jess explains, moving her hands around as she speaks. you bite the inside of your cheek. what would you do at the beach? it wouldn't be sunny, that’s for sure. and how far is it anyhow?? there’s definitely no beaches in forks. well, maybe that’ll mean some vitamin d. you don’t ask these questions though. you instead exchange numbers with jessica hurriedly before getting to your next class. 

when you get home, you get a whiff of the delicious smell of steak. you shut the door and make your way to the kitchen. "i didn't know you could cook!" you tease your dad, remembering how there were always sandwiches sitting on the table for dinner when you were little. lily stands on her legs against charlie's ankle like a dog. you grin at your baby before walking over to kiss your dad's cheek in greeting. he chuckles at the joke, "well, a little while before ya came, i decided to teach myself. you're big now, won't eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every few hours."

once the steak was finished, you and charlie sat down at the small round table near a big window, eating silently as rain poured outside. it's a comfortable silence, you're glad he doesn't seem to mind the quietness either. usually your mother would be chatting it up by now, forcing answers out of you about boys (not that you ever liked any of them anyway, but you pretended you did to satisfy her). charlie coughs before resting his fork and knife down. "so how'd ya like school? you make any friends?" there it goes.

you nod, "school's good. easy. i have a few classes with this girl, jessica. she's very bubbly."

he hums a "good" and goes back to eating, deciding that's enough conversation for now. hesitantly, you start up again. "do you happen to know the sturniolo family?" he looks up chewing a mouthful of food. "the doctor's family? yeah, he's a great guy. we go fishin' sometimes." you bite your lip tentatively, wanting more. you play with the food on your plate mindlessly, thinking about how to bring up matthew-- or if you even wanted to. charlie scoots his chair back noisily, standing up with his plate in one hand and his other outstretched to yours. you shake your head politely, "i'm almost finished." he nods, walking to the sink to clean the dishes.

maybe you should forget about the weird situation, focusing on making friends instead. besides, the visit to the beach is in two weeks and you have no idea what you're gonna wear! finishing up dinner, you wash your plate before heading up the stairs, lilith trailing close behind. you drop your purse onto your desk, pulling out your phone as you do so. opening jessica's contact, you send a text asking for more details about the outing. not any more than five minutes later, she sends a response. hey! i totally understand, i'd wanna know where i was going too. and plus you dont even really know us yet. well the whole trip was nate's idea. you remember him right? the boy who's friends with chris? anywayssss, he's driving everyone to la push where he lives. he says the beach there is pretty decent! so bring your bathing suit you send her a thank you before shutting your phone. sitting at the desk, you wonder when chris'll visit. maybe sometime over the weekend. you really hope he does, you remember having so much fun with him as kids. reentering your password, you scroll through your contact list to make sure you don't have his information-- you don't.

before you knew it, the entire week had passed. it was like a blur, repetitive and dull. and you hadn't seen matthew again. over the weekend, you went thrifting like you'd planned. you didn't find much except for a cozy white cashmere sweater and a tiny pack of unopened hello kitty bracelets. you bought both obviously. you also went to the local library. that was disappointing. every bookshelf was so poorly stocked, you didn't even bother to get a card. you'll have to plan a visit to seattle or olympia because you will never be going back to that library.

on monday, a lot of people greeted you unexpectedly. you didn't get embarrassing stares when you walked in the hallway with girly fur boots and earmuffs, topped off with cute little gloves. it was snowing today and everybody was enjoying it far too much. when you were walking to class with nate, he stared at the tiny flakes like they were magic. the cold wind brushed at your red cheeks harshly. you love the snow, you never had any back home. a while ago, you bought all of the clothing you're wearing now just because it was cheap and adorable! your mother said it was a waste of money since you'd never have the chance to wear them, and they'd all end up being sold in a garage sale. you make a mental note to take a picture after school and send it to her.

nate finally breaks his romantic trance to face you. he laughs lightly at your annoyed expression while the wind blows in your face. you giggle with him before pouting. "shuddup." he scans you up and down, a small grin still apparent. "cute outfit by the way. very barbie doll." he compliments with a small hint of teasing. you smile brightly. "why thank you." as you two continue to walk, you notice a group of students throwing wet snow at each other. you move away while scrunching up your nose. nate chuckles and runs off to join them.

later at lunch, you stand on line with jessica and mike who were absolutely drenched in snow. you swipe some off jessica's coat while she picks out her food. you turn to the side for a moment-- just a moment when you see something unordinary out of the corner of your eye. well, someone. matt sturniolo in the flesh. "hellooo? yn, what do you want?" jessica snaps her fingers in your face, breaking your locked stare. you look back at the lunch lady, shaking your head. "um.. actually i'm not hungry." you mutter, leaving your tray and interlocking your arm with jessica's back to the table.

her eyebrows pinch in confusion, turning back at a similar looking nate. "yn, you need to eat lunch." you ignore her, sitting down at your usual seat. you take in a breath to calm yourself. gosh, why're you so anxious? you have nothing to worry about! you didn't do anything wrong... drowning out jessica's complaints and questions, you hide your face from the table, using the person sitting in front of you as a shield. you feel a little silly though. why should you be hiding? you bite the inside of your cheek shyly before moving your head up slightly to catch a glimpse of the group.

matt and madison were laughing with wet snow dripping from their hair. you catch yourself smiling at matt’s joyful face, quickly switching back to a neutral frown when you realize. but aside from the happiness and laughter, he looks different. his skin is less chalky-- maybe flushed from the freezing snow. the dark circles under his eyes are less noticeable too. you ponder while staring like you did the first day you saw them, except this time you’re only looking at matthew.

“yn!! what are you looking at?” jessica asks, turning her head to follow the direction of your eyes. at that exact moment, matt picks up his head to make direct eye contact with you. he doesn’t look harsh or unfriendly, but curious. he stares at you like a piero piccioni song or some sort of divine poetry. you look down shamefully, heat rising to your cheeks. jessica giggles, “matt’s looking at youuu..” she pokes your shoulder. you keep your eyes on the table. “does he look angry?” you whisper, though you meant to speak louder. she raises an eyebrow at this. “no.. why would he?” 

feeling queasy, you fiddle with the pretty rings on your fingers. “i don’t think he likes me very much.” you mutter girlishly, brushing some hair in your face to block your view of him even more. she chuckles irritatingly. “you say that like a 19th-century girl. besides, i think he does, the creep won’t stop staring.” she looks back at him with a stank face, waiting for his gawking to stop. you’re not able to see, but he doesn’t bother to meet jessica’s eyes. he looks at you with some sort of admiration.. it’s odd. it irks the girl, not that she’d admit it. 

you watch jess and her friends eat, buzzing about who slept with who. you ignore the conversation as well as the fluttery butterflies in your stomach at the thought of sitting next to matt again. you hope he stays this way, approachable and gentle looking. you like him better wearing a cheesy smile than a mean snarl. when the time comes, you get to the classroom before him (surprisingly), dusting little flakes off your skirt before they melt. you readjust your earmuffs before you hear the chair next to you creak. you don’t turn to look at him, already feeling apprehensive and shy. “hi,” said a quiet, soft voice. you swallow, looking up at him with doe eyes. he has a gentle, friendly smile on his dazzling face, something you didn’t expect. “i’m matthew sturniolo, i didn’t introduce myself last week. you’re yn swan, right?” you flick your pencil between two fingers while he speaks in a musical tone. you nod meekly, smiling back kindly. 

a box filled with slides is placed in front of you two. your teacher walks down the aisle, leaving boxes on desks while explaining the lab. “the slides in your boxes are out of order. you and your partner will take turns separating the slides of onion root tip cells into the phases of mitosis they represent and label them accordingly. any questions?” you look at the boy next to you, he doesn’t look bothered at all. maybe he’s done this before too. your teacher gave the go, and students begin to decipher the phases. matt lightly taps the pads of his fingers against the table. “ladies first.” he grins so beautifully that you don’t respond. yknow, like an idiot. you grab the first slide, snapping it into place under the microscope before adjusting it to the 40X objective. “prophase,” you state confidently, pulling away from the tool. 

matt raises an eyebrow. he points towards the microscope. “you mind if i look?” you let out an airy “nuh uh” and push it towards him. he looks in, almost immediately agreeing. he switches out the first slide for the second. “anaphase.” he murmurs, writing it down below the first slide. you reach your hand out, locking eyes with him. matt smirks knowingly, sliding it back in front of you. you can’t help but allow the corners of your lips to turn up softly, you’re a naturally smiley person. he watches you examine the slide before taking it out. you both finish the assignment before anyone else. huffing, you grow bored after a minute of being finished. you swivel your head to matt. you notice another subtle difference in his face. his eyes are a different color. “did you get contacts?” you blurt out randomly, clearly not thinking before you did. his eyebrows pinch slightly in confusion. he shakes his head dismissively. 

there’s no way he’s not lying. you vividly remember his dark black eyes glaring at you a week ago. today’s a strange gold. but who has gold eyes? is that even a thing? his hands clench into fists again and you decide not to speak about it again. gosh, what’s his deal? minutes later, your teacher declares that time is up and walks around the room to check everyone’s work. he gives you an matt an A+ of course, you'd never expect anything less. it begins to rain, the water sloshing up the magical snow. “it’s too bad about the snow.” matt talks again, his eyes watching out the water-painted window. his hands are more relaxed, yet still tense. like he’s unsure about you. he moves his glance to you, waiting for a response. you shrug awkwardly, nervousness filling up inside. 

“you don’t like the snow.” he says, but it wasn’t a question. almost as if he were saying it out loud to himself. you sigh through your nose. “i don’t mind the snow. it’s pretty. i just don’t like the wet.” you counter. he smiles, “forks must be a difficult place to live then.” you shrug again. why's he being so nice all of a sudden? 

“may i?” his hand reaches out towards you, his head slightly lowered as his eyes flicker between yours and your hand resting on the tabletop. he wants to see your hand? your lips part, placing your hand into his. the skin is cold and soft causing a small gasp to come out. “sorry.” he whispers with a small chuckle before lifting your hand in his to admire your nails. you wait for him to call the sanrio charms childish or something prude. “i like them,” he says with a sweet smile, letting go of your hand. you don’t answer for a few seconds, taking him in. it’s crazy how just a week ago, he acted as if you were the worst person he’d ever seen. “you’re strange,” you grin sheepishly, the corners of your lips turning up more when he lets out a quiet giggle. a moment passes, and he decides he’d like to keep talking to you. “why’re you here if you don’t like the rain?” 

you have a bad habit of overtalking, though that habit has died down quite a lot since you moved to forks. well it seems like it’s starting up again. “my mom got remarried anddd the new husband plays minor league basketball, so he travels around a lot.. but she missed him a bunch since she wanted to stay with me at home. so i decided to send myself here with my dad, charlie. that way she could be happy with him.” 

he watches you talk with a fascinated expression, but he’s probably just being nice. you finish your explanation with a small look of glumness afterward. damn. you said too much again, and to someone may or may not give a shit. it’s hard to tell with him. he opened his mouth to speak at the same time as the bell rang. he gets up, swings his backpack over his shoulder, and runs out the door like last week. you suck your teeth before collecting your belongings and standing up to walk to P.E with nate. unlike a lot of people here, nate’s a very chill person. he doesn’t open his mouth with every step you take and is an okay person to talk to. 

you told him all about your trouble with any sort of physical activity (to which he chuckled playfully) and luckily, he was on your team today in volleyball. he guarded you the entire time like a loyal dog and won the practice. the class had ended a few minutes ago, and you were now walking out of the locker room into the drizzle. you see your lab partner leaning against his white volvo as you head to your truck. he clenches his fists tightly before noticing you, and sending a small smile your way. 

you make sure to text jessica later that day.  is matt bipolar?

you get a buzz back almost right away. uhh no. why would you think that? no reason

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[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

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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

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[bahfreak]

hello! can we get mabel, mina and ochaco? you can go crazy with genders, ids, etc. we are in a fuzzy state atm

yes !! here yu go ! :3

room 083 ,, MABEL . . .

names : mabel pines

pronouns : she / her , they / them , nya / nyas

terms : feminine

genders : girlflux , autigender , catgender , cutegender , deathcute , genderdead , rainbowgender , kidcoric , 🌈emojic

orientation : unlabeled

paraphilias : 🧸 , 🌷 , 💐 , 🌼 ( meanings )

species : human

cis - ids : short , autistic , creative , artist

tris - ids : poet , adhd , kidcore

trans - ids : famous , perma - 7 , perma - dating , glitteramian , rainbow irises

roles : little , happiness holder

source : mabel pines from gravity falls

typing quirk : emoticons in every message

mina and ochacho below the cut !

room 084 ,, MINA . . .

names : mina / 三奈 , ashido / 芦戸 , 洗熊 , pinky / ピンキー , チューリップ

pronouns : she / her , zey / zem , mew / mews , meow / meows , prr / purr , love / loves , luv / luvs , kit / kits , 🐾 , 💗 , 🍥 , 🍡

terms : feminine

genders : transgender , transfem , girl+ , hypergirl , girlflux , pinkgender , catgender

orientation : lesbian

paraphilias : 🧸 , 💌 , 🐾 , 🍉 , 💐 , 🌼 , 🍭

species : humanoid

cis - ids : age dreamer , pet regressor , adhd , alterhuman , cringe , weird , y2k

tris - ids : feline cladotherian , japanese

trans - ids : age regressor , pinkamian , candyscentian , nekomimi , plural , coquette

roles : pending

source : mina ashido from my hero academia

typing quirk : all caps + kaomojis

room 085 ,, OCHACO . . .

names : ochaco / 日お茶子 , uraraka / 麗

pronouns : she / her , they / them , shey / shem , ae / aer , cu / cute , bun / buns , bub / bubble , 🫧

terms : feminine

genders : non - binary , strawberrygender

orientation : hyperromantic , pansexual , ambiamorous

paraphilias : trans - 🗺️ , 🔖🌷 , 🐊

species : human

cis - ids : gapped teeth , generalized anxiety disorder , malaptive daydreaming disorder , rosacea , perma - blush , perma - crushing

tris - ids : dyscalculic , dyslexic

trans - ids : punk , species dysphoria , transage , perma - 21 , 🗺️

roles : joy holder , delight

source : ochaco uraraka from my hero academia

typing quirk : all lowercase

[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.

[meowzet]

ruining my digital footprint one step at a time! ☆

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more about yours truly: hi, im meowzet, and i'm happy to have you here! ♡

she/her boygirl!

queer! (closeted)

aroace lesbian! (not oriented)

ids as aroace for communication reasons!

emoticon enjoyer! :D

types in lowercase (and is unsure as to why)!

exclamation mark enthusiast!

pro mental health for EVERY disorder!

please no DMs, sorry! :(

any other type of interaction is heavily encouraged, though! including asks!

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tagging system: due to the nature of my username, all of these are cat themed! :3

#my meows -> my text! #repurrs -> reblogs with some form of commentary included; either in tags or caption! #repaws -> reblogs with little to no commentary! #the first meow -> my first ever post on this account! #the meow of all time -> happiness, but situated in a tumblr post!

i tag sensitive content with ‘#tw (content)’ as this is the most common way to tag for triggering content. xoxo

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credits: credit for userbox: @scungledfiles credit for banner: @catcrumb credit for icon: i am unable to find the original artist. i am still scouring the internet to find them. please tell me if you know the artist!!

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sideblog: @espurrers

[8u77erfly]

HAIIIII

ii'm not new 2 tumblr but ii diid make a new account :33

ii go by MANY names, but maiinly Nepeta! or Rosemary!

can meow tell my favoriite character is Nepeta...

ii use she/her maiinly but ii do use all cat neopronouns as well! also he/hiim, but ii MUCH prefur the others...

ii'm a lesbiian demiigiirl/giirlflux and ii kiin nepeta as that as well! because ii tend to project...

ii do use a typiing quiirk! the double i's, the replacing you wiith meow, replaciing ee with 33, minor cat puns, and frequent punctuatiion! and the all lowercase stuffs! iif anyone at all n33ds a translatiion ii can proviide :33

ii also tend to use reactiion giifs a LOT

ii have autiism and my speciial iinterests are warriior cats, feliines, and homestuck! my autiism also makes me act more chiildiish so...

[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

[champagnekenma]

D A N C I N G W I T H T H E S T A R S ✩

<3// pure fluff, gn!reader, timeskip characters.

<3// kozume kenma, sugawara koushi, bokuto kotaro, tendou satori.

<3// lowercase intended, even if this is proofread a million times there may still be mistakes.

->->dance dance dance w/ (some of) the haikyuu boys!

KOZUME KENMA

kenma had gone to the office for a conference, meaning for the first time in weeks, you were able to mess around in his recording studio (aka his home office). he had really expensive equipment, which made sense because his streams and youtube videos were all of a substantially high quality. that's usually why he wouldn't let you run around freely in his studio- not to mention that you were incredibly clumsy.

you walked into the room, turning on the purple lights he installed and sat at his desk. you knew his pc password so you logged onto his account and decided to play a few games he had- making sure not to ruin his progress or, delete his save file of course. after some time you got bored of it.

you then opened his spotify and put his favourite playlist on shuffle. your cat walked in and jumped onto your lap, "hey misty." she ran up your torso as you played around with kenma's pc. that's when you decided to have some fun and open his twitch and pretended to go live.

"what's up bros, it's kodzuken! back with another livestream!" you chuckled as you impersonated your boyfriend. after that, the cat jumped onto the keyboard, "misty no!"

in your fit to get her off, you tripped and hit your hand on the keyboard, changing the current song to a new one. "ow," you sighed, "misty, what if you messed up ken's setup? he'd be so mad at me..."

she meowed in response as you placed her on your lap again. the song that came on was one of your favourites, [song]. you started humming along until you got to your favourite part which is when you stood up and full-on started singing and dancing to it. you twirled around and picked up misty again to dance with her.

that's when the door opened.

"and- AHHHH!" your jumped when you saw the figure standing in the doorway with the most amused look on his face.

"no no, don't stop," kenma snickered. he was holding his phone up to record you. you felt embarrassed as you put misty down and shamefully sat down on the couch. "you're home early..." you mumbled. "yeah, the conference went by very fast luckily," kenma sat down in his desk chair and began fiddling with his keyboard and mouse, "however, as i pulled into the driveway..."

he pushed his chair aside so you could see the screen, "i got notified that 'i' began to stream on my twitch account?"

your heart sank as you began to fully grasp the situation. you had accidentally streamed yourself dancing and acting like a fool to kenma's whole audience. "oh my days, i didn't mean to do that! i'm so sorry! oh, i've made a damn fool of myself!" you panicked as you sped to his side to get a closer look at the monitor.

"don't worry, i enjoyed watching you," he chuckled before turning to his webcam, "did you guys enjoy that?"

you watched as comment after comment whirled down the screen. all of the ones you saw were positive, so that made you feel a little better. "see," kenma grinned, "you're so cute."

"stop..." you looked away bashfully as kenma laughed. "pull up a chair, y/n. join me on stream tonight."

you dragged over a spare chair and sat next to him, "my audience loves you," he leaned in close and whispered, "but not nearly as much as i love you."

"i love you too, ken," you whispered back.

for the next hour, you sat with him and played video games on his stream.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

you poured fruit punch into the plastic cup as you watched the children dance and play. you were one of the adult chaperones for the sixth grade disco, mainly because your boyfriend worked at the elementary school. you unfortunately had to listen to kids bop versions of the songs you liked. not very pleasant.

"y/n," you felt a hand go around your waist. you looked to see koushi beaming at you. you smiled back and passed him a cup of punch, "thanks, any kids misbehaving?" he asked in-between sips.

"nope, although kaito pushed another student for taking the last grape soda," you explained as you watched the kids. "he's always been a rambunctious scamp, hasn't he?" koushi chuckled as he picked up a bag of crisps from the food table, "care to share, my love?"

"i thought you'd never ask," you spoke sarcastically as you took one out of the bag, "very luxurious..."

a slow dance song came on as the lights changed

"c'mon babe, this is fun!" he then pointed a finger to his chin in thought, "okay, c'mere!". he grabbed your hand and dragged you into the middle of the room.

"koushi- what are you doing?!" you whisper-shouted, looking around at the kids who had formed a circle around you two. a few of the girls started 'ooh'ing whilst the boys were making kissing noises. immaturity is a disease.

koushi then bowed dramatically, "care to dance, sweetheart?". the girls began squealing as he grasped your right hand with his left and held onto your waist with his right. he pulled you close and span with you around the dance circle. "koushi! what if we get in trouble?" you hushedly warned. "what for? we're just dancing," koushi lifted you and whirled around with you in his arms, causing you to shriek joyfully.

"go mr. sugawara! go y/n!" the students cheered. you saw the girls whip out their phones, ready to record their favourite couple slow dance. koushi's students loved you- mainly because you let them call you by your first name and you would bake treats for them for koushi to bring in and hand out. however they really loved you because, ever since you started dating koushi, he became a happier and nicer teacher.

he twirled you around before dipping you. once you were brought back up, he winked at you with a boyish grin on his face. his hands held your own as he pushed you back and pulled you close before turning you around. you continued to slow dance with him as the surrounding students squealed and giggled.

as the song ended, koushi placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. "i love you, y/n," he whispered into your ear. "i love you more, koushi," you lovingly held his hand. you looked towards the crowd to see more squealing and whispering.

"now now, let's be calm now guys," koushi playfully scolded, "remember, no photos or videos should be taken of teachers or their wonderful partners, right?"

"yes, mr. sugawara..." they groaned as he laughed. he jokingly shooed them away, "alrighty then, go dance!"

they cheered and ran off. you laughed as koushi led you back to the snack table. "they're gonna bug you about that for the next week," you smirked. koushi sighed as he drank his warm punch, "i know..." he turned to you with a grin on his face,

"it was worth it though."

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

"bokkun!" the ball went flying over the net as koutarou slammed it onto the other side of the court, "nice one!"

you being the s/o of star player bokuto koutarou, had the privilege of watching MSBY's practices. you watched as miya atsumu set up another ball for koutarou, which in turn, led to him practically soaring through the air to spike it.

"woo! go kou-kou!" you cheered from the bench. koutarou turned to face you and beamed brightly, his hair perking up. you loved cheering him on, simply because he would get so excited and it would help his performance. his teammates often thanked you for your presence.

"thanks, y/n!" hinata grinned as the team walked up to you. "yeah, bokkun always seems ta be at his best when yer here!" miya admitted, "such a frickin' show off!"

"shush tsum-tsum!" koutarou groaned as he shuffled over to you, "ignore him owlie!"

"aw, he calls them 'owlie'!" sakusa mocked to which he replied, "oh, come on omi, not you too!" you chuckled as you watched the humorous display.

however, this time was different. MSBY was struggling in this specific match. they won the first set but lost the second. you could tell koutarou was feeling dejected; he'd always feel discouraged at that point in any match.

during the three minute set changeover, you stood and shamelessly cheered louder than any fan in the stands. "go kou-kou! who's the man?! you the man!". he stared up at you with a pout before a lovestruck expression slowly spread across his face. you then subconsciously began to dance like a cheerleader to the music playing in the background, before blowing him a kiss. his mood lifted instantly and he shot you a determined grin. you returned it with a smirk.

miya hit his head, bringing him back to reality. koutarou quickly apologised as they ran back onto the court. with your praise, koutarou scored them the winning point. you cheered so loud, someone thought you were in trouble.

after they had changed, they met you near the entrance. after fighting past the crowd of fans, you made it to your boyfriend's car. as he pulled off, he placed his left hand on your thigh, driving with his right one.

"i saw that cute lil' dance you did, owlie," he gave you a side glance and a grin, "really gave me the push i needed. thanks!"

"no problem, kou! i love you so much and i love watching you play, so if i can help in any way, i'll be happier than ever," you chuckled, holding the hand that was on your thigh.

"i love you more, y/n. now, always and forever."

TENDOU SATORI

you were bored... painfully bored. unfortunately, he had to work on the day of your eighteen month anniversary. you decided that you couldn't wait for him to come home so, you put on your jacket, grabbed your bag and headed towards the chocolate place that was a few blocks away. as you walked there, you shot him a text.

heyyyyy 'toriii! i'm miss u and i can't wait for u to come homeee :((( so i'm coming to see u. hope it's not a bother :p

surprisingly, within a minute, he had already replied.

y/nnnn hiiiiii. no it's not a bother!! i do not mind at all!!! &lt;333

i actually have a surprise gift for you at the chocolaterie mon paradis. so i'm glad i didn't have to ask you to come ;))

you beamed at the anticipation of what it could be as you started walking faster towards satori's chocolaterie. maybe the surprise would be a new expensive pair of shoes; knowing him it could probably be a whole surprise puppy. you had no clue when it came to satori. he was always so unpredictable, which you loved.

as the cute little building came into your line of vision, you internally squealed because of your excitement as you sped towards the door. as you opened it, you noticed a few customers sitting in the few chairs of the chocolaterie. however, you quickly diverted you attention to the red haired man who was standing behind the counter.

"hey hey, there you are," he cooed as he leaned his elbow against the counter, resting his head on his palm. you chuckled before walking behind the countertop to join him. "hiya 'tori!" he pulled you into a warm hug, arms wrapping around your waist.

"i'm so glad you're here sweetheart. i missed you so much..." he mumbled before having a light bulb moment. he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the kitchen.

"okay are you ready to be amazed?!" he spoke in a mystical way as he covered your eyes. "yes, i'm ready!" you replied. "okay makio! bring it in!"

you heard wheels scrape across the floor as an object was pushed towards where you were standing. "okay, three... two... one!" his hands were removed from your eyes as makio revealed the chocolatey miniture statue of you and satori standing outside a small house. the position of the fake versions of you were made to look as if they were dancing.

"oh. my. gosh!" you exclaimed, "satori, this is incredible!". he chuckled as you closely inspected the build, "you like it?" he asked. "like it? i love it!"

he grabbed your wrist again and pulled you close to his warm body. he smelled sweet like caramel, cocoa and sugar. you loved that about him; the way he'd come home after a long shift and would cuddle you until you were drunk on the sweet smell he'd carry after making chocolate all day. you especially loved it when he had eaten some of the chocolate that he'd made that day because, it would make his lips taste sweet; this would always make your sleepy make out sessions all the better.

"y'know, i've never properly danced with you before, y/n..." satori closed the minuscule gap between you two before placing a soft kiss on your top lip, "let's give it a whirl, shall we?"

makio turned a slow song and dimmed the lights before she brought a tray of chocolates to the counter outside. you smiled bashfully as you wrapped your available arm around his neck, "we shall."

he placed a hand on your hips as he guided your body to the music. you squealed as he effortlessly lifted you up and spun you around. in the middle of the song, he lifted you again so that your legs wrapped around his waist. he sat you down on one of the surfaces before he lovingly gazed at you, completely enamoured by your being.

"mon amour, you are the most incredible person in the world you know that?" you felt butterflies erupt in your tummy as he whispered in your ear, "happy anniversary, i love you."

"i love you more satori," you smiled back at his grin. "no i love you more!" he argued. before you could refute his claim, he pressed his lips against yours. as he placed loving kisses onto your mouth, you once again smelled the sweet chocolate he had prepared that day. he placed a hand behind your head as he deepened the kisses, causing you to get completely intoxicated by his warm touch. you both had gotten so used to the warm feeling of each other's lips, that you didn't notice that the song was finished and that makio was standing at the door frame, awkwardly waiting for you two to finish before getting the second batch of chocolates for the display.

"mm... oh! sorry 'kio!" satori straightened himself out before helping you back onto the ground. she giggled before continuing her work.

"anyways, y/n...that was fun," he turned back towards you, "i'll never stop loving you."

you smiled bashfully again before returning his words, "i'll never stop loving you too, satori."

he placed a soft kiss to your lips, "now let's eat our chocolatey twins, plus their home!"

you burst out laughing at his absurd comment as you followed him to the statue. you picked up the figure of him and he picked up the figure of you. you gently knocked their heads together as a toast and bit into them.

they tasted absolutely delectable, just like his lips.

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[acaiasahi]

✶ i love you meow-st ; park jihoon

synopsis. after getting stuck in a tree whilst saving a cat, jihoon comes to your rescue.

info. fluff, comedy. park jihoon x gn!reader. 1.2k words

warnings. anxiety, reader's stuck in a tree lol, profanity, grammar and structural errors, lowercase and small text intended!

you frantically watch a cat bustling around in a tree as your pleas for it to come down fall on deaf ears.

biting your nail out of anxious tendencies, you look around the park to see no one in sight. you whine to yourself in frustration.

fuck it.

you push some hair back, climbing your way up to the tree after 30 straight minutes of contemplating whether you should do what's taking place right now.

making your way up on the strong arms of the tree, you finally reach the cat slowly but surely. sitting yourself down the crook of the tree, beckoning for the cat to come to you.

she's weary at first, not sure whether your friend or foe so she moves slowly. you don't let up though, keeping your palm face-up, allowing her to smell and come to you at her own pace.

you let out a soft giggle as she nuzzles her head into your hand, a soft purr vibrating through her being. you carefully pick her up, allowing her to sit on your lap as you continue petting her.

in that moment, you let pure calmness take over you as you look up from the cat to the sky above you. the colors swirling from the bright blue to the fluffy white clouds.

you smile at this, "how about we get down now?" whispering to the cat. you let out another chuckle as she continues to look at you, eyes blinking with no intentions of understanding what you said.

picking her up, up look at your descent down. now, you weren't deathly afraid of height but this... this was scary.

a shaky breath leaves your lips as you snap your eyes back onto the sky, completely forgetting the fact that when there's a way up — there's a way down.

without removing your eyes from the clear blue sky, you frantically tap the pockets of your jeans, luckily finding your phone and search for you best friend's number.

you weren't sure what he could even do in this situation but you were sure as hell bringing him down with you literally.

scrolling through all your contacts, you find him and quickly press the call button. it rings all but 3 times before he picks up.

"hey, cutie! aw, you missed me that much?" jihoon teases you, not before his brows furrow in confusion as you don't respond with your regular witty banter.

he hears how shaky your breath is, "y/n? are you okay?" he asks, his grip on the phone getting a little tighter as he perks up from where he’s seated.

"y-yeah, i am. kind of. sorta. not really," you laugh airily, not sure how to bring up that you were stuck in a tree. "could you maybe come to the tree that we used to hang out under after school?" you ask, he hums, confusion and worry taking over.

"be there in 10." he quickly says before the call ends. you rake a hand through your hair, ragged breaths soon turning calmer as you look back at the cat who's now asleep on your lap.

it took jihoon five minutes to get to your location, scrambling out of his car as he shouts out your name.

"y/n? where are you?" he shouts out again, his voice getting louder as he gets closer to the tree. "i-i'm up here, hoon!" you manage to screech out.

he's quick to run up to the tree, watching your form shake in anxiousness. "what the hell happened?" he asks in a shocked tone, face scrunched up in confusion as he sees you clutch a random cat in your arms.

"okay, don't laugh but i was actually gonna call you to come earlier because i was gonna ask you something important but then i heard something meowing and low and behold there's a cat in our tree and so i was like... standing here for decades just trying to figure out how to get her down and then i was like fuck it and climbed up but i forgot that i also had to get down and now i'm literally stuck and now crying..." you babbled on, voice turning quiet as you look back at jihoon. only to find him staring and blinking at you like the cat once did a couple minutes ago.

he lets out a loud laugh, doubling over and clutching his stomach. you feel your face burn up, pout forming in embarrassment as you huff out of frustration towards him.

you weren't sure why but whenever you were in situations where you felt embarrassed, or anxious, tears tend to form within your eyes but jihoon was always there to wipe them before they could fall.

“stop laughing, hoon. i'm scared right now!" you scream out at him, his ears picking up the panic in your voice. looking up at you with a smile, he wipes his own tears from laughing.

“it's kind of cute that you saved the cat," his tone full of adoration, "yeah, yeah, get me the hell down now!" you yell back at him, a sense of sassiness in your voice.

he extends his arms out with open hands as you hesitantly peer down at him. you hand him the cat once you find steady footing, one hand on the trunk of the tree, your legs straddling the bigger branch that you were sitting on.

he grabs the cat quickly, placing it down on the soft grass before opening his arms up again and motioning you to jump down.

"i'll catch you, i promise." he says, you hold out your pinky, "promise?" you ask again. he laughs at your child-like action, putting his pinky up and nods, "promise."

you nod in approval before letting out another shaky breath. you move to stop straddling the branch, legs on one side of it before closing your eyes and jumping down.

just as he promised, jihoon's arms are quick to swing around your protectively. he makes sure you land softly, guiding your feet onto the ground with a soft exhale.

you open one eye, peeking up at him and being greeted by his sweet grin that you love. you wrap your arms around his torso, holding him closer as he lets out another laugh, both your cheeks turning red from the closeness.

“what did you want to talk to me about?” he asks you, his grasp not letting up. you shove your face further into his chest, inhaling before mustering up all the courage to look up at him.

“i was actually going to, um, confess to you?” you state, well it was more of an answer but from the look on his face, you knew he caught on. “ah,” he says.

cocky smirk present on his face but your quick to slap his back, “don’t even try it, park jihoon” you say, he rolls his eyes, “so does this mean that you like me too?” you ask, eyes locking with his.

“of course i do, y/n! i love everything about you, well maybe besides the fact that you got stuck in a tree but- hey!” you quickly clamp a hand on his mouth, shutting him up from finishing his sentence. he plucks your hand off with ease, before pecking your lips.

“maybe i should get stuck in trees more often” you say with a big smile.

“real smooth, y/n.”

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[kyufessions]

chapter ten: four months too long

word count: 639

a/n: lowercase intended

After hugging one another hello for a quick second, you both walked inside. As Soon as the bell rang above the front door, signaling new customers, a tiny bark was heard from your right and a tiny meow from felix’s left. You both shot your heads to the side, looking at tiny furry creatures that stared back at you with innocent eyes. a n excited smile spread across your lips as you knelt down to pet the tiny corgi, a giggle escaping your lips. Felix noticed, watching you as you pet the dog with the brightest smile he has ever laid his eyes upon. He felt butterflies erupting in his stomach, which made him quickly ignore them as he knew you only wanted to be friends- whether that be for the time being or for however long you stayed in each other's lives. If this is how it had to be, he was not going to complain because at the end of the day you were still in his life regardless and he had to be happy about that.

“Hi baby,” you started, reaching over to scratch behind it’s one ear. The sound of its purring brought a smile on both of your faces, feeling content in this moment. You flipped over the nameplate on the cat's collar, curious of its name. “Milk. Hi milk, hi baby.” You cooed.

“Milk.” felix mumbled as the server brought over your orders, thanking them as felix was too preoccupied with the fur baby at his feet. “Oh how i wish i could take you home.”

The next few hours seemed to fly by, both of you getting to know each other better and cuddling up on the floor with random dogs and cats that came to gather both of yours attention. You both took many pictures, both of each other, the pets, and together. When it was almost noon, felix reminded you of him having to go study for one of his classes but pinky promised you that you both would be back and this was now the “y/nlix spot”. You just laughed at the combination of both of your names, nodding and agreeing with him just because it was too cute. As you were waiting for the bus, you made a mental note to come back and adopt milk because not only did she follow both of you around all morning but she also caught your heart- competing with felix at the same exact time.

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summary: a social media au where culinary college student lee felix stumbles across a local bakery worker that catches his eye. what challenges will they face once that same bakery worker slips felix their number in a box of a dozen cupcakes?

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[jasscheeks]

How they would react to…

a cat.

pairings: megumi x f!reader, itadori x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, nobara x f!reader

warnings: fluffy, so floofy you might 💀, i fear. intentional lowercase

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dividers: @firefly-graphics

masterlist!

MEGUMI*

— disappointed, but seeing just pure happiness written all over your face, he lets it slide

— he's more of a dog person

— and he's told you multiple times he'd rather get a dog than a cat, but do you listen? obviously not.

— you can imagine the dumbstruck look on his face when he comes home one day to see you cuddling a kitten

— he should've expected it considering you had been gushing over cats even more than usual lately

— with how much you spoke about getting one, itadori and gojo often joked about him showing up and there being cats littered all over the living room

— never did he think it'd actually happen

"gumi, hear me out," you were quick to defend the little thing, its soft mewls being heard from behind you as you stood protectively in front of it. "i couldn't help it! she licked my nose and she wouldn't get off me even when i tried to leave!"

megumi did nothing but sigh, knowing you were already attached to the thing. you'd never give it up for the world now. so he simply walked up to you, looking over your shoulder to see the kitten, its short black coat being shiny and soft looking. he noticed the glimmer of her big blue eyes and he knew exactly how she'd persuaded you into getting her. he glanced at you, his eyes lazy as they bored into your hopeful ones.

"is it too late to say she reminded me of you?"

again, not what he was expecting but the expression on your face made his heart pound in ways he couldn't explain.

ITADORI*

— he's just as shocked as you are when a stray cuddles up on you

— itadori basically radiates orange cat energy

— he's quick to try and coax the sweet baby into his arms

— ranting something about you both being the chosen ones

— he opens his arms fully for your new fur baby

— as it is a very rare moment, he's making sure to be extra careful

— yuji loves both cats and dogs, it doesn't matter to him

as soon as you feel something nudging onto your leg, you're quick to look down. your heart melts upon seeing a small orange stray, it's two different colored eyes hitting you directly in your heart. turning to yuji, who's still mindlessly window-shopping, you tug on his hand urging him to look at the bundle of joy that's decided it wants to come home with you.

"yuji, yuji! you gotta look at this!" you whisper shout towards him, your eyes back onto the kitten. its purring is loud, the softy meow that follows suit has you crouching down slowly, your hand slipping from yuji's.

feeling your warmth slowly retreating, he turns towards you almost immediately but he pauses before asking you, his eyes fixed on the small one next to you. "oh my god..." he watches as you scoop the kitten in your arms, it's head nuzzling into your hand. "babe, babe…it chose us."

he crouches beside you, reaching out to pet its head with his finger. “we can take it home, right?”

NOBARA*

— the cat hates her.

— she doesn’t like it either

— but seeing you kiss and cuddle the life out of the thing she decides to give it one more chance

— the cat seems to adore you, seeing as it’s always following you around

— she can’t even sneak a kiss in without the cat hissing at her

— she guesses the only thing that makes up for it is your giggles when she’s “arguing” with the cat

— yes, she talks to it like it’s going to respond

you hear rounds of hissing coming from around the corner, followed by nobara’s shouts. of course, you’re rounding the corner as quick as you can. only to be greeted with the sight of nobara and your little burmese, once again back at each other’s throats.

“listen up, you little brat…i’m only here because of her and i’m not up for sharing…” she said through clenched teeth, glaring down at the ball of fur that looked up at her.

she pointed an accusatory finger at your burmese, to which it bared its teeth, hissing sharply at her. nobara gasped dramatically. “yeah, that’ll do it. say hello to the dumpster for me—,” and with that she reached out for your cat, risking getting bitten or scratched.

“saki?” at the sound of your voice, the two looked up and nobara jumped away from the cat. your cat was quick to jump up and scurry to your side, pawing at your leg. “what is going on in here?”

“babe, that things a terror, i’m telling you!”

GOJO*

— unsurprisingly, he's the one who brought the cat home.

— he knows you love cats, so he bought home one that resembles him a little too much

— now you'll have a companion that'll serve as a stand in for him whenever he’s out running errands

— he has no preference for dogs or cats

— but this cat just radiates his energy a little too much

— and he knows you'll love it

— he develops this habit to check in on his little mini cat self

"my gummy gumdrop! i have something for you~" he coos, the floofy boy nestled into his arms, his hand busy giving tummy rubs. you shout from the bedroom, telling him you’re there but grumbling about the weird nicknames he’s constantly switching between. he feels himself growing giddy at the thought of your reaction.

he walks into the bedroom you two shared, his back facing you, making you look at him confused. "toru, what are you hiding?" you asked, head cocked to the side, trying to peek at what he has in his arms.

"sweet kikufuku, you're never gonna guess what i got today," he chuckled, backing up even closer to you. at this point in the relationship, you were used to the weird pet names he gave you, not even batting an eye at them now. you're too busy craning your neck to get a look at what he's holding, but he won't budge.

"jeez satoru, what is it?— oh my god..." you stare in awe as he slowly turns around to reveal the floofy kitten in his arms. its white fur sticks up on the ends, it ultimately reminding you of gojo's gravity defying locks. its ocean blue eyes resemble gojo's so much, you're questioning if this cat is actually his cat incarnate.

but nevertheless you're reaching your arms out, cooing at the sweet baby. “i think we should name it gojo satoru junior, seeing as he looks so much like me.” gojo suggests, smiling as you give him a look. “catchy, right?”

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