#this little keychain one is too cute so it will suffice for now

[itslaneybop]

my level of self control is abysmal >:I

[cricutmachinemaker]

What is a Cricut Cutie & How to Get One?

Nowadays, Cricut Cutie is on the biggest appeal list for many people. Crafters and Cricut fans are eager to learn more about this plastic collector figurine of the Cricut mascot. We see even non-crafters searching for various designs and colorsfor the Cutie project- how to get them and make one of their choices. In this post, you will find detailed information about these collectible little figures. We’ll break down this cute two-lettered (Cricut Cutie) info, like what a Cricut Cutie is, how many colors are available, how to design them, how to buy them, and more. So let’s get started without any delay.

What is a Cricut Cutie?

Cricut Cutie is just a mascot for Cricut. These are small and extremely cute, just like a mascot. These plastic mascots come in several colors resembling the color of the latest Cricut machine. You can find them inside a Cricut Mystery Box or a Cricut Bundle and display these figurines anywhere.

Which is the Best Cricut Machine to Make Cricut Cuties?

The best Cricut machine means precise cuts in material and suitable prints on certain things such as mugs, T-shirts, and more. So, when you plan to craft your projects, select the machine well. There are various Cricut machines available to fulfill crafting needs. These machines are apt for all DIY projects, from Tote bags to keychains, Cricut cuties, etc. Below we will discuss some of them you can utilize while putting your creative cap on.

Cricut Explore 3

The newest Cricut in the explore family is Cricut Explore 3. This machine is known for easily cutting, drawing, and scoring, too, with ultimate speed and precision. It cuts more than 100 materials - cardstock, vinyl, iron-on, glitter paper, and bonded fabric and thus, you can also use it to create the Cricut cutie of your choice.

Cricut Maker

It is a digital die-cutting machine that can cut more than 300 materials - delicate paper & fabric to hard objects such as matboard, leather, and balsa wood. Because of creating intricate cuts and pro-level effects, this machine is preferred by the crafter. This machine is considered the best for all sorts of materials and projects. It suffices the need to cut different types of materials for a plethora of projects related to crafts.

Cricut Easy Press 2

This Cricut machine offers a no-stress heat press for any heat transfer project. It can create numerous designs, such as cutie machine vinyl, cute stickers, and cutie club t-shirts. Utilizing it, you get the speed of a heat press and the convenience of iron; It works best for printing custom-designed T-shirts, banners, blankets, etc. It can be used in a large number of projects because of the ability to transfer Iron-On or Heat Transfer Vinyl designs to any piece of fabric. After knowing about the best Cricut machine for Cricut cuties, we now move toward how to design them.

Cricut Cutie SVG: How Can We Design It?

You can have a Cricut cutie of your own with little effort. All you need to do is move to the Cricut Design Space first. Now, upload your original art to the Cricut Design Space tool. You can save them as a JPG, PNG, or SVG file. Cricut Design Space allows crafters to edit shapes, cut out Text, and make worlds into shapes. You can download Cricut cutie model templates in SVG and pdf formats to create them. You can begin designing a Cutie Project by browning the best collection of customized products and then follow up with an easy and quick step-by-step guide.

Craft Designs for Children Using Cricut

Crafts designs keep kids entertained while being creative. With the Cricut, parents can make amazing sets of Cricut cutie designs and various collections of kids' crafts, cuts out fun paper, and vinyl designs. Even children can make DIY emoji stress balls, printable unicorns, paper crowns, etc.

DIY Emoji Stress Balls

Not only will children have fun making these, but also while using them. They can utilize weekends, making this an easy but useful DIY craft. So many kids' favorite things are put into kids' fun crafts to make their day.

Printable Unicorns

While having spring and summer break, kids can make their unicorn-free printable unicorns. These are perfect for kids in elementary school.

Paper Crowns

Parents can have fun while letting their kids be creative. Paper crowns are craft designs that allow them to craft together and have some royal kingdom-type fun for parents and their kids. Now comes the crucial part, the Cricut mystery box; what's it, what's inside it, and how can one get a Cricut cutie?

Cricut Mystery Box: How One Can Get Cricut Cutie

As the name signifies, the Cricut mystery bag is like a grab bag that includes mystery Cricut goodies that range from cutting materials to accessories and digital image sets. This creative box can come up with Cricut cuties occasionally. The name is the mystery, and therefore, every time item can differ, but one thing for sure is that there will always be something inside this box.

The chance of getting a Cutie surprise inside this box relies totally on luck. Sometimes this box can contain it, while at the other time, it doesn't. Sometimes Cricut itself sends Cricut cuties to its customers; if you are lucky, you will have it.

Conclusion

Cricut cuties are mascots for Cricut that come in various colors. It occasionally comes in the mystery box; it can't be bought immediately. You can find them in the box or get them upon purchasing something (gift by Cricut).

Frequently Asked Questions

How many colors of Cricut Cuties are there?

The color of Cricut Cuties depends on the choice of Cricut. It crops up in several colors representing the color of the Cricut machine. However, some colors are rare, while others are mostly available.

How can we buy a Cricut Cutie?

Anyone willing to buy Cricut cuties can go to eBay and Etsy marketplaces. One thing to remember is to be prepared, as these plastics are collectible. The other way to get it is through Cricut Mystery Box or a promotion. But these are occasional, and it is a game of luck, basically.

Which is the Rarest Cricut Cutie?

The rarest cutie is light metallic purple. It comes from the bundle, Limited Edition Wisteria Lane. This color of Cricut cutie is very popular but rarely comes in the highlight.

Visit: cricut design space login design.cricut.com/setup explore air 2 cricut.com/setup maker 3 cricut.com/setup app cricut.com/setup

Source: https://cricutdesignapp.wordpress.com/2023/07/14/what-is-a-cricut-cutie-how-to-get-one/

[2-cute-4-school]

NCT Dream reaction : you give them a handmade gift

M.list

Genre : fluff fluff fluff

Word count : 2.5K words

Mark Lee

*sigh* my overworked baby, SM pls let him rest

he probably forgets to eat from time to time or just doesn’t time to

which breaks your poor little heart :<

so when Mark stays in the recording room until late in the night once again, you don’t go to him empty handed

you go to him with a handful of homemade cookies!!! ヽ(^◇^*)/

when you enter the studio, Mark’s slumped figure immediately straightens up, tired eyes lighting up at the sight of you

he turns in his chair and stretched out his arms to you with a puppy face and your heart :((( just :((((( melts :(((((((((( wow mark no need to kill us all with your babie culture

but who are you to say no to this angel with somewhat less appropriate thoughts but you didn’t hear this from me so you don’t hesitate to walk into his open arms

he lays his head on your stomach, nuzzling into you and cuddling up to you like a clingy koala bear as you run your fingers comfortingly through his hair, lightly massaging his head 

with the serene atmosphere you almost forgot why you came so you pulled away from Mark, your heart clenching at his whine and bring the bag with the cookies out of your backpack and thrust it in his hands

he looks from you to the bag and back with eyes so wide and innocent your brain almost short circuited at the utter cuteness

he digs into it once you prompt him to, a soft ‘woah’ coming out from him once he was hit with the sight of freshly baked cookies

“daaamn these are so good, babe” your eyes shine with pride

as he sticks one in his mouth, munching delighted at it (◠‿◠✿) , he grabs you with an arm, sitting you on his lap like a baby that you are and prodding your lips with another cookie he grabbed out of the bag

“oh no, I made these for you, I don’t-”

he doesn’t let you finish your sentence as he pushes the cookie in your mouth, watching you fondly as you start munching on it and patting your head with a gentle hand

“you’re so much cuter when you’re not nagging”

*GASP*

the Disrespect

Huang Renjun

this baby probably also showers you in his own gifts such as paintings or drawing of you sooo

it’s only proper that you also gist him something made by you (°∀°)

you work your cute ass off to perfect the most adorable Moomin key-chain you can come up with *huff* 

the day you finally deem it good enough to be shown to the top artist Huang Renjun you sweat buckets as you approach him

Renjun is busy on his iPad as you paddle over to him and stick the key-chain in his face with a dumb but proud smile “here”

Renjun turns to you with a blank face “what is this?”

●‿●

when I tell you the blood drained from your face and you died 50 times internally, your soul just left your body and you saw your life flash before your eyes ‘well life was good, time to say goodbye eyy’

you manage a loud and definitely not artificial laugh

“HAHAHA JUST AN UGLY THING I made I MEAN FOUND HAha ʰᵃ!!! Hey doesn’t it look like you in the morning?!” 

that’s when you knew you gotta bolt the scene

but Renjun of course couldn’t let your embarrassment end there the grumpy little gremlin

he snatched the keychain from you and curled his other hand around you, gluing you to his side and you froze as you looked into his sparkly wide eyes ( Renjun’s eyes are galaxies fite me )

“you made this for me?”

“uh yeah” 

warning : you were strangled to death by Renjun who deemed that a simple ‘thank you’ just couldn’t suffice, you had to die asphyxiated by his bear hug

“thank u thank u thank it’s so cute, I love it so much! I love you so much!!!”

“do you love me more than Moomin?”

warning 2 : he threw you away faster than he captured you in his deathly cute hug

“know your place, no. 2″

(¤﹏¤)

Lee Jeno

so Jeno is just a biiiiit upset at you maybe

okay maybe a bit more than just a bit

because you might or might have not broken his favorite cup which, mind you, was also a gift from you, when you were at the dorms

so now this overgrown baby gives you THE stinky eye and makes sarcastic and grumpy remarks with any chance he gets

and honesty as much as you love him, you’re ABSOLUTELY DONE with his pettiness :’)

that’s how you find yourself seated at your desk with a blank cup, acrylic watercolors and brushes spread everywhere as you squeeze every ounce of willpower to finish what you started

so after 2 mental breakdown, painted fingers and a veryyy dirty desk, you finished painting a cute design on Jeno’s new cup

you let it dry and didn’t waste another second to bring it to Jeno who still sulked at the dorms

once you were let inside, you trudged over to Jeno who was sat at the couch, refusing to get up and greet you with kisses as he usually did and slammed the cup on the coffee table in front of him

his frown turned into a confused puppy face so fast his duality amazed you once again, he lifted the cup gently, running the tips of his fingers gently over the paintings you worked so hard to complete for him

“are you still mad, nono?”

his silence was quite unnerving as you started to tire yourself out, your voice weakened by worry, but he lifted his head, looking at you with eyes so soft your heart fluttered wildly in your chest

“mad? you-you did this for me and you think I’m mad?”

he put the cup down much gentler than you and stood up from his seat, engulfing you in his arms, one of his hands squeezing you impossibly close to him and the other one cradling your head to his chest

“I think I just fell in love with you once again”

“if you fall in love just from a painted cup I should be more careful when I leave you alone”

he chuckled at your witty remark, kissing the side of his neck

once you broke apart, he placed his new favorite cup on the highest shelf and turned to you with a shit-eating grin

“i’ll put this here so maybe you won’t break this one too”

“sleep with an eye open tonight, lee” (☉‿☉✿)

Lee Donghyuck

so another overworked baby of mine bless his soul

his schedule is so packed so even though he’d cuddle with you until the end of times you actually didn’t get to do that as often as you’d like

and we all know how whiny lil cutie baby Haechanie can get when he doesn’t get what he wants :’))))

and since unfortunately you can’t be beside him all of the time like he wants you to, you decide the next best thing : you knit him a scarf !! you even stuck a tag made out of a soft material with a drawing of a smiley sun to one end of the scarf

he looks so shocked when you skip into his room and lovingly strangle him with the scarf

and you swear you could see his eyes glisten when you tell him you made it yourself and he remembers the bandaids that seemed to grow in number every day which you always shrugged of when he asked

although the tears may be from the lack of air  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

n e way, he looks so thankful as he wordlessly cradles your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips and taking the time to litter kisses over every single one of your small injuries, whispering a soft ‘i love you’ at the end

you swear your heart runs leaps through your rib cage

he just loves you so so much and would appreciate anything you give him 

you bring his face back up and press a huge *smooch* on his lips and you both giggle in between your kisses

why so cute you lovebirds?!?

he brings the scarf everywhere he goes, to the dorms, to every show, concert, whenever he travels somewhere, no matter the season

it becomes his lucky charm

once, Renjun sends you a picture of your Hyuckie sleeping cuddled up to the scarf, his nose nuzzled into it

“you know I won’t let him forget about this. EVER” you smirk at Renjun’s text, typing back a reply

“pls do” ( ಠ◡ಠ )

Na Jaemin

this sweet boi hold close to his heart anything you give him

so there’s literally no reason to stress over the bracelet you decided to craft for him

but you being you of course you want to rip your hair out every time something doesn’t go your way ah the levels of patience are definitely soaring through the roof

you even swallowed your pride and asked Jeno for help (read as used him as a puppet) so you were sure you’d get the right size

so after doubting the colors, patterns, material, your entire life choices, you asked Jaemin to close his eyes the next time you met up

with extra shaky fingers, you wrapped the bracelet around his wrist and fumbled to tie it properly

“I’m not getting any younger over here, y/n”

“shut up, mommy jaemie”

he managed to slap the back of your head even with his eyes closed (>‘o’)>

so when you finally tied a sturdy knot with your chicken fingers, you let him open his eyes and beach let me tell you the way his entire face broke into a smile at the sight of the pretty bracelet around your wrist

the sun seemed to pale in comparison with his precious smile, jaemin lights up the world no question, there’s no way you can convince me otherwise

“oh my God, my baby spent time making me such a pretty gift, I must have saved a country in my previous life, come here, let me smooch you into next week (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ “

so that’s how you ended up trapped in Jaemin’s embrace FOREVER

he kept on complimenting you the entire day and made it his mission to boast to every member he could get is hands on about his pretty gift made by his even prettier baby, he’s such a sucker for you no joke whipped culture right here m’am

“Jaemin, the the threads are getting dirty, don’t you think it’s time to take it off-?”

“I’ll die wearing this ʘ‿ʘ“

Zhong Chenle

among all of his ultra expensive things he has, he is dead sure that you’re the most precious in his life

he often told you he’d give up every penny in his bank and all his fame as long as he got to keep you by his side

he regarded you as a ray of warm light when the world left him cold and he swore he’d fight off anything and anyone who dared to hurt you

so this is how he found himself a bit confused and extremely guilty over how he is supposed to fight himself, watch and learn baby

he never meant to upset you, especially over something you poured your blood, sweat and tears into perfecting it just for him

sure, you were aware the Chinese patters you sewed carefully into a pristine white material weren’t perfect, but the way he laughed in you face once you offered it to him toppled your negative emotions over

he wasn’t aware that you sewed it yourself when he made fun of it

“jeez, where did you get this from, Y/N, the clownery fair? even though you should report them for to costumer protection for its ugliness”

“maybe I should report you for being a bitchy prick” ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

you glare at him and storm away, slamming the door

chenle, the most oblivious and babiest boyfriend : (Θ︹Θ)ს well shit

but of course you couldn’t stay mad at him for long when he sweet talked his way back into your good side basically every minute of the day after finding out from Renjun (this angry angel helped you bless his soul) how hard you worked to sew that

so even though you’re still sulking a lil bit

you accept to come over at his house and as soon as you enter his room you’re shook

where one of his posters once hung above his bed now stood your sewing project proudly

you stared in awe like （’◎’）

“but I though you said it’s ugly”

“that’s before I knew it’s made by you. Anything you did is directly promoted to gorgeous, admirable, incomparable-”

ヾ(＠⌒▽⌒＠)ﾉ

3 weeks later while cuddling 

you : *GASP* “I’m so sorry for calling you a bitchy prick, baby”

Park Jisung

he is a giant as much as he is a baby and you agree with me even if you don’t 

babies are fascinated by almost anything, especially colorful things

which means Jisung is also fascinated by colorful things ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

so when you met and you pulled out a few origami figures of different, lively colors, Jisung : (✪㉨✪)

“woah, how did you do these?”

“they’re like basic origami figurines”

if he wasn’t amazed enough already

when you picked up a purple frog and pressed on its bottom and it jumped, Jisung jumped up with it

“WOAH, how did you do THAT?”

you didn’t have the heart to break his innocent awe and tell him it didn’t take longer than 5 minutes to make that frog

so you just settled for a shrug and a simple

“magic, Jisung, magic”

at that, he straightens up in his seat, his awestruck expression fading into a serious one as he grips your shoulders tightly （´＿｀）

“you’ve been lying to me, haven’t you?” ~(｡��︵ ಠ@)>

“what do you mean, sungie?”

“you’re a wizard!!!!!!!!!”

*facepalm* *internal sigh* *whale noises because cuteness levels are just too high* 

“uh, yeah sure, baby, whatever floats your boat”

you try to turn away to hide your growing smile, but jisung isn’t having it

“no, you can’t leave me like this!! teach me!!!1!”

he grips your sleeve and looks at you with such wide innocent eyes as if you’re another wonder of the world and you swear you melt on the spot

“well, you know, my services aren’t free” (¬‿¬)

“what do you want?”

“kisses?” ( jisung shutting down )

“k-kisses? kisses??!? i mean *clears throat and buffs up* yeah sure, that’s all? i can do kisses” ( this baby blushed after only mentioning it but okay boss baby go off I guess ) (*~▽~)

he could’t even be disappointed when he found out origami was nowhere near to magic when you spoiled him with kithes all evening *cue a red Jisungie*

[yoon-kooks]

Glass Slipper

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Fluff

Summary: The moment Jimin knocks on your studio door and asks you to participate in his little “survey”, you know he’s up to his usual shenanigans. But why not play along and make things interesting?

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

A/N: this is the sfw prequel to a slightly smuttier jimin drabble, Pick Me Up (find it on my drabble masterlist)! feel free to read them in any order or on their own!

-

You’ve been working as a songwriter at BigHit for exactly one month now, and you’ve already made an enemy: Park Jimin.

You don’t hate him or anything. But he has this terrible habit of distracting you, especially while you’re working. Sometimes he’ll just poke his head into your studio to say hi, other times he’ll ask to hear what song you’re working on. That’s cute and all, but what really irks you is when he comes up with bizarre excuses just to bother you.

Needless to say, he’s a cute but dangerous distraction. And he must be stopped at all costs.

As soon as you hear his signature knock on the door, your mind starts to make a list of the craziest excuses Park Jimin might have this time. Perhaps he’s gonna check your studio again for his nonexistent ugly Christmas sweater for the third time this week.

“Yes?” You swing your door open to a handsome boy with a clipboard in his hands. “What do you want, Jimothy?”

“Do you have time to take a quick survey?” He pulls out a bag of what looks like excess Bangtan merch. “If you participate, you get a free prize.”

“How long is it gonna take?” You narrow your eyes.

“Five minutes.” You doubt it. The last time he said five minutes, he stayed for an hour.

“What’s it about?”

“A company party. We wanna know everyone’s preference about food and stuff.” Halloween is around the corner, so maybe there is a legit party being planned. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t suspicious of the boy conducting the so-called survey.

“I might not even be able to attend if I don’t get caught up on work first.”

“I’ll help you finish your work.”

“No you won’t,” you scoff, half joking and half serious.

“Just take the survey in case you can make the party!”

“Fine! And you better leave as soon as I answer the last question!”

“Fine!” Jimin laughs over your banter before getting back into character of a professional survey conductor. “First question, are you single?”

“Seriously, Jimothy?” you groan, ready to slam the door on his face.

“We need to know if you’re bringing a plus-one or not, so we can figure out how much food to order.”

“I’m single…”

“I figured,” Jimin nods as he writes it down on his clipboard.

“You know, you’re a shitty human being.”

“Second question,” he ignores your comment, “Beverage of choice?”

“Coffee.” As soon as you respond, a light bulb goes off in your head. Rather than answering honestly, maybe you’ll skew the results with some obscure answers to give Jimin a taste of his own medicine. That’ll show him.

“Third question: favorite fancy food?”

“Avocado.”

“I said fancy.”

“Guacamole.”

Jimin gives you The Look. You blink back as innocently as possible.

“Fourth question: favorite fun activity?”

“Hmm…” You try to come up with something he despises. Maybe something that’ll scare the shit out of him. “Ooh, a haunted house?”

“Are you sure? Haunted houses are kinda boring.” He waits for you to change your mind. But you don’t feel like it.

“I’m sure.”

“Fifth question: car or limo?”

“Pumpkin carriage,” you say, “like the one in Snow White.”

“You mean Cinderella, you uncultured swine,” he corrects you.

“Same thing.”

“And final question: when’s a good day and time for the party?”

“Based on my work schedule and all the shit I have to catch up on thanks to your little survey, I’ll be free at exactly 3AM tonight.” You wish you were joking, but you really do have a lot of work to do before you can leave your studio.

“Okay.” Jimin finishes writing up your answers on the clipboard, hands you your “prize” (a vintage keychain with an orange-haired Jimin on it), and waves farewell. “I’ll see you at 3.”

You wave back, just thankful he kept his promise of leaving as soon as the survey was over.

Once your studio door closes all the way, it finally hits you. This is a date. This is not a drill. This is a date. With the enemy of all people.

-

By the time 3AM comes around, you’ve just finished composing a rough demo of a potential track for Bangtan’s next album. You plan to tidy it up and edit it some more in the morning, but for now you wait for your supposed date.

Knock! When you open your door, you’re greeted by a cute little food cart decorated as a pumpkin. Pushing the cart into your studio is, of course, your enemy.

“Oh look, it’s a pumpkin carriage I made just for you,” Jimin says, shamelessly fishing for a compliment.

“Who are you? My fairy godmother?”

“Just say it’s cute!”

“It’s cute.”

The first thing pulled out from the cart is a cup of coffee with your name on it.

“Did you know Cinderella Lattes are a thing?” he asks, pulling out another coffee for himself. “It’s supposed to be half pumpkin spice, half white mocha.”

You take a sip. Not to be basic, but you do love your pumpkin spice lattes and white mochas. So, like a glass slipper, the Cinderella Latte is a perfect fit for you, especially given the theme of this fine autumn night.

Next comes the guacamole in a huge ass bowl. It looks awfully fresh and green for something that would’ve needed to be picked up from a restaurant hours ago before closing time.

“Is it homemade?” You dip an accompanying chip into the guac. It’s delicious and definitely homemade. Chipotle is shaking. “Not bad, Jimothy.”

He nods, “I had to go all out for your party.”

“What exactly are we celebrating at 3AM anyway?” You know it’s more of a date, but you wonder if there’s a special occasion. A boy doesn’t just go out of his way to make five pounds of guacamole for fun.

“You really don't know, Y/N?” Jimin chuckles. “It’s for your one-month anniversary since you started working at BigHit.”

You were aware of the one-month thing. But what you didn’t know was that it was worth celebrating, or that Jimin was keeping track.

“Do you throw parties like this for everyone?” You’re genuinely curious because Jimin does seem like the type to shower others with love.

He shakes his head, “Just for you.” You don’t even know how to react. No one’s ever done something so sweet just for you. “And besides, you’ve been really stressed and tired out lately from work. I thought this could be kind of like a pick-me-up to keep you going.”

“I’ve been stressed and falling behind in work because you’re always distracting me!” you laugh, fake-scolding him. “You make it hard for me to stay focused.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m so handsome and charming that I’ve consumed your mind.”

“I never said that you were handsome or charming.”

“But you were thinking it.”

“Whatever, Jimothy.”

“Why do you always call me Jimothy?”

“Because you’re annoying.” That’s a lie. You do it to tease him. It's your subtle way of expressing affection towards the boy. Because unlike him, you have a harder time letting go and showing that side of yourself.

“I literally made you guacamole and this is how you repay me. Ungrateful.” He makes a cute little hmph sound. “I guess you don’t want to go into the haunted house I set up for you.”

Your ears perk up. You completely forgot about the haunted house. “Wait, I wanna see the haunted house.”

“Fine then, come.” The boy holds out his hand, and you take it.

You suppose Jimin’s never been in an actual haunted house before. Otherwise his idea of a scary haunted house wouldn’t just be a hallway with the lights turned out.

“I know you put a lot of effort into this haunted house by turning off the lights and all, but this ain’t it,” you say, still holding onto the boy’s hand. It’s warm.

“Well you’re a hard one to please, aren’t you?” He pulls you a little closer.

“No, actually I’m not.” You shake your head even though it’s too dark to see. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m quite pleased whenever you come visit me, with or without the guac. I really do appreciate the gesture, you know. Not just tonight. Always.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.” You don’t need night-vision goggles to know he’s smirking and proud of what he’s accomplished tonight—getting you to laugh and admit you enjoy his company. He might even have one more thing on his bucket list—a kiss—but he’ll have to wait a little longer for that and so much more.

For now, calling him Jimothy will have to suffice.

“Thank you, Jimothy.”

[slafkovskys]

a million dreams ▹ c. mccarthy

my masterlist!

-

a million dreams for the world we’re gonna make

“jesus christ,” you grunt as your foot makes contact with something hard on the floor of your bedroom. bending down, you see it’s a pencil and curse it before putting it in the side pocket of your backpack with your pens and highlighters.

your foot throbs as you move about your room, collecting the dirty clothes that, throughout the week, had gotten thrown randomly around instead of tossed into your laundry basket. you hum along to the song coming from your phone, something off the ‘today’s hits’ station on pandora, as you work.

you pull back your comforter, tossing it on the carpet so you can strip your bed. just as your about to strip the pillowcases, the music cuts and your phone lights up. like always, you smile at the contact picture of the two of you. taken from behind by one of his friends to tease you on snapchat, his arm was thrown around your shoulder and both of yours wrapped around his waist as you left the arena, him still in his suit and you in your mccarthy jersey you rarely wore to games anymore. his number that dangled from your neck seemed to suffice for the two of you these days.

“hello?” you answer, plopping down on the beanbag chair beside your bed. you kick your slippers off and curl your legs to your chest.

“hey gorgeous,” case says, his voice heavy with what you know as sleep. “what are you doing today?”

you run your hand over your leg subconsciously as you lean back so the chair fully against the wall, “well, it’s saturday, so my day’s stocked full of chores. laundry, cleaning, etc. what about you? sleep?”

you knew he got in late last night on a flight back from europe with the team. you were shocked he was even up before noon because jet lag never seemed to work on him. he always just slept like the dead afterwards.

“can i come over?” he asks. “i’m bored and i’ve about had it with cole.”

you sigh, “are you sure? you didn’t get home until, like, five yesterday.”

you only knew that because he texted you when he was in bed, just like he’d done every trip since you’d gotten together a little over two years ago.

“if i get tired, i’ll just take a nap. your bed is more comfortable than mine anyway.” he reasons and you bite your lip. “i’ll even help with chores.”

you giggle and move the hockey stick that also dangled from your necklace, “you’re not going to take no for an answer are you?”

“nope,” he pops the ‘p’, “besides, i know where the spare is. i’m going to get in one way or another.”

“i feel vaguely threatened.” you joke and he snorts. “sure, come over whenever.”

“i love you.” he says as you hear rustling over the other end. there’s muttering before he sighs, “cole says he loves you too.”

you smile at the mention of one of your best friends. “tell him i love him too.”

“and…”

“you’re alright.” you laugh loudly as he swears, “i love you too, case. please drive safe. the roads are probably still a little wet.”

“i will, love you.” he says again and waits for you to say it too before disconnecting the call.

the music starts up again with a new song and you sigh, sitting there for a few minutes before getting back to business. you strip the pillowcases and drop them on top of the laundry pile before picking up the basket. you put your phone on top before going downstairs.

at the sight of you, gatsby wags his tail. gatsby, a seven year old golden retriever named after the character from your mother’s favorite book, walks over to you and nudges your bare legs. “hey, gatz.”

you go into the laundry room with him following close behind and sit the basket down. you lean down and pet him, talking in your baby voice. “case is gonna come over soon. yeah, you’re excited? me too.”

you go ahead and toss your sheets into the dryer, starting that cycle before sorting out your other clothes. like the goodest boy, gatsby laid down and watched you as you sorted. when you’ve only got a couple more piles to sort, you hear the door opening and case call for you.

you stop the music as gatsby runs out of the room, giving case your likely location. the dark haired boy strolls in clad in shorts, a sweatshirt, and a big smile. “hey gorgeous.”

you drop the shirt in your hands and open your arms. he gives you the biggest hug and you breathe in his smell, fresh for the first time in a few weeks. “hey handsome.”

you feel gatsby circling and sniffing the two of you but you don’t bother with him and neither does case because you were finally seeing each other in person. you stay like that for so long that gatsby huffs and lays back down. when you pull back, your eyes are watery and case pouts his lips. “am i that ugly?”

“stop,” you push him slightly and then pull him back, “i missed you.”

his lips peck the top of your head before they meet yours. “i missed you more.”

“impossible,” you laugh and wipe your eyes with sleeves of your, case’s technically as it was one you made him wear before leaving so you could have it smelling like him, “let me finish sorting. it’ll only take a couple minutes.”

he nods and squats down beside gatsby who rolls over for tummy pets. “your like your mom. excited to see me at first and then needy.”

you roll your eyes and quickly finish sorting so you could get to case. the sheets still had twenty minutes on them, so you, case and gatsby go into the living room. “are you thirsty? hungry? i was gonna make lunch in a few.”

he shakes his head, “your mom at work?”

you nod and plop down on the couch, opening your arms for him. you huff as he drops down onto your chest. “how was europe?”

“great, like always. i just wish you were there.”

case and the rest of the team had gone to europe to play their last games in ntdp. after the last one, he facetimed you crying and you cried too. both of you shedding happy and sad tears.

“that reminds me,” he reaches into the pocket in his shorts, “i’ve got your keychains.”

you laugh, because when you’d first gotten together and he’d gone out of country, you’d asked him to bring you back a keychain. he did, one from every country he’d gone too, and now does it every time he goes somewhere whether it be national or international. you’ve got one from every city he’s been in hung on a wall in your bedroom. they were, without a doubt, your most prized possessions because no matter what happened, he always brought you back a keychain.

“thank you,” you analyze them and he watches you do so, “i love you.”

just as you share a kiss, the washer sounds you sigh. you get up and case follows you, “what do you want for lunch?”

you throw the sheets into the dryer and start them before looking at case, “grilled cheese?”

“grilled cheese.” you confirm and follow him into the kitchen. you grab everything, yelping when case slaps your butt, and make two sandwiches. the two of you sit at the island munching down and talking. you don’t move until the dryer buzzes. “help me?”

“course.” he shrugs and drops the plates into the sink before going into the laundry room. he takes your sheets, refusing to hand them over upon your insistence, and goes upstairs to your room.

he helps put the pillowcases on their designated pillows and when you tease that he knows that by heart, he rebuts, “i’m here everyday. i know this entire house like it’s my own.”

when tucking the sheets under the mattress, he speaks up, “i’m gonna marry you someday. i just feel like you should know that.”

“what makes you say that?” you ask after your heart stops beating for a split second.

“i just know and i figured you should too. mrs. y/n mccarthy has a nice ring, don’t you think?”

he drops onto the bed and you drop down beside him. he turns on his side to look at you. you push his hair out of his face and run your hand through it.

“i’ve got it all planned out actually. wanna hear?”

you nod.

“we’re gonna graduate and i’m gonna get drafted. we’re gonna go to boston and get a cute little apartment. i’ll be there for a couple of years and then go to the pros. you’ll graduate and then come with me. i’ll propose somewhere during that time, don’t worry.

“you’ll get your dream job and a few years later, we’ll have babies. two boys and a girl, hopefully. cute ass kids because duh.” he gestures between the two of you. “we’ll have at least one dog. our kids will do whatever they want. if they want to play hockey, fine. if they don’t, fine. i don’t care.

“i’ll spoil you senseless. we’ll have matching range rovers- stop laughing. we’ll live in a cute suburb-’’

“how long have you been planning this, case?” you ask, interlocking your fingers with his.

“since the day you sat down beside me in chemistry. i was like, ‘damn. i just met the mother of my children.’ i’ve known i’m gonna wife you up, since the early stages, y/n.”

you shake your head, “you’re crazy.”

he smiles, “but you’re gonna marry me. so what does that make you?”

you smile, “touché, mccarthy.”

[stars-and-rose]

lacrosse and starbucks

alternately called: band au shenanigans? band au shenanigans.

really, i was planning on updating cursed kingdom this weekend. or heart point. or both. 

but my phone (which contains all my notes for both aus) had other ideas.

it died. i don’t mean the battery is out. i mean, it is completely done for.

so, until i get another phone (which should be very soon) and can recover my notes, it’s gonna be a little hard to update those aus. i’m currently rewriting my cursed kingdom notes in a notebook because my trust in phones has died.

in short, shit has hit the fan, and to make up for that, I found a drabble (whoops it’s actually almost 2k words) it wrote for my band au. soooooo here we go! it managed to become pining prinxiety and logically and I'm not sure  how 

Fandom: Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides

Pairings: Highkey pining Prinxiety, and Logicality 

Summary: Junior year is almost over... the concert is in four days time, and at that concert, leadership position's will be announced. So what is Virgil doing? Practicing? no. Sitting at his c- friends lacrosse game and getting coffee? yes

Word Count: 1908

Trigger Warnings: Cursing and Implied parental death (brief, mentioned in a single sentence) 

Virgil could list a thousand other things he could be doing at the moment. He could be finishing his sociology report. He could be practicing his solo for the concert, which was less than a week away. He could be helping the younger members of the school's poetry group finish their writings for the slam coming up.

Instead, he had his back against the bleachers, his dark jean jacket hanging loosely off his shoulders and his eyes focused on the puffy clouds in a blue sky. He had been focusing on the game, but the opposite school had called a timeout and they were taking too long.

He wouldn't have been watching the lacrosse game if it weren't for the fact that one of its chief players was both his ride home and his best friend. Virgil looked away from the sky and back to the players, spotting Roman by his number. The honey blonde was twisting around his lacrosse stick, eyes focused only on the opponent. Roman got always got like this, it didn't matter if it was a lacrosse game, an audition or a friendly debate with Logan, another one of their friends; Roman’s mind was set on 'win' and it was a one-track mind on that setting.

The ref blew his whistle, and the game started back up. Virgil didn't exactly understand how the game worked, but he still sat in the stands, cheering when someone in blue and gold made a goal. No matter how hard he tried, however, he couldn't focus on any player that wasn't  Roman for more than ten seconds. It didn't help his cause that Romans ass look particularly good in the lacrosse uniform-

Just as the thought caused Virgil's cheeks to tint pink, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He pulled out his phone and noticed the caller ID- 🌸DAD🌸

It wasn't Virgil's actual father- rather, it the last member of their quartet, Patton. Virgil has been waiting for this call. He stood, his jacket falling off as he walked down the bleachers, apologizing to anyone he knocked into. After getting a decent way away from the game (so he could hear over the shouting and the clashing of sticks), he accepted the call.

He blinked as a pixelated image of Patton's face filled the screen. The brunet smiled at him, "Hey kiddo! How's the game going?"

Virgil snorted, "Bold if you to assume I understand how sports work. I think they're doing well though-  Ro hasn't thrown a fit yet. But that's not important- how did your interview go?"

Patton twisted a loose piece of his hair with his free hand. "I'm honestly not sure. Mr. Sanders was smiling the whole time and he seemed to like my answers, and I kept the right time during  the conducting section-"

"Patton, I heard the whole interview from the library. You did stupendously." Patton flushed and turned the camera a bit to show Logan, whose eyes were on the road and his hands were on the steering wheel.

"Yeah, Pat, I bet you did great. If Thomas doesn't give you Drum Major, I'll be really pissed. Who else is going for it? Zia Macintosh? If she gets it I'll riot, because she's a huge bitch." Virgil commented

"Don't be mean." Patton scolded, but the smile on his face contradicted his words.

Virgil rolled his eyes. "What are you guys doing now?"

"I'm treating Patton to ice cream for successfully completing his interview," Logan said, fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

"I cone not believe how nice he is to me." Patton smiled, eyes soft and a bit unfocused. Virgil laughed as Logan groaned at the pun.

"Alright you two, I'm pretty sure Princey's game is over, so I gotta go. Who's doing rides tomorrow?"

"It's my day!" Patton grinned. "Meaning we're gonna leave early and get breakfast at Lottie's!"

Logan let out a groan. "We always arrive at school late when we go to Lottie's!"

"Then we'll get take-out." Patton decided.

"That will suffice. Virgil, make sure you tell Roman to be ready on time."

"I'll make sure the beauty queen is ready," Virgil promised. "See you guys tomorrow."

Virgil hung up, and walked back to the bleachers, looking for his jacket. When it wasn't there, Virgil freaked out a bit. He was just about to climb under the bleachers when he felt the cold material draped around his shoulders. Virgil spun on his heels and almost fell onto Roman.

The blond threw his hands up in mock surrender. "Hey, hey Virge, just me!"

Virgil huffed, blowing a lock of dark hair out of his eyes. "You gave me a heart attack. Why did you take my jacket?"

"I saw that you left it up in the bleachers and grabbed it for you. Ready to go?"

"Do you have your keys?"

Roman rummaged through his letterman (which he wore all the time; Virgil only wore his own every once and a while) and pulled out his keys, which rattled against the various keychains attached. "Mmhm!"

"Then let's go Princey- I want Starbucks." Virgil speed-walked towards Roman's Jeep, ignoring the other boy's protests.

Roman caught up to him as Virgil reached the black car. "Why am I taking you to Starbucks?"

"Because I have a sociology report I have to finish and you have to finish your creative writing assignment and neither of us can function without coffee."

"I hate that you're right," Roman grumbled, before opening the passenger door for Virgil and walking around to get into the driver's side. Virgil considering banging his head on the car- Roman should not be allowed to do chivalrous and kinda cute things like opening doors and buying him coffee.

Instead, Virgil slipped into the car, breathing in the familiar scent of the sea-scented air freshener. Roman started the car and leaned back against the seat. "Hey emo nightmare, can you see if you can find my chapstick?"

Virgil rolled his eyes at the nickname but rummaged through the glove compartment until he found the vanilla chapstick that Roman was obsessed with. He passed the lacrosse player the chapstick and tried not to stare as Roman applied it. When he was done, Roman dropped it into his lap and began to pull out of the school's parking lot. "You're lucky it's on the way home."

"You'd do it even if it was on the opposite side of town." Virgil couldn't hear Romans's response, so he plugged his phone into the radio jack, settling on Pray for the Wicked. When 'Roaring Twenties' started to blast through the speakers, Roman let out a laugh and began to sing along.

By the time they pulled into the Starbucks drive-through, Virgil was wheezing as Roman started singing at an impossible octave. He was still snorting as Roman started to order.

"One iced caramel latte and one iced white chocolate mocha, both venti," Roman ordered as Virgil attempted to contain himself.

Virgil grabbed his drink as soon as Roman brought it into the car. "The white chocolate messes with your whole emo aesthetic."

"Fuck you, white chocolate is amazing." Virgil took a sip of drink to prove his point.

Roman laughed again, taking a sip of his drink before driving along. "Did you get a call from Patton and Logan?"

"Yup, Logan was taking Pat out for ice cream after what he said was a successful interview."

"When are they going to get together?" Roman complained.

"I know! They've been pining since sophomore year!" Virgil was being a  hypocrite, but that was irrelevant.

"It's crazy that we're going to be seniors." Roman sighed dreamily. "But senior year is gonna be a blast! I'm going to be a head section leader, you'll be equipment manager, Logan will be running the library, and Pat will be Drum Major."

"We won't know until the concert when Thomas announces leadership positions. If it happens, we'll have basically taken over the band," Virgil noted with a grin.

"It's because Thomas loves us. And we're crazy good players."

"Take the ego down a few notches, Ro."

"Roman laughed, then stopped the car in front of Virgil's house. "It looks like your moms not home." He commented.

Virgil looked; his mom's Toyota wasn't in the driveway. "She probably got called in." Virgil unbuckled, then remembered what he was supposed to tell Roman." Be ready early tomorrow; Pat's doing rides and we're stopping to pick up breakfast at Lottie's."

"Sounds great. See ya tomorrow Virge."

"See ya tomorrow, Ro." Virgil stepped outside, shut the car door, and walked up to his house, fumbling for his keys. After he opened the door, he turned and waved as Roman drove off. He closed the door behind him and noticed the note hanging from the corkboard his mom had hung in the entryway years ago.

Vee- Hope you had a good day at school, and at Romans game! I got called into the hospital, I swear they crumble without me there. I was able to make dinner before I got called, you should just have to heat it up. Text me when you get home, and don't stay up till three in the morning! <3 Mom

Virgil smiled. His mom was an emergency physician, and her irregular hours often left nights like this. It made him treasure the days she had off more. He hung up his jacket on one of the hooks, sipping his drink.

As Virgil headed for the kitchen, his eyes flared to the photograph on the wall- his mother standing with a smile, holding himself as an infant. Hugging her was a stranger in a military uniform that Virgil knew was his father.

Virgil found the food his mom had made and threw it into the microwave to heat it. While it warmed, Virgil perched on the counter, opening the various messages on his phone. Most were just streaks, so he flipped through them without paying attention until he opened the streaks from Roman.

The picture was of Virgil. He has his eyes closed and his face was frozen in laughter. It looked like Roman had snuck the picture of him while they were in the Starbucks drive-through. Roman, ever the artist, had added purple swirls around the edges.

Virgil  let out a laugh, "Dork."

After eating his dinner, texting his mom. and scrolling through Tumblr, he went upstairs and sat at his laptop. As it booted up- which usually took forever, the little shit, Virgil noticed an old poem laying on his desk. His mom must have been cleaning and found it. When he had written this? Eighth grade?

The poem was dark; it described feeling out, being on the outside looking in. Virgil has to admit, his old works were pretty cringe-worthy. But then again, eighth grade had not been fun.

Who would have thought a three-day band festival could be the catalyst that would change the lonely, sad boy who didn't know what was wrong with him to a boy who knew how to cope with his anxiety and was happily surrounded by friends?

Virgil pushed the poem off his desk, watching it fall to the floor slowly. "Don't worry." He found himself mumbling. "It gets better."

With that, Virgil opened his report and began to finish up it, a new poem idea swirling in the back of his mind, along with his improv solo playing as background music.

[avlerie]

Hey guys! So I opened up a Ko-fi ^^ 

If you’d like to support me, it would be greatly appreciated -- but I love you guys either way <3

Also!! @alifeasvivid wrote up the cutest quick fic based off of my illustration here and they gave me permission to post them together! Thank you again, Sonder, I love it and all the support you offer me -- you’re simply amazing

Twenty-two year old Alfred F. Jones is definitely the most popular guy at the office where he works. He does I.T., social media, and design work for a growing literary magazine, which is mostly published online. They do, however, put out an issue in print once a year and Alfred does the typesetting and most of the artwork for that as well.

It had started out as just a freelance job he'd picked up on Fiver. The editor-in-chief and co-founder of the magazine, twenty-six year old Arthur Kirkland, had requested Alfred's help. Apparently, Arthur's founding partner had skipped out on him and had taken all of the technological know-how between the two of them with her right as the magazine was about to launch. Alfred had done as much as he could with Arthur's budget... and then quite a bit more at no charge because he felt sorry for Arthur and the situation his partner had left him with.

At least, that's what he told Arthur.

But the truth is that Alfred had become very smitten with Arthur almost instantly after meeting him. They had met at a cafe once and Arthur had been frazzled, but determined. He had been direct about asking for Alfred's help, but gracious in receiving it. He was adorable and cranky and witty and sarcastic and smart and ridiculously hot in a way of which he is still clearly unaware.

So now Alfred has a full-time job, which he supposes is good. Arthur can't really provide benefits yet and freelancing usually provided more income, but Alfred is so in love with Arthur at this point that it hardly matters. In fact, Alfred is Arthur's only full-time employee. The rest of the editing staff are all part-time or freelance. The best thing about that is there are always a couple days a week where Alfred is alone in the office with Arthur, but when any of the others are there, Alfred is definitely the most popular guy in the office.

The reason for Alfred's popularity is simple. He has everyone's schedules memorized and he knows all of their Starbucks orders by heart--including Arthur's. Especially Arthur's. He only has everyone else's memorized because of Arthur. The problem is that if he only brings Arthur his tea every morning, everyone will think he’s a kiss-up, or worse, it could entirely give away the fact that he is head over heels for Arthur.

Not that it isn't totally obvious already.

Today is the day that everyone is in the office. It's the day before a publication, so the entire team is all hands on deck. This means that Alfred comes in a little bit later than normal, his left arm precariously balancing two drink carriers, his backpack slung over his right shoulder while his right hand holds yet another drink carrier. His car keys are caught between his teeth by the plastic Tardis keychain.

Everyone smiles and thanks Alfred as he passes out the drinks, knowing which ones belong to whom without even having names on them at this point. He nods, smiles back, and lets them work. His part won't begin until theirs is done.

He sets Kiku's green tea Frappuccino on the corner of his desk, grinning even though Kiku barely glances up at him.

"Thank you," he says sincerely and Alfred almost walks away, but Kiku continues, "It is nice of you that all of us benefit from your desire to do something... attentive for Mr. Arthur," he remarks placidly without glancing up from his laptop screen.

Alfred's smile falters slightly, "Uh... what?"

Kiku smiles without moving a single muscle. "Forgive me, Mr. Alfred, I have much work still to do and it seems you have one more cup to distribute."

Alfred looks down at the grande hot tea in his hand, splashed with just the right amount of milk and topped with just a dash of cinnamon. "Oh, right. Okay." He tosses the now-empty drink carriers in the trash and walks over to Arthur's desk. "Hey," he tries to say mildly as he holds out Arthur's tea.

"Oh Alfred, thank you," Arthur takes the tea from him and takes a substantial sip from it. "You're a lifesaver." He then looks around at the rest of his staff, drinks perched on the corners of their desks or being downed quickly as they work. "You do this too much, you know. You can't possibly afford it based on the salary I pay you."

Alfred grins lopsidedly, "Nah, it's okay. Usually it’s just yours and mine anyway.”

Arthur sets the tea down and leans forward, scanning Alfred intently. "Well, I... I would like to pay you back." His cheeks turn pink and his eyes flit away briefly.

"It's really no problem. I still do a little freelancing on the side, so it's fine."

Arthur huffs in that cute way he sometimes does when he's flustered and it always makes Alfred feel a little giddy and dumbstruck. "Even so, I... I think that I should... that you and I should go..." he chews on his lip for a moment. "I would like to take you out for coffee some time. My treat."

"You want to buy me coffee?"

Arthur crosses his arms and looks away. He takes a deep breath and stares Alfred down, pinker than ever. "I want to take you out for coffee and somehow convince you to go on several more dates with me and then by some miracle become your boyfriend and then one day defy all the odds in the Universe by marrying you," he says on one jumbled exhale. "But... coffee will suffice for now."

[deathtouch]

💛 femfeb day 8 | my femfeb masterpost 🧡 xposted → ao3 | dw | pf.io 💖 Brigitte/Widowmaker | 2k | Explicit 🧡 AU, Established Relationship, Kitten Play, Animal Play, Oral sex 💛 Brigitte's apartment doesn't allow pets, but she still has a kitty waiting for her at home...

Carefully balancing the paper bag of groceries on her hip with one hand, Brigitte used her other hand to fish in her pocket for her keys. She pulled them out and sifted through them; the mailbox key, the storage cage key, her cat keychain with its enamel charm of two kittens hugging, and her apartment key. As she approached her door, she noticed a small package sitting on her doormat. Brigitte ordered almost everything, besides food, online. She was used to things showing up at her door pretty much every day after work. She tried to remember all the things she had ordered recently… a new fine tipped soldering iron to replace her old one, a pair of fuzzy socks that were too cute to deny, a toy for her cat, and a few sweatshirts that had been on sale. She bent down, still balancing her groceries, and picked up the box. It wasn’t very big. Not big enough to be the soldering iron or clothes. The socks maybe, or… ah! The new cat toy! Somehow, Brigitte managed to unlock the apartment door with her hands full. “Hellooo,” She called out to her cat who was somewhere around here. “Pretty kitty, I’m home.” She took the groceries to the kitchen and set them down on the counter. There was nothing that needed to be refrigerated so she left them there and wandered deeper into her apartment, not that her place was very big. The main living room, a small kitchenette, her bedroom and a small bathroom. That was it. She had a pretty decent job as a mechanic for construction vehicles like cranes, excavators, and bulldozers. She made good money and all, but she was still paying off her college loans. Since she didn’t exactly have a roommate to split the bills with, her apartment was somewhat humble. Her bedroom door was ajar, and Brigitte pushed it further open as she stepped inside. She set her keys on the corner of her dresser, the same place she always put them, and spotted her cat curled up in bed. Her heart beat a little faster in her chest seeing how cute she was cuddling the comforter. She was very tempted to get out her phone and take pictures. Instead she went to climb into bed and stroke her kitty’s soft hair. “Did you miss me, Amélie?” Brigitte asked, if only to quickly add, “Because I missed youuu.” Amélie squirmed and made a face as Brigitte leaned in to pepper her nose and cheeks with kisses. She might seem standoffish to someone else, but Brigitte knew by now that she loved the attention. She liked being Brigitte’s pretty kitty. Okay, so, Amélie wasn’t really a cat. Despite the fuzzy black ears clipped into her hair and the bushy black tail she wore, she was very much a human. Brigitte’s apartment building had a pretty strict policy regarding pets. Absolutely none were allowed. Not even ones that could be contained in terrariums like hamsters or turtles. Brigitte, being the determined girl that she was, wanted a cat anyway. So, she went online, and she looked, and she met this gorgeous woman who was way too good for her. Stunningly beautiful, the body of a dancer, long dark hair and bright golden eyes. She liked to pretend to be a cat sometimes, that was no big deal. People were in to that kind of thing. Brigitte was into that kind of thing. It wasn’t just about the sex, either, though they did have some interesting sex. There were times when Amélie did this for other reasons. Times when being a human was too hard and she just wanted to stop for a while. Times when she wanted someone to take care of her, to not expect anything from her, to love her and kiss her and call her cute and that was that. Brigitte was more than happy to oblige. She hadn’t realized she was getting herself a kitty who could sometimes be haughty, but she didn’t mind. She loved Amélie just the same no matter if she was feeling sweet and cuddly or not. “Hey look at this! A toy came in the mail for you,” Brigitte said, brandishing the box for Amélie to see. She began unpacking  it, tearing through the tape like it was nothing. She set aside the plastic packing pillows filled with air and took out the second box inside. The box was tall, purple in color, with a picture of the toy on the front. She liked getting Amélie black toys to match her ears and tail but this one only came in pink or purple. Purple was second best. “A rechargeable, extra powerful, 10 function, waterproof wand vibrator,” Brigitte read aloud. She gave the box a little shake but whatever was inside was packaged neat enough not to rattle. “What do you think, want to play with it?” Amélie raised a disinterested eyebrow. She reached out, took the box from Brigitte’s hands, and tossed it aside. It bounced off the bedspread and landed right on the floor. She didn’t like to talk when she had her ears on and tail in, so she used actions rather than words, and these actions spoke very loudly. “Hey! Naughty kitty! Don’t throw things,” Brigitte scolded her. Despite the bad behavior, she reached out to wrap a muscled arm around Amélie’s shoulders and pull her in closer for cuddles. “What’s gotten into you, huh?” She let herself be cuddled for a moment but then Amélie reached out for the waistband of Brigitte’s work pants, tugging at the button until it came undone. Ah, so that’s what this was about. Brigitte should have known. “Are you hungry, is that it?” She asked, already moving to do the work of sliding her pants off. “Want something to eat?” Brigitte got grumpy when she was hungry too, so she could definitely relate. She’d never known a cat not to beg for food when it was just about feeding time. Usually when she came home from work, she did let Amélie eat her out. It wasn’t a strict routine or anything. Sometimes they got side tracked by other stuff. Apparently, it was routine enough that this was what she wanted right here, right now, and no toys would suffice. When Amélie nodded her head, the twin bells strung through the black ribbon around her neck chimed softly. She sat back like a good little kitty and waited. Though the tail between her legs pooled lifelessly on the bed spread, Brigitte knew that if Amélie could move it, it would be twitching with anticipation. Brigitte smiled and pushed her pants down to her ankles and kicked them off, out of the way, on to the floor. She slid her panties off next, not bothering with her shirt or socks because she knew Amélie wouldn’t be patient enough for any more disrobing. When she was sufficiently naked from the waist down, she moved to relax back against the headboard among the soft pillows there. “Okay, pretty kitty, it’s all yours. Come and get it.” Brigitte had her knees bent, feet planted flat on the sheets, and her legs spread wide. It was an open invitation to Amélie who crawled on all four between those spread legs and settled in. She got comfortable, laid down on her stomach, and buried her face in Brigitte’s warm, wet pussy. Brigitte closed her eyes and leaned back. She knew from experience that they might be at this awhile. Amélie liked to take her time. She was in no hurry to make anyone come, she just wanted to enjoy the taste and simple pleasure of lapping and licking like the little kitty she was. She used more than just her lips and tongue, she put her whole head into it, nodding up and down as she lapped at Brigitte’s sensitive flesh. She was unabashed, didn’t care if her face got messy, and she made happy little noises as she licked. Brigitte relaxed into it. The occasional flick of Amélie’s tongue over her clit sent a jolt of pleasure through her that made her muscles twitch and jump involuntarily but she mostly stayed still and let Amélie have her fun. She whispered soft sweet nothings under her breath. She told Amélie that she was a good girl, or a nice kitty; encouraged her and spurred her on. She knew how much her cat liked to be praised, saw the way she preened under the attention and appreciation. Brigitte never withheld any from her, always lavishing Amélie with words of love and encouragement. She was starting to feel good and excited, wet with her own juices and Amélie’s saliva. A hot pulse of pleasure was thrumming through her, building slowly but surely. Brigitte reached down to thread her fingers through her kitty’s soft hair. Amélie usually wore it up in a tight ponytail, not so different from how Brigitte wore her own brown hair. However, with her ears and tail came the soft tousle of hair loose down her back. “Can you be a good girl and make your owner come?” Brigitte asked, finding herself a little breathless as she spoke. Amélie didn’t always take direction. Cats were fickle creatures, after all. You couldn’t train them like dogs. Today it seemed she was going to be a good kitty and she focused her attention on Brigitte’s clit. She licked it, circled it with her tongue, teased it again and again. Her eyes were blissfully closed as she worked. She loved doing this. Brigitte loved doing this too. Brigitte could feel her own muscles flexing involuntarily; tensing in anticipation. She tightened her grip on Amélie’s hair but made sure she wasn’t pulling in a way that would hurt. The hot pulse of pleasure thrumming through her burned even hotter, undulating with the beat of her heart, consuming her with how goddamn good it felt. She lost track of what she was saying entirely, but kept on speaking, muttering things like ‘yes’ and 'good’ and 'just like that’. Quiet moans punctuated her words. She was breathing heavy, gasping for clean air while her body burned hot. Her voice went high, and soft, and frantic. Amélie’s tongue brought her right to the edge and then pushed her over it. Her orgasm blossomed between her legs, a hot surge of delicious satisfaction. She stilled entirely, breath caught in her chest, words stuck in her throat. It washed over her, through her, made every inch of her feel good. Amélie kept on licking her until she was through, past the quiet aftershocks of pleasure, and into the realm of oversensitive sweetness. Brigitte’s muscles all relaxed at once and she sank back against the pillows with a low sigh. “Okay, kitty,” She breathed. “That’s good.” Although it didn’t seem like she really wanted to pull away, Amélie did as she was told. She moved back and then sat up. She used her fingers to wipe away any wetness from around her mouth and down her chin, and then she licked her fingers clean. Brigitte groaned with pleasure, another hot rush of delight sent right between her legs. She had to close her eyes for a moment and collect herself. She was still catching her breath after all. When she opened them again, Amélie was sitting there waiting for her, expecting attention. “You want to play with your new toy?” Brigitte asked, more than ready to return the favor. She stretched out her legs in front of her, laying in a more comfortable position. Amélie looked thoughtful for a moment, but then went to curl up on the bed by Brigitte’s side. She laid her head in her lap, nuzzling into her thigh. Aw. She just wanted to be pet, that was all. Brigitte stroked her fingers through Amélie’s soft hair. They could play later.

i’m taking femslash february suggestions year round send requests or prompts ➝ here follow me on twitter ➝ here thanks for reading ✩°｡⋆