#walking cat astrophe

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Cat-astrophe - Min Yoongi / Suga

Summary: Your pet cat keeps going to your neighbor’s apartment and it’s a problem. 

Genre/tags: Fluff-ish, strangers to ???, minor mention of anxiety.

Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader

a/n: cus we're all soft for long haired Yoongi, right? hehe

It had been officially a month since you had moved to a new apartment place. You loved the new place honestly. It was cozy and the neighborhood looked nice. There were many convenience store nearby and the street was always still busy until late at night, making you feel a little bit of secure when coming home late.

While the place was nice it had one tiny downside. It was rather on the far side from your workplace. It took you an hour of bus ride just to get home from the office, so some days could be more tiring than others. And today was one of those tiring days. 

It was around nine at night on a Monday. Having to work overtime for the deadline and missed the bus, really dreaded you out. You were both tired and hungry, arriving home only to find that your pet cat was missing. It really just was not your day.

To say you were panicking would be a bit of an understatement. Cookie was barely a four month-old cat and had a very tiny body. All the negative possibilities start filling your head and you were horrified by all of them. Not to mention how it was basically forbidden to bring pets in the apartment complex. It was one of the policies but you couldn't help it since Cookie was a rescue.

When you arrived at your apartment lobby with a cat snack on your hand, there wasn’t that many people there. You walked past a guy by the front desk, who had medium-length black locks and fair skin, with headphones dangling on his neck. You began to call your pet’s name as soon as you were outside the lobby, but suddenly you felt a light tap on your shoulder. 

“Are you looking for a small black Bombay cat?” It was the same guy who just walked past you.

“Oh my god, I am! Have you seen him???” You said, your voice was a little bit shaky. 

“He’s in my place, I’m on the seventh.” 

“Oh, me too!”

“I know.”

“Oh.” You said, surprised at how stoic he sounded saying that, but didn’t further question him on it. “I’m so sorry for bothering you, can I go get him now?”

“Sure, I was just gonna go up as well.”

When you both entered the elevator, you made a mental note to ask his name or at least introduce yourself. He was a neighbor after all. It was pretty silent inside the lift and you just hoped he didn’t hear your stomach rumbling ever so slightly. You took a deep breath, bearing the hunger for a little while. 

When the elevator door opened you followed him from behind as he led you to his door. When he stopped at his front door, your eyes were widened in shock. 

“You live next to me?!” 

“Yeah.” He said casually and unlocked the door. "I've seen you multiple times."

You chose to not further question and followed him but stopped when you had only took two steps in, because technically, the homeowner had not really officially permit you to come in. The guy seemed to notice how you just stood awkwardly and looked back. 

“You can sit down for a sec, I’ll go get him.” 

“Oh, right… yeah. Thank you.” You said awkwardly and walked to sit on his couch. 

A few seconds later the man came back with your cat in his embrace. Cookie was clinging on his tshirt before he tugged him and gave him onto your lap. 

“Cookie!” You called, almost teary. 

“I think he jumped from your balcony to mine. Make sure to close your balcony door next time.”

“Thank you so much, I owe you… uh…”

“Yoongi.” 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” You repeated and introduced yourself in return. “I’m Y/N, and if you ever need anything please let me now.” You said as you stood up, already making your way out. 

“Also, thank you for not reporting it…”

“No problem.” Was all the guy said and by this point you figured he was not much of a talker. 

You bid your goodbye to your neighbor, which only gained a small nod before he closed the door on you. You walked to your door and let Cookie down as soon as you got inside. Sighing deeply, you began to feel your stomach rumble again, this time it rumbled quite loudly. Your feet were aching from standing on the bus and now your body finally got on how tired you were. 

Cookie meowed and immediately went to his cat bed and laid down. You sighed and smiled at the small creature. 

“You little rascal… you’re lucky I love you.” 

You then went to your kitchen to cook yourself some instant ramen. 

The next day you went to work and had to take another overtime. Unfortunately you had to for the rest of the week until your current project was done. It was exhausting but you had to make it and mostly thinking about the bonus pay from it helped quite a bit. You spent the next few days the same, repeating the schedules, and the tiring work. 

It was almost ten at night that you arrived home and found out Cookie had gone missing again. For some reason your first instinct was to knock on your next door, in hope the neighbor who once helped you, could lend you a hand again, and hoping maybe Cookie just ran to his place again instead of being gone somewhere where it wasn't safe for him.

You knocked on the door and didn’t get immediate answer. You waited for what felt like five minutes, before the door opened and you were greeted with the sight of your neighbor with wet hair. He had a small white towel around his neck and the hoop earring that you saw him with before was absent. His skin looked glowing, you probably needed to ask about his skin care routine later.

“So sorry to interrupt you, I was wondering if Cookie might have gone to your place again?” 

“He’s right there on the couch.” He casually pointed. His expression was straight and had you wondering if he did not mind it, bothered, or simply didn’t care. 

You slowly walked to approach your cat and bent down to its level. “Cookie, you need to stop this…” You tapped the cat's nose, as if scolding the poor cat would do anything. 

“He jumped to my balcony again, did you forget to close the door?” 

“But I made sure to close it this morning…” You looked at your neighbor, who walked closer to inspect the cat. 

“I think he knows how to turn door knobs, since he’s quite a jumper. You need to lock the door.” 

“I can’t believe this little demon…” You sighed, fingers still stroking the purring cat. 

“He’s… alright.” 

You were slightly taken aback by the response and looked up to him, but much to your disappointment, his expression still looked the same. You were about to get up and excuse yourself, but you notice a small steel bowl under his dining table, half full with what you assumed to be cat milk (I mean, it would be weird if it was his, duh!). 

“You also have a cat?”

His eyes followed yours. “Oh, that. I got it the first time Cookie came here, I figured he must be thirsty since he came in around noon time.” 

“That’s… that’s very nice of you.” You looked at him and smiled. Somehow him addressing your cat by his name sounded lovely. 

“You can have the rest of the milk if you want, since you’ve figured out how he escaped and all…” 

“It’s okay, you can keep it! Just in case he ran into you again…” You chuckled but then stopped after realizing how that just sounded like you did not mind troubling him with your cat continuously. “I mean… I’m sorry, I’ll make sure he’ll never escape again.” 

“It’s alright, I’ll keep the milk for now.” He paused for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just in case.”

You looked at your neighbor and couldn’t help but to feel all warm inside. He seemed like a nice person and from the looks of it he also liked your cat. 

“Thank you so much, Yoongi. I’ll be taking this little guy here then...” You smiled at him and stood up with Cookie in your arms. 

“I got some dim sum…” 

You looked at the guy questioningly. 

“Do you maybe want some?” 

“That’d be too much, it’s okay, you go ahead and eat.” You politely declined. Although you were hungry, you could bring yourself to bother your neighbor any more than what you had done. 

“Have you eaten?” 

“Y-yeah?” You asked, afraid you heard it wrong. 

“Have you eaten?” He repeated. “If not, then I insist you take some.”

“I…” You wanted to lie, but at this point it would come off as rude if you refuse him again. “I actually haven’t. Thank you very much though, I feel so bad that you’re being this nice to me.”

“You can just eat them here.” 

“I don’t wanna disturb—“ You were awkwardly cut by the sound of your stomach rumbling. 

“You’re not disturbing me.” He cleared his throat and looked away. 

That was embarrassing. 

And that was how you ended up sitting down on your neighbor’s dining table, eating dim sums. 

In silence. 

This Yoongi guy really did not like conversation it seemed. He was sitting down on his couch and had turned the TV on. The volume was on but not quite loudly, and Cookie was on his lap, sleeping as he occasionally stroked the cat’s head softly. Funny that somehow you could see some resemblance of Yoongi with your cat.

“So… how long have you lived here?” You bit your bottom lip as you waited for his answer. You kind of regretted asking as soon as the words came out from your mouth, afraid it would be awkward. 

“Around ten months or so.” He paused. “No, I think it’s been almost a year cause I spent two months overseas.”

“Really? What were you doing overseas?” You regretted asking again. Looking at how quiet Yoongi was, you didn’t want to ask too much or indulge into too much conversation, afraid it would be too much for him. 

But much to your surprise, he answered. “I’m a producer. I was working for this artist and all the work had to be done in America.” 

“Wow, that sounds amazing!” You said. At this point you no longer were sitting facing the table, but to him. “Who was the artist?”

“Uh… Halsey.” He replied while looking at the TV screen, seemingly to avoid your stare.

“Oh my god???” You gasped. “That’s incredible! So you’re like crazy talented?!”

“I’m alright…” 

“You should show me some of your work someday!” You said enthusiastically. When Yoongi did not reply to it and stayed silent, you cursed yourself internally. “I mean compared to what I do that’s like really amazing.” You chuckled nervously. 

“I’m sure you’re great at what you do.” He looked at you, a small smile was on his lips. 

You realized it was the first time you saw him smile and it made your heart raced rather faster than usual. It was the first time you saw him with facial expression other than his usual poker face. 

“I’m just a normal product designer at a very normal company.” You shrugged. 

“Don’t downplay yourself like that. You work very hard.” 

“Thanks…” You replied shyly. 

After finishing your food, you got up and went to wash the dishes, which immediately got stopped by the homeowner. He politely told you to go back home and rest. Which again, you could not thank him more for. 

You took your pet in your arms and said your goodbyes to your neighbor. Right when you arrived back in your place you came to realize something. Yoongi did not eat with you and there was only one portion of the food. While it could just meant he had already eaten beforehand, you felt giddy, thinking about another possibility. Was this a crush you sense forming? Frankly speaking, you could not care less. You were welcoming the possibility with open arms.

— 

Friday finally came and you were ready to take it in. The days of working with your company project was going to an end, which meant you no longer need to work overtime after this. The thought of it put you in a very good mood. 

This time right after arriving home, you walked to a nearby chicken restaurant and grab some not only for you, but also for your neighbor. You wanted to repay his kindness the past few days. After changing into some comfortable clothes, not to mention the multiple times you had to re-check the outfit in the mirror for some reason, you took your cat in your left hand and the food in the other. You knocked on your neighbor’s door hoping he was home. 

And he was. You were greeted with his silence but he opened the door wider as soon as he saw your face without question. One thing that caught your eyes though was how he was dressed up like he was ready for a night out. He wasn’t in his usual sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, but instead in a ripped wide legged jeans and a light blue shirt, unbuttoned, with a plain white tee underneath. He looked handsome. And here you were, in your so-called comfy outfit that you were starting to regret.

“Before you ask, no, Cookie’s right here.” You smiled awkwardly as you raised the small cat in your hand for him to see. “I’m just here to drop by some chicken I got for you… as a thanks for your help these past few days.” You handed the plastic of food to him. “Alright, that’s all…”

He took the food from you hesitantly. “You don’t wanna come in?” 

“Aren’t you going out or something?”

“I was… but you are here.” He said, sounding unsure. 

“That’s ridiculous, why would I stop you from going out?”

“I was gonna go to your place…” 

Your mouth formed a small O shape, unable to form a word. He was going to your place? But what for??? The butterflies in your stomach were having a blast. 

“But you’re all dressed up…”

“I was gonna change back.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair, which made you gulped at the sight. “I knew this was a bad idea I shouldn't have listened to Hoseok—”

You stopped his rambling. “What do you mean?”

“I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go eat together at that one Chicken restaurant nearby…”

“Oh.” You widened your eyes.

“Yeah.” He looked at you, biting his cheek in annoyance. 

“This is awkward.” You chuckled. 

“Whatever, just… just come in first.”

You saw Yoongi putting the plastic of food on his table. You offered help after putting down your cat on his couch and walked to his direction. Both of you plated the food in comfortable silence, it felt oddly domestic and you liked it. At this point you were used to him being not talkative and see it as his charm. 

After you took the plates to the living room, Yoongi suddenly came back with cans of beers and soju in his hands. 

“We’re drinking?” You said with an amused grin. 

“You can drink, right?” 

“Sure, but can you?” You playfully eyed him. 

“Don’t challenge me.” 

You could see how he was trying to hide his smile, and it brought colors to your cheeks. 

—

You did not know how you got in this situation. Five episodes in randomly rewatching Avatar The Last Airbender and you both were drunk. You were resting your head on his shoulder as you watch the screen. It seemed like the booze gave you confidence, or made you shameless, or both, but the guy didn’t complain so it could be a sign of a good thing. While you could see Yoongi holding his alcohol better than you, he was not completely sober either. 

It was at this very moment where you saw things through a pink tinted lense. Had Yoongi’s hair always looked that soft? Had he always looked this handsome? You began to question things you should not be questioning.

“Why didn’t you change your clothes?” You randomly asked. 

“Do I look bad?” He replied, eyes still on the screen, hands stroking the sleeping cat on his lap. 

"Of course not, I just feel severely underdressed now..." You chuckled.

He eyed you from top to bottom, which made you nervous, but he shrugged, seemingly to not have any problem with your clothes.

“You look… handsome.”

“You think I look handsome?” He suddenly moved to face you, making you move to look at him as well. The tone of his voice sounded like he was teasing more than asking a question.

You nodded and bit your lips. “And you kinda look like Cookie.” You giggled. 

He raised one of his eyebrows, clearly not satisfied with your answer. 

“Your eyes…” You began to ramble. “They look just like Cookie’s, and when you look annoyed, or just your plain expression… you look like a cute cat.” 

“Really…” Yoongi hummed. 

“Yup!” You giggled like an idiot. 

You failed to notice how at this point, Yoongi has put Cookie down from his lap to the floor. His face only inches away from you as you kept rambling. 

“Your hair look so soft… like a cat’s fur.” You reached your hands closer to his hair, but stopped mid-way, scared he’d get uncomfortable. 

Yoongi surprised you again by grabbing both of your wrist and putting your hands on his hair, letting you stroke his head slowly. You saw his expression softened and as you kept playing with his hair, he closed his eyes. You swore you heard him purr. 

“Pretty.” You said with a drunk smile. 

“Hmm. Pretty.” He mirrored. 

“Okay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.” You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense. 

Yoongi chuckled. “You’re crazy.” He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. “I like it.” 

—

To be frank, you could not recall what happened after. You recalled some bits of karakoe-ing? Singing random PSY songs in your broken Korean using a bottle of whiskey as your mic. That was probably all? You couldn’t think while the throbbing headache was present in the room with you.

So why were you now in a bed that was not yours, wearing a t-shirt that was too big for you and was clearly not yours, also for heaven’s sake, WHY IS YOONGI SLEEPING NEXT TO ME??? 

You froze. Did you??? There was no way. Sure you found him attractive and all, and you definitely had this huge crush on him, but you couldn’t just sleep with a guy you barely knew. Besides your headache, your body didn’t feel any pain, so that was probably a good sign. What if he was just that gentle? Okay, you need to stop thinking at once before you started a whole fiction about you and Yoongi in your head.

When you turned your back, you felt the other side of the bed shifted as well. 

“You’re up?” He asked with a raspy voice. 

“Yeah.” You said, still back-facing him. “We didn’t… you know…”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Oh, okay good.”

Yoongi did not answered to that, but instead you felt him scooting closer. 

“I’m sorry, this isn’t probably how you’d wanna spend your weekend.” You chuckled. 

Your breath hitched when you felt a hand over your waist. “Is this okay?” He suddenly stopped when your body tensed at his touch. 

You nodded, heart beating too loudly for you to form any sentence. 

“This is nice.” He said, resting his forehead on your back. 

When you stayed silent, he took your hand and turned you over to face him. Heat immediately took over your body as soon as your eyes meet. You noticed he was back in his usual home attire, oversized tee and sweatpants. His hair was messy, but it seemed like universe had its favorite cause he still looked good. 

“You know, I haven’t had good sleep in… weeks.”

You were surprised by his sudden confession.

“It’s half past eleven now, and it’s not even ten minutes after I woke up…” He tittered. “My anxiety has been getting worse the past month and out of nowhere a black cat suddenly jumped to my balcony, meowing non-stop while I was working.”

You looked at him, letting him finish his talk. This was the most words you had ever heard coming out of Yoongi’s mouth and it made your heart flutter. 

“I haven’t been caring. I’ve stopped caring, for a while now. Seeing you care so much for such a small creature… I don’t know, it feels good. It makes me wanna care.”

“Yoongi…” You cooed, caressing his cheek. "It's not true, all you have been since I first met you until this moment, was caring."

"I'm sorry if it feels like it came out of nowhere but I feel at home with you and I don’t know why...” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yet, at least.”

“I… like this too. A lot actually.” You said shyly. 

“I would like to get to know you more if you’d like.” He was being honest and exactly to the point, no flirty bullshit to spice his sentences.

“I’d love that...” 

Suddenly you heard a low meow from under the bed and Cookie jumped into the bed, joining you two. Apparently his bedroom door was left opened and none of you noticed how Cookie had entered. You giggled and he smiled as well, the widest smile and the most genuine you had ever seen from him, as he took the cat and cuddled both of you close.

"I think it's about time you give me your number..." You squinted at him playfully. "You know, so we don't repeat the whole chicken restaurant accident again?"

“Okay, but promise me first you won’t apologize again after kissing me.” He chuckled. 

“EXCUSE ME WHAT???”

— 

“Okay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.” You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense. 

Yoongi laughed. “You’re crazy.” He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. “I like it.” 

“I can be crazier if you open that whiskey.” You wiggled your eyebrows.

Yoongi just shook his head, smiling at your silliness. He stood up and went to grab his Hibiki anyway, which earned a shout of celebration from you. 

Things escalated quickly after opening the bottle. Somehow you were starting a drunk karaoke session which followed by many dance breaks. You ended up crying when a sad song randomly came up in the playlist and when Yoongi asked why, you replied. You replied with your lips on his.

In your head it just made sense. It was his lips’ fault for looking so juicy. Yeah, totally his fault for looking so hot that it was driving you insane.

None of you moved and it only lasted seconds before your mood turned sour again. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean…” You pushed him gently. “Oh my god, you’re so gonna hate me!!!”

“Hey, calm down…“ 

You started to panic, tears now forming in your eyes again. “Please don’t hate me, I just wanted to kiss you…” You cried. 

“Okay, I think that’s enough drinking—“

And you puked. 

Yes, Yoongi did see your lilac colored bra when he helped you change into his t-shirt. But that’s a secret between him and little Cookie. 

Thank you for reading! 💎

part 2 is here!

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COLLECTION/S: i. eternally enchanted │ii. summer daze ( 08/30/24 )

── please be guided by the following fluff ★ / angst ✪ / smut ✫

CHOI YEONJUN

through his lens ★ ᯓ wherein yeonjun sees a little bit of you through everything morning desire ✫ ᯓ what was supposed to be a nice sleep-in with yeonjun turns into something spicier

after school activities ✫ ᯓ late-night work sessions reveal hidden feelings between the president and vice president.

just the tip ✫ ᯓ yeonjun cant hold himself back & begs reader for "just the tip"

ditched and delirious ★ ᯓ deserted by your friends in the chilling haunted house, you bump into yeonjun, another soul stranded in the same spooky predicament.

CHOI SOOBIN

under open sky ★ ᯓ your idea of perfect is to enjoy a picnic out in the sun with soobin

kissed and missed ★ ᯓ a misplaced kiss and lost keys lead to a fluttering moment

moonlit walks ★ ᯓ you and soobin find yourselves bored on a quiet night, leading to a spontaneous walk that turns into an adventure

CHOI BEOMGYU

more than tipsy ✫ ᯓ beomgyu drinks more than he can handle + bonus scene

a cat-astrophic interview ★ ᯓ wherein beomgyu casually mentions he has a little one at home

the final argument ✫ ᯓ sparks fly (and mouths collide) as two rival debate captains finally give in to the undeniable tension simmering beneath the surface of their intellectual battles.

whispers of the unsleeping ★ ᯓ a series

KANG TAEHYUN

between the pages ✫ ᯓ wherein you & taehyun share a heated session

office hours ✫ ᯓ you and taehyun have always shared a professional relationship. but lately, the tension between you has been escalating, and it's only a matter of time before it boils over.

HUENING KAI

doodles & daydreams ★ ᯓ huening mindlessly doodles on your arm

blurred boundaries ✫ ᯓ huening needs ur help with his...!

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M!Reader : What a Cat-astrophe!-

Maki : Y/N.....

M!Reader : ....

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Kaleidoscope by @dyke3vader (Harry/Ron/Hermione, E, 39k) Dear Mooney and Padfoot,

It’s been months, and I’m sorry.

Harry discovers old letters written by his father, and uncles, while organizing Hogwarts' archives. Desperate for any type of connection to the dwindling memories of his parents, he embarks on a journey to become an Animagus with Ron and Hermione - Leaving his job, his emotions, and his fiancée by the wayside. Maybe if he digs around in the past for an answer, the universe would be kind enough to help him out… Unless said universe was sick and tired of Harry Potter looking backwards instead of forwards.

Wherever He Leads Me by @dodgerkedavra (Draco/Harry, E, 11.2k) Draco never knows when a certain someone’s stag Patronus will block his path as he’s trying to sneak out of a memorial or leap on his pelvis during yoga class.

He doesn’t even know if Harry Potter is sending frantic messages via stag on purpose.

But he does know that whenever the stag appears, he’ll follow it.

No matter where it leads.

🐾 FIC AND ART

Every Glade With You by @blackseatwenty (Luna/Theo, G, 2.8) Luna wasn't surprised by the growing number of sightings; she was prepared to save the creatures to help those who didn't believe her, but she was taken aback when Theo decided to join her on the journey.

🐾 PODFIC

Draco Malfoy and the Crupnapperby Oakstone730 by @cailynwrites(Draco/Harry, E, 4 hours) Life as a night shift creature keeper is scarcely the life Draco once imagined for himself, but ten years after the death of Voldemort he’s accepted his fate. Until the day Harry Potter forces his way back into Draco’s world and everything turns upside down.

Trevor the Escape Artist by DrPansyParkinson by @lumosatnight (Pansy/Neville, G, 30-35min) Trevor the Master of Escape feels his reputation being ruined because a certain someone keeps successfully locating him and bringing him back to his owner. Trevor is often found in bathrooms because he likes humidity.

[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2024.09.18

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Dreary by raspberrybalm [E, 177k]

A vile of Felix Felicis, a Resurrection Stone, and a blond walk into an Avada… The punchline? Draco's life, it would seem. He can't win for losing. His mother's gone, his girlfriend's in love with his mate, and The Order won't take him no matter how many baddies he slaughters. The solution? A Time Turner. The solution to the consequential havoc of messing with time? Harry Potter, of course. Only, the bloke's been dead for fifteen years. Good thing Draco eats Death for breakfast.

2. like an animal in your care by venomous [M, 1k]

Harry wakes up from a nightmare. It’s nothing new.

3. Ouroboros by inkysand [T, 81k]

“But now we’re all trapped in this place with Bellatrix lurking around,” Ron said once he’d calmed down. “And it sounds like Malfoy’s all set on fixing the Compact. But what’s that going to do for You-Know-Who? If we get bumped out of here, do we go back and get killed by a dark wizard who’s got all his power back and is already in control at Hogwarts?” None of them had answers to those questions.

4. till then i'll just pretend by dracosfirstwife [G, 2k]

cedric won't leave harry alone, so draco decides him and harry should fake date so cedric will leave him alone [...]

5. Twin flames by Wizarding_Whatif [M, 561k]

After the war has ended, Harry finds himself at a loss for what to do with himself. [...] Draco Malfoy is also asking the big questions in life after the war. [...] They both get invited back after a year of rebuilding to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. [...] This year, however, the returning students are to be resorted, Harry is but Draco is not. This year an entirely different adventure awaits the two men. With an ancient love spell cast on Harry before School the unknown consequences grow steeper as the year goes on, leaving the entire wizarding world on the edge of their brooms for news of their savior. Can a villain become a hero? Will the hero get a happy ending?

6. When Harry Ate Sally by @chaos-bear [E, 8k]

Dumbledore was right when he said that dark magic leaves traces. Eight years after defeating Voldemort, Harry Potter is Britain's Golden Boy, but the darkness his shiny exterior hides will soon consume everyone he once loved.

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Fest/Exchange

1. Black Books Month One by Anonymous [E, 14k]

Harry inherits Black Books, one of the oldest bookstores in the world. His only problem is that he has a co-inheritor, Draco Malfoy. ★ HD Hurt-Comfort Fest 2024 | @hd-hurtcomfort-fest

2. The Cat-astrophe by Anonymous [E, 4k]

Harry Potter can't sleep. Grimmauld Place is being haunted by a vicious ghost of a cat who inflicts a magical injury onto Harry and the Ministry of Magic sends one of its Junior Unspeakables to investigate. The unspeakable in question being Draco Lucius Malfoy. ★ Unleashed! Fest 2024 | @unleashed-fest

3. A Line-storm Song by Anonymous [E, 12k]

Harry holds it together for five years after the war. Well—he sort of holds it together. Then his Auror partner Pansy Parkinson says it’s going to rain. ★ HP Drizzle Fest 2024 | @hpdrizzle

[allegrabaudelaireofficial]

@cringecorekitty

YES

I FINALLY HAVE SOMEONE TO DISCUSS THE HOT ANIME MEN WITH

kiss kiss fall in love

[phoenixblaze1412]

halloaa, i was the anon who asked for dottore as our father, and it was pretty cute! can i request something the same, where we were playing around in his lab then we accidentally turned into a cat after knocking a random chemical, how would our father (dottore) react? thank youuuuu!! (father dottore has been in my mind for a while now tehee)

Of course^^

Cat-astrophe.

You didn't know exactly what happened. You were only playing a board game with the segments, your current caretakers, in the laboratory while your father is busy attending a meeting. Now here you are running away from the chaos Gamma, Theta and Beta had caused that you didn't see where you were running to.

This caused you to harshly bump into a nearby work desk, the vial placed on top of it fell over as the concoction poured itself over your head all the way to your small figure. A loud explosion occurred, smoke filling inside the room as you felt yourself becoming more smaller than usual when you noticed your surroundings got a bit bigger than what you remembered.

Your ears quickly caught the sound of multiple footsteps coming inside the laboratory as the voices of the other segments echoed inside the room and calling for your name. Theta and Beta kept calling out your name as they tried to find your tiny figure within the smoke, worried that you may have been caught in whatever the explosion was.

You tried to call out to the segments but all that escaped from your throat was a small mewl. Your eyes widened in surprise as you looked down at yourself only to see your hands and feet have become paws. You tried to move around when you accidentally stepped on a glass shard from a broken test tube, the glass sinking deep into your paw as blood started to spill, making you panic and cry for help.

"Is it just me or am I hearing a cat?"

"You're not the only one, besides no one is even allowed to bring a pet here without anyone's knowledge."

"I remember hearing something bump.. it could probably be (Y/n)?"

Omega let out an annoyed sigh as he turned on the ventilation system to get rid of the smoke. Once the smoke cleared up, the segments found a small kitten mewling on the floor. What caught their attention was the kitten's red eyes and its blue fur.

"....(Y/n)?"

The segments watched as the kitten mewled in response to the name, making them both shocked and surprised at what happened to their creator's child.

Gamma quickly walked up towards you and picked up your tiny form. He was both panicking and gushing at how cute you are as a feline.

"They're so tiny and their fur is so soft!"

"Don't just hog them all to yourself, let us see as well!"

You tried to get out of the segments' grasp since their hold on you was adding more pressure to your wound and sinking the shard even deeper than before, making you let out a hiss. You tried to tell the segments to stop and let you go but couldn't due to your current situation.

"What are you idiots doing? Why is the laboratory a mess?"

All the segments halted in their positions as their heads turned to see Dottore glaring at them from the doorway. Dottore raised a brow, usually when he comes back he would see you running up to him but now, you're nowhere to be found.

"Where is (Y/n)?"

The segments looked at one another, speaking telephatically to each other before pushing Gamma to the front.

"You see... little (Y/n) became a kitten."

"What."

Gamma held you out towards your father, you sat upon the segment's open palms. You looked at your father, happiness bubbling inside you knowing that he's here and knows how to turn you back, your tail subconsciously swishing back and forth. Dottore picked you up by the scruff of your neck as he inspected your feline form before letting out a sigh.

"I want this place cleaned up when I get back. Is that understood?"

"Yes!"

Dottore adjusted his hold on you so you were being carried between his palms instead. He brought you to his office before placing you down on his work desk as he sat down in front of you.

"Unfortunately, my child, you were doused with a cat transformation potion from one of my old concoctions. How fortunate for you, it wasn't the one that turns you into a worm. Not to worry, the effects will last within an hour or two."

Your father explained while you let out a small mewl in reply as you started to limp towards him. Dottore noticed the droplets of blood staining the papers on his desk as he quickly grabbed your neck and lifted you up to his eye level. He lightly poked and prodded at you, searching for the cause of your bleeding.

When Dottore held your injured paw, you immediately let out a hiss and without knowing it, you roughly bit down on your father's finger. Dottore bit the inside of his cheek, not bothered at all from the bite as he tried to calm you down by stroking your chin with his thumb. A small purr escaped from your throat as you pulled away from the bite to nuzzle to your father's touch.

While you were distracted, Dottore noticed the glass shard on your paw as he grabbed a tweezer from his drawers. Once he made sure you were calmed, your father held your forelimb as he pulled the shard away from your paw using his tweezers before placing a small bandage on your wound.

"Not in pain anymore, little one?"

You nodded in reply to your father's question. Feeling guilty for biting his finger, you nuzzled your head to the wounded finger.

"Ah, ah, ah... don't even try to lick my wound, child. Who knows if you have rabies."

Dottore teased with a grin as he booped your small nose before picking you up and placing you upon his lap so he can sign the documents given to him.

"You may rest if you wish, little one. The potion will wear off soon and you'll be back to your normal self."

Happy with the news, you settled against your father's lap, making yourself comfortable as you soon fell asleep. Dottore let out a small hum when he noticed you were already sleeping as he petted your head while signing the rest of his papers needed.

[moonficrecs]

Favourite Series Part 2

🌙 - all time favourite

✔️ - completed series

👩🏻‍💻 - ongoing series

1. Tongue tied by @jeonqkooks 🌙👩🏻‍💻

summary: pure domestic bliss between two idiot neighbors.

genre: neighbors to lovers, fluff, angst, smut

2. Cat-astrophe by @astralmono 👩🏻‍💻

summary: Hello! I love your work, could I ask you a request about Jungkook strong/intimidating aura but soft towards the reader who is shy, inexperienced and shy?🥺it turns him on but at the same time he feel protective towards her innocence. I would love to read a smut interactions between this two 🥺✨

genre: slice of life, established relationship

3. Ruin you by @taegularities ✔️

summary: It started with a gentle spark and harmless gazes; but by now, you’re caught in a wildfire that will expand until you’re burned inside and out.

genre: established relationship, fwb; fluff, angst, smut

4. Colour me in by @taegularities 🌙👩🏻‍💻

summary: Jungkook's door only opens for you when there's a barter: a trade of lust and haze. But today you knock for something more, as intriguing as it is frightening – and you hope it doesn't close his door forever.

genre: fwb, fake dating, college!au; fluff, angst, smut

5. Summer bummer by @kooktrash 👩🏻‍💻

summary: Summertime is supposed to be a time of easy living and that’s what you were hoping for when you signed up for an extra credit program cleaning up the shores of Busan and staying in a luxurious beach house. what you didn’t sign up for was to live with Jungkook, a failed talking stage who you’ve avoided for the past few months. despite having a slight disliking toward each other you find yourselves be by pulled back into each other throughout your stay. the only question that remains is if this is just going to be a summer thing or something more.

genre: enemies to lovers/beach read. jungkook x y/n [afab she/her]

6. I know the end by @onlyswan 🌙✔️

summary: But you had to go, i know, i know, i know.

genre: angst, a dash of fluff

7. Gold rush by @onlyswan ✔️

summary: What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? with your falling into place like dominos.

genre: fluff, smut

8. Evolution of lover’s heart by @jeonstudios ✔️

summary: The rules are simple: first one to take the virginity wins.

genre: fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy au, bet au

9. Bad influence by @noteguk 👩🏻‍💻

summary: In which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

genre: badboy!jk x goodgirl!, smut

10. Dilf JK by @venusiangguk 👩🏻‍💻

summary: You find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you.

genre: strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, fluff

11. Gold rush by @venusiangguk 🌙✔️

summary: Jk comes back from a weekend away and he wants to show you just how much he missed you. 

genre: pwp, smut, college au (kinda), established relationship

12. And they were roommates by @hoseok666 🌙👩🏻‍💻

summary: It all started with a rejection from your longtime crush, jeon jungkook. you decided to confess to him on your last day of high school. after a harsh rejection and a rough summer dealing with the heartbreak, you were starting anew once your freshman year of college came. you were going to be sharing an apartment with two other roommates that you don’t even know. what a surprise you’re going to be in for once you find out it’s the one and only: jeon jungkook and kim taehyung. 

genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, pretty much everything . college!jungkook AU, college!taehyung AU, cold personality jungkook, warm personality taehyung, slowburn

13. The lucky one by @babystrcandy 🌙👩🏻‍💻

summary: Growing up you only had one goal: beat Jeon Jungkook. Sometimes you'd win, other times you'd lose. Sometimes he'd lose, other times he'd win. But you'd both walk away from the match thinking the other was the lucky one.

genre: 18+ Minors DNI | sports au, e2l/r2l, angst, fluff, smut

14. Fool for you by @btsgotjams27 ✔️

summary: When Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

genre: fluff, angst, romance | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers

15. My pretty boys by @btsgotjams27 🌙👩🏻‍💻

summary: They say if you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph, you just didn't think your best friend would be one of them.

genre: romance, angst, drama, eventual smut | non-idol!au, camp!au, college!au, best friends-to-lovers, strangers-to-lovers

[wolfxplush]

Calico Cat-astrophe

I’ve been up writing since 6:00 so.

Coughs! Happy max posts! EVERYONE CHEER. No warnings just fluff!’

Max Whitelocke prided himself on his ability to keep secrets. He had long since learned the art of concealing things from others, whether it was his bizarre home life, his obsessive habits, or the intensity with which he analyzed everything and everyone. But there was one secret that he held closer than any of the others—one that made his stomach twist with both anxiety and an unfamiliar sense of warmth.

Every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, Max volunteered at the local animal shelter.

It wasn’t something he had ever planned to do. In fact, volunteering anywhere seemed completely out of character for him. Max wasn’t the “volunteering” type, not when it involved people, and certainly not when it meant showing any kind of vulnerability. But something about the animals, their quiet neediness, and the fact that they didn’t expect anything more from him than basic care—it drew him in.

It had started when Max stumbled across a flyer posted near school. He’d been walking home, keeping his head down as always, when the image of a scruffy-looking dog caught his eye. He couldn’t quite explain it, but the dog's sad, pleading eyes stuck with him. Before he knew it, he had torn the flyer down, stuffing it into his backpack as if the very act of holding onto it was something shameful.

The next day, curiosity gnawed at him until he found himself standing outside Bullsworth Animal Rescue. His hand had hovered over the door for what felt like an eternity, heart pounding, wondering if this was a mistake. He almost turned around, but something kept him rooted in place. Eventually, he’d forced himself inside.

The smell hit him first—wet fur, sawdust, and the faint scent of disinfectant. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but the place was more rundown than he imagined. Still, the moment he stepped in, the sound of meowing cats and barking dogs filled the air, tugging at something inside him. Max had been ready to leave almost immediately, regretting his decision. But a tired, older woman named Janet behind the front desk had greeted him with a smile. She didn’t ask questions or make a fuss when he said he wanted to volunteer. Instead, she handed him a clipboard and set him to work.

He hadn’t intended to come back. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, something to satisfy his strange, fleeting impulse. But the shelter became a refuge for Max—a place where he could escape the exhausting social chess game of school and the tense silence of home. Here, he didn’t have to keep up appearances or manipulate anyone. The animals didn’t care who he was. They only wanted to be fed, to be comforted, to be taken care of. Max could handle that.

What he couldn’t handle, however, was the idea of anyone finding out.

He kept his volunteering secret, even from Janet, who never asked questions about his life outside of the shelter. Max didn’t talk about school, and no one at school knew about the shelter. He liked it that way. He needed it that way. The thought of anyone knowing what he did in his spare time made his skin crawl.

And everything had been going smoothly—until today.

---

It was Thursday afternoon, and Max was cleaning out the cat cages, a task he had grown used to. He had a routine now, and routines helped keep him calm. He’d scoop out litter, refill water bowls, and spend a few moments with each of the cats. They were simple creatures, and Max liked that. He didn’t have to think too hard around them.

But as he was hunched over, scrubbing the bottom of a cage, the door to the shelter swung open. He didn’t bother looking up at first; he was too focused on his task, trying to get the cage clean enough so he could move on to the next one.

Then he heard the voice.

"Oh, look at all these sweet little things."

Max froze, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest. That voice. He knew that voice. Slowly, cautiously, he lifted his head, peeking around the corner of the row of cages. His stomach dropped.

It was Ms. Philips.

*No, no, no. Why her? Why now?*

Ms. Philips, the art teacher from school, was casually chatting with Janet at the front desk, her eyes lighting up as she glanced around at the cats. Max’s mind went blank, panic flooding through him. He ducked his head, trying to make himself as small as possible, hoping—praying—that she wouldn’t notice him.

Maybe he could sneak out. Maybe if he just—

"Excuse me," Ms. Philips said suddenly, walking further into the shelter and stopping just a few feet away from Max. "Do you know if any of these cats are good with other pets?"

Max’s throat tightened. He couldn’t just ignore her. But if he answered, she’d recognize his voice. His heart hammered in his chest, his mind scrambling for an escape plan. He stood up slowly, his back to her, keeping his face turned away. "Uh…" His voice came out rough, barely a whisper. "I think some of them are. You’d have to ask… at the desk."

His voice was shaky, and he could already feel the heat rising to his face. He hoped she wouldn’t ask any more questions. Ms. Philips knelt down in front of one of the cages, her voice soft and soothing as she admired a kitten. "This little one seems sweet," she said, smiling at the small cat pawing at the cage bars.

Max was about to make his escape when Ms. Philips stood up and glanced over at him, her eyes narrowing slightly in recognition.

"Wait a minute… Max?"

Max felt like he’d been struck by lightning. His entire body tensed, his breath caught in his throat. Slowly, reluctantly, he turned to face her.

There was no mistaking it now—she knew it was him.

His face flushed red, and immediately, he crossed his arms over his chest, defensive. "It’s not what it looks like," he blurted out, his voice harsher than he intended. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he shoved them into his pockets, looking anywhere but at her. Ms. Philips blinked in surprise but quickly softened her expression, smiling kindly. "Max, it’s okay," she said gently. "I’m not judging you."

Max’s stomach twisted, and his anxiety spiked. He clenched his jaw, not sure how to handle the kindness. Was she being sarcastic? Pitying? He hated that. "I didn’t ask for your opinion," he muttered, his voice sharp and defensive. He took a step back, trying to create distance, his eyes darting around for an escape route.

Ms. Philips seemed unfazed, her smile remaining warm. "I’m not giving you one," she replied softly. "I think it’s great that you’re volunteering here."

Max bristled, his hands curling into fists in his pockets. He didn’t want her to think anything about him—good or bad. He didn’t want her to see him at all. "You don’t understand," he snapped, the panic creeping into his voice. "This… it’s just something I do, okay? It’s not a big deal. I don’t—" His words faltered, and he clamped his mouth shut, his heart racing.

Ms. Philips studied him for a moment, her expression thoughtful but never judgmental. "It’s okay to care about something, Max," she said gently. "You don’t have to hide it."

Max’s chest tightened, and he felt his defenses rising again. "I’m not hiding anything," he lied, though his voice betrayed him with a slight tremble. "I just… I don’t need people knowing about this." Ms. Philips nodded slowly, as if she understood. "I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to," she promised, her voice calm and reassuring.

Max stared at her, his heart still hammering, waiting for the catch. Waiting for the mocking or the pity. But none came. She just… stood there, looking at him like he was any other student she cared about, like this was normal.

"Why?" he asked, the word slipping out before he could stop it. He immediately regretted it. His throat felt tight, like he’d said too much. Ms. Philips tilted her head slightly, her smile softening. "Because I can see how much you care about these animals," she said, gesturing to the cats. "And I think that’s something to be proud of."

Max swallowed hard, his eyes flicking away from her. He could feel the knot of anxiety in his chest loosening ever so slightly, but he didn’t know what to do with that feeling. He wasn’t used to this kind of interaction—this openness, this acceptance.

"Thanks," he muttered, though the word felt foreign on his tongue. He didn’t know why he was thanking her. Maybe because she hadn’t made him feel stupid or weak. Maybe because she wasn’t pushing him to explain himself.

Ms. Philips smiled again, glancing back at the cats. "I think I’ve found the one I’m going to adopt," she said, pointing to an older calico sitting quietly in one of the cages. "She seems like she’ll be a good fit." Max nodded stiffly, still not sure what to say. He felt exposed, vulnerable in a way he hated, but at the same time, the warmth in Ms. Philips’ voice made it easier to breathe.

As she went to the front desk to finalize the adoption, Max returned to his task, his hands still trembling slightly. But the panic had ebbed. For the first time in a long while, someone had acknowledged him without judgment, and that feeling lingered like a warmth in his chest. He cleaned the cages with a bit more ease, focusing on the rhythmic motions of scooping litter and filling bowls. Each time he glanced up and saw Ms. Philips laughing softly with Janet as they discussed the calico cat’s new name, he felt a strange mixture of anxiety and relief. It was a secret he had never intended to share, and yet somehow, she had uncovered it without malice, without any need to dig deeper.

A few minutes later, Ms. Philips approached him again, her arms cradling the calico cat close to her chest. The cat looked slightly bewildered but content, nestled comfortably against her. "Max!" she called, her voice light and cheerful. "I need your expert opinion on something!"

Max felt his heart rate spike again, but this time, it was more from curiosity than fear. He turned to face her fully, cautiously intrigued. "What do you mean?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, though the nervousness still fluttered in his stomach. "I want to know if you think ‘Mittens’ is a good name for her," she said, holding the cat out slightly as if presenting her for inspection. The name felt absurdly fitting given the way the calico’s paws were poised, as though she were ready to pounce on some invisible prey.

Max fought back a smile. "It’s… it’s fine," he said, still cautious. "But she seems more like a ‘Clementine’ to me. I don’t know, maybe because of the color?" He blinked, surprised by his own words. Why was he talking about this? Why did he care?

Ms. Philips chuckled, a warm, genuine sound. "Clementine, huh? That’s a nice name." Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "I’ll think about it. But only if you promise to help me take care of her when I need it."

Max’s heart thumped in his chest. "I—"

"Just until she gets settled in, of course," she added quickly, sensing his hesitation. "I’d never want to overstep. You’ve got your own life and everything." Max nodded slowly, feeling a weight lift. "I could help," he said quietly, the tension in his shoulders relaxing a little. "If you really want me to." The thought of caring for a cat—especially one that would be hers—felt surreal, but also kind of nice. His eyes glanced to an older shelter cat in a cage nearby, he had given her the name Stromboli. Having had one in her mouth when animal control found her. She was missing one eye and was aggressive. At least towards the other employees— to max? She was the biggest cuddle bug in the world. Maybe he should think about adopting her..

"Of course, I do! It’s a win-win," she replied, her enthusiasm infectious. "You can help me, and I won’t be so lonely in my classroom anymore. Plus, she’ll love having you around. You have a knack for making animals feel safe." Max blushed at the compliment, unsure how to respond. He shuffled his feet, suddenly feeling shy and exposed. "Thanks," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

They continued chatting as Janet prepared the paperwork for Ms. Philips’ adoption, and for the first time, Max felt a sense of normalcy wash over him. It was strange, feeling like he belonged somewhere. Maybe it was the animals, or maybe it was the kind, encouraging presence of Ms. Philips, but he found himself relaxing. Once the paperwork was finalized and Ms. Philips secured her cat in a carrier, she turned back to Max, who was now absentmindedly petting one of the nearby cats. "I’m really glad I ran into you today, Max," she said sincerely. "You should come back more often. I think you have a gift for this."

The warmth in her voice struck him again, the gentle acknowledgment of his feelings and efforts wrapping around him like a soft blanket. "I will," he promised, surprising even himself with how genuine the promise felt. "I really like it here." As they walked toward the door, Ms. Philips glanced at him, her eyes thoughtful. "And remember, it’s okay to let people in. You don’t always have to hide who you are," she said gently, her tone encouraging but firm.

Max felt his cheeks heat up, the words settling uncomfortably in his mind. "I know," he said, not entirely convinced but trying to sound more assured than he felt. "It’s just… hard."

"Trust me, I get it. But sometimes the things that are hardest to share can also bring the greatest joy," she replied, her voice soft and understanding. Max nodded, looking down at the floor as they exited the shelter. The late afternoon sun bathed the sidewalk in a warm glow, and he could hear the distant sounds of traffic. For a moment, everything felt easier. Less daunting.

Ms. Philips turned to him, her expression bright. "You should come by for a visit during lunch next week. We could talk more about art or animals, or anything you want." Max hesitated, the fear creeping back into his mind. What if people saw him? What if they laughed? But then he thought about the cats—their quiet company, the way they made him feel less alone. And he thought about Ms. Philips, who had seen him for who he truly was and hadn’t turned away in disgust or pity.

"Okay," he said, his voice steadier now. "I’d like that."

Ms. Philips beamed, and it was a sight that made Max’s heart race in a good way. As she walked to her car, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope rising within him, flickering to life like a candle in the dark. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have to keep everything locked away anymore. Perhaps he could share his passion, his struggles, and his secrets with someone who cared. For the first time in a long time, Max felt a warmth spreading in his chest, pushing back the shadows of anxiety and fear. He took a deep breath, ready to embrace whatever came next.

The day had started like any other, but now it felt like the beginning of something new. The weight of his secret lifted, and as he waved goodbye to Ms. Philips, he realized that sometimes it was worth it to let others in. He turned back to the shelter, a smile tugging at his lips, and thought about the bright future he could build—one filled with cats, creativity, and maybe even friendship.

[allegrabaudelaireofficial]

Should I tell him?

I kinda want to tell him

>:3c

[dumpywrites]

Cat-enaries - Min Yoongi / Suga

Part two of Cat-astrophe 

Summary: all these series of meaningful acts, but you still don’t know where your relationship stands. 

Genre/tags: Fluff, smut (protected sex, vanilla)

Pairing: Yoongi x she/her/afab reader

a/n: this is my first time writing smut! T_T

Ever since that eventful night you spent at Yoongi’s place, where both of you got drunk and eventually ended up sleeping on the same bed together (just sleeping!), and him wanting to get to know you more, you continued to see each other more and more. Mostly after you came back home from work, but it could be on weekends too if both of you did not have any other plans. 

After a while you began to know some of Yoongi’s friends, and same thing for him as well. He had a small circle but you were surprised on how they bring out the best out of him. He had been doing all these small gestures just like randomly giving you snacks, offering to babysit your cat when you were busy, or just simply wanting your company while he was producing music. Occasionally he would invite you to a party from his management, where you met his co-workers. 

He would only introduce you by your name though, never any label following behind the introduction. A friend? A neighbor? No, just your name. All these things he had done, and never once did he ever mention about relationship, or at least to put a name on your situation. 

It had only been three, going on four months, you kept telling yourself. Maybe he wanted to get to know you slowly and throughly and did not want to rush things. But then again, you knew how straightforward Yoongi was and he would had at least said something about it if that was the case. Maybe it was for the best, reminding yourself of the traumas you got from your past relationships, maybe it was better to take things slowly. But what made you anxious was the thought of falling by yourself.

Tonight you both agreed to watch a horror movie together at your apartment, with the occasion being you just got a promotion. The promotion happened two weeks prior, but both of you were busy. Yoongi had already sent you a dozen of donuts as a celebratory gift, but you insisted on wanting to spend some quality time with him.

“Have you eaten?” You asked as you opened your apartment door for Yoongi. 

“I have.” He simply said and immediately bent down to greet your pet who was meowing by his feet. 

“He misses you.” 

“We see each other a lot, don’t be a clingy cat.” He smiled and booped the cat’s tiny nose. He picked Cookie up and lightly kissed his forehead before letting him back to roam around the house. 

The scene made your heart race and you cleared your throat. “Well, I also miss you.” You said, hoping Yoongi would catch your intention. 

“I miss you too.” He giggled and ruffled your hair instead, before walking to sit down on your sofa, completely unaware by how disappointed you were. “We’re watching Exhuma, right?” He asked. 

You hummed in agreement, hoping he wouldn’t catch the slight disappointment in the tone of your voice. “You wanna drink something?”

“Anything’s fine.” 

You muttered an “okay” before going to your fridge and grabbed two cans of Sprite and small bowl of popcorn you had made beforehand. You sit down next to him and played the movie and thought to yourself. There wasn’t really anything affectionate happening after you spent the night at his. You had never really kissed officially with you being sober, maybe only once when he kissed your forehead when you went to roller skate together, that was if that could even be counted. 

That day you were struggling to keep your balance and he caught you in his embrace just when you were about to fall frontward. He was laughing and despite being annoyed, you couldn’t help but to get swayed by the sound of his laughter. You didn’t get to process it that much when you felt his lips lightly pressed against your forehead. It happened just for a few second before he let go and simply asked if you were okay. 

Reminiscing the moment had your whole body warm. You put your feet up and hugged your knees together. Yoongi looked to your side, noticing your behavior. 

“Are you cold?” 

“Uh, I don’t know.” It was the opposite, you dummy! You secretly complained. 

“Here,” He grabbed you by your shoulder and scooted you closer to him. “Better?”

“Slightly.” You said, you didn’t realize you were pouting while saying it. 

Yoongi sighed, but a small smile was on his lips. “Only slightly?” 

“Only slightly.” You were annoyed by this point, but you felt awful for wanting to ask, and basically begging, for any skinship from him. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He softly asked while stroking your shoulder gently. 

“Do you not like me like that?” You said while avoiding his gaze. “Am I reading the whole situation wrong? Do you just wanna be friends?”

Yoongi chuckled and it annoyed you further more. He had the audacity to find this hilarious while you felt confused and hurt. 

“Yoongi, this isn’t funny.” 

“On what situation is what we’re doing considered as just friends?” His words immediately made you look back at him. 

“I don’t know! You never really said anything about us being a thing, anything, and…” You found it hard to admit that you basically were asking for his affection. “Nevermind, this is stupid! Let’s just get back to the movie…”

“Look at me.”

“No.” You refused, even when your heart was beating faster at his request. 

“Y/N, look at me.” He said again, this time softly grabbing your chin to make you face him. 

Not a single word came out from him after that, only him dipping down quickly to meet your lips. You were surprised but shortly melted into his kiss and found yourself returning it. He was taking his time tasting your lips. His kisses were very gentle that it almost made you beg for more. Slowly his tongue made an entrance and you welcomed it swiftly. A small low moan escaped your lips as you parted them wider for him to access you. 

And when it was done, mainly because both of you were completely breathless, Yoongi hugged you. He chuckled and this time you couldn’t help but to smile as well. 

“I like you. Maybe in love at this point.” He confessed with you still wrapped in his embrace. “I couldn’t recall when exactly the shift to love began and I’ve been thinking to myself these past few weeks… but every time I see you, I keep wondering if there was even any moment when I wasn’t.”

You blushed at this and snuggled closer, hugging him tighter.

“I feel like I’ve been buying extra portions of my food a little too often, been on Instagram more just to send you some random internet memes that you like so much, been making sure I hear that door opening sound when you come home from work, been thinking about you twenty four seven that my music starts to have your vibe, the melodies just sound like they were made for you and I couldn’t even explain how…” He chuckled at the last mention. “The composer even told me that my work has a romantic touch to it lately.”

He broke the hug so he could look at you and smiled, showing his gum a bit. “I’ve given up cause honestly, I can’t even remember what was life before all these feelings.” He shrugged playfully. “Honestly, I don’t think I even wanna remember how life feels without these emotions.”

Your eyes got teary all of the sudden. Your view was getting a bit blurry. A small laugh, mixture of both relief and happiness, escaped your very own lips before you crashed them back on his. Yoongi immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back close to him. The kiss was more desperate this time, demanding, needy, but most importantly, filled with overwhelming feelings you both had for each other. 

Yoongi swiftly pulled your body and brought you on his lap without breaking the contact on your lips. A muffled squeal came out from you, but you instantly put your arms over his shoulder, deepening the kiss. 

After moments of tongue dancing between the two of you, you pulled back first because once again he had you breathless, but it seemed like he didn’t want you to rest yet, as the moment you pulled away, his lips found their way on your neck, leaving trails of the softest kisses. You bit the insides of your lower lip, trying to subdue the moans that were eager to get out. His thigh being exactly between your legs was certainly not helping you either. Hearing you trying to conceal your voice made him looked up. The sight of you flinching concerned him. 

His right hand palmed your cheek. “I’m sorry, are you uncomfortable? Is this too much?” 

You blush at the tenderness and shook your head in disagreement. “No… uh, I’m not uncomfortable…”

Yoongi smiled at you and quickly kissed your forehead. “Okay.” He simply said, before he went back to put his attention on your neck, showering it with pecks. You were still making low sounds, not trying to conceal your voice as much, just humming with your mouth closed. Your body was still tense but was progressively easing the more his lips kisses you. 

His hands started to move up underneath your top, just shyly under your bra, as if he wasn’t sure if you would grant him more than that. When an open-mouthed moan finally came out from you, Yoongi took it as his green light and began to bring the movement of his hands upwards, gently fondling your clothed breasts, which promptly made your body turned into jelly against him. You could only bury your head on his neck, letting him continue toying your chest. 

Your eyes shot open at the feel of him unclasping your bra. The touch of his palms meeting your bare breasts sent heat through you that instantly went south. You whimpered and hugged him close, burying your face further on his neck. 

“You okay?” He chuckled, not stopping but decreased the pacing of his hands. The angle now making it awkward due to your body pressing closer to him. 

“I’m just shy.” You said while still not moving from your position. 

“You don’t wanna continue? Cause I don’t mind.” He said as he moved one hand to soothe your back. 

“N-no, Yoongi I just… kinda just getting all insecure cause it’s the first time you’ll be seeing me and I’m just scared if I’d look weird to you.” 

“You’re perfect.” He told you and he meant it. 

“I haven’t done this in a while.” You said with a slight moping tone. 

“So do I.” He took your hands to pry them apart from him. He guided them to his chest where you could feel his heart beating rapidly. “Do you think I’m not nervous?”

You looked at him and couldn’t help but to smile. But when you looked down, you realized a growing bulge was present and that seemingly he was not only nervous, but excited as well. 

“You also seem excited…” You giggled. 

“Not exactly my fault now is it.” 

“It’s okay,” You looked up to the ceiling. “I may or may not be soaking through my panties now as well.” That earned a groan from him. 

“Do you want me to help?” He breathed out. His hands now holding your waist steadily, thumb grazing your underboob. “Or we could totally just makeout and it’s alright.”

“Yoongi.”

“Yeah?”

“Continue… please.”

He groaned once again before lifting both your top and bra at the same time. As the garments sat just above your chest, the view of your nipples perking out just for him had the man salivating. Slowly, he lifted you to his side and laid you down so you could rest on your back on the sofa. He bent down and proceeded to pepper your chest and breasts with soft feather-like kisses, almost as if you would break if he pressed harder. He looked up and felt his ego somewhat boosted with the scene of you biting your lips, whimpering. 

He kissed your right nipple and began to sensually nip and twirl his tongue around it, that was it for you. You fully moaned when his right hand pinched your left nipple and twisted it. You brought your hand to your mouth, trying to repress the arousing sound coming from your mouth from being too loud. 

“It’s just me.” He mumbled into your skin, one hand went to trace the line on your back. 

But that’s the problem. Yoongi himself was your main weakness. 

He continued to play with your twins, lapping the buds with his tongue, making sure he gave both of them the same treatment. Slowly his right hand traveled downwards, caressing your middle through your sweatpants. Your breath hitched. 

“Everything okay?” He asked again. 

“Y-yeah.” You managed to vocalize. 

“Can I take these off?” He said, tugging slightly at the band of your pants. 

You only nodded and he kissed your forehead. He proceeded to deliberately slide down your bottoms, leaving you with your exposed panties. 

Yoongi gulped at the sight of your damp underwear. A small patch of wet spot could be seen and he could not lie to himself and felt proud of his doings. He bent down and kissed your lips for a second before flashing a soft smile. 

“Can we continue in your room?” Before you answered, he followed. “I want you to feel comfy while I eat you out.” 

That sentence almost had you hollering.  

“Okay…” You breathed out heavily and took his hand, dragging him inside your bedroom. 

Just after he closed the door, for a split second you saw a smirk visible on his face, before he scooped you up in his arms. You gasped, and he quickly pecked your lips before gently laid you on the bed. He brought his right hand to caress your thigh softly, slowly moving upwards to your crotch area. You moaned instantly at the contact. 

His middle and ring finger moved up and down, petting your core through the cotton cloth. The pace slowly increasing, and so did the volume of your pleas. You could feel your body turning into jelly already when neither his fingers or lips had touched your naughty bits yet. 

Finally you felt one of his finger tugging and pulling your underwear. You gladly, almost too eagerly, helped him by wiggling out from it, as you watched him pulling it loose and dropped them to your floor. He pulled you slightly so you were close to the edge of your bed, and he bent down on his knees. He gaped at your glistening core, and he really was ogling for a hot minute, lost at his thoughts. 

“Stop staring at me like that.” You quickly clamped your legs together. 

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t believe this.” He chuckled, hands on your thigh, meddling your legs back to spread out for him. “I haven’t done this in a while…”

“You’ve told me.” Your eyes searched for his. 

“No, I mean, I might be rusty… if it feels weird or if you wanna stop, we can stop anytime.”

You could see the nervousness and self-consciousness in him and it made you wanna love him even more. 

“I just wanna taste you so bad right now.” 

He hunched closer in between your legs and dived in. He licked a bit, tasting you in his tongue. At that moment he decided it was his favorite flavor. He licked a full strip your labia, before then letting his tongue danced around it, making out with your cunt. He tried to make a mental note on which part made your back arched, which side made you moan louder. Hoping the next time, if you would let him, he promised himself he would make you feel ten times better. 

A loud yelp came out from you when he slid in his middle finger. You bit your lips, feeling shaky. He carried on trusting you, slowly in and out, pacing increasing at the same time as his tongue on your clit. He then added his ring finger and you felt it effortlessly sliding into your sopping wet hole. The attack from both his tongue and fingers quickly trembled you down. You felt your stomach came into a knot and your insides clenched. 

“Y-Yoongi… I…”

You could not form a sentence and Yoongi seemed to be too immersed to respond your pleas as he kept his tempo. You were grasping onto the bedsheets, back arching towards him, and then the orgasm hit you. 

The image of Yoongi smirking with your slick trailing down his chin would now be forever embed on your brain. It would certainly be in your dreams for quite some time. 

“That was… okay, right?” 

“That was incredible.” You said through panting. 

The guy smiled and kissed the crown of your head. He pulled his t-shirt off in one go and kissed you once again. You broke off the kiss first, pulling him by the neck so he could crawl on the bed with you. Now with you under him, he then kissed your neck before sliding your cropped top over your head, making you fully bare before his eyes. 

“Beautiful.” Yoongi said in a low voice. 

The compliment flipped your stomach upside down. “How come I’m the only one completely naked…” 

Your comment earned a smile from him. “Would you help me then?” 

You blushed, but did not oblige. You didn’t waste any time and helped him out from his pants. 

“Wait.” 

He suddenly stopped mid through. His pants were already down to his knee area, and it couldn’t be helped that all your attention were now heading towards his massive bulge that wasn’t in any way shy behind his boxer brief. He stepped down the bed, finally taking off his pants fully. You could see him taking out something from his back pocket before he let the cloth fell down joining the rest of your clothings on the floor. 

“You came prepared.” You commented with a teasing smile after seeing the item he took out from his pants. 

Yoongi just looked at you with a hint of red decorated his cheeks. You found it extremely adorable that he was bashful about it. 

You took his hand and pulled him back with you on the bed. He put the condom on your bedside table, before dipping in to kiss you. It seemed like you both had found out that kissing each other was the best thing and you felt dumb for not doing it sooner. As he kissed you passionately, you were hesitant for a second, but you slowly brought your hand to feel up the swelling bump on his below. You swallowed his groans in the kiss as you continue to stroke up and down. Breaking the kiss, you mumbled something about wanting to return his favor, but Yoongi grabbed your wrist immediately, stopping you from taking off his boxer. 

“At this rate I’m going to cum in my pants so maybe next time, sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead.

When he free himself from his underwear, your jaw dropped along with it. Of course you were no saint, you had caught a glimpse of his groin area before when he wore that one gray sweatpants that you fancied. You were in fact suspecting that he was at least a little above average, but not this. He had completely proven you wrong. Quite frankly, you had never thought about how beautiful a male part could be until you saw his. 

You gulped your saliva and salivate the mesmerizing scene in front of you, watching as he ripped the condom pack with his teeth and rolled the rubber from his tip downwards. He positioned himself in between your legs, sliding his tip up and down on your entrance, which made you whimper instantly.

“Yoongi… please…” You pleaded.

“If it hurts even just the slightest bit, let me know, okay?” He said, caressing your hair. 

You only nodded and soon after you felt his tip entering you ever so gently. You moaned loudly and it seemed like the movement not only affect you, but Yoongi also, as you saw him closing his eyes shut, grunting along with you. He slid in very carefully, making sure you were adjusting well with his girth. When he reached a certain length, you yelped. 

“Did I hurt you?” He suddenly asked out of worry. 

“No… it just… it just feels very full.” You managed a smile to reassure him. 

“Okay.” He breathed out, combing his locks through his fingers. “Let me know when I can move.”

You touched his hand to catch his attention. He looked at you with a wary expression. “You can move, I’m not that fragile.” 

He muttered a stuttered “okay” before sliding himself deeper. He lunged deep and out slowly, making love to you passionately. He intertwined his fingers with yours, going on a soft tempo, as if he was trying to confess his feelings through, making sure you feel how sincere he was. You brought your hands to cup his face, then stroked his hair, before putting them over his shoulders to pull him close. Your lips met again in the middle, muffling your moans through the tongue lacing activity. His hands were cupping your breasts, fondling with them as your kisses went harsher and sloppier. 

And when he moved from your lips to kiss your chest, you bucked your hips against him, with your hands ruffling his hair as he tongue your nipple carelessly. His tempo began to distort and the knot in your stomach started to feel too much and you knew you were close. 

Not long after you came to release, he followed soon after the feeling of you clenching hard over his cock. The sound of both your heavy breaths filled the room. Yoongi once again dipped down to kiss you. Starting from your forehead, your nose, your cheek, and lastly your lips. You giggled in between every single one. He then got up to tie the ends of the condom, timidly walking towards your bathroom to where your bin was. When he was done, you were now lying to your sides, curving your legs in a fetal position.

Yoongi approached you and slowly cuddled you from behind. You automatically scooted closer to his body warmth. 

“This is oddly familiar.” He chuckled. 

You recalled the first time you spent the night at his place by accident, when you woke up with him cuddling you exactly like this. Minus the nakedness of course. 

You turned your body to face him. A huge smile was plastered on your face. “I hate you.”

“I’m sorry?!” He eyed you with an annoyed expression. 

“I’m so madly in love with you it’s insane!” You smacked his chest lightly.

“I’m sorry, I guess I was just afraid of moving too fast. I haven’t been in a relationship in a long time and I was worrying if I’d make you uncomfortable…” 

“I thought you had decided that you don’t like me or something… I was even jealous of Cookie when you kissed him!”

“I noticed.”

“You noticed?! And you chose to do nothing???” You huffed.

“You looked cute so I decided to leave you be.” He snickered. 

“You’re evil.” 

“You’re evil for wearing that extremely tight crop top today.” His eyes travelled down and up to your nude body.

“It was… on purpose.” You bit your lips. “I guess it worked? Haha?” 

He raised one of his eyebrows at you and smirked. “Give me five minutes and we can go again.”

“Oh my god??? Who are you?! Give me back my cute and shy Yoongi!” 

You squealed as he laughed and hugged you close. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You said, followed by a loud smack of smooch to your cheek from him, then he flashed you his gummy smile. 

Thank you for reading! 💎

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[avaetin]

This has taken over my life---

@haiseiscute333

“Welcome to the Oscars, live from the red carpet from the Dolby Theater in Los Angeles! I'm your host, Kayla Knowles, and for the next hour, we're going to be talking to the many nominees and presenters of this show-...”

“-....As we prepare to welcome our first guest, remember to breathe it all in, because tonight, we are part of something truly special. Tonight, we gather to celebrate the magic of the silver screen and the small screen, where dreams come true and where Hollywood truly shines.

So, without further ado, let the Oscars begin!”

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“- Let’s just take you down the red carpet. As you can see, we have America’s all-time male sweetheart, Percy Jackson, in his black tux, looking good. You can see people yelling, trying to make eye contact with him. With him is America's sweetheart, Annabeth Chase, looking absolutely beautiful in her sparkling silver Gucci gown!”

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Comment section from the live video:

Perc4beth4evr: OMG! My parents are finally here! They look so gorgeous together! The perfect golden couple! ❤️❤️❤️ THEDaughter: Took them long enough to come out as a couple! We all knew he was dating her for two years now. ImOfficial: ❤️❤️❤️ BitterDingy: ❤️❤️❤️ HonesToxic: You're all delulus. They don't even look in love. I'm pretty sure he was with someone else. Perc4beth4vr: YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

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“Thank you, Alabaster. Hope you have a wonderful time inside as well-! Ah! Over there! It's the industry's charming darling, Nico di Angelo! Oh, he certainly lives up to his name - he looks so dashing and adorable in his white designer tuxedo!”

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: IM JUST A BABY— 😍😍😍 NicosAngel: NICOOOOOO! BABY BOY ASDFGHJKL Cat-astrophe: I HAVE LEGAL ADOPTION PAPERS PLS COME HOME WIV ME NOW Shituation: Everyday, I wake up just to see his gorgeous face 😫

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“Wait. Is that… Did Nico di Angelo bring a partner with him this year?”

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HOLD UP. WAITWAITWAIT OUR MEOW MEOW BRING A WHAT NOW??? NicoApologist: Our baby grew up so fast 😭 NicosAngel: NOOOOOOOO!!! WHO DARES CORRUPT MY ANGEL?!?!

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“Oh my! Nico di Angelo did bring a partner to this year's event, and-! No. Nonononono. This can't be real. Who has the right to look THAT gorgeous? The press is going crazy over them, look at all those flashing lights! They're clearly wearing matching tuxedos as well! Is this Nico's mystery partner?”

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HOLY JESUS CHRIST ON A MOTORBIKE! I MUST HAVE ASCENDED TO HEAVEN! IM SEEING AN ANGEL AND A GOD AT THE SAME TIME— Perc4beth4vr: Doesn't that guy look like Percy? Sorrynotsorry: Not everything's about Jackson. Clearly that guy looks way better. NicosAngel: I apologize for what I said. Please corrupt my angel, Mr. Greek God. For you, I'll make an exception. MY ANGEL IS SMILING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM THIS HAPPY 😭😭😭 THEY LOOK LIKE THE PERFECT COUPLE, I DEMAND WEDDING INVITATIONS ASAP 🤧🤧🤧 excuseyou: Did Percy stop at the end of the carpet or was it just me who noticed? troll.on.a.roll: Kayla is us right now. She's fangirling over Nico just as hard as everyone else lol

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Kayla: Nico! Wow, you look drop-dead gorgeous! How are you feeling this evening? (hugs him)

Nico: Kayla! You look stunning as well. (hugs her back) I'm doing great! The best, actually.

Kayla: Oh, is it because of your mystery partner? (smiling playfully before turning towards the other male) Are we going to know his name tonight, or are the netizens going to have to do their thorough investigations?

Nico: (laughs) As fun as that is… Let me introduce to everyone, Aeon Oceanus. My fiance. (lifts one of his hands to show off a silver diamond-studded ring)

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Comment section from the live video: … … … … NDAPS: Did he say fiance? narrowcrepe: !!! NicosAngel: YUUUUUUS! I CALLED IT! I DEMAND AN INVITATION! FRONT ROW! ILL EVEN BE THE CARPET YOU WALK DOWN ON JUST SO I CAN SEE YOU GET MARRIED- excuseyou: Percy looks constipated hmm… Sorrynotsorry: NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT THAT TALENTLESS NEWBIE 🙄 Dundundun: But for real! I sense drama. Like, this guy really looks a lot like Jackson. I won't be surprised if they're related.

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Kayla: M-Marriage? Wow! That's amazing! No wonder you're glowing tonight. It must be love.

Nico: Ah, well, it's also my first time bringing a partner to an awarding ceremony. It feels amazing, knowing that from today onwards, I have no need to hide my relationship with my partner.

—- Comment section from the live video: excuseyou: Definitely constipated. Sorrynotsorry: Someone kick this Percy-stan out. —-

Kayla: And how about you… Mr. Oceanus?

Aeon: Aeon’s fine.

Kayla: How are you feeling tonight?

Aeon: I feel like I’m on cloud nine (smiles warmly). Having the love of my life acknowledge our relationship publicly, and having the public know that I am his as much as he’s mine… (pulls Nico close to press a kiss to his forehead) Perfect. Everything’s perfect.

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HE SAID THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE OMG!!! EAT THAT PERCABETH SHIPPERS, YOU CAN HAVE YOUR GOLDEN COUPLE, WE HAVE OUR PLATINUM COUPLE! NicosAngel: 😭🥳😭🥳😭🥳😭 Perc4beth4evr: !!! Shituation: The way Nico closed his eyes, and his lips curling to the softest of smiles when Aeon pulled him close and kissed his forehead--- Dear God, I have a new reason to wake up everyday

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Kayla: That’s wonderful! All right, I won’t keep you guys any longer. I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening. And Nico, all the best for the awarding!

Kayla: (whispers, but microphone catches it) And all the best for your wedding.

Nico: (laughs) Thanks, Kayla. (walks into the event with Aeon, hand-in-hand)

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Cat-Astrophe

A/N: I read @skullghoulz and @fairytalespider ask and fic's of Miguel turning into a cat and it was absolutely adorable and got my imagination spinning. This is inspired by their fic and ask. I highly recommend it if you need some nice fluff to read! I'll have it linked. There is swearing and brief nudity when he gets turned back but nothing too graphic but because of that, this is 18+ just to be safe! This also will be a part 2 eventually! this is 8 pages long and about 4,098 words. I wanted this to go out yesterday but, I had a slight delay. This story does bounce between the reader and Miguel's pov's. enjoy!

Summary: A rouge spell from a portal hits Miguel while on a mission and he gets turned into a cat. When a nice woman from his building (the reader.) Finds him in cat form in the rain what will happen?

Warnings ⚠️: afab reader, brief male nudity, some swearing, mentions of food, brief mentions of stress, mentioning of cheek skin being squished by a cat paw, and gagging. That's all I can think of right now.

It was a frustrating and antagonizing mission for Miguel. After this is over he’s sending Ben to help Lego Spider-Man from now on. It was a crossover somehow and a rogue spell from a portal bounced and hit him. The strange orange light from it made him feel sick immediately. After telling Jess to take the different Morbius back to HQ he tapped his watch hurdily as he stumbled through the portal his wristband made. His skin felt hot and itchy as he crashed into dumpsters and walls and his vision went tunnel. Everything starts to spin as he retches and falls over his body feeling heavy. Hours go by as he wakes up groggily blinking as he sees a shadow over him.

You were in the kitchen cooking pasta for dinner when you heard a groan and loud bang outside of your alley despite the rain. You put the burner on the lowest setting so the sauce doesn't burn before walking to the small balcony your apartment has. The rain splashed and coated your feet as you walked barefoot onto the cold metal balcony. Looking down you see a medium-sided fuzzy wet ball curled up by the dumpsters. You shake your head and let out a small growl of annoyance. Someone must have dumped the poor creature and ran. You can feel your heart tighten a little in sympathy as its frame twitch and shiver from the cold of the rain. You walk back in and wipe your feet off on the kitchen mat before putting on slippers and grabbing a towel and hoodie. Throwing on your hoodie and rushing to the elevator with a towel under your arm you pull out your phone and order some basic cat supplies. One of the things you appreciate about Nueva York is the fast door deliveries for emergencies. You look at your reflection in the steel walls of the elevator you look like you didn't think you’d be making a mad dash in the rain. Your plaid sleep shorts, old warn yellow tweedy bird shirt popped off with the green slippers and maroon hoodie. At least the cat wouldn't mind the door man….maybe the people in this building were a little snobby if you were being honest. Everyone knew Spiderman lived in this building so it made everyone act weird. Eventually, the doors ding open as you get to the lobby. You speed walk past the people checking their mailboxes and the doorman as you speed around the corner toward the dumpsters. The cat was bigger than you thought as you got close. He has brown spikey fur and big paws, big ears with tufts of fur too. You decided to speak softly to him. “Hey buddy you're okay, I'm gonna get you warm and dry.” quickly you lay the towel over him and scoop him up as he blinks slowly awake. “I got you you're okay, please don't scratch me.” Miguel feels getting lifted off the ground and engulfed in a towel. He tries to make a huh? but it comes out as a Mrruha sound. You hear the cat chatter in your arms as you rush to the elevator. “I know buddy it’s okay your safe now.” the cat's body goes stiff in your arms as you reach the elevator and escape the eyebrow raise from the doorman. The doors slide shut and the cat wiggles in your arms to see himself in the metal walls. Miguel twists and wiggles uncovering the towel fold by his face seeing a cat with umber eyes staring back. A cat! He got turned into a cat! He lets out a growl that turns into a yowl halfway through. He feels your body go rigid as he makes those sounds. “Hey, hey it's okay bud it's just you not another cat see.” you rub the side of his body calmly trying to calm him down. It didn't the cat kept growling and yowling at the reflection the whole ride but made no move to get out of your arms. Every frustration and stress in Miguel's mind, body, and soul rises to the surface as he keeps seeing his cat's reflection in the metal. He seemed to understand somewhat as he shrinks back into the towel growling softly. He has no idea how long it'll last if the spider-men back at HQ will find him. He sees his wristband nowhere on him not even Lyla could try to find him. The growling continues as he panics. You sigh having no idea how to calm him down so you adjust and tap in front of his reflection making him pause and look at you. “Good I got you’re attention, look I know you scared but I need you to calm down okay? You are safe with me You’re gonna get food and a bath and somewhere to sleep. We good bud?" His expression seems somewhat stressed and scared as he looks at you. should have bought some catnip for the poor guy.

Miguel continues to growl softly during the elevator ride. You are a kind person to pick up a lone cat you are he knows that and that's why you think he is just a cat someone left in an alley. thinking about what Lyla would say to him, probably treating it like a vacation. He huffs as he feels you walking forward and opening a door. The familiar ding, ding, ding as the door opens and shuts alerts him. It’s the same tone that plays when he uses the card for his apartment door. The wristband got him home to his universe to his apartment building. A moment of relief floods through him. If HQ figures out he's gone they won't have to go far. 

You get through your door and the smell of pasta sauce and noodles hits you. It hits Miguel too both your stomachs growling as you set him down on the couch. You put your hands on your hips after sitting him down. “Stay here I have to check some stuff be a good cat.” 

He shakes off the towel and sits on top of it. His newfound tail wraps around his paws as he watches you talk. He looks at you intently trying to figure out if he has seen around the building. You look back at him raising an eyebrow as this big lynx-looking cat stares at you like he’s a statute. “Okay, you are a strange cat but….good boy.” shaking your head you walk to the kitchenette stirring the spicy tomato creme sauce before dumping the campanelle and chicken into the sauce stirring it together you keep it on low before grabbing a bowl and hearing a knock at the door. Miguel watches you as you meander into the kitchen and towards the door as the knock is heard. He remembers helping you carry a big box to the elevator one day the in lobby. It must be a small world that you ended up finding him after he helped you. He jumps down from the couch and follows you to the door watching the delivery guy hand you the bags you ordered before getting him. You open the door to a cute delivery guy of course he is cute. “Hi thank you, how much?” he gives you a charming smile before answering “Oh yeah, 20. Is that your cat?” he takes the hand out of his pocket to gesture at your new friend. You look at the cat and nod noticing that he followed you to the door. “Yeah, I just got him today.” grab your wallet from your hoodie and hand him a 20. “Thanks see you around have a good one.” you nod awkwardly as the interaction ends. “Yeah you too!” you chirp back and shut the door letting out a sigh. “I'm done with social interaction today.” setting the bags on the coffee table before walking back to the kitchen and filling up your bowl. You look at the cat seeing him scurry to your side watching you. “You hungry too buddy?” Miguel tries to say yes but it comes out as mowww. He blinks in annoyance as the sound comes out. "I'll take that as yes, hang on." You set your bowl down again before going to the bags. You pull out a pack of toys, the scooper for the litter box, the cat bed that he's too big for, and finally the food. You go through the other bag and take out the brush, shampoo litter box and litter, and the food and water dishes. "All of this stuff is yours bud ....what am I gonna call you?"

 You look at him again he has brown fur that spikes out and is almost red? Eyes you didn't see that before. "Hmm, how about Drac?" Miguel blinks in annoyance again and lets out an annoyed mrrh sound. He'll never live that down if they find out.  "You made a sound and we'll go with it for now." He growls at you softly before watching you grab the food and bowls. "Ignoring the growl…this is supposed to be really good cat food so I hope you like it."  Miguel feels himself snarl, his fangs poking out a bit as he realizes he has to eat cat food. The smell of your dinner makes his stomach growl. He could try to cute you out a couple of bites from yours. His tail sweeps the floor in annoyance as he watches you prepare the food. It looked like human food the bag looked fancy but the food smelled different than what he was used to.  Setting it down by the balcony door you call to him “Here’s your food and water drac hope you like it buddy.” you grab your food and give him a pat on the head as you walk by. 

Miguel sinks a little as you touch him. Twice you’ve touched him and to his surprise, he isn't mad about it. It's been a very long time since he had affection it just saddens him a little that it takes him being a cat to get it.  “You okay bud?” after moving some of the cat stuff to sit and find something to watch you see Drac standing like a statue again looking confused and annoyed. If you had to guess. His ears twitch at your voice and he turns to look at you making a myrrh sound.  “Adjusting huh? Well, you probably won't like bath or me later.” You're talking to yourself more than Drac at this point as you focus on the rom-com on the TV. Taking a couple bites of the pasta makes your tongue tingle from the spices as you watch the lead bump into her ‘new love.’  He trots over to the food bowl as you talk and watch your movie. He gives a few sniffs before taking a couple of bites and immediately gaging. It tastes like a bad microwave dinner he would know Miguel has had a lot.  The lead gets asked out on a date as you hear a BLEAGH! From drac. Turning you see him lapping down water. “Oh, you don't like your cat food do you?” he trots over jumping onto the couch and sitting by your thigh. “Wha- no drac don't beg for my food.”  Miguel lets out a miaow and baps at your thigh with his big paw. he does it repeatedly, miaow bap, miaow bap, miaow bap. “Drac stop it you weird cat.” he lets out another miaow and grabs your fingers that hold your spoon as he tries to drag it towards himself.  “Oh my god, Drac really dude?!” he lets out an annoyed roaw as he keeps hopping a little and collides with the spoon greedily eating the pasta and chicken on it while making those greedy cat growl/gurgle as he scarfs it down. A pale red sauce covers the fur around his mouth coloring him as the food thief he is. God, it tasted good how long had it been since he had something to eat? He can’t remember. 

In between laughing you tsk at him. “Okay I think I know to fix this greedy butt.” you get up and grab his food bowl scooping some pasta into the food bowl hoping it'll get him to eat his cat food. “Okay try it now drac.” he licks his chops as he jumps and scurries over sniffing it and scarfing down the human food on top of it. Nodding you grab your bowl and eat beside him. You can hear him purr softly as he eats. “I think that's solved for now.” it takes a couple of minutes and you're done eating your bowl. You set it on the counter and set up the rest of the cat things you got for him.  Miguel zones out as he eats and hears you move around behind him. He licks his face after realizing he ate everything in the food dish. He laps up some water before seeing your shadow over him again. He lets out a mrrrh as you pick him up again. “Look I know this isn't going to be fun but it’s bath time drac.” Miguel’s eyes widen and he starts to wiggle in your hold. Bath! You going to give him a bath! Don't cats clean themselves? It's not like he would grab you up and wash you. Before he knows it his paws touch the metal of the skin and the presser of your hand on the space in between shoulder blades keeps him there.  All you hear is sad growling as you set him in the sink. “I know buddy I'm sorry but you need to be clean.” you make the water warm and cup it onto him before lathering up the soap on his fur. You hum a little as you get the soap on him.  Miguel wonders if it's the cat brain of this body or his brain that's freaking out before he feels your hands and nails lather and scrub his fur. It feels like when he gets his hair washed when he gets his hair trimmed. He can feel his body twitch and shrink down a little as he purrs.  You chuckle as he calms down. “See it feels nice huh? Like getting pets.” you start to cup off the water on his body humming still as he purrs. Running through your hands side to side making sure soap is completely out of his fur.  Miguel knows this is weird, once he becomes a human again and if you see him turn into one this is going to be awkward. How is he gonna explain to you? “Okay buddy I gotta do your face.” Miguel makes a confused mrrp sound before you trinkle water down his face and lightly massage soap into his muzzle.

Miguel keeps his eyes closed as you rinse the soap shortly after. The pressure of your hand on his shoulder blades lifts and he makes his body shake the water off earning a giggle to you. “Can't even escape that from a cat huh?” you scoop him up with a towel and clutch him to your chest.  “Couch time Drac.” he knows the drill by now settling into your arms and the towel as you flop onto the couch. Slowly you start to rub the towel against him drying him. You can hear him start to purr at the sensation. His eyes start to droop and shut as you dry him. He can feel himself purr again from the touch he isn't going to lie. This feels nice, eating dinner with someone, affection, the bath, your voice…okay maybe he's starting to like more than just the attention. He can hear your heartbeat start to lull him as his body warms up.  You can see him starting to fall asleep in your arms and kiss him on top of his head. He lets out a sleepy chirrup sound from the kiss. You can feel his paws flex outward and grab you. "Night Drac."  Even almost asleep he knows he's screwed, that kiss you gave him sealed it. He can feel you move after saying goodnight. That's when the sleep takes over.     Walking into your bedroom you set Drac down on the bed gently taking the towel off as he stretches out in his sleep. Turning your tv on and setting it on low you go to put the food up and turn off the lights before shuffling back in. Taking your hoodie off you throw it in the laundry hamper with the towel before crawling into bed.  Before dreams start he can feel your body dip into the bed. In his sleep haze, he lets out a mrrip sound as he moves and flops down next to your stomach seeking your body heat as he falls back asleep again.  You pet his side a couple of times watching his tail thump sleepy against the bed before wrapping your arms around your pillow and cuddling it before falling asleep yourself for the night.   In the morning a loud Ree! Reee! Ree! Reee! Engulfs the room starling Miguel awake. Looking down at himself he has his cat body still, he looks at the alarm clock and back at you still asleep. He stretches and walks towards your face looking at you still softly snoring away. He lets out a few meows and chirps in your ear but nothing. Huffing in annoyance he inches closer slowly reaching his paw out to pat your cheek. Watching how it squishes against his paw he lets out a louder meow. Luckily you let an annoyed groan.  “I hear it buddy thank you.” sighing a bit as you gently push his paw away to turn the clock off. stretching and rolling over turning it off you yawn and look at Drac. “Well, morning.”  He sits up watching you giving a softer meow. “You want some pets before I get ready for work?” if you had to bet money on something strange you'd bet it on the look of should I, your question brought onto his face. It takes him a minute until he inches forward. Reaching out you start to scratch under his chin making his eyes squint shut and purr again. 

He needs to get out more if this much attention is making him melt. The last few hours he's been with you have been calming for him. He wonders what your hands would feel like on his human skin instead of cat fur or in his hair touching his scalp as he cuddles into you after a hard day….this is getting complicated now. As he gets lost in thought your hands stop and he feels you lean over to kiss the top of his head again. The feeling makes him warm up and skink into the bed.  "You're such a weird cat Drac. I gotta get ready though as much as I wanna stay here." You toss the blanket from your legs and shuffle into your closet grabbing the blue plaid skirt, black tights, and black long-sleeved bodysuit. Today you had to shadow the anchorwoman on channel 19 before they let on or behind the camera. You aced your interview and the test report script so shadowing and taking notes today shouldn't be too hard. You set the outfit on the counter in your bathroom and walk back to grab your leather jacket and black Mary Jane's to sit by the door.          He watches you get ready for the day, this must be your usual routine. His mind starts to wander off again. Where would you work to dress up like that? Library? college? law office? He jumps down to get a closer look. As he lands he can feel his stomach flip and flutter. He lets out a confused mrrp sound as it continues. It quickly twists itself into nausea making his body feel like it's pulsing. He starts to pant and let out small yowling sounds. He scurries to the couch as he starts to gag and retch.  You made it into the bathroom changed fast into the outfit and started getting ready to do your makeup as you heard the odd noises coming from Drac. Heart sinking a little you start to worry was he sick? Is that why they dumped him? Walking out you look for him. He's pacing In Front of your couch he must have made it in there while you were getting things set up. "Buddy? Drac you okay?"  He hears your voice but the nauseous feeling and the newfound pain in his legs overpowers it as he gags and retches on the floor. The spell must be wearing off already. Panic adds to his body as he feels his limbs start to pull like taffy.  Slowly you walk around and look behind the couch seeing your cat puking and his limbs being twisted and pulled like a scene from a bad horror movie. Your heart sinks further as you close your eyes bracing for a quiet moment to grab him. You hope you can get him to a vet.  You get lost in panicked thoughts and Miguel’s in pain as orange light bursts through the room. it engulfs his body in searing heat and makes the inside of your eyelids light up. Cracks pops and groans fill the room as his body is returned to his normal human shape. His body shakes and twitches as the cold wood floor tames his feverish skin.  Opening your eyes you see a naked toned man on his stomach where your cat used to be. His skin looks like dewy gold in the lights of your apartment. You can tell he’s sick by the way his body shivers and sweats. Watching frozen you clear your throat not sure what to do. He shifts and looks back at you his eyes widening the color more red than when he was a cat. 

He sees you dressed up and looking at him in shock it's an awkward situation. He shakes his head trying to get rid of the hazy sick feeling overtaking him. “I-i can explain what happened I promise.” he tries to move and get up but, he falls back down his limbs feel like jello.  “Yeah you're going to have to, I don't know what in the fairy tale hell is going on but you owe me cat buster!”  Miguel laughs weekly “Yeah okay I owe you a cat, I swear I wasnt a cat cause of something weird, c-can I use your shower and I show and tell you everything?” you cross your arms and mull over his request. You hope this doesn't make you late for work. “Okay fine, nothing weird though I'll go get you a towel.” he turns to his side moving his arm so it covers his hips. His hair covers his face as he lays on the floor embracing the cold. “Thanks, I'll be quick promise.”  Walking back into your living room you lay the towel over him or at least try to with your eyes closed. “I can’t be late for work so if you can be quick that would be cool you know?” he nods and sits up wrapping the towel around himself it’s a little difficult sitting on the floor but he manages. “Could you help me up?” opening one eye to peak you see he’s covered fully and open them fully he really does look like the human form of the cat you picked up.  His hair even curls and spikes out like his fur. You reach out your hands for him to grab onto you, he grunts getting his feet under him and standing. “Jeez you're a big man.” he looks at you with an eyebrow raised. “I can't tell if that's an insult or a compliment?” you blush a little in embarrassment. “I-it’s not an insult your just tall a-and i haven't helped anyone like you walk somewhere.”  He chuckles again softly. “I know I'm messing with you, I'm sorry puked on your floor and you know was a cat briefly.” you can feel yourself melt a little. “It's okay will get it cleaned up. Let's get you clean first.” it was his turn to melt it was the same tone you used when he was a cat. “Mhm, that sounds familiar.” you roll your eyes. “Shut it.” he starts to laugh again.  “Nah I don't think so kinda like you this way.” 

…… And that's where I'm ending it for now mwahahaha!