#“oh my god kitty cat!! hi kitty silly kitty!!!!” *pets you* *pets you* *pets you*

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something about a god indulging in human pleasures is so amusing to me. like yeah it goes against my view of humanity but gotdamn this meatloaf is good

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MISS CRAZY CAT LADY. . . ✷ ﹙ MAX VERSTAPPEN ﹚

SUMMARY: when he dates her, everybody just know that his girlfriend is a crazy cat lady.

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yourusername it's been 1095 mornings ever since marc joins me in bed. and so much more to come<3 🎂🐈

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caption: just watched spiderman last night with jimmy and sassy (also max) but he's gone the whole movie, so i decided to surprise him😉

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yourusername i'm fine, and he just get his the bath on his life (arguably). but i promise we're good 😄👍

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maxverstappen1 it's been 8766 days since my crazy cat lady is being born!! happy birthday, lovely. more and more hours to be with you🫶🏻🫶🏻🎂🥳

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[mariclerc]

Soft fur | cl16

Summary: When your date with Charles takes an unexpected turn. Or when you have a new fluffy member in the family.

Warning: None, a lot of fluff from Charles and reader.

You and Charles have been dating for a long time, and occasionally you go on casual dates since you are both busy and hardly have time for a date as such, and today is one of those. You are both sitting in front of each other, the sun was coming through the window of the place, plates with half-eaten and delicious pastries occupy the space between you. You take a bite of a macaron, your eyes sparkle with delight.

“You're enjoying that, mon amour?” Charles asks while keeping a little smile on his face.

You nod with your mouth full. “Mmm! It's so light and airy, just like... Well, you.”

He chuckles. “Me? It's that because I'm sweet and fluffy? Flattery will take you so far, love.” He winks and reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers. You blush lightly, a shy smile playing on your lips.

Moments later, you walk hand in hand down a cobblestone street. The afternoon sun warms up your skin, and the gentle murmur of conversation hangs in the air while you talk about everything and nothing at the same time.

“...and then the girl screamed very loudly in the office, and I was scared, she screamed because there was a bug in her coffee cup, she started shaking the cup, spilling coffee all over the floor. I swear it was something out of a movie.”

“Oh god, I can imagine it, baby.” he said while laughing.

Suddenly you feel something soft against your ankle, you stop and look down at the floor to see fluffy siamese kitten nuzzling you leg. Its emerald eyes looked at you with great curiosity and innocence.

“Oh god Charles, look! It's a kitty! It's so small, oh my!” You say while gasping.

He kneels while extending a hand. “Hello there, little one. Where did you come from?”

The kitten rubs against his palm, purring contentedly. You watch, your heart melting at the beautiful sight.

“It's so cute. Can we pet it?”

He smiles. “Of course, mon ange.”

He gently picks up the kitten, cradling it in his arms. You reach out with a shy smile, tentatively stroking its soft fur. Memories of your childhood flood back: begging your parents for a pet, daydreaming about cuddling with a furry friend, or simply being your companion while you study.

“You know? I always wanted a kitten when I was younger. But my parents never let me had one.” You said with your voice a little brittle.

He notice your wistful expression. “Is that something you still want princess?”

“I don't know... It seems a bit silly now, being an adult and all.” You say a little hesitantly.

Looks at you intently. “Silly? I don't think it's silly love. If it makes you happy, it's not necessarily silly.”

He holds the kitten out to you. You hesitate for a moment, then cautiously take it in your arms. The warmth of its tiny body fills you with a sense of comfort and joy.

“Thank you Charles.” You say in a whisper.

He smiles warmly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Consider it an early Valentine's day present.”

You let out a little giggle and continue walking together, now with your new furry friend, which is quite comfortable in your arms, the sun light becomes brighter and more resplendent. After walking for a while, you and Charles stand in a bustling pet store, the kitten nestled comfortably in your arms. Shelves overflow with cat toys, treats, and colorful accessories.

“There are many options! What can we choose?” Your eyes are wide with wonder.

He chuckles. “Well, let's ask the experts, don't we?” He approaches a friendly-looking employee wearing a name tag that reads "Sarah." “Hi there! We found a little lost soul and are looking for the perfect essentials to welcome it home.”

“Oh, how adorable! What a lucky kitty. Let's see what we can do.”

Sarah guides you through the maze of cat supplies, explaining the differences between food brands, litter types, and scratching posts. You bombard her with questions, your excitement growing with each answer.

***

Later, you stand in your cozy apartment, transforming a small corner of the living room into a cat sanctuary. Charles helps you assemble a cat condo, set up a litter box, and fill bowls with food and water. The kitten, now sporting a cute red collar and named "Sparks" by you, explores its new territory with playful curiosity.

“All ready! What do you think Sparks? Happy with your new digs?” You say while wiping some sweat from your forehead caused by the work of arranging things.

Sparks rubs against your leg, purring loudly. You kneel down and scoop it up, burying your face in its soft fur. A contented sigh escapes your lips.

“You look radiant, mon bébé! Even happier than with the pastries.” He said while wrapping his arms around you.

“Maybe it's the pastries, maybe it's the kitten, but mainly it's you. Thank you for making this dream come true, Charles!” You say with a little smile on your face as you lean into him.

He kisses your forehead, his eyes filled with love. Sparks, sensing the affection, snuggles closer to you, completing the picture of perfect domestic bliss.

“Now we have a little family!” He says while having a smile on his face.

“Maybe later, a little human addition to the family?” You say in a whisper.

Charles's eyes widen in surprise, followed by a slow, teasing grin. “Mon ange, are you proposing?”

“Maybe...” You say while blushing. “But I think for now we are fine the way we are.”

You don't rule out the idea of ​​having a family in the future, whether near or distant, with Charles, but at the moment you guys are pretty good with Sparks and their fun and curious things that they do every day and that make them smile at the least expected moment, no matter how stressed or tired you both are, Sparks is always there to make you smile.

[lipglossanon]

Holy moly, I just got a random thought.🤭

Puppy/Kitty reader in heat, I've gotta know how the Leon's would react, if you can come up with any thoughts or headcannons !! 🥰

I'll also start providing silly cat pictures in my asks <33

Ahhh! Please, I love cat memes 🥹 💜

Ooh the ole reverse uno 👀 I’ll use puppy!reader since I think it would be easier to think up some stuff 🤭

So after writing this I must say, I like this more than I thought 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 🤭

Stepdad Leon:

“Mm yeah my pretty pup just needed daddy to stuff her little hole huh? Yeah she did,” he chuckles meanly, slapping your ass before pulling on your tail to make you whine.

“God, fucking tight, should’ve been getting my dick wet sooner.”

Sweet Stepdad:

“Oh honey,” he coos, petting your soft ears and tail just making you drip even more slick all over his lap as you grind down on his hard cock.

“Shh, shh, I gotcha, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good. Gonna breed that hot pussy til your all knocked up, how’s that sound?”

Dark Stepdad:

“This pussy’s fucking sucking me in, beautiful,” he groans, humping deeper into your soaked cunt, “you just needed daddy to mount you and fill up this empty little pussy.”

He pushes you down onto the bed until your upper half is flat and ass raised, “Perfect, so perfect. All that’s left is to knock you up, fill that cute hole with all of daddy’s cum til he breeds your tiny cunt.”

Stepbro Leon:

“Oh fuck,” he groans as you bounce on his cock, drool dripping from your panting mouth down onto his chest, ears flopping and breasts jiggling.

“Yeah fucking ride my cock,” he snaps his hips up into your harder making you whimper, “take it, want my cum? Fuck, don’t worry, you’ll get my load deep in that wet fucking pussy.”

Subby Stepbro:

He’s practically smothering you with his body, rutting his cock deep into your needy pussy.

“So fucking good,” he whines, pressing your hands above your head, fingers linked together, “you can use me anytime you get like this, oh fuck.”

You lick into his panting mouth, drool and spit dripping everywhere making you grind up into his rolling thrusts.

“You’re so hot inside, ‘m gonna cum so hard,” he whimpers against your neck, “can’t stop humping your cunt, oh god, wish I could knot you, would love to keep you stuck on my cock all night.”

[khoipyan]

stroke of luck, meow.

after an accident in the science lab, you’re suddenly stuck in the body of a tiny kitten for who knows how long? fortunately for you, crewel decided that turning into a tiny cat was punishment enough… BUT, you were handed over to the tweels.

characters; floyd leech, jade leech

warnings; no major ones, you’re turned into a tiny kitty for the duration of this, can be seen as romantic or platonic, gn!reader

notes; oh my god i love cats cats are so fluffy mwhahagdhwyw tiny silly silly

floyd leech

how entertaining! such a sweet, tiny kitty like you in the arms of a 6’3 chaotic leech twin. what could absolutely go wrong?

floyd keeps forgetting that you’re an absolutely tiny cat scouring around the floors mostro lounge, definitely. where did shrimpy go? oh, he toootally forgot you’re that tiny cat on one of the tables. sorry!

you're so tiny, so small and so cute, but also very fragile and... vulnerable. hey, why are you looking at him like that? hey, don't run away! a tiny kitty like you isn't very fast compared to regular him anyways.

he adores chasing you around mostro lounge, especially when the lounge itself is open and running. he sees it as a fun little game... of tag, or hide and seek! but why is he always it? because he likes chasing you.

in one of his bad moods, he'll allow you to loaf sit on his lap (or just a leg, since you're small, you know?) as he's just lying around. to relieve his stress, he likes patting your fluffy coat of fur. who doesn't cheer up when petting a cat?

by the time you're back to a regular person, floyd is disappointed that you aren't as small as he remembered. but at the same time, he's glad that you're back!

now let him give ya a squeeze.

jade leech

the more responsible one of the two, of course!

floyd often forgets to feed you, and you're left meowing beside the food bowls that they had put out for you. but jade is such an angel, isn't he? he even makes sure to occassionally treat you with lactose-free milk in your water bowl.

(most if not all cats are 'lactose-intolerant' because they lack the enzyme lactase)

he had to resist for a bit, but the temptation was too much. jade might have never gotten the opportunity for this again! he'll carry you on his shoulder while taking orders. hang on tight, or else you'll fall!

it might not look like it, but jade enjoys bathing you more than anything (especially in the sinks of mostro lounge, he thinks it's funny). you're so tiny in his hands as you're being crowded and swarmed with bubbles, it's almost laughable in a good way.

and he loves the way your fur fluffs up after tending to it with a hairdryer. where did he even get that from, why did he have it with him in the first place?

jade spoils you too much throughout the time you're a kitten, but why? well, you certainly find out that it was just a short break for you and him before he starts teasing you.

jade's smile shows off all of his sharp teeth, "so what were the events that led up to--"

"none of your business! little accident, big deal!"

"but i took much care and even pampered you, wouldn't you care to enlighten me even just a little bit?" he sheds a fake and non-existant tear. it's back to the usual, it seems.

however, i think he enjoys it better this way.

— due to be edited at anytime —

[mercur1e]

Just a silly thought i had- what if the god of war characters were adorable cats???

Okay so Kratos would be named Kittos, and he’d be a white maine coon with a scar on his eye! (deep down he’s a black cat to me though) OH AND HE’D HAVE A CRUNCHY MEOW!! You’d have to slowly earn his trust for him to feel comfortable with you petting him or getting near his baby. Otherwise he will hiss and bite. He comes and goes as he pleases.

Atreus would be Mewtreus, and he’d be a little orange tabby kitty!! He’ll always be following behind his papa💗 He has a high pitched meow that slightly deepens as he becomes a teenager.

Faye would be a pretty orange Norwegian forest cat, who Mewtreus got his looks from. Her name would be the same because I think it’s just so pretty. A soft, light meow and she’s very watchful yet playful! For an outdoor cat she’s not very dirty at all!

Freya would be a Balinese cat and Freyr would be a Balinese or Siamese cat! Their names would be Mewa and Mewer :) Mewer really loves his uh…cat grass. He cuddles nicely and has a stuffed toy boat named Skiðblaðnir that he loves very much💖

Mimir would be an Oriental shorthair because he loves to talk, and oriental shorthairs are too! Of course i’m going to name him Mewmir😂 He’d be a sweet little kitty who needs a kitty wheelchair but trust he’s always on bumpers when it’s time to fight! He loves pets and will meow until you give him what he wants.

Sindri would be a Sphynx cat but has patches of hair, and Brok would too but he’d be bald(totally NOT because Brok is a skirted egg) They have skippty pap sessions sometimes but they’ll put aside their differences quickly. Sindri loves his personal space, but Brok also loves Sindri’s personal space.

Thor would be an orange persian cat who is fiercely protective of his last daughter, Mewed. (I’m not very creative with the names I know) He will hiss and swat at anyone that gets too close to his baby except for Sif. Has a deep meow and beautiful coat.

Baldur is an Abyssinian and only lets those close to to him pet him, and does not like his mother. He is an outdoor cat that will only come back every blue moon. Kittdur loves to hunt, and would bring back dead prey to as presents.

Sif would be named Sniff and is a Siberian Forest cat! She won’t meow much, but when she does it’s very adorable.

Odin would also be an either an Oriental shorthair because he also talks A LOT !! If not an oriental cat, he’d be a Cornish Rex. Meowdin would be one of those cats that steps on your face in the middle of your night.

Angrboda would be an adorable Calico Kitty!!!! Meowgrboda is her name🫶🏽 She and Mewtreus will cuddle on occasion. She’s the kind of kitty who will stay in your arms all night and snuggle you! She loved to be picked up and enjoys challenging toys. She’s an adorable indoor cat who loves her toys!

Heimdall would be named Hissdall and is a Turkish Van who hisses at everyone except his owner. Will swat at other cats and enjoys his solitude. He tried to bite Mewtreus one time and Kittos didn’t take kindly to that.

Týr would be a brown oriental shorthair, is surprisingly very quiet for his breed but sweet as can be! Will circle around your legs for pets! Has the trademark honk meow and it’s a true treat to hear it.

Do you guys know that one cat meme and it’s just like cuddled nicely vs. bit my ass? Yeah that’s Mewer and Hissdall.

This was fun to write!! I’d would like to write about the Valkyries as cats next, would anyone be interested in seeing that? Please let me know if you are! :)

[fluffyfantasticducky]

Good Night, Little Darling

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: You tickled Loki silly, now it's his turn to mess with his little dove.

☆ Word Count: 852, sorry, I'm still burnout, but good news I'm free! for the rest of the year.

☆ Notes: Mini sequel to "Push my Nightmares Away" I had a bit of free time and finally peace of mind, so, here it is. Part two!

☆ Warnings: Short, that's it, it's short tooth-rotting tickle fluff. Kinda sexual tension? I guess? Not very proof-read..

“But I would like my revenge first.” 

“Oh, noho! No, no, no, no, no!” you warned him “No, Lohoki no!” 

You grabbed Loki’s wrist as he began to skitter his fingers over your side. Not that you were really upset about it, or really fighting you off. 

“Ehehe, no Lohohoki!” you giggled softly. “Wehehe’re gohonna wake-up, sohohomeone!” 

He seemed to agree as he settled his hands above your waist, resting them gently yet firmly enough not to tickle you. 

“Don’t worry then, dear” Loki smiled teasingly, “I can be very gentle… maddeningly gentle…” 

You bit your lip to hold back the laughs as he sneaked his hands underneath your shirt, knowing how much it flustered you. Your smile began quivering it’s way on your lips. 

“Ah, darling, your skin is so warm… and soft… it’s so… delightful” he whispered as he leaned to gently rub his nose against your neck. 

Now this was just cruel, he knew painfully well that when he spoke softly and slowly like this his breaths tickled you silly. You tried squirming away. 

“Ah ah ah… pet” he purred gently his tongue with a grin. “Do not squirm away come back.” 

He wiggled his finger, commanding you to return towards him. And for some unknown, unexplained reason… your body obeyed, it was beyond reason, you just felt safe with him, and you wanted to feel him close to you… so, before you thought about it, you had obeyed his tender request. 

“Such a good pet” he teased you . 

“Dohon’t call mehe pehehet, jerk!” 

“Sorry, darling, getting on your nerves is too entertaining” he chuckled as he sneaked his fingers to gently scratch underneath your arms. “Like when I do this.” 

He laughed evilly as he went back to giving soft bites to your neck as he went squeezed and prodded your sides and ribs, making you cave into silent whispery laughs as he continued to trace his fingers against your skin, filling you with kisses and loving praise throughout it all. 

Maddening for sure, but god damn, you wouldn’t trade this playful torture for all the treasures of the world. 

But when he sneaked his hands to tickle the back of your ribs you went to hold his wrists while tapping his forearms. 

He relented and gently wrapped his arms around you, turning the tickle trap into a warm hug, as pressed his forehead against your shoulder, breathing deeply as he felt your body still convulsing slightly from the residual laughter. Rubbing your skin firmly to help you get rid of the tingly sensation. 

“I love you” he sighed. 

It always melted your heart when Loki said «I love you» first, it had taken him a long time to get used to hearing it on a regular basis, let alone saying it unless being told first. 

Thor said it was like his little brother had been beyond reborn, being more affectionate than way back before his downfall. Smiling more than he had ever in his life, and even making him laugh was so much easier since your relationship. You’d always respond that it wasn’t because you were special, Loki had grown a lot and it had been everyone’s acceptance that allowed Loki to feel safe. 

But maybe, a part of you did feel special for getting to see such a vulnerable side of the devious and devilishly handsome God of Mischief. 

“You’re such a kitty cat” you giggled. 

Loki growled and with a soft green beam a pair of pointy fuzzy ears and a furry cat tail that was wagging happily. 

“Like this?” he asked smugly. 

“Sort of, yes, you dork” you smiled, “gosh, what am I gonna do with you?” 

“I have a few things in mind…” he said seductively. 

Before you could return the comment, a yawn interrupted you, quickly passing on to the former prince. 

“What about sleeping?” you suggested sheepishly. 

“I’d like that very much, love” he yawned, eyes already closed. I hope you don’t mind me holding onto you like this, princess. You’re deliciously warm, I really meant that.” 

“You’re awfully convincing,” you turned and squirmed to get comfortable. 

You were laying on your side, facing Loki, chest to chest, and you curled up to rest safely in your boyfriend’s arms. 

“Good night, baby” you smiled” 

“Good night, little darling.” 

As you were relaxing, you felt your hand brushing against Loki’s stomach, and you could resist the urge of giving his tummy a gentle, playful scratch. 

“Hehey…” he smiled, “Do not cause trouble pretty minx, I’d like to sleep.”  

“Not even a threat?” you mocked him, “my, my... Someone’s in a good mood.” 

“I suppose you're right,” he chuckled as he pressed a soft kiss against your nose, “you can thank my little darling for that.”

You started at him lovingly, as he stretched with a little yawn, his breathing relaxed as he fell asleep once again. And once seeing your beloved trickster sleeping soundly, you allowed yourself to sleep as well.

Masterpost |

[dreemurr-skelememer]

I hope this isn’t annoying(?) I’ve just been feeling very much in a writing mood and I was inspired lol so here take this

submitted by @shandycandy278

SHANDYYYYYYY THIS IS SO SOSOSOSOOOOO CUTE UWUAUWAAWAWAAAA I WANT TO CRY AT THEIR LITTLE ANTICS.

it's such a loving moment of joy and peace......oh my god.......... (holds them iunmy hands)

i love that theyre having so much fun......god i want this to last forever

shandy's drabble underneath!

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PaperJam was a bit confused.

“PJ, why don’t you play with Nightmare for a bit.” His Papa encouraged, hand gently rubbing PaperJam’s skull. “Dr- Sunny and I are going to be talking a bit.”

“But Nightmare’s your name?” PaperJam looked up from the other child and at his Papa, who had an amused smile on his face.

“We’re both called Nightmare, we have the same name. Like how Killer, Dust, and Horror sometimes get called Sans. You remember that, yes?”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s a very similar thing to that. I know, why don’t you show Nightmare your toys in your room?”

“Oh!” Okay! PaperJam hugged his Papa’s leg, and then walked over to the other kid, who had been looking at him from beside the other skeleton.

“Hi Nightmare!” He said, habitually signing as he did so. “I’m PJ!”

“Hi PJ!” Nightmare waved.

“Do you wanna come play with me? We can play with my blocks. And my dragon!”

Nightmare gasped, looking up at the other skeleton and tugging at his hand. “Sunny! Sunny can I go play? I wanna see the blocks and the dragon!”

“Ah- yes, you can go. Have fun with PJ, alright?”

“Okay!”

“Follow me!” PaperJam waved for Nightmare to follow, rushing down the hall. “My room is this way!”

“Hehehe, okay!” It didn’t take long before they got there. PaperJam opened the door with a grunt, rushing in and crawling onto his bed. He grabbed his dragon and then crawled off, holding it up.

“This is my dragon!”

“Woah!” Nightmare gasped. “That’s such a cool dragon!”

“Hehe, thank you! Do you wanna hold her?”

“Yes please!”

PaperJam passed the dragon to Nightmare.

“Thank you!” Nightmare hugged the dragon close and then passed it back.

“You’re welcome!” PaperJam signed, although he tucked his dragon into his overalls.

“Are you made of the black stuff?” Nightmare asked, head tilted.

“Yeah! It’s called ink!” PaperJam held his arms out to his sides to show it off before posing with his hands on his hips, huffing. “Papa and Mr. Sci say I’m a skelly-ink-ton! I’m my own kind of monster! The only one!”

“Wow!” Nightmare gasped. “I’m made of black stuff too! But I’m not a skelly-ink-ton. It’s my magic!” PaperJam watched Nightmare concentrate, and black tendrils like his papas grew from his back, the black stuff leaking out of one of his sockets. “See? Sunny says that it means I’m very strong!”

“Woah, that’s so cool!” PaperJam cheered. “You look like my Papa like that! I can make something like that too, but it doesn’t last long. And I get really hungry after!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Horror says my tummy’s a black hole.”

“What’s a black hole?” Nightmare tilted his head. PaperJam almost responded, but he stopped.

“Uhh, I dunno. We can ask Papa later. But Horror said it meant that I have a BIG appetite!”

“That’s silly.” Nightmare giggled, tendrils wagging behind him.

“It is a little bit. So… what do you wanna play?”

“I dunno. Uh…” Nightmare looked around PaperJam’s room and then looked back at him. “Whatever you wanna play!”

“What I wanna play?” PaperJam thought for a moment and then jumped up. “Oh! I know? But we’ve gotta be REALLY quiet, okay?”

“Okay!”

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“PJ! PJ!” Nightmare tugged at PaperJam’s shoulder, pointing. “Look! There’s kitty cats!”

“Yeah! Those are Killer’s cats.” PaperJam grunted as he pushed Killer’s desk chair towards Killer’s closet, climbing onto it. “If you sit down, they’ll let you pet them! But you gotta be really gentle.”

“Hehe, okay!” Excited, Nightmare sat down. One of them went up to him and sniffed at him. Nightmare reached out and pat the cat’s head, and it let him, meowing.

It was such a cute kitty cat! Nightmare smiled brightly as he pet the cat, giggling when it head-butted his skull. So silly!

“Here!” Nightmare looked at where PaperJam was as PaperJam hopped down from the chair. He had some kind of weird back full of colorful sticks, and he was holding some kind of toys in his hands. “These are nerf guns!”

“Nerf guns?” Nightmare accepted the one PaperJam handed to him, looking over it curiously. “What does it do?”

“It shoots foam!” PaperJam giggled, grabbing Nightmare’s free hand and tugging him. “Come on! Let’s go find Papa and Sunny! We can surprise them, and I’ll teach you how to shoot them!”

“Oh! Hehe, okay!” Excited, Nightmare quickly followed PaperJam.

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“Shh!” PaperJam hushed as they snuck along the wall to the room where Sunny and Papa were talking. “We gotta be stealthy.”

Nightmare nodded in understanding, nerf gun locked and loaded as he held his finger to his teeth. “Shhh.”

“Yeah!” PaperJam nodded, and together they snuck into the room.

“-are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” PaperJam heard his Papa say to Sunny. “Really, I don’t have much of an idea as to what I’m doing. But I think a big part of what’s going on for you isn’t from anything you’ve done or that you can do.”

“But-“

“Those people are not good people. I can see you know that. I don’t know how different it was from mine, if any different at all, but they are stubborn.”

PaperJam looked over at Nightmare and nodded. Nightmare nodded back, holding up his nerf gun.

“I… yeah, I know. I just-“

“NOW!” PaperJam yelled, aiming and shooting at his papa. Nightmare popped up from behind him, shooting at Sunny too. Both of them jumped, turning to look at them.

“What-“

“Now run!” PaperJam squealed, grabbing Nightmare’s hand. Nightmare giggled, quickly following him as they ran out of the room.”

“Nighty?!” He heard Sunny call out after them, but PaperJam was too busy giggling as he ran around the corner.

Oof-!

He fell back on his butt with Nightmare, looking up. What had happened? What did he run into-

Oh.

Oh it was Killer.

PaperJam wasn’t supposed to use the nerf guns without permission! Oh no!

PaperJam scrambled up, hiding his nerf gun (poorly) behind his back. “Ah! Killer!”

“Heya, kiddo.” Killer grinned down at him, knowingly, and PaperJam shrunk under his gaze. Oh, he was in trouble. He had just wanted to have fun with his new friend! But he forgot Kilker’s rule. “Are you two having fun?”

“Yeah!” Nightmare cheered, unaware of the trouble they were in. PaperJam opened his mouth to apologize, but before he could, Killer pulled out a nerf gun pointed at him.

“Well, you two better run off then!” Killer said with a snicker. “Or I’m gonna get ya!”

“NO!” Nightmare squealed, turning and running the other way. PaperJam stared up at Killer, a bit in shock. Killer winked down at him, gesturing with his nerf gun for PaperJam to run on.

“Well? What are ya waiting for?” He asked.

Oh.

Oh!

Grinning, PaperJam quickly turned and ran after Nightmare.

This was gonna be so fun!

[saivenay]

Safe place .•°•. Fade

cw: gn!reader, lots of softness and comfort, fade might seem ooc idk but that's how i see her

wc: 2300

Dealing with nightmares on one's own requires being alone, and that comes with loneliness.

That's what Fade felt most of the time.

Although loud and confident on the battlefield, she kept to the sidelines at headquarters. She preffered solitude, and when she was around people, she'd rather listen than participate actively in conversations. And if she did participate in the conversation, she would quiet down the moment it turned to personal topics.

When asked about something private, she would either answer reclutantly or shrug her shoulders. She would speak little but sensibly, often sarcastic and with a slight hint of black humor. Her favourite pastime was baiting younger duelists into some pointless, heated discussions and watching the chaos from afar.

You found her intriguing ever since the first time you saw her and you've tried to approach her multiple times but there was never a good enough opportunity to talk.

Until one night.

You woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, so you found yourself in the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboard for your mug. You were tapping your fingernails and humming while waiting for the filter jug to filter your water. When you finally filled your mug, you turned around.

And you almost dropped the mug.

"Oh my fucking god." You placed your free hand on your chest. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

On the table was sitting a heap of shadows with bright red eyes. It cocked its head to the side at your words and blinked a few times. It reminded you of some cartoon cat.

You rolled your eyes and smiled slightly at the prowler.

"Well, you're cute so I forgive you. Why are you even here?"

You perched on the edge of a couch. At first the prowler kept his eyes on you, but eventually he curled up into a ball and rested his head on his tail. Though he was evidently getting ready for a nap, he glanced at you or wiggled his tail whenever you made a sound.

You wanted to keep his attention, so you were clicking your tongue and humming. The prowler seemed to like it. He even was reacting to kitty-kitty.

With his eyes closed, he was barely noticeable in the shadows of the room. He had no fur nor skin like other animals. Curious about how he would feel under your palm, you reached out to stroke him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't-"

You yanked your head up towards the source of the sound, seeing Fade. She was sitting on the windowsill, her back against the wall.

The prowler suddenly snapped. Maybe if you hadn't been distracted, you'd have taken your hand in time.

"Ah, shit," you hissed, withdrawing your arm and inspecting it. Your palm had two pairs of prowler's tooth marks. The creature snorted and slid off the table.

So much for the new pet friend.

"-touch him." Fade finished. "My bad, should've warned you earlier. He's not friendly with strangers. Just give him some time."

"No, it's fine. It's just a little bite. I'm gonna be okay," you reassured, shaking your head. "It's three am, why are you awake at this hour?"

Fade shrugged her shoulders.

"Not tired," she answered shortly. There was silence after that and, well, it was awkward so you excused yourself and left.

Everything in small steps; if the prowler needed time, so probably did its owner.

. •°• .

Sometimes you would deliberately set your alarm clock for something between midnight and four in the morning in order to go to the kitchen under the pretense of getting a drink of water. The odds of meeting Fade were about fifty percent.

At first, she kept her distance and limited herself to answering your questions; over time, instead of moving away when you sat next to her, it was her who would willingly sit next to you.

She would ask questions. Sometimes deeper ones, sometimes silly ones. And well, it was the middle of the night, when people are the most open.

You were telling her whatever came to your mind, and she would enjoy listening to you.

More and more often she would also share something about herself, although usually it was not any important information. You didn't mind that; you were happy to see her opening up to you.

The prowler would let you stroke it for a while and would even jump on your lap sometimes, but it would run away after a few minutes. He didn't like sleeping on you.

"That's the way he is," Fade had once said. "I doubt he'll get any closer to you than he is now."

. •°• .

One night Fade was more tired than usual. She was sipping her coffee, fighting sleep as she listened to you talk about your last dream.

"What's the best dream you've ever had?" you asked. She genuinely thought about it but wasn't able to give you an answer.

"No idea. I haven't had a pleasant dream for ages. Only nightmares," she explained. "I see people I have lost. I see losing them, them being tortured, them hurting. The nightmares are blaming me for every bad thing that happened in my life. I used to be sure that it's not true, that it wasn't only my fault but... I'm not so sure anymore."

Oh.

You covered her palm with yours and squeezed it, trying to comfort her a bit. She flinched, but didn't withdraw her hand.

"I'm sorry you have to go through this," you said quietly. She shook her head.

"I knew what I was signing myself for when I took my powers. Abilities for sanity and comfort," she chuckled grimly. "It's been worse, though. I've been able to sleep in recently."

She sighed and rested her head against the back of the couch. Her eyes we're closed.

"The nightmares aren't as severe as usual. Maybe it's because of you." Fade smiled slightly. "Maybe you're calming me down. At least that's what you do to my prowler."

. •°• .

Fade rarely let her guard down.

Opening up meant being vulnerable. It meant revealing information that could be used against her. But most importantly, it meant getting attached.

With you, however, she relaxed easily. That's why it was so effortless for her to say too much and cringe about it the following day.

The first time realised she said too much for her liking, she avoided you for the next few days. This made you worry; did you do something wrong? At first you endured those quiet days but eventually anxiety took over and you found yourself on the doorstep of Fade's room.

You knocked gently on the door while playing with your fingers. You could see that she was stressed too, when she opened the door.

"Uh, hello," you said awkwardly.

"Hi." She let you in, pointing to your bed, and you both sat on its edge.

You didn't know where to start, but Fade spoke up.

"Look, I want to apologize for the way I've been behaving. It's just..." she began, clearly avoiding your gaze and being tense overall. She laughed nervously. "God, I'm pathetic."

"You're not," you replied immediately. "If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay. I only want to know if I did something that made you back away. Are you... tired of me?"

"No!" she said vehemently. She paused for a second, as if surprised by her own response, then cleared her throat and continued calmer. "No, please don't think like that. You did everything right, the problem's in my head."

You nodded. You understood what she meant.

""Okay, that's all I needed. You don't have to say how you feel if you're not ready. I don't want to pressure you," you reassured her.

Fade didn't look convinced.

“Communication is the basis for everything. It sucks a bit if I can't tell you directly what the problem is," she mumbled bitterly.

"You're right," you couldn't disagree. "But the fact that you're aware of it is half the battle. You're trying to communicate, and that's enough for now. Don't force anything."

"Thank you. And again, I'm sorry."

Fade slowly lifted her head, finally looking at you. Some of the stress left both you and her, and only now you noticed how exhausted she was.

You got out of bed, planning to give her a chance to go to sleep, but she grabbed your hand.

"Wait- can you... stay here for a while?" she asked quietly. "Only if it's okay with you, of course."

You complied and sat on the edge of the bed again. Fade seemed a little hesitant, as if she herself had no idea what was she doing.

"I don't know. Just talk to me, like you always do. I missed it."

You told her some stories from your chikdhood. Sometimes she chuckled or nodded to encourage you to continue.

The prowler that hid when you entered the room slowly crept closer and closer to you and at some point you interrupted the story to try to gain his favor. Eventually he rubbed against your leg, and when you reached out to him - you don't touch him, you just bring your hand closer - he swiped you with his cheek.

Of his own free will he climbed onto your lap and sat on them and you wanted to show that miracle to Fade but you realized she was sleeping.

"Psst," you whispered to the prowler. "On a scale of one to ten, how awkward that conversation was?"

He only snorted.

You were planning to leave her room the moment she fell asleep but now, with the prowler on your lap... you didn't have the heart to leave it, so you moved to the armchair in the corner of Fade's room and fell asleep with the prowler on your lap.

. •°• .

Fade had more of those vulnerable moments during which she would distance herself from you for a few days, but eventually would come back to you on her own when you weren't pushing her. You didn't try to force it out of her shell, being completely fine with the scraps that Fade offered you. You gave her support and distance at the same time.

That's when she started craving more.

She was constantly pushing her barriers. She seeked contact with you, allowed you to enter more and more into her personal space.

As a fully independent person, she preferred to act alone. Even when in a group, she did not always rely on teamwork. She'd rather oversee everything herself instead of relying on the comms of other agents.

Intimacy has been foreign to her for a long time and although she was terrified of showing her weaknesses, letting her guard down even for a while felt so good, even when she didn't really know what to do with herself after it happened.

"Isn't it annoying?" she asked once.

"What is?" you asked back.

"Me. You doing all those things for me when I dont have anything to offer back." she murmured.

"It's not," you answered "because you offer back your time and attention. And I keep telling you stupid things, but you still don't think I'm stupid."

Fade smiled and rolled her eyes.

"And... i feel safe with you." you added hesitantly, hoping you weren't not pushing Fade's boundaries. "You're my safe place."

. •°• .

Over time, you have developed a quite healthy relationship with mutual communication.

Fade hasn't stopped having phases of pushing you away, though. You knew it was her subconscious defense mechanism for letting someone into her life after she had lost so much, and Fade knew that you knew it.

She just couldn't help but feel angry and frustrated with herself for confusing you.

"How the fuck are you still here?" she asked. "I keep pulling you in and pushing you out all the time. Why aren't you tired of that?"

"Because I can see what you're doing," you answered. "You push me away because you're scared of being hurt again. But, Fade, I'm not going to leave you. I'm here for you, okay?"

You reached your hand towards her face, wanting to stroke her cheek with the back of your hand. She grabbed your wrist when you were inches from her skin. She looked between your eyes, you saw a hint of desperation in her gaze as she pleaded:

"Promise it. I keep losing everyone I love, so please promise me you won't leave."

You grabbed her face with both your hands. Caressing her cheeks gently, you smiled softly.

"I promise."

Even though it was her who asked for it, she took a second to process your response. She looked like she didn't believe you, but as soon as you smiled even wider, waiting for her move, something in her snapped.

She cupped your chin and leaned in, placing a single kiss on your lips. But she didn't back down completely, waiting for an answer. As you parted your lips and your body leaned to her, she closed the distance between you, initiating a longer kiss.

Her lips were soft and gentle, as was her touch as she pulled you even closer. You two took your time celebrating this moment of intimacy, enjoying how the other fit perfectly in your arms.

Even when Fade broke the kiss, she didn't pull away immediately. Instead, she kissed your forehead and hugged you.

"You're my safe place, too."

. •°• .

It got only easier after that.

As Fade got more comfortable with you, she took the lead and was initiating all the dates and next steps in your relationship.

You were always there for her when she started to fear losing you, and your support in those moments meant literally everything for her.

She also was there for you whenever you needed her, helping you get through whatever demons you were fighting.

Dealing with nightmares on one's own requires being alone, and that comes with loneliness.

It's a good thing you had each other.

[kyokittymeow]

Acronix's Kitten

Have another oneshot!

I got inspiration from @ninjakitten1699 's post. Giving the twins a cat is the best thing ever 😭❤️

Acronix was lying on the sofa, idly typing on his phone. Nothing was going on today. It was boring as hell. Sighing, he put the phone down and looked at his brother, who was sitting at his desk, reading a book.

"Kruuuux," he shouted. However, his twin didn't respond. "Kruxieeee!" He kept trying. "Stop being annoying," Krux grumbled irritably. "But I'm soo bored."

"That's not my problem," he replied, still staring at his book.

"Now it is."

Krux removed his silly reading glasses and glared at his younger brother. "Sometimes you act like an pubescent teenager." Acronix grinned. "And you're acting like a spoilsport!" He slid off the sofa and stretched his limbs.

"You know what? I'm going out for a bit. It's too boring for me here." Krux eyed him intently. "Fine. But don't get caught."

"Don't worry bro! I got a disguise after all," Acronix said, putting on his hood.

"And don't stay away too long!" his brother called after him. "Okay, Mom!"

Acronix happily strolled along the asphalt and watched the hustle and bustle of the townspeople. As always, he was fascinated by the huge buildings or the fast cars. He just couldn't understand why Krux hated this great modern world. It was all so much cooler than the old, boring junk from forty years ago!

Acronix was so absorbed in his surroundings that he almost missed the little white kitten crouched under a bench. He stopped abruptly as it began to meow pitifully. "Oh my god!" he gasped and squatted down.

"Where do you come from?" The kitten mewed even louder. Acronix gently petted it and it began to purr. "You're the cutest thing I've ever seen!" he said delightedly.

The kitten padded out from under the shelter of the bench and brushed its head against Acronix's leg. It was so tiny and its fur was so fluffy. It must have been only a few months old. "Don't you have anyone to look after you? Are you all alone?"

The cat stared up at him with wide eyes. Acronix sighed. "Who would do such a cruel thing...?" As dirty and skinny as it was, he could only assume it was a street cat.

"What should I do with you?" he thought. "Should i take you home with me?" The kitten mewed. Acronix grinned. "Would you like that?" Another meow. "Then it's settled! You're coming with me!"

He carefully carried the kitten in his arms and hurriedly walked back to the museum. As he stood in front of the base's secret entrance, he paused. Krux certainly wouldn't be happy if he suddenly came back with a cat. He knew him that well.

"Kitty, you have to be quiet now, okay?" he said softly. "My brother shouldn't see you!" The white furball blinked at him. Acronix slipped it inside his jacket and then entered the base.

On quiet feet he moved in the direction of the room. "Nix? Back already?" He heard Krux' voice from another room. Acronix flinched and wanted to flee as quickly as possible when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He cried out in surprise and turned around. "H-hey! Don't scare me like that!" His brother raised an eyebrow skeptically. "What's the matter with you? And why are you already here again?"

"I-i'm fine! And I didn't feel like it, so I came back."

There was silence.

"Um...I'm going to my room now, okay? Byeee!" Acronix finally wanted to leave, but Krux blocked his way. "Why are you so weird?"

"I'm not!"

"You are."

"Let me pass!"

Suddenly, a pitiful meow came from his jacket. "What was that?" Acronix faked a cough to drown out the meowing. "I have no idea what you mean!" His brother was getting impatient. "Stop this nonsense! You're hiding something."

Acronix bit his lip nervously. "Please don't freak out now..." Hesitantly, he took the kitten out of his jacket. Krux's eyes widened in horror. His gaze darted between Acronix and the cat.

"That's a joke, right?" he asked dryly. "Acronix, why are you bringing a cat home?"

"She was all alone!", the younger one explained. "And look how emaciated she is! She probably hadn't had anything to eat for a long time."

He scratched her gently behind the ear and she started to purr loudly. "Can I keep her?"

"That's out of the question."

"Oh, come on!" Acronix whined. "I've always wanted a pet!"

"But we don't have room for a flea-infested furball here!" his older brother interjected. "Take it to an animal shelter. It's better off there." Acronix made a sad face and hugged the kitten. "But she's so cute! Please, big bro, make an exception!"

He was staring at him with the cutest puppy-eyes he could do. Most of the time he could persuade him that way. "Forget it." Krux folded his arms across his chest. "You won't get away with it this time!"

He actually got away with it. It took a while, but eventually Krux gave up. "You're gonna be the one who takes the responsibility, got it?" he had said grimly. Acronix's eyes had gleamed with delight. "Of course! Thank you, brother!"

After giving the kitten a little bath, it was now even more fluffy than before and its white fur was shiny. Now he had placed a bowl of milk in front of her, which she immediately devoured.

"You seem to enjoy that, don't you?" Acronix said delightedly, sitting next to her on the floor and watching her intently. Krux, standing by, eyed the new roommate disapprovingly. "You need a name," Acronix suddenly remarked. "And I already have the perfect one for you! Your name' gonna be Bean!"

Krux snorted in amusement. "Bean? Can't think of anything better?"

"It suits her!", the younger defended himself. "She's tiny as a bean."

"You do know that one day she'll be big?"

Acronix did not address this. "You like that name too, don't you, Bean?" he asked the cat in a sugary voice. She lifted her head and mewed in agreement. "Are you done eating?"

Bean licked her nose with her pink tongue and brushed around Acronix's legs. Then she padded towards Krux, tail held high, and did the same. "Hey, cut it out," he growled moodily and took a step back.

His younger twin giggled. "She seems to like you!" Bean sat down and looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Come on, pet her!" Acronix prompted. Krux sighed, reluctantly leaning down to the kitten and hesitantly petting it.

Bean purred loudly before suddenly climbing up his leg. "Stop! Go away!", he scolded and tried to shake her off. Acronix laughed. "Stop laughing and take her away!" His brother rushed to him and freed him from the playful furball.

"Are you scared of that little kitten?" Acronix teased. "Of course not," Krux answered gruffly and laboriously plucked the white hair from his pants.

"Mhm..." He grinned and turned to Bean. "How about a little tour? After all, this is your new home now!" The kitten mewed. Acronix giggled and Krux rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The days went by and Bean had already settled into her new home. Acronix had gotten everything he needed for her: cat food, toys, a basket, and so on.

Now Bean snoozed contentedly on Acronix' lap as he fondled her lovingly.

"You're really spending every minute with this feline, aren't you?" Krux remarked snippy. His brother grinned knowingly. "Someone must be jealous!"

The older man snorted disapprovingly. "I am not! At least you don't annoy me all the time!" Grumbling, he turned away. Acronix giggled and quietly said to Bean, "He is jealous!"

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Krux was sitting on the sofa, reading a book. Then he heard a meow and a moment later Bean jumped up to him. The older one sighed. "What do you want?" She mewed again and brushed her head against his knee.

Krux hesitated, glancing around cautiously to make sure his brother wasn't around. Then he picked Bean up and placed her on his lap. She purred in delight as he scratched her.

Krux didn't like to admit it, but he really had taken this kitty to his heart. He probably just had a weakness for cats. Bean suddenly hopped back down and rushed across the room. She had spotted her toy ball.

"Do you want to play?" Krux asked as she came back with the ball and put it down next to him. "All right then." He put the book aside, picked up the ball and threw it. Bean ran after it, grabbed it and brought it back.

Krux chuckled. "Are you perhaps a dog?" He threw it again.

"Good girl," he praised her when she returned with the toy. Suddenly he heard a giggle and when he looked up he saw Acronix watching him from behind the door.

"What are you doing?!" he hissed. "You're playing with heeeer!" his little brother teased. "That means you like heeeer!" Krux felt his face turning red. "Nonsense! She just hasn't stopped annoying me!"

"Suuuure..." Acronix grinned. "Your face gives you away!" Bean meowed loudly. "Even Bean knows you're lying, you softie!"

Krux shot the ball at him and hit his head. "Ouch! Heeey!"

[kaixserzz]

Your modern!dottore is so good, like i just want to take a bite out of him and feed off the sheer coolness of it all 💓

Anyways, the last bit of it made me think, damn, I wonder what starting a family with him would be like. I sat and thought about it for a minute and now I'm just screaming in my head about how cute of a family we'd be.. 😭

ARGHHH YOU LITERALLY KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT HIM... sometimes when i write him i just start ... just biting air because i wanna chew him like a fucking chew toy UIDHKSLM<DAS.. IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT NONNIE 🥺🥺💖

okay but if you REALLY wanna start a family with dottore? ya need to go through counselling... for both of you! dottore thinks it will both benefit you, and especially him! he may be a pediatrician, but he's just leaning how to care for children, yk? he thinks it'd be so nice to have a family with you but i think he'd be too... uncertain? like, children are troublesome, and he's always busy.. i dont think he could handle it even if yall are going thru counselling. he thinks he's not fit to be a father, esp he got weird ass interests and have a bad rep. he could try, but i think he can't commit to that just yet no matter how much he'd want that :( he's aware he's not perfect, and that he's far from society's 'normal',

so i think you'd be better off adopting pets first! they're like children, but smaller and can't talk. he knows they're vastly different, but he is getting the idea! i have a headcanon dottore has a pet crow that he lets out a lot, since it's rather independent.. but i also think he's such a cat dad! oh my god i can just see him spending so much money for weird ass shit for his cats.

sometimes you'd be sitting on his lap while he's reading, and you're scrolling through tiktok, his eyes immediately snaps to your phone whenever there's a cat in it, and if he sees them wearing a silly hat??? he'd buy them. ITS SO CUTE BECAUSE HE HOLDS THEM LIKE IT'S A BABY AND HE'D COO AT THE CAT.. HE'S LIKE THOSE DADS WHO ARE JUST TREATING THEIR PETS LIKE ACTUALLY CHILDREN AND IT MAKES YOUR HEART MELT.

and whenever he's in his study, the cats would always be on his sleep, sleeping away while he writes down his research and going through files. when he has to move, he literally has to call you for help because he doesn't wanna disturb them 😭😭

so yeah, train him to be a good dad by adopting kitties first! i think he'll know the gist whenever you decide to have kids. but if you're satisfied with just having pets as your 'children'? well, that's already a family in his books. as long as you're in the picture, he has no complaints at all !!

[pastafossa]

first off i’m thinking of you and cato and all your lil friendly critters i’m hoping you’re all as happy and healthy as can be right now💕 i did want to ask, if you feel comfy sharing, how you came up with the names of your pets? honestly, i just rewatched the hunger games recently and when you mentioned your cat i was like cato? cato! but also you seem like such a creative person that i was just curious where these cute names came from

Thank you so so much! We're all doing ok, Cato's at least eating again so he's a little more stable, and all the other critters are doing great! And I don't mind sharing at all!

So generally yeah they're named after characters! That's sort of a family tradition - growing up I had a Cyrano (collie with a long nose), an Ivanhoe, a Porthos, a Mushu (Mulan forever, kthnx), etc. So almost all of them currently are continuing the tradition!

Fozzie is named after the muppet Fozzie Bear! Cause he's the right color, silly, and kinda round and cuddly!

Fig/Figgy is short for Figaro! He's named after the little cat in Pinnochio, cause much like Disney Figaro, my Fig can get into trouble too, and he also tends to lay in human positions. 😂

Cato IS named after Cato in Hunger Games! Even as a kitten he was convinced he was the BEST and he would absolutely cut you up if you messed with him. I had literally just read HGs so it was fresh in my mind!

Floof was named Olaf at first cause he was soft and liked warm hugs and was kinda clueless. But he refused to answer to the name. What he DID respond to was his nickname - Floof/Floofy Kitty, and so that just kinda became the name and it fits cause he's a sentient dandelion anyway.

Pepperoni's the only one that didn't start with a character name. He's Pepperoni cause I showed a pic of him to a friend before I bought him and she said, 'oh my god he's got little pepperonis on his back, he looks like a pizza!' And I knew then he would be my pizza noodle.

[princessmo]

Buzzdreissen for the ship meme

AAAA THANK YOUUU

Who asks the other on dates: buzzcut initiates the first few but after a while it's equal

Who is the bigger cuddler: depends on the situation. brad's always pulling the yawn-into-arm-around-shoulder thing. if they're just sitting on the couch dave will gradually lean his head onto brad's chest until they're both comfy

Who initiates holding hands more often: dave <3

Who remembers anniversaries: they both do! brad obvs keeps track of the big ones but dave makes mental notes of little things, like "may 16th was the first time he brought me flowers, july 7th was the first time he braided my hair..."

Who is more possessive: brad. that's HIS little hippie malewife

Who gets more jealous: brad. but i like thinking abt dave having his little jealous girlfriend mode moments

Who is more protective: BRAD especially after van driessen goes through like, the bus trip episode and getting mauled by a bear and his breakdown and all that fun stuff. dave's more vocal worrying about brad though, he sometimes borders on Anxious Mother territory

Who is more likely to cheat: um neither? the whole point is that they love each other

Who initiates sexy times the most: idk i feel like they're 50/50 on this

Who dislikes PDA the most: buzzcut pretends not to like it but he totally does. he only initiates it when he's in Jealous Mode, van d loves when he does it

Who kills the spider: if brad's home alone he'll just kill em but if dave's with him, brad takes them outside to make him happy and spare himself a lecture

Who asks the the other to marry them: brad! david thinks about it first and wants to ask for a while but he's worried abt scaring bradley away; i think especially at the beginning of their relationship dave had to help him overcome a lot of internalized homo/biphobia and he doesn't want to seem like he's moving too fast. he kind of anticipates it the night brad proposes bc brad's uncharacteristically antsy and when brad finally asks dave just starts bawling out of happiness and love but brad thinks Oh God I Fucked Up And Made Him Cry

Who buys the other flowers or gifts: i feel like it's a pretty equal exchange, bradley loves surprising dave with flowers while dave impulse-buys things that remind him of brad

Who would bring up possibly having kids: realistically speaking i don't think either would want their own kids to take care of 24/7 since they both already spend all day around kids, though dave has the occasional wave of baby fever. i think they'd end up having a cat that dave found as a stray one day and brought home; ofc brad did that Dad Thing where he initially didn't want to keep it but quickly warmed up to it and they both looove it

in my little single-dad-dave-raising-b&bh-turned-buzzdriessen-au they do both love their idiot sons though. i picture them as being like kitty and red forman from that 70s show

Who is more nervous to meet the parents: they both had shitty parents so buzzcut doesn't talk to his at all and van d talks to his mom once every couple years. in my silly little backstory for brad, i gave him 2 older sisters, so dave does get a little nervous when he meets them, but they all get along so it's chill.

Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: dave offers to and sets everything up but bradley insists on sleeping on the couch bc he "slept on worse in 'nam" and he's still insistent on being chivalrous even when they're mad at each other hehe

Who tries to make up first after arguments: david obvs. i feel like they don't fight too much bc van driessen is super conflict-avoidant and buzzcut's always fighting the rest of the world, but he HATES when they're mad at each other

Who tells the other they love them more often: verbally, dave 1000% percent, he's very "love-through-words" while bradley's very much a "love-through-actions" kind of guy, though he does drop the occasional "i love you" out loud and he uses a lot of sappy pet names for dave. i love making him super soft with david bc he hates just about everyone else

thank you SO much i love doing these and i love thinking about my little guys

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*eat all the food in the fridge* hi, bruh. I have a request for you, also we are out of food.

Sage with mc who's basically the cool person in the group, and can befriend anyone.

He's late on their date at the tarven, to find talking to all people there, telling them funny stories from Earth, everyone is laughing at their jokes and buying them drinks.

"Ay! Sage! Over Here! Martha here is about to tell us a story about how she got rid of her 8th husband! "

Now every time they come to the tarven basically everyone is like "AY! MC IS HERE!!" And everyone is cheering up for them, and demanding more jokes and stories.

"guys, guys, please. There's enough of me for everyone."

Even at the market, everyone there knows mc and mc knows every single one of them.

"Hey, Abigail! Love what you did with your hair, girl "

"Oh, mc. You're such a sweetheart."

And let's be honest Sage is mad about it.

Sure he's glad Mc is making friends and having their own fans, but he can't help but be a little jealous...(ok that's a lie he's really jealous, he wants MC's attention for himself alone, and doesn't like the idea of sharing them with anyone.)

"Ye have a lot of fans, huh ?"

He tries to sound not bothered, but his ears don't catch that memo, mc notices that.

"Yeah, it's nice and all but at the end of the day..." They pet his head and scratch behind his ears. "You'll always be my number one :) "

Anyway I'll pass out now. Peace✌️*pass out in the bushes *

*sighs and sends Karl to the store to get more food, then drags you out of the bushes and back onto the couch* You're cooking dinner tonight.

GN!Reader, Love how so many of the reqs I get are just various ways to torment our cat man

The first time Sage realizes just how popular you are is when you guys are walking through the marketplace and almost all the vendors are not only talking casually to you but even giving you free samples

And at first, hey! That's kinda cool! You guys get free st... Oh... Now you've got three people that have dragged you into a conversation and Sage is left behind, tail swishing slowly, the tip brushing dejectedly against the ground.

Huh. He doesn't really like this.

You guys go to the tavern. Everyone buys you drinks. Sage gets what you can't finish but he doesn't really want it. Not this time. No matter how much he tries to talk with you, someone else comes by to say hello. Even when you try to politely end the conversation, the other people won't let you. Suddenly it's two hours later and Sage has barely been able to say ten words despite sitting right next to you.

Yeah he really doesn't like this.

Of course he's not surprised! You're amazing, y'know? And so it makes sense that other people notice and are drawn to it, to you.

And of course he has his insecurities. Of course he's afraid that someone better than him will sweep you off your feet.

So he makes his catty little comment. He means to be casual, maybe even funny about it, but gods he sounds bitter. He is bitter. And his ears are pinned and his tail is flicking around in frustration and he can't quite look you in the eye. His arms are crossed over his chest. Everything is tense.

So you scratch behind his ears. Kiss his cheek. Call him silly. He's your kitty after all. Looks like he needed a little bit of reminding. You're sorry you haven't gotten to spend much time with him lately.

>:'( -> :'( -> :) -> :')

His ears gradually fluff up. His tail gives a happy wag and slithers around your wrist as he leans over to shyly nuzzle his nose against your cheek. It's a little bit of scent marking, y'know?

He feels a bit better about telling all your new friends to Fuck Off when he wants to spend time with you. And you become a little more cognizant of that, and make sure to always prioritize your time with him or else he'll be a very jealous kitty cat.

Someone talks to you too long and he just starts hissing

[egcdeath]

finders keepers

summary: did captain america just steal your cat?

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, strangers to lovers

author’s note: it’s been way too long since i wrote some pure, self indulgent fluff. this has been quite the refreshing experience for me but i think it’s back to our regularly scheduled program after this ;)

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Miso had an air of arrogance that you admired. She took the world by its kitty balls, doing whatever she pleased whenever she pleased. Your cat left the apartment for sometimes days at a time, and frequently led male cats to your door. To you, your cat was more like a roommate than a pet, hogging up most of your bed, standing on the counter while you attempted to make food for yourself, and leaving most areas dirtier than she originally found it. 

Okay, maybe you were personifying your cat a little too much. But after moving out to D.C., you were unspeakably lonely. Most days, it felt like Miso was all you had, and that you were all Miso had (save for her army of cat boyfriends). 

This made things all the more concerning for you when you’d realized that you hadn’t seen your cat companion in five days. Five whole days without the comforting vibration of her purr, her ungodly hours of wakeup calls demanding to be played with, or pet. The cherry on top was that the cat food outside your door appeared to be completely untouched.

In your frenzied realization of your missing cat, your mind raced with a thousand different terrible situations your dear Miso could’ve found herself in. You frantically clicked through pictures of her on an online album and attempted to find a photo that would capture her white fur with large blobs of auburn, and her vibrant blue eyes to put on your ‘MISSING’ sign. The longer you clicked, the more that you began to worry that she had been caught and kidnapped by some terrible person with bad intentions. 

You finally threw together the poster, sending it to your phone so that you could print it off at the OfficeMax down the street. Luckily for you, you didn’t make it that far, as the moment you began to lock the closed door of your apartment, you saw the unmistakable figure of your cat. 

In the arms of your neighbor.

Now, you’d never met Steve. He was an Avenger, Captain America to be exact, and you were just… you. You’d convinced yourself that attempting to introduce yourself to him would ultimately end in failure, and an embarrassing one at that. Maybe he’d scoff and walk away, or call Tony Stark in front of you and tell him about the crazy woman he just encountered. 

But none of that mattered. Captain America was stealing your fucking cat. 

“Excuse me, sir?” You asked, stepping away from your door and approaching the Greek God of a man to the right of you. 

“Oh, hey! We must be n-“

“You have my cat,” you said bluntly.

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve seemed to do a double take

“My cat, y’know, the feline in your arms.”

“Well, maybe we just have similar looking cats. This is Arabella.”

You nearly scoffed at this, shaking your head. First, Captain America kidnapped your cat, and now he’s trying to convince you that it’s not your cat? Yeah, you’d know Miso from a mile away. And what kind of name is Arabella?

“Arabella is a great name for her,” Steve retorted, pulling the cat closer to his chest. Shit, did you say that out loud?

“Well I think it’s time for Miso to come back home,” the cat’s ears perked at this, and she glanced over at you. The sight of you made her wiggle and hop out of Steve’s tight embrace, landing on her feet and trotting over to you. The damn cat rubbed her face against your calf and purred as if she hadn’t been cheating on you for long enough to have gained a new name.

You squatted down and rubbed the back of your hand against her cheek, and shook your head at your pet, “you’re getting put on probation, young lady.” 

She didn’t seem to mind, pacing back and forth around you. You glanced up and saw Steve with a rather neutral expression on his face, as if he was masking whatever it was that he was feeling.

“I’m sorry about that, ma’am. Uh, maybe I’ll see you both around sometime,” disappointment coated his every word before he opened up his apartment door and promptly closed it behind him. 

You were surprised at how quickly he conceded, but you weren’t particularly mad about it either. You weren’t sure what you’d do if you never got your Miso back.

——

A whole day later, you’d been in your apartment typing up an email when a soft rapping at your door got your attention.

“Just a second!” you called, hopping up and hurrying to the door. When you opened it, Steve was standing in front of you, waiting with an oversized box in his hands.

“These are some of Ar- Miso?” he trailed off, waiting for you to confirm the name, and you gave him a tiny nod. “These are some of Miso’s toys. I just figured if she’s not staying at my place anymore…”

As if on cue, Miso strolled up to the door, and stretched her arms up on Steve’s leg, begging to be picked up. The man glanced at you for approval, and you gave a dismissive shrug before he set down the box, and held up the cat.

Steve frowned as he held her, and frankly, it pulled on your heart strings. You had to remind yourself that this man had been holding your cat captive for at least a week, and at most… who knows. 

She clearly had a connection with him, and that was what intrigued you most. Miso was a very picky cat, and it was only occasionally that she found someone that she genuinely liked, let alone wanted to be picked up by. If you continued to watch the display of affection in front of you, you might just cave.

“Uh, I left something in the oven for a little too long, so I should probably go get that. Thanks for stopping by.”

Steve nodded, understanding that it was time for him to exit.

——

You should’ve seen this coming the minute Miso was back in your home. You stepped out of the shower one morning to find your front door slightly ajar, and your animal nowhere to be found. 

You huffed, frustrated that just three days after you told yourself that your cat was completely indoor from that point on, she had escaped. She could literally be anywhere at this point.

In a whirlwind, you threw on a sweatshirt and pants, ready to go print out the missing posters that you had designed just a few days ago. As you slipped on sneakers, you realized something very crucial. She might just be at Steve’s place.

You groaned aloud, rubbing your temple as you thought of how difficult your cat was being. You were becoming a bit nervous to approach Steve, you hadn’t gotten off to the greatest start, and if your cat wasn’t there, things might just be awkward.

Regardless, you knew you needed to try, so you exited your own home, and knocked on the door of Steve’s.

A few moments later, he appeared with your cat in tow. 

“Hey!” he paused and trailed off, “I never got your name before.”

“That’s what you care about right now?” you glanced down at your animal. “It’s Y/N, by the way.”

“Hi, Y/N. Miso and I were just enjoying breakfast, if you’d like to join us?”

Was Steve shooting his shot? 

“I appreciate your offer, but I think I’m alright. I have to get back to work, and my cat is still in your custody,” your eyes flickered down to the animal who stood proudly by his side. 

“Maybe some other time,” he shrugged. “You work from home?”

You nodded, then squatted down to get eye level with your cat. 

“I’m jealous,” he chuckled. “Alright, I’ll stop bothering you now. Bye Miso, see you around, Y/N.”

You picked up your cat, who briefly dug her nails into the ground in resistance before submitting to her capture. As you brought her back home, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d made the right choice.

——

Ever since you’d discovered Miso, or Arabella’s secret life, it’s like you couldn’t stop noticing her connection to Steve. 

Some days, she’d be gone until the dead of night, when she’d meow and paw at your front door until you woke up. Other times she’d be laying in bed with you, and she smelled distinctly of your neighbor. Your cat had single handedly turned a stranger into a thoroughly integrated part of your life.

It was as if Miso was now your child, and Steve your ex-husband in a Cold War style custody battle, where Miso seemed to prefer her father. It was slightly disheartening. At the very least, you knew she was in good hands. 

You held a throw pillow to your chest while you watched a rerun of a sitcom on your television, procrastinating in your work for as long as you possibly could. The sound of a knock on your door pulled you from your trance, and as you peeked through the peephole of your door, you saw a slightly distorted Steve.

Opening up the door, you gave him just the faintest hint of a smile, “what’s up, neighbor? Need me to grab you some treats for Arabella, or something?”

“Kinda the opposite,” he gestured with his head down to the cat squirming in his hands. “I’m gonna be gone on a mission for the next week or so. I just wanted to let you know that if Miso gets out, she’s not with me.” 

Steve set her down on your carpet, and she happily collapsed at your feet, “keep her safe for me, alright?” 

——

You took a deep breath as you approached his door, hoping he hadn’t left just yet. You fiddled with the sticky note containing your number, and polaroid photo of your cat in your hand, considering turning around and scrapping the idea all together. 

It was silly to think that an Avenger would ever bother reaching out to you. You were probably overstepping anyway. Steve would think you were a freak and take full custody of your beloved Miso once and for all. 

Going against your better judgment, you set down the polaroid-note combo and quickly slid it under Steve’s door. Whatever happened happened.

The next morning, you were pleased to receive a notification from an unknown number. 

Send Miso pics?

You were more than happy to oblige. 

——

Over the course of Steve’s week-long mission, you’d sent several pictures and videos of your cat doing random things. Trying to get on the table, sleeping on top of your dryer, and even playing with one of the toys Steve provided.

Surprisingly, Steve wasn’t as dry of a texter as you thought he’d be. He was eating up all of the Miso content, and would occasionally even ask for you to send more photos. 

The final night of his mission, you were surprised when you received a FaceTime request, at first writing it off as a technical error (he was from a different time period, after all), but the follow up call demonstrated his intentions.

You cautiously picked up, the knot in your stomach growing as you did so, “hello?”

“Hi!” Steve greeted optimistically, the phone just a bit too close to his face. “Any Miso sightings?”

“Yeah, she’s actually sleeping on my foot right now,” you chuckled, flipping the camera so you could show her off in your dim, lamp-lit bedroom. 

“So cute,” he hummed, “how have you been?”

“Me?” you laughed quietly, “I’m not the one on a top secret mission in god-knows-where. But I’ve been fine. How are you?”

“Honestly? I’m pretty tired. Kinda can’t wait to get home and see you and Miso,” he said in a quieter voice. 

Your brain stalled out for a second. Steve was excited to see you? You hoped that you were reading this the right way, as you were more than willing to go with whatever it was that Steve was putting down.

“We’ll be expecting an immediate visit from you, then. I’ll let Miso know that she needs to start kneading a bread loaf for you as soon as possible. Any idea of what time you’re getting into D.C.?” 

“Probably late morning, but it really depends on when Natasha gets up.”

You had a moment where you realized that you were talking to a real life superhero, and he had just referenced his friend… who was also a superhero. You paused for a second. 

“Y/N? Hey, you still here?”

“Yeah! Yeah. I just zoned out for a sec. Well, you better get here safe or else someone is going to be very annoyed with you.”

Steve laughed softly across the line, and you adjusted yourself in bed, yawning softly.

“I’m sorry, I forgot how late it is over there,” Steve apologized.

“Don’t worry, I was up anyway. One of Miso’s boyfriends is pretty upset that he can’t come in here and spend the night with her.”

“Which one?”

“I think that grey one. I don’t really know what his voice sounds like, but she’s been leading him on lately,” you responded, eliciting a laugh from both you and Steve. 

“Try to get some sleep, okay? I don’t need you snoozing while I come to visit our girl.”

“You are something else, Steve Rogers,” you said fondly, adjusting your phone one last time as you hugged a pillow. “I’ll get to sleep. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You hung up, and cuddled into your pillow with a sigh. Calling your dreams that night sweet was an understatement. 

——

You seemed to be Steve’s first stop after his mission, stopping at your door with his duffel bag still attached to his arm, and wearing a slightly dirty and much too small white t-shirt.

Expecting his presence, you quickly got the door and gave him a toothy grin. 

“It’s so good to see your face without a screen,” Steve commented. Internally, you swooned. 

“I could say the same for you, Steve.”

Miso had been summoned by the sound of Steve’s voice, practically sprinting to the door and meowing at him on the top of her lungs. 

“Miso really appreciates you coming here to see her first,” you added as he lifted her up and quietly cooed into her wrinkly head. “Feel free to take her for the next few days. I’m sure she’s getting tired of me.”

Steve shook his head at you, and grinned, “that’s so sweet of you,” he briefly looked down at his wristwatch, and his brows raised.

“Shit. I have to go, but I promise to see you soon. I’m glad to see that everything is well. Take care, Y/N,” Steve began making his way back to his own apartment, and you watched him with the semblance of a frown. 

You really needed to stop longing for the unobtainable. 

——

You hadn’t heard from Steve in a few days following his return, and your brief interaction with him. Part of you wondered if he was avoiding you for some  reason. 

Your phone lit up the room as it went off, and you grabbed it to look at the notification you received.

A picture of Steve grinning with Miso sitting on his chest looked back at you with a simple message connected to it.

Wanna come over? :D

[retroaria]

gnf imagine where reader accidentally deletes something on george’s desktop and she doesn’t know how george will react? :>

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You needed to find that picture. In George’s latest video he was working on, him and quackity made this stupid meme that was literally the funniest thing. You were talking about it with your friend but your description did it no justice. So here you are now, searching through George’s computer, trying to find this god damn meme.

You couldn’t find it in the discord channel where you assumed quackity had sent it, so next place to search were his files. Once you opened it up, you looked at how nicely organized George had all of his files. It was actually kind of adorable, everything was labeled correctly and put into their own respective folders. Some of them even had the little colon bracket face he does at the end of them. One in particular caught your attention. It was a folder with your name on it. Although you wanted so badly to look at what cute, or bad, photos your boyfriend had saved of you, you quickly returned to your original task.

You found the section where he keeps everything for his videos. They were all labeled with either the title of the video or the date it was recorded on. You look through until you found a folder titled “YLYL pt 2”. That was the video he had just filmed so you clicked on the folder and began to scroll through all of the photos.

You clicked on the first one, which was his thumbnail. Just as you were looking at it, a small thud came from the left side of the desk. There stood kitty, shooting you a curious look.

“Hey kitty, come here” you started to motion over your boyfriends cat. She pranced on over across the desk and next thing you knew she was stomping all over the keyboard.

“No kitty don’t do that!” you swiftly picked her up off the board and placed her in your lap. After a few moments of affection, you looked back up to the monitor to see you were now on a different image. You exited the full screen mode to see the files all stacked on top of each other and that’s when you saw that one of them was missing, the thumbnail.

“Oh shit...” you said scrolling through the images again seeing if it really was in fact deleted, and it was. You looked down at the fur ball in your lap and you just couldn’t be mad at her. Just as you were scolding the cat in a soft little baby voice, the sound of keys jangling could be heard from outside the door.

Next thing you knew, in walked George. He looked at you, then at his monitor, then down to kitty. Without even questioning what you were doing on his computer, he walked over and bent down to your lap to pet his cat. You glanced down at him as he was absolutely lost in cuteness.

“Uhhh george...” you said, he snapped out of it as he looked up at you.

“Oh hey, how was your day?” he said in a cheery tone as he stood up, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You stood up just after him, placing kitty back down on the ground before shooting a very apologetic look at your boyfriend.

“Please don’t be mad at me.” you said as you fidgeted with your fingers. George gently moved you to the side as he sat down in his chair and looked at his monitor. He saw you had opened his files and then looked back at you.

“Well what happened?” he asked, giving you a curious look. You took a deep breath in.

“WellbasicallyIwastryingtofindthememethatquackitymadeandwhileIwaslookingkittycameupandshejuststompedalloverthekeyboardandaccidentlydeletedthethumbnailyouspentallnightmaking” you quickly shut your mouth and closed your eyes, hoping he even heard a single word you said.

“Y/n, english please? What happened?” he said, calm as ever. You looked at him again with the same sorry look before letting out a defeated sigh.

“I accidentally deleted your thumbnail.” you looked at your boyfriend hard before he let out a small chuckle and gestured you over to him. You were surprised he wasn’t mad, but followed his request and gently sat down in his lap.

“Don’t worry i’m not mad at you.” he laughed as you looked at him confused.

“Really, You aren’t?” he moved the chair closer to the desk and positioned his hands on the mouse and keyboard.

“Of course not silly, if that ever happens again i’m gonna show you how to fix it.” he clicked out of his files and opened the recycling bin where the deleted thumbnail could be found. Once it was recovered you turned away from the monitor to look at George once again.

“Is it seriously that easy?” he looked back down at you again with a soft smile.

“Yup it’s that easy, but don’t go letting kitty walk all over my stuff again please.” with that he turned off his monitor and picked you up plopping you on his bed.

“I’m tired. Time to sleep.” he muffled out, face smooshed in the pillow beside you.

“George... it’s only three o’clock.” you said, laughing at your boyfriend’s sleepy demeanor as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his chest.

“so?”



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