#I hope a cat meows non-stop outside of your window or in your room

[yes---but---no]

Its friday the 13th

I hope your cereal gets soggy

I hope you step on a random water puddle with socks on

[doubledgesword-2]

So someone stole my work, thought it was a good idea to impersonate me and claimed it was their own. So I’m posting it here so people know I’m the original author. Art is not mine. Part 1 Soulmate au! Please do not te upload somewhere else!!

WARNING NON-CON AND EXPLICIT SMUT

It was weird but not unheard of to have three soulmates. Lots of people reassured you it just meant more love for you. You, on the other hand, didn't felt it. Reading the names on both your wrists and the one on the top right corner of your back, just gave you chills. Not the good kind.

After doing some research on the names and better yet the last names of the three, you concluded that nothing good was going to come from this. You weren't a hunter, neither were you powerful. One could almost say you were average or normal when it came to brute strength.

So you did what any sane person would do. You disappeared. With some expert help and a lot of money involved, you erased yourself from the records, not leaving so much as a hair behind. It wasn't ideal, but you didn't want to spend the rest of your life running from a new enemy every week. Besides, if the three hadn't bothered to look for you, you figured you'd do them a favor, as angsty as it sounds.

Rural life wasn't bad. Leaving the big crowded cities and trading them for the quiet of the forest; it did you some good. You had a little cottage in the woods. Very far from anything and anyone. In the beginning, it was scary. What if something were to happened to you? Who would you run to? But as time went by, your experiences gave you the wisdom you needed.

So here you were gathering some water, inside a wooden bucket, from the nearby river. You pressed the bucket to your hip, leaning over to support the weight as your other hand had a bunch of pretty flowers. A nice touch for the kitchen today.

The forest was quiet today, peaceful with some little bird songs and the stream's running water. You walked amongst the trees happily, breathing in the cold air. Although the sun was beaming right on you, it didn't make you feel hot. The cold weather of the approaching winter contrasted the heat nicely inside your sweater.

Still, you kept walking blissfully, unaware of the stares focused on you. You did felt the paranoia hit you in the back, but this forest was vast, and in the time you'd lived here, no one has come across your little cottage.

Said cottage was in view as you walked. The sun setting meant you were on time to snug inside the house and turn on the chimney. Sure the smoke would be an indication that someone was there. But who would be looking for you? You had no family; cutting ties with your friends was easy since the relationships were shallow, and quitting the job felt like relief. You walked by your little garden, which was your pride and hobby, plus the only thing giving the house feel personality. The cottage wasn't like any standard wooden house. You asked it to be made and even pitched in with the workers to put some sweat into it. Afterward, all plans were equally erased like you. The house worked on solar panels, giving you the luxury of some electricity, which came in handy for the winter. A small chicken coop on the side gave you eggs and helped with the crops. It had the piping and whatnot, but overall everything was very eco friendly as you had insisted. You liked the place, and it seemed like a beautiful house to live the rest of your days without a worry. Sure it did get lonely during those sleepless nights. The ones were you thought too much about why your soulmates never cared to find you and reject you straight out. You didn't felt like dying by their hand. You weren't a fool; you knew their reputation, but something inside you gave you some light to hope. The light that you ended up squashing just because. The four of you were better off without each other. You really didn't want to be involved in their jobs and amusements.

You went inside, placing the bucket outside the front of the house and closing the heavy wooden door behind you locking it in the process. Inside the kitchen, you replaced the dying flowers with the new batch and quickly watched your hands to cook some dinner. You lighted the chimney in the living room, making the house feel warm and snuggly while putting some music on. You had taken off your shoes at the door and were parading around the house in fluffy socks, which made you slide into the kitchen as you danced like no one was watching.

As you stirred the pot and dropped more spices and ingredients into it, you heard a light tapping against the window at the kitchen side. Being in the forest had made you immune to the peculiar noises and the groans of the house when it was cold outside. You were pretty much anti-jump scare, but you were still new, so it was a work in progress.

You cleaned your hands on your apron and made your way to the window. You wanted isolation, but you weren’t completely crazy to be all alone in the woods. That’s why you made a friend.

“Well, hello there, big guy! How was your day today?” You opened the window, letting in the medium-sized fluffy black cat and closing it after he was inside.

You received a mewl as the cat rubbed himself against your legs and jumped on the turned dining chair. The kitchen and the dining room were fused, so you were sitting and reading while keeping an eye on dinner.

“Wow, taking my place? You’re rich, you know that?” The cat almost seems to shrug, giving you another mewl and licking his paws.

You smiled, shaking your head and focusing on dinner.

After everything was done, you washed the dishes and cleaned the surfaces. Just because you had a cat didn’t mean you wanted to give the mice a reason to come in. You rubbed the back of your neck, squeezing the spot as you walked towards your bathroom to wash up. The ball of black fluff eagerly following behind you to enter your room.

“You just want to get on my bed, don’t you? Here I was thinking you wanted to accompany me,” the cat meowed, jumping on the bed and kneading the folded blankets.

You chuckled, lighting the small fireplace inside the room. You turned to your vanity, picking your night clothes and turning to bathe. The warm water did help you relax more, maybe you shouldn’t carry the bucket with one arm. But the flowers you picked were worth it.

You came into the room towel in your hair and dressed in a robe. Only to stop abruptly, eyes widening at the fact that a man was sitting on your bed petting your cat like it was the most normal thing. He didn’t turn to look at you, and you quietly walked back, towel still in hand, but not far. You bumped into a hard chest, and if you hadn’t turned around to look, you would’ve thought it was the bedroom door. You gasped really scared at the fact that there were two men inside your bedroom, and you hadn’t even heard them come in. The man in front of you grinned joyfully and took a step towards you. Your eyes immediately went to the window in your room, and before you knew it, your feet had carried you there.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” the cliche rolled off one of their tongues, making you annoyed and irked despite the adrenaline rush.

You turned glaring, and that’s when spotted the third man on the other of the room leaning against your vanity with a book in hand. This was bad. Really bad. It had been a short couple of years, but you could see the resemblance. They had found you.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, you’re quite hard to find” the man with the slicked-back hair closed the book looking at you with cold black eyes and the ghost of a smile. One, you didn’t return.

As he spoke the tall and pale, magenta hair one took two steps toward you placing his hand on his waist. You took a step back, eyeing him warily. You didn’t smile or showed any joy at the fact that your soulmates had actually found you. You didn’t felt the overflowing love people used to say you would for having more than one soul mark. Instead, all you felt was cold and afraid for your life, fear running icily in your veins. Despite having a nen ability, you knew little of it ,and you could feel the aura they were letting off. It didn’t reassure you. On the contrary, it made you feel like cornered prey.

“What do you want?” Your voice could be considered an authoritative whisper as it flowed shakily pass your lips.

There was a moment of silence, and then the one dressed as a clown laughed merrily at your question. You could see amusement slip through the cold expression from the man that had spoken before.

“Danchou, I thought she would be smart,” the clown asked, looking to the man to you.

Your eyes hardened, annoyed, but still, you said nothing. The only person who hasn’t spoken was the long black hair one petting your cat—that fluffy traitor.

“Well, maybe she doesn’t recognize us. That gives us the chance to introduce ourselves. My name’s Chrollo Lucilfer.”

“Hiso-“

“I know who you are, who all of you are,” you interrupted, looking at all three of them, making the clown arch a brow in interest. “That doesn’t answer what you’re doing here or what do you want” you were angry and scared, nervously looking into their eyes.

“My dear darling, well, that’s easily answered. We’re here to take you home, make you happy, and all the in-betweens,” the clown expressed, giving you a playful feeling. He was waiting for you to make a move so he could jump at you. They all were.

“Thank you, but I am home. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I would like to sleep, so if you could just leave?” You have them a sardonic smile hoping against hope they would accept the rejection and actually leave. It was a fool's wish.

“But soulmates are supposed to be together,” the man with long black hair finally spoke. His voice monotone and calm. It made your skin crawl. Oh, hell, no.

He finally turned to look at you, his big black eyes almost swirling and enchanting, a manipulator at its finest. You looked to the side, avoiding him.

“Then I could only assume that you three have found your soulmates. You’re together.”

“But it gets oh so lonely without you, little fruit” Hisoka was done playing from afar and slowly walked closer to you.

This made your bloodlust flare in a warning. They all got goosebumps just looking at it, feeling the sheer intention. It wasn’t as developed as theirs, but the fact that you weren’t afraid to push them away made their paints tight.

Hisoka let out a low groan, eyes half-lidded and looking at you with a perverted smile. You looked at your cat; you could get him later, and they were smart enough to survive. Then the towel in your hand and as Hisoka came to stand closer to you, you gripped the towel hard and threw it at him, covering his face for a brief moment that allowed you to pass him. They knew you weren’t a fighter, heck you had run from them in fear. It made you a smart coward in their eyes, but they weren’t expecting you to be so quick-witted and resourceful. They should have with you living in the middle of the forest and all. You slipped into the short hallway, feeling the breeze of something spearing near your face but missing you. It made you run even faster into the living room. What you weren’t expecting was the sudden failure of your body.

The minute you slipped into the hallway, Illumi had launched several needles your way. Even though some missed their mark, one hitting you square in the back was enough. You crumbled to the floor, clutching the small sofa and leaning on it as if you were crying. You might as well be—the intense pain coming from the center of your spine emitting pulse-like electricity. The stinging sensation made a couple of fears fall down. It left you breathless.

The trio calmly made their way into the living room, looking at your slumped form.

“Soulmates are meant to be together, with time you’ll understand. Staying with us is best for you.” Illumi was crouching near your form, grabbing your arms and pulling you to lean on him instead as he petted your hair for comfort. You tried to move away or do something to get out of his cold embrace, but each attempt was met with more pain. You whimpered.

“That was a rush. It makes me wonder...~” Hisoka groaned obscenely behind Illumi, talking to Chrollo.

“She does have spirit. That could prove to be a problem.”

“Oh~ but I don’t want to break her yet. Nice toys are so hard to come by these days.”

Your sniffles cut through their banter. Your form was trembling on Illumi’s lap as he kept petting your hair.

“Don’t move” Illumi’s hand slipped to your back, and you felt the sting of the needle being plucked. Your body relaxed, letting out a sigh and breathing greedily, but still shaking. The phantom pain made you involuntarily cling to Illumi’s arms for comfort, which made the assassin’s heart flutter. It was proof that you needed them, they just had to show you.

“We should show her how much she needs us” Illumi slightly turned to look at the other two, still holding you to his chest. His face expressionless as he spoke, but the excitement in his eyes can’t be denied.

Hisoka’s eyes gleamed, his tongue coming out to slowly lick his lips as he approached Illumi and crouched down close to the two of you.

“Hmmm, splendid idea, we have to show our little flower what she’s been missing all this time” Hisoka took a strand of your hair, twirling it and pulling slightly.

“Then it’s decided,” Chrollo’s voice felt like the judge giving the verdict to seal your fate away.

Hisoka didn’t wait for Illumi, he simply took you from his arms, bridal style and clutched you tightly to his chest. As if you were some long lost heirloom, he just found and couldn’t part with. You struggled a bit, jerking in his grasp, but the recent pain had left your muscles tender and sore.

Fighting was encouraged by them but had been diminished with their antics.

The way to your room felt like a death row walk, and you couldn’t help but keep wiggling pathetically in Hisoka’s strong arms. He looked down at you, his yellow half-lidded eyes were already a telltale of what’s to come. He bit his lips when you gave him your best wide doe eyes, and you swore he sped walk, feeling the vibration of a suppressed moan deep in his chest.

He brought you down on the bed, tenderly like a lover would on their first time. Your tired body succumbed to the comfort of the mattress and the warmth of the sheets. Hisoka lowered himself, pressing his body to yours and letting you feel his arousal hot in his trousers. Alarmed, you tried once more to move, but he brought his face close to your ear.

“Don’t worry, little one, we’ll be gentle….at least this time.” He bit your earlobe, kissing the spot to soothe the sting “Mmmm, but do forgive me if I just can’t help it~” he moaned slowly, grinding his hips into yours dragging the length up and down your thighs.

You whimpered and brought your hands up to his chest, pushing him as best as you could. He grinned and sat up, still hunched over you. Looking deep into your eyes, he took his shirt off, never cutting off the eye contact. Hisoka then took your hands, trying to push off his thighs and placed them on his chiseled chest, dragging them to touch him. He moaned obscenely, and you couldn’t help but blush at his well-built frame. Your hands felt the muscles contract and relax as your fingers, guided by him, gingerly touched every single spot. Hisoka bit his lower lip, looking down at you. You haven’t even noticed he had let go of your hands, and you were freely roaming, touching so softly his chest, his stomach...it made it all the more difficult to not take you right here.

He didn’t want to scare you; after all, this was the beginning of countless nights and days of pleasure to come. Your red nose, puffy eyes, and pouty lips made him hot. As your fingers grazed his nipple ever so softly, he bursted, throwing his head back and to moan loudly. You retracted your hand alarmed, and that’s when you noticed you had been almost lying down on top of Chrollo’s lap. The man’s fingers were tangled in your locks as he massages your head.

“Hisoka, you’re going to scare her away being so loud,” Illumi said from behind Hisoka. His face on leaning over his shoulder and his hands grabbing his hips. Hisoka’s hand came up to caress Illumi’s cheek, and he once more looked down at you through glazed and sensual eyes.

“Mmm, I just can’t help it. She’s so innocent...those eyes...It turns me on~” his hips jerked up quickly, grinding against you.

“Make her feel good first,” Illumi whispered in Hisoka’s ear, making eye contact with you, as he kissed the clown’s neck.

Hisoka crawled back, his hands softly running down your thighs. Chrollo unmade the knot holding your robe closed, and uncovered your body to them. You gasped, remembering you had just showered and had nothing but your dignity. The sight of your skin glowing under the dim moonlight coming from the window mixed with the reds and oranges from the crackling fire made their mouths water. Your squirming was pitiful at best, hands trying to grab the robe and close it, but Chrollo snatched your wrists pinning them down beside your head. He lowered his face closer to you and dive into your lips. His locks coming to the sides of his face and his soft lips molding against yours. For a moment, you forgot who these men were. Their sweet caresses here and there as Hisoka brought his face to nuzzle your stomach leaving kisses and marks wherever his lips touch. Chrollo took your alarmed gasp as an opportunity letting his tongue inside to explore. He groaned when you trying to escape him, lightly bumped into his arousal. He let your lips go, both of you breathing heavily.

He wanted more. "You are the greatest jewel I have ever stolen" he muttered his minty breath fanning over your abused lips.

Hisoka lowered all the way in between your legs, but you self-consciously closed them from him. He pouted like a kid who had seen his new toy but couldn't have it. Illumi pried them open, putting everything on display. Hisoka chuckled darkly, his hands rubbed your thighs and knees, and then they rested on the bed. Seeing your chance, you attempted to close them once more, but couldn’t. Looking up, you saw Hisoka smirking at you with a dark knowing look. He did it and now you could see the pink substance sticking your legs open to the bed.

“Bungee gum, love, has the capabilities of both gum and rubber.” His face came closer to your core, you could feel his excited breath, and it gave you goosebumps. He moaned bitting and kissing the inside of your thighs “I can’t wait to see your beautiful nen. The thought makes my pants so tight~” he licked his lips and dived into your entrance.

You moaned a bit overwhelmed at the sensation of his tongue, sucking and exploring inside without a care. The slurping sounds made you blush even harder. Still, you couldn’t deny the arousal building up, or the knot in your stomach tightening even more. At the same time, Chrollo and Illumi took it upon themselves to suck on your chest. Their teeth grazed your nipples, with the danger of biting down, and your back arched perfectly, allowing them more access to your perked nipples.

The pleasure was overriding all the red flags and alarms going off in your head, not too long ago. It was making you pliant, your heated body melting into their touches. You bucked your hips into Hisoka, and his hands came to rest on your hips, making you whine. He smiled, his tongue licking a slow and torturous strip up your slit ending on your clit. He latched on to your bud, eliciting a whine, brows furrowing at the electric feeling surging through your body.

Then something snapped inside you; you shut your eyes, letting out a loud moan, your body shaking as pleasure rolled all over your body. Faintly you heard Hisoka moaned equally loud, slurping all your liquids like he was starved. While still in your high, you didn’t notice Hisoka take off the rest of his clothes, his arousal standing proud. He crawled back on you, taking your knees and lodging himself between them.

Chrollo caressed your cheek, petting your hair. He lowered to give your forehead a tender kiss. “It’ll only hurt for a moment, (Y/N)”

Your eyes widened when you felt Hisoka’s length prodding at your entrance.

“W-wait,” you slurred, but he entered you gently, moaning at the warmth and slick coating him, beckoning him further into your depths.

You cried out as he went further inside until he was buried to the hilt. He keened in satisfaction, waiting a bit, and soaking up your walls’ sensation spasming around him.

“You’re so tight…so warm, mmm, it feels sooo good~” his hips started to slowly move.

Illumi, went behind Hisoka, kissing his neck and leaving marks all over. Meanwhile, Chrollo couldn’t have enough of your chest. Sucking and biting all he could, hands grabbing both your mounds and squeezing, decorating your skin in purples and reds. You mewled at all the sensations, eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

“Make her cum” Illumi whispered to Hisoka loud enough for you to hear. Hisoka grabbed your hips, speeding up, leaving you breathless, hips bucking, and meeting his thrusts.

“Mmmm, (Y/N)…I love that look in your eyes~” he moans thrusting even faster, your slick making it easier for him to slip in and out. Illumi went down where the two of you met and started to suck on your clit. You went crazy, the pleasure too much to contain it. “Arghh, she’s getting tighter…I can’t…” Hisoka moaned, burying himself deeper. One of his hands gripped your hip hard, surely to bruise, while the other held back Illumi’s hair as he sucked on you.

Suddenly the forming knot in your stomach tightened until hot white pleasure exploded through you. You squealed, liquids gushing around Hisoka, making his hips stutter, feeling your walls spams around him. He came, bursting inside you as your walls milked him for what his worth.

“Take it…Take it all~” Hisoka gasped, moaning breathlessly, his hips dragging out the orgasm.

Hisoka pulled out, making you mewl. The oversensitivity and tenderness were a bit too much. Through half-lidded eyes, you looked as Illumi took Hisoka’s spot, cleaning you up with his tongue. Chrollo stood and shed his coat on top of the vanity, his clothes joining the others on the floor. Illumi’s tongue swirled Hisoka’s cum and yours, lappin everything greedily, he then crawled on you kissing you roughly, making you taste the result of your joining. Your lips separated, leaving a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. With aggressive desperation he hugged you, pulling you flushed against his naked chest feeling how heated you'vemade him. Then you felt yourself being flipped over, Illumi under you.

Alarmed, you moved a bit, but Chrollo grabbed your hips, stilling you. He crawled over you, pulling your robe off of you and kissing your shoulder gently, his hands went softly down your spine giving you shivers. Illumi kissed and bit your neck, making you whimper as you felt his length prodding your entrance.

“It’ll be alright, just enjoy it,” He whispered, his monotone voice breathless as he guided himself into your slit. You mewled at the feeling, and he quietly gasped at your warmth.

Your eyes looked into his deathly ones, watching them swirl with different emotions. Yet, the main one being lust and adoration. His black hair fanning behind him gave him a mystical and beautiful look, he looked majestic, like some forest elf of sorts. You bit your lip holding back the moan. That’s when you felt a bite on your left butt cheek.

“Sorry, you look good enough to eat~” Hisoka drawled, and then you felt a finger prod your forbidden hole. You squealed, trying to writhe away, but it only made Illumi hiss in pleasure and grab your hips hard.

“Don’t tease me, (Y/N),” he groaned into your ear, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his moan, as your walls flustered around him.

“N-no, p-please. Not there,” you cried out, the feeling of his finger weird and alien to you.

“It’ll be alright, (Y/N)-Chan, we only want to make you feel good~.”

Hisoka was in front of you, lowering to your eye level, his yellow eyes lidded as he licked his lips and went in for a fevered kiss.

Illumi looking at the two of you kiss so wantonly, started moving his hips gently, biting his own lips at the display. Chrollo added another finger preparing you for him, the scissoring giving you chills. Yet, as Hisoka kissed you tasting himself in your tongue and lips, he distracted you from the prodding. He separated, panting heavily watching as some drool came down the corner of your lip.

He enjoyed your fucked out state.

Without warning, Chrollo entered the tip. It made your eyes widen to feel the burning sensation contrasting your skin with the coldness of fear. You gave a muffled screech, your walls closing on Illumi and making him unable to hold back the groan.

Chrollo slowly pushed inside until he was buried deep. He inhaled shakily, feeling you tighten around his intruding length. The feeling made him groan lowly.

Tears came rolling down your cheeks, you had never felt so full. In one night, the entirety of your virginity was lost.

Hisoka watched as the two men he liked the most, made sweet slow love to you, pulling adorable noises from your swollen and abused lips. He couldn’t help bit his own lip, looking at how they ruined you for the better. He loved the scene.

Chrollo dragged you away from Illumi. His face resting in the crook of your neck as Illumi’s hand grabbed your jiggling mounds, squeezing them and marveling at how they fit perfectly in his hands. You were made for them and only for them. Your body hasn’t known pleasure before, and you had clearly neglected yourself, you needed them as much as they craved you.

Hisoka came close to where you and Illumi met, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as his fingers came to rub on your hooded pearl, holding back the whine of pleasure. Everything was becoming too much. You convulsed a bit, the pleasure overwhelming you.

“She’s getting tighter,” Chrollo grunted, speeding his thrusts.

“Mmm, are you close, (Y/N)-Chan, hmm?” Hisoka got close to your face, his lips close to yours, teasing, “Are you going to cum on Illumi, like a good girl~? Milk them both for all they’re worth~?”

He kissed you, rubbing harder and faster, and you moaned into the kiss. He slipped his tongue in and sucked on yours, still tasting his arousal’s tanginess on you. That was the moment you became undone, your liquids squirting around Illumi. Both men thrust faster, almost competing with each other until Illumi came inside you, ropes of cum filling you up until he deemed it was enough.

Chrollo moaned lowly, biting your neck to muffle it as his cum shot into you, filling you on the other side.

Hisoka bit your lip and separated for air. Your eyes were almost closing, body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure still rolling up and down your body. Chrollo pulled out, his cum dripping down the back of your thighs, making him lick his lips in satisfaction. Illumi pulled you abruptly towards him, making you land on his chest. Hisoka was surprised and annoyed that he couldn’t watch your tongue lolled out, and your lidded eyes look at him.

Illumi grab your face with both hands and brought you in for a passion-filled kiss. It was aggressive and possessive the way his lips pressed into yours until you both couldn’t breathe. He let you go, pulling out and laying you down on your side. Your body was tired, filled to the brim, marked, and pounded to their heart’s delight. Chrollo pulled a blanket over you as your eyes finally closed in exhaustion.

“Mmm, that was delightful. Our little fruit might not be as innocent as we thought~” Hisoka sat by you, caressing your cheek as you sleep.

“We should move her in the morning. She shouldn’t stay alone in the woods.” Illumi sat at the other side of the bed, calling out to the black fluff, making his way into the room.

“We shouldn’t forsake this place. It could be useful when we need a place to get away for some time” Chrollo put on his pants and dressed in his coat, leaving the shirt of out the equation as he leaned against the vanity.

“Mmm, vacations here with our darling pet should be divine~” Hisoka kissed you, making you snuggle cutely into your blanket. He warmly smiled at you. “Danchou, let’s keep her here. She doesn’t exist in the world, and our line of work is not the safest. She’s still hasn’t shown us her nen, but I’m afraid she’s not as developed as we are. She’s not ripe yet.”

“Hisoka is right. Bringing her with us will only endanger her. Illumi, can you persuade her to stay?”

Illumi sighed, going to his clothes and pulling out a single needle. He went to Hisoka’s side, his eyes looking down at you with warmth. He sat by your head, almost on Hisoka’s lap, the clown giving a suggestive buckle against Illumi’s back, making him annoyed.

Illumi caressed your face, pulling your locks away from your forehead.

“She won’t be able to leave the forest, without us or our consent. She’ll stay here as she has but will always expect us. The moment her mind thinks of leaving, she will have the most painful headache. The more she fights it, the worse it’ll get until she stops.”

Illumi then pulled you to face him. Your close eyes made you look so calm and sweet, and your puffy lips called out to him. He then pressed the tip of the nen infused needle to the middle of your forehead and pushed it in. You whimpered in your sleep, brows furrowing in pain and discomfort as the needle lodged inside your cranium. Then as quickly as the sting had come, it went away, leaving you blissfully unaware.

The three men then showered in your bathroom and slept all around you smothering with their heat until morning came. Arms clutching you possessively as if the minute they let go, you would fade away.

You woke up with a start. Heavily panting and looking around to see if you were alone. Maybe everything was a bad wet dream, and they hadn’t found you yet. Your first thought was to leave this place that you had constructed and built with sweat and tears. It pained you, but having them found you, was too much of a risk. So you turned, placing your feet on the floor and wincing at your lower region’s discomfort, in all the lower part of your body. You whimpered but made your way to the mirror on your vanity.

The sight almost made you scream.

Deep red and purple marks were littered all over your neck and chest. You brought your hand to cover your mouth as tears rolled down your cheeks. You looked down to see bite marks and bruises all over your stomach, hips, and thighs. You took your robe from the floor and put it on tightening the knot with shaky hands. You opened your bedroom door and quietly walked to the living room.

The embers of last night’s fire were still slightly lit; the windows were opened, letting in the fall breeze. But the place was empty, no well built handsome devils were in sight.

You sighed in relief. At least you were alone was once more, and they may never come back.

That’s when the front door opened, making you jump startled. You stayed in place watching as Hisoka came in carrying a hay woven basket with eggs, he took off his heels at the door placing them beside your shoes and looked up at your still form.

“Good morning, (Y/N)-Chan~” he brightly smiled at you, eyes closed in joy as he made his way to you. You didn’t move, baffled by what was going on. Hisoka placed a kiss on top of your head and went into the kitchen.

As soon as he left your space, Illumi came through the door, carrying your black cat in one arm and a bucket with water in his hand. He did the same as Hisoka putting his shoes beside his and the bucket near the kitchen. The black fluff jumped down his arms and trotted joyfully towards your legs, Illumi followed suit. He took your hand, kissing your forehead and bringing you into the kitchen. He pushed you gently to sit on the dining chair, and you winced a bit at the discomfort and slight pain.

Everything was tender.

“I’ll run you a warm bath,” his monotone voice and void swirling eyes gave you shivers, but his intentions were sweet. You nodded, still unsure of this picture, and he left you.

“I’ll make us some breakfast; you need to be strong if we want to have more fun~” Hisoka winked suggestively, and you hugged yourself unconsciously. “Now, now don’t be like that, darling.” he came closer with a spatula in hand, his big strong arms coming to cage you between the chair and him.

“I know you enjoyed it~” he gave you a peck on the lips and went back to cooking.

You looked at the door expecting Chrollo to join this weird play/reality show, but he didn’t come in. Curiosity got the better of you.

“Where’s...”

“Danchou? Hmm, he was busy and had to leave, but he left us to take care of you~”

“Is he...coming back?” You asked shyly, hating how you already missed the man or the fact that this domestic scene made you feel peaceful and right.

“Huh?” Hisoka looked at you, your shy demeanor let him know all you were thinking. He beamed with glee, you were already theirs. “He’ll be back tonight, maybe he’ll bring desserts~”

You hummed in response. Your eyes looked at the door, and a scheme came to mind. With Hisoka distracted and Illumi away, you could run. Run fast and not look back.

Your hands gripped the edge of the chair, and you almost took impulse to stand and go. Hisoka side-eyed you, his yellow eyes beaming with joy. You were such a fighter, he just wanted to ravish you now. The thought of you wanting to run made his pants tight.

“Do try it~” he said casually not even looking at you “I want to see how far you’ll get”

At that moment, Illumi came back, and you looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. He knew what you wanted to do, your intentions were clear in your eyes. It pained him a bit, but he knew you were acclimating still. He had to be patient.

You stood, and both men got ready. The tension could be cut with a knife. You looked at Illumi and went to him, seeming a bit defeated. He slightly let out a sigh in relief as he grabbed your hand and guided you into the hallway.

“Good girl,” Illumi said, pulling you inside the bathroom and closing the door behind him, snapping the lock to seal your fate.

[lightning-things]

Quite the predicament

Just a little piece to use as a "sample writing" for now. I was literally trying to get some ideas and then one of my cats decided he wanted some cuddles, so I decided to write this.

Hope you'll enjoy it ^^

Fandom: Genshin Impact.

Summary: All you wanted was to fill the blank pages with words, but someone had another plan.

Characters: Zhongli, Reader (no gender mentioned), Northland Cat.

Theme: SFW, fluff, slice of life, some intimacy. Implied romantic relationship.

Inspiration: Indi -one of my cats- and Liyue Harbor.

Words: 1384.

Warnings: None, unless you hate and/or fear cats.

Read also in: Ao3.

Spanish version: Pequeño contratiempo -> https://lightning-cosillas.tumblr.com/post/646727027636027392/pequeño-contratiempo

Quite the predicament

Liyue is calm tonight.

A gentle breeze caresses the streets, making bamboo leaves float around unbothered by people. Only animals can be found roaming the city in the clear night. Lonely clouds are the only ones seen in the sky, letting the stars shine brightly in the dark blue celestial sea displayed above.

If there are other people enjoying the scenery, you don't know, and you don't care either since your attention is focused not on the beauty displayed outside your window, but on the blank pages in front of you.

A book with no words written on it, a virgin piece of paper that will sit in one of the bookshelves that surround you, if only you could get started and break the solid colour that's been staring back at you for what feels like hours.

You sigh, slouching in the chair after placing the brush in the ornate inkstone to not make a mess when your hands go to your head in a vain attempt to let go of your frustration. You just want to write something: your thoughts, your day-to-day errands, or maybe some tale you heard from Liu Su one of those times you went to drink tea and enjoy a good story.

But the paper is still unmarked.

Just moments ago your mind was full of ideas, thoughts flying non-stop and itching you to take the brush and write them down. But at the same moment you sit on the chair after some minutes of careful preparation, your brain decided to stop working and left you with a -oh the irony- blank mind.

A grunt replaces your sighs and instead of letting go of your head to hit the table with your forehead, you decide to arch your back and rest it on the chair, eyes unfocused but nailed to the ceiling as your index finger begins to tap the armrest in an annoying rhythm.

You don’t know how much time passes, since no sound is heard neither inside and outside the house save for the wind passing through the streets. But be it seconds or minutes or hours, there’s a moment when you decide that enough is enough, that sitting while doing nothing is a waste of time.

So you choose to get up and occupy yourself with something -anything will be good at this point- because you know sleep won’t come no matter how comfortable and inviting your bed is. Your mind will just play with you and bring back all the activity you’re missing right now.

And that was the plan, until something jumps at you, almost knocking you out of the chair.

It catches you off-guard, even if the surprise lasts only for the fleeting moment your ears need to recognize the sound and for your hands to grab the little intruder and sink gently into its soft fur.

Your frown banishes instantly, replaced by a tired but sincere smile. The tension of your muscles disappears within seconds, and your posture -rigid, tense, bothered- shifts into a relaxed one.

The little intruder meows contentedly, green eyes closed in delight and throat vibrating with its purrs. Its short fur caresses your skin whenever the cat moves and for a moment you just stay like you are, eyes looking at the feline and following the streaks of black along the silvery strands of its back and sides.

“The northland one, uh?” You talk to yourself, one hand leaving the cat’s side to stroke his head, trying to please him enough to stop hitting your chin with it. “You’re heavier than you look.” A cat well-fed, with shiny fur and strong muscles underneath.

A stray, but a Liyue one without doubt.

The harbor is full of prey like the birds of the bridges, the rats from the boats or the fishes from the stalls that they can hunt -or steal- freely, as well as a good amount of rocks, trees, stairs, pillars and tall houses for the cats to exercise and play.

And it makes you happy, knowing that even if not all cats would be able to hunt or steal things to eat, the harbor is also full of people who feed the animals so none of them would be found the next morning, starved to death.

The northland cat in your arms moves and meows again, redirecting your attention out of your thoughts and back to him, hitting you with his back and head until your hands are petting him, scratching him with care in the places he seems to like judging by the way he places himself.

The book is long forgotten on the table, ink drying while the pages rest untouched and you can’t bring yourself to care anymore.

"Quite the predicament you're in." A voice you know so well slowly makes its way into the pleasant atmosphere. His words don't break the spell even if there's a hint of a laugh in them. No, the charming voice makes its way smoothly into the symphony of purrs to pull you in deeper.

Slowly, with no rush at all, you move your face just enough to look at him, to lock your eyes on his. Pools of amber and gold look back at you and your unexpected guest, shining with mirth at the situation.

You don't laugh, but your smile widens at the same time the purrs of the cat increase their volume and demanding meows echo through the room. The northland feline has noticed your companion and even if he doesn’t leave your lap, his eyes are now fixed on the male.

"Stop whining, you baby." Your tone is light, amused by the neediness the cat shows just so he can make the brunette pet him too. “I hope we didn’t wake you up.”

"Not at all.” His clothes tell a different story, but if you know him -and you do- you’ll be sure he was reading instead of sleeping, or looking at the streets he loved so much, while waiting for sleep to catch you and force your way to bed.

His eyes take notice of the pages, now scattered across the desk but still with no drop of ink in them. However, he doesn’t say a thing about them, busying himself for a few seconds with putting away the writing utensils, avoiding any possible accident with the ink and brushes.

Meanwhile, you look at him, marveling at the way the silk robe -colour similar to the one of the lanterns light up at night on the harbor- complements his features and allows you a peek at his neck and chest. usually covered by layers of expensive clothing and ties.

“Zhongli.” His name in your lips sounds sweet, calm music like a lullaby in the middle of the night. He merely hums to let you know he heard you, to let you continue talking even if he’s not looking at you right now. “Zhongli.” You call again, stroking the cat with one of your hands and putting the other on his arm.

He stops mildly, letting go of the papers and turning his body to you, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. For a moment, there’s purrs instead of silence filling the space. Then the tap of his bare feet against the floor so he can close enough to put a hand on the cat and the other on your shoulder.

His eyes are on you, attention solely focused on your face, your eyes, your smile, the little details of your skin that makes you so unique to him. Admiration flows from his gaze and you cannot help it when you tilt your head and rest your cheek on the hand he has on your shoulder.

“Yes, dear?” He asks, finally, when all is settled and even the cat has fallen silent, lulled to sleep in your arms aided by your breathing and his warm hand caressing his fur.

“Nothing.” Is what you answer. Your eyes open to look at him again, mouth almost letting go of a giggle at his confused expression. “I just wanted to say your name.” You finish, taking his hand to give a fleeting kiss in his knuckles.

That makes Zhongli smile, a lovely curve of lips full of warmth and so much more…

So you call him again.

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[alchemistbee]

Back in your Arms

「Five Hargreeves x reader」

Ask: Could you write a Five reader fic where y/n gets kidnapped by the Swedes and Five saves them. Thx

Words: 2556

Warnings: mentions of blood and torture. Kidnapping. Season two spoilers.

A/N: this is the first fic I’ve ever got requested. I hope I did it justice. I hope you enjoy! I know I took long to publish it, I apologize, school is kicking my ass. Sorry for grammatical errors. Enjoy!

[gif from @thisgameissonintendo ]

After having attended the horrific light brunch with the Hargreeves family, they were all feeling far more worse than when they had arrived. Five had explained to Sir Hargreaves each of their powers, Vanya had exploded a bowl of fruits, Allison rumored Diego, Diego got a very non-friendly slap of reality, Klaus seemed to have a seizure mid-dinner and Lurther confronted their father by ripping his shirt off in front of everyone.

In your opinion, it could have gone a lot better, but it could have also gone a lot worse.

Unlike the other siblings, Five had stayed behind and you had figured that it would be better to wait for him in the lobby. He was having a conversation with his father, whom he hadn't seen for over fifty years, he bet his ass you were going to wait for him. Especially after the horrible way he had spoken to the rest, you would be there for Five if he needed to. What you didn't know by then was that Five was trying to see if his father could tell him how to go back to 2019, one that didn't evolve making a deal with The Handler. Which, may I add, he hadn’t told anyone about, not even to you.

You waited patiently for Five, your back leaned against the wall while your arms intertwined in front of your chest. You counted the minutes that passed, not that you were in a hurry, but to hopefully make it seem like the time was passing faster. After almost twenty-seven minutes, the elevator emitted that one ‘bing’ it did whenever the doors were about to slide open. As you expected, it was Five, who now had his hands shoved inside his pockets and seemed quite puzzled. You asked him if he was okay, but Five only dismissed your question to tell you to go ahead of him to Elliott’s place. Apparently, there was something he needed to take care of, something he wasn't willing to explain to you just yet.

He knew that if he did tell you, you would either try to stop him or not let him do it on his own. Five didn’t want to drag you into Commission business. He found that not telling you of the plan all together was the easiest way to keep you from being in Commission's eyes, more than currently at least.

You nodded suspiciously towards Five, but did not push the subject any further. Maybe he just needed some time to let everything sink in, and it's not like you nor him considered the walk back to Morty’s dangerous. You could take care of yourself pretty well. You parted ways with Five, and walked back to Morty’s where you saw Elliott himself was just arriving too. He smiled kindly upon seeing you, to which you returned with a smile of your own. You had to be honest, you had grown to like Elliott more than expected. He was like that one cousin in the family, and you enjoyed hearing his rambles about any conspiracy he could think of. He truly was a sweetheart.

You followed Elliott up the stairs to his place, he carried a paper bag in hand, calmly telling you the things he brought back from the supermarket. You listened thoughtfully. Once inside. Elliott flickered the lights on and to both of your surprise, a cat sat in the middle in the kitchen. Elliott looked confused, but figured the cat must have somehow climbed in “Hey buddy, how did you get up here?”

He approached the kitchen casually, where he sat the bag down and looked at the cat as it meowed to him. You couldn’t help to feel your skin crawl. The nagging feeling of people watching you being present “Elliot?-” You turned your head to look behind you, swearing you had seen something lurking in the shadows. You averted your gaze back to him, now watching as he pulled out a tiny can of food for the cat and asked if it was hungry. You walked to the kitchen window, the one that let you view outside in case anyone was suspiciously close to the building. You saw nothing, but that was because you didn't know that they were already inside.

Your head snapped back to Elliot the moment a loud sound came from the living room, there you saw that one of the tall assassins had punched Elliott right on the side of his face. You felt your heart accelerate, and moved quickly to help him until you felt someone pull you up, stopping your tracks to help the man. The other assassin got a hold of you, if it hadn't been for your small body, you could have stopped the leader from hurting Elliott any further.

You saw the man try to scramble from his gun, but the other man was quicker to lift him up by the throat, asking the whereabouts of Diego. Upon receiving no answer, the man punched Elliott twice, this time letting his body fall harshly on the floor while blood dripped down his nose.

“Elliott!” You struggled under the second man’s hold. You couldn't move, you couldn't fight. The siblings were not even back and there was no way for you to contact them when the phone was this far “We don't know where Diego is! Leave him alone! He has nothing to do with this!” you pleaded loudly. The leader only shifted his gaze at you, studying the way your eyes flushed with fear. He was trying to figure out whether you were the one the woman had referred to not killing, you were merely a teen after all. Yet, not killing you didn't mean they could not use you for information.

After that little stare down happened, making you hope that maybe the men would not use Elliot as their little puppet..You were gravely mistaking. The man dragged Elliott through the living room, knocking over a lamp and breaking it before pinning him into the dentist chair violently. He kept asking for Diego, and Elliott is only able to answer with a “I d-dont know” while you keep battling for the second man to let go of you. At this point, you felt the tears welling in your eyes as you noticed him take the forceps, priding Elliott's mouth open and sticking them into his mouth.

“NO!” you cried out “ELLIOTT!”

Elliott’s screams filled the building alongside your pleas and cries, but as much as you told the men that none of you knew where Diego was, that didn't seem to make them stop. Not until Elliott’s body was drained from life entirely, the blood from his body splattered all across the floor and body. You couldn’t help the soft cries leaving your lips, calling his name out ever so softly in hopes of him still being alive but that’s when you felt a sharp pain come from the back of your head. The world turned black and your body fell not too far from Elliott’s chair after the second man got tired of holding you.

The brothers could use you. They could use you to lure Diego, the man they believed responsible for the murder of their younger brother.

The next day, after Diego and Lurther find Elliott’s body, they try to figure out who did this to Elliott. Diego believes it's the feds, but Lurther claims that was no work of feds but of a psychopath. Believing the words written below are a name, they search through the phone book until discovering the phone number linked to whom they believe is responsible for Elliott’s death; They phone the number up.

Five jumped into the building, quickly noticing the blood painted words on the floor, making him hurry up the stairs to meet Elliot’s body. He can feel a lump forming in his throat as he approaches it. There were clear signs of torture, there was something stuck into his left eye. Five couldn’t help to feel guilty. He liked Elliot, he was a good man, he had helped them and welcomed his siblings in without the slightest complaint. He had become one of them, and for that, his life paid the price.

Five followed the voices of Lurther and Diego through the kitchen, taking off his blue and blood dripped jacked as he heard the brothers threaten someone over the phone for killing one of them “Hey! It's Öga för Öga, idiots. Swedish for ‘an for en eye’. It means The swedes killed Elliott '' He didn't want to think how the missions went after his run; It was clear Diego and Lurther shared one brain cell.

“Wrong number, have a lovely day” Diego hanged the call, looking at Five and easily spotting the blood on his clothes “Uh, you got some blood on your clothes”

“A lot actually”, Diego added as Five pushed by them, entered the bathroom and turned the sink handle to let the water flow down. He grabbed a white towel, carefully washing the blood off of him as best as he could “I found a way home”

“What? How?”

“All the details are irrelevant but i made a deal to get back to our timeline”

“What about doomsday? And the 2019 apocalypse”

“won't happen. Everything will be back to normal” Five remarked exasperated “All right? No more questions. We gotta go. We have to find the other and get back in 77 minutes. Luther, you get Allison, Diego go get Klaus, I'll get Vanya, Y/N-“ he stopped his pacing all suddenly, eyes roaming the room and back to his younger siblings “Wait—Where’s Y/N?”

Five’s eyes widened as realization suddenly hit him and his siblings. He saw you last night, you were supposed to be here, why weren’t you here?

“They stayed after the brunch, we thought they were with you…” Diego, Five and Lurther shared a look, all of them now realizing that you had been taken by the men who killed Elliott.

“Dammit!” Five exclaimed angrily. He had just gotten a way back home, and you...You had been taken. How was he supposed to find you in such little time? He didn’t even know where to start.

“Calm down. Okay—We’ll find them—“ Diego started while Five started to pace around, muttering words under his breath “This was so simple. So simple!” He turned his head to look at them “I am going to go find Y/N, and get Vanya. We meet here as planned, this is our only chance to go back” Five raised his finger at them both before started to walk to the stairs, but stopped abruptly when he Diego spoke up once more

“You expect us to not help you—“ before Diego could finish his sentence, Five jumped from the small distance to right in front of his brother, raising his fingers with a threatening look “If you don’t do this, I swear I’ll kill you myself” he said more sternly “there's not enough time for all of us to go in a search, I’ll tell Vanya to meet up here. If i don't make it in time just go back home, I’ll manage a way back”

“How are you planning on finding them?” Was what Diego last said before Five teleported out of the building.

You woke up with a sharp breath. Your head was pounding and when you opened your eyes, you were welcomed with nothing but a blindfold on your eyes. You tried moving your arms. But soon found out they were tied down to your back while your ankles were tied against the legs of a chair “Shit” you muttered hoarsely, your throat was still dry from the crying. What the hell happened? Where were you?—

That’s when it hit you

“HELP! SOMEONE!” You tried to scream as loudly as you could, but considering the silence in wherever you were, you knew no one was coming to your aid. Strangely, the smell was like cat fur, and that was confirmed when you heard the several meows and the cat passing it’s tail over your leg.

How in the world were you going to get out of here now?

Five jumped all over town trying to find any clues, even the smallest, of your whereabouts. Even though he didn’t show it, he was extremely anxious and worried for your self being. He feared what the Swedes could be doing to you, or worst, what they had already done. The images of Elliott kept flashing back to him, and something in his stomach made him believe that if he didn’t hurry up, he would find you the same way.

He didn’t know whether it was luck or simple fate, but as he walked through the town he spotted the familiar milk truck that had followed them around for some instances. It was parked in front of an apartment, a quite small one, and Five knew that you should have been there. He kept looking down at his watch, counting the minutes they had left before having to go back to 2019.

They still had twenty minutes. He still had time, it was enough to save you and go back. At least he hoped so.

He watched The Swedes get in the truck, and without thinking it twice, teleported himself inside the cat filled apartment. His blue eyes roamed the place all over, scanning it for any trace of you until he heard a few knocks coming from a nearby closet. He didn’t waste time on pulling the door open.

Five’s eyes fell on you, and instinctively, you started to try and kick thinking that The Swedes were back again “Y/N!-Its me!-Y/N” he crouched down to your level, scanning your body for any signs of torture or harm. He sighed sharply, relieved to see that The Swedes hasn’t gotten their way with you. Gently, he reached out to pull your blindfold off. It broke him to see you like this.

Your eyes weren’t shining like they used to. They were completely flushed by pain, regret and fear “F-Five” you muttered softly, finding it hard to believe he had actually found you. You felt the ropes become loose on your legs and wrists, and the moment you had the chance, your body fell against Five’s. He held you firmly, worried that maybe you weren’t as okay as he thought you were. He was only relieved to have you back on his arms again, the place where he could make sure of your safety.

“F-Five—Elliott—I couldn’t s-save him” You started, tears stinging your eyes as you remembered what The Swedes did to the man “I c-couldn’t—“your shoulders shook alongside your small sobs.

“I know...It wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have left you” Five said softly, his arms slowly wrapping around you, hoping that would comfort you in the slightest “We have to go...I found a way back, but we need to go now or we’ll be stuck here forever” He pulled you up the ground, his thump caressing your tear stained cheeks while his free hand took a gentle hold of yours.

“You w-what? How?” You blinked twice, sniffing softly “Five, what did you do?”

“I’ll explain on the way...Let’s go home”

[nose-bandaid]

cat treats are meant for cats (only)

Jun x (gender neutral) Reader comedy, fluff?? | 1.4k

synopsis: the faint meowing you’ve been hearing for the past half-hour was actually, in fact, just your boyfriend.

a/n: this idea popped into my mind one day and i had to write it so... not as elaborate as my writing usually is (i think), this was just for funsies but i hope you enjoy !!

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It started faint, almost non-existent, so you didn't pay much attention to it and brushed it off as some distant noise from one of the neighbouring units.

But then it got a little louder and more persistent until you really couldn't deny something was going on and that it wasn't just a trick of the ear. So you put your phone down and stared into the hallway, eyes unfocused as you strained your ears. You waited until the sound came again.

Meow.

There it was. You knew your building allowed for pets, and you knew that if you walked onto your balcony, you would be directly facing a community park. However, you also knew that no one on your floor owned a pet, and as far as your memory goes, you've never seen someone take their cat out for a walk. Even if it was a sunny day today.

And the meowing sounded far too close to you.

"You idiot, why would you — arghgh."

Now that was definitely Jun's voice echoing down the halls. You put everything down and shuffled your way over to the bedroom where your boyfriend was, head leaning out of the open window. He had his hands stuck out as well and was waving them around a little. The fresh air cooled the room, and you instinctively took a deep breath before speaking up.

"Junnie, love, what in the world are you doing?"

His head whipped around, and his eyes lit up, delighted to see you.

"Y/n! There's a cat in the tree outside." He promptly went back to sticking his head out the window to make sure that the cat was still there.

You stifled a laugh at his statement and joined him. Sure enough, there was a cat perched on one of the large branches closest to your window. It was a tabby cat, if you identified it correctly, and its cream coloured fur was decorated with a unique pattern of white. It must’ve gotten frightened and scurried up the tree.

"The meowing just now was you?"

"Oh, you heard?" Jun asked, turning his attention from the cat to you. He seemed surprised to be told that you heard him.

"I know there are kids outside screaming in the park, but it's hard to not hear you meowing from the other room. What exactly are you trying to do?" The boy seemed so happy to have his day entertained with the presence of a cat and you wanted to indulge him. He's told you many times how he's always wanted a pet of his own, but you've both never had the chance to actually decide and commit to one. Nor have you guys really gone into depth on that discussion.

"Trying to communicate to it, of course! I want to help it climb down from the tree." He proceeded to meow again at the cat, only to have it stare indignantly back at him.

"Is this what you were calling an idiot before, too?" You quirked your eyebrows as you asked.

Jun blushed and hid his face with his hands for a moment at your question. "It just came out, I didn't mean to insult the cat I promise — many apologies were said afterwards. I told it to move back but instead, it stepped forward and almost fell off and I got worried." He pouted and you laughed at his concern for the feline.

"So I'm taking that it hasn't been cooperating with you, because I swear I started hearing the meowing at 1:00 and now it is," You paused to check your phone for the time. "1:37."

"Listen, we have something going on! I can feel the connection, it's just not quite there yet. How about you try?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you."

You faced him, suddenly feeling a sense of pressure, partly because of the responsibility he had given you, but also because you felt like you had to prove yourself to a cat of all things. "Like, just... meow?" You clarified.

"Perfect! But do it to the cat, not me. Unless you wanted me to meow back." He blinked at you expectantly.

"No, I'm good." You chuckled when you heard him still meow at you underneath his breath.

"Here goes nothing." You pursed your lips and waited for the cat to at least look somewhat in your direction. "Meow."

It simply went back to caring for its front paws.

"Meow." You tried again, putting a little more emphasis onto the "meow" (trust, that totally makes sense).

This time, it meowed back and you gasped, turning towards Jun who was staring at you in shock.

"I spend ten minutes just trying to get it to look at me and you get it to reply on the second try?" He sputtered out, scandalized at the unfair results.

"Well, what can I say? They all call me the cat whisperer." You replied haughtily.

"Y/n, no one has ever called you a cat whisperer before."

"Let me have my glory, would ya?" You playfully poked his side and meowed at the cat once more. Just like last time, it meowed back.

"Bro I'm getting good at this." You giggled, rubbing your hands together as you tried to think of a plan.

"Okay, kitty—"

"How is it going to understand English now?" Jun interrupted your focus.

"Shut up, we have a bond here."

"Okay, kitty," You started again and eyed one of the large branches. "You need to step back and climb down. Stop coming closer to us—"

You shut up when the cat meowed loudly back at you and inched in the complete opposite direction as what you instructed. When it plopped itself closer to the edge of the branch than you would've liked, you shot a worried glance at your boyfriend who seemed deep in thought.

"I think I've got an idea." He hummed and went over to one of his drawers to pull out a bag of cat treats. 

"You just have cat treats lying around? In your room?" You gawked incredulously at the unopened bag. 

"You're not eating them are you?" You then blurted out, concerned for the boy.

"What?!" He quickly shook his head in denial. "No, of course not. I give them to the stray cats I see when I'm out."

You let out a sigh of relief. You had asked that question as a joke, but hearing him confidently reject the idea was also reassuring. You never knew what your boyfriend was capable of.

Jun grit his teeth as he tried to open the package and you watched the fight between him and plastic intently. Just as it began to rip open, his hand slipped and a few of the treats fell out of the bag and onto the grass way below you.

Three heads turned to look at the fallen treats.

Yes. You, Jun, and the cat.

Two heads then turned to look at the cat.

With a happy meow, the tabby leaped off the branch it was on and landed on the grass gracefully. Now both of your jaws dropped at the scene in front of you.

"You're telling me it could've done that the entire time?" Your voice faltered.

"Sneaky! You deceitful creature!" Jun half-heartedly shook his hand angrily at the cat.

"I already miss it." He then said quietly and you let out a small laugh, rubbing his back in consolation.

You watched the cat scour the ground below for the lost treats for a while before you spoke again.

"Hey, why don't we go down there and see if it's actually a stray. If it is, maybe we can take it in? Bring it to the vet first to get it checked out and whatnot." You trailed off and smiled when he brightened up at your offer.

"Seriously? You're alright with that?" He gasped.

 "If everything checks out, I don't see why not." You happily shrugged your shoulders and pointed your head at his drawer. "We already have the treats aspect down anyways."

Jun pulled you into a hug at that and continued to ramble on about how happy he was to take in the cat, despite how troublesome it may have been earlier. 

“I have many more cat treats in my drawer.” He whispered into your ear and you sighed, smiling at his love for the creature. 

Then, Jun leaned out the window again to yell at the cat.

"Stay right there! We're coming to get your autograph!"

Needless to say, there were a few curious glances sent your way because a grown man yelling out the window really wasn't an everyday sight. But that didn't matter when you saw how big the smile on Jun's face was when you both returned home that day with a new pet in hand.

[lolabangtan]

My cat neighbour | pjm

Fair enough. Weirder things had already happened to you, like that time you swore to have seen a shadow vanish in the corner of your room. Odd? Indeed. Impossible? Not quite. Buzzfeed? Unsolved. However, the fact that the cat you had seen settling down near your flat was actually a human—a hybrid, as he had stated—was certainly a bit too much.

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Word count: 6k

Warnings: well if you’re not into hybrid smut (although i can grant you that all genitals and erotic zones addressed in this story are 100% human) then you probably shouldn’t read this. Anyways, this is a mess, i don’t even know what is this supposed to mean. Ended up being kinkier than i expected. Don’t look too deeply into it. Please. My therapist will be really disappointed if she ever finds out.

Also: some doctor who-shaming. Sorry, i hate cheesy sci-fi.

# cat hybrid!jimin, dom!reader, animal rut as a poor excuse to indulge in my kinks, dry humping, overstimulation, masturbation, nipple play, lactation kink, praise kink, Jimin really hasn’t grasped the concept of ‘non-pregnant women’s breasts don’t produce milk’, impregnation kink, vaginal sex, ‘mommy’ and ‘kitten’ as part of my big fat kink, of course.

After all those years, you were decided to put your life together and stop being a nuisance for society. No more partying until the next afternoon, no more sleeping around and not stepping on your apartment for days. You’d become the best, most responsible version of yourself from now on.

Why, people might ask you? Well, the reason was a pretty ball of blonde fluffy fur you had bumped into a few days ago.

You two had first met the day you caught him sneaking through the window into your kitchen, having probably smelled your delicious food from the street. As everyone in the neighbourhood knew, the colony cats used to gather at the end of the backstreet to share the food they found, so you assumed that was the reason why the cute kitten had shown up in your kitchen.

You fed him some turkey and fresh water, and he ate and drank plenty. The little cat didn’t look too dirty, nor too famished. It’d probably been abandoned by its owner not so long ago, and the thought made your heart ache.

“Do you mind if I pet you, kitten?” The cat meowed, looking at you with its big, black eyes, and rubbed its head against your hand. “Oh! You’re a smart little guy, aren’t you?”

However, the cat ran away shortly after, and you rushed to dress up for work, the hangover from last day still lingering.

The next time you saw it, it was raining cats and dogs, no pun intended, so you invited it in, towelled it dry, and fed it the leftovers of your dinner. It was dark and cold outside, so you also pitied it and allowed him to sleep with you on your bed. Its purring sang you to sleep.

By the time you woke up, the kitten had already disappeared from your embrace, so you got out of the bed to look for it, worrying about whether it had been caught by one of your neighbours’ evil kids to torture it. Kids nowadays were merciless, or at least so were the ones you had met around the block. Besides, your maternal instinct was less than alive.

“Kitten?” you called, leaning out of the bedroom door.

You heard a mellow meowing from the kitchen and saw it sticking out his tongue as it drank the running tap water, too engrossed in it to bother to look at you.

“Kitten! How did you turn it on?”

The cat only jumped off the counter and headed back to your room, so you let it go and followed it, giggling at its strange behaviour. Animals could be so weird sometimes. It had already claimed its spot on the bed, so you simply laid down next to its warm, purring body, and covered you both with the blankets, kissing it good night.

Minnie, as you had named it, kept coming back every once in a while, probably when the weather was too cold and there was no food on the streets. However, you began to wonder if Minnie really was a stray cat, for it looked quite healthy and well-fed, and always seemed to come from the same place—the flat next to yours.

It often came over for food and to shelter from the rain, but the kitten ended up demanding cuddles, since it started to stay the night almost every day, falling asleep curled up on your chest, although its purring and warmth weren’t really helpful when you already struggled to wake up in the morning.

You felt during the night something heavy resting on your chest, some pointy furry ears tickling the tip of your nose, making you giggle in your sleep. Someone was breathing against your exposed cleavage, but you were both sleep and sex-deprived, and your dried-out brain induced you into believing that it was just a dream. Enjoy it while you can, you horny bitch, it told you.

It was the first time you’d had the chance to sleep next to someone in weeks, even if it was just your mind playing you dirty, so you moved to face your inexistent lover, put your leg over his apparently naked thigs, and pulled him into your chest while your hand scratched gently the back of his neck down to his lower back.

Cuddling a boy in your lucid wet dream felt kind of fucked up, but who would find out? The stray cat sleeping next to you that had probably already snuck into your kitchen to steal away your low-fat turkey leftovers? Nonsense.

You kept caressing the soft hair, nuzzling his neck. It was quite vivid to be only a dream, as clear-headed as you felt. Drowsiness had slowly abandoned your body to leave room for the warmth coming from the stranger’s skin, and you couldn’t help rubbing your lower half against him when you felt something hard pressing on your belly.

“Mo-mommy.” A fucking whimper.

Hell, your mind really hated you. How dare it use the mommy kink against her master and commander? I’ll force it to binge watch Doctor Who for twenty hours straight. Let’s see if it survives to the worst show ever created.

Listening to your peaceful humming, he tensed under your palm’s brief touch, fingers caressing his belly hair, close to his already hard and wet dick, but not close enough. Your hand, your fingers, they were only a teasing presence, the shadow of what it would feel like. The other hand ghostly roamed around the shadow of his left nipple, reminding him how close he was—to you.

You felt a weight sink the mattress as he turned on his own body, pulling the dripping hardness away from your belly.

But you didn’t let him go. The hand caressing his nipple went up to the back of his neck, and you tangled your fingers in his hair. A weak ‘mommy’ came out of his lips again, and this time you felt his hand travelling down his torso to his dick.

“Mo-mommy, sorry, I-” You heard a continuous wet rubbing sound and a mellow voice. “I-I’m sorry.”

The bed was quaking under the increasingly frantic movement of his hand. You could feel against your chest how his breathing began to quicken as he tried to swallow down his little whimpers, but then your fingers came back to one of his nipples and you pinched it, tearing a delicious moan away from his lips.

The boy choked on his spit as he spoke. “I-I’m close. Sorry, ah, mommy, I’m so sorry-I… I-”

He did his best to keep his load shot away from your skin, trying to focus on the grip of his hand instead of the way his hips were thrusting into nothing in an attempt to handle the pleasure of his sneaky orgasm.

When you felt his breath calming down against your chest, you moved your hand to his half-spent dick, a smile creeping on your lips as you felt your fingertips getting dirty with his cum. Then you took its length, softly, gently, eyes still closed, far away from the darkness of your room, and pumped it. The boy whined, nuzzling the beginning of your breasts while his hips followed the pace of your hand.

“Mommy, ple-please,” he begged, almost sobbing, “I’m gonna-I’m gonna come again.” But with his whispered pleas he was not asking you to stop. “Mmh, ngh! Coming, mama! I’m coming!”

This time, some of his semen ended up streaming against your skin, although it took him a few seconds to realise it. Horrified, the boy stared at both your cum-stained hand and belly, and moved his shivering thighs to the other side of the bed to get out.

That was the end of your dream, and you were fairly weirded out when you woke up.

However, you were pissing yourself, so you ran into the bathroom and sat on the toilet to enjoy one of your favourite parts of your morning routine—staring at nothing while you started feeling how your ass goes numb against the cold porcelain of your toilet.

When you turned around to fetch the toilet paper, you were faced instead with a lonely cardboard tube, so you grabbed it, frowning, and threw it in the trash with a jerky move. “I wish I had a flatmate I could blame for these things.”

After you peed and flushed the toilet, you headed to the kitchen to get yourself your daily dose of caffeine and, perhaps, let Minnie have some of your skim milk. It had apparently been craving it for a few days now—the brat let you know yesterday, after it knocked down your mug as it tried to drink before you even had the chance to pour coffee in it.

“Minnie!” you called, “Pspspspspsps!”

Your heart ached at the thought of losing your kitten. Yes, it was not yours, and its name probably wasn’t even Minnie. But you couldn’t deny that taking care of it had made you feel something that you never thought you’d be able to—the desire of nurturing, of spoiling and babying your kitten.

The kitchen window was half opened, cold coming through it, waving the white curtains. Perhaps Minnie had gone out to come back to the colony.

It was nine in the morning. With that in mind, you grabbed a coat after putting on the first trainers you spotted and opened the door to the hall, hoping to bump into any of the old ladies that fancied doing the grocery shopping as soon as the convenience stores opened their doors. And you were lucky that morning—Mrs Oh, the middle-aged woman who lived across the hall, had just closed the door behind her.

“Madam! Excuse me, Mrs Oh, have you perhaps seen a yellow cat around the building? Not too big, with dark eyes. It looks healthy and well-fed.”

The woman pressed her lips together. “Oh, miss, I haven’t. I just got out. Did it get lost tonight?”

A clattering sound grabbed your attention, and you turned around to see one of your neighbours rushing to get his keys to open the door of his flat.

It was Park Jimin, the boy next door. Handsome, cute, highly shy. He barely interacted with the rest of the neighbours but was always willing to lend a hand if someone needed him to. Despite his casual clothing, you found yourself horrified by the ugly hat covering his head. It was too big, too wide, and too tall.

“Yeah,” you muttered, completely heartbroken.

“Was it your cat?”

You frowned. “Yes… Yes, it was short of my kitten.”

“I didn’t know you had any pets since you’re always going in and out of your flat…” As much as you were fond of Mrs Oh, she tended to be quite gossipy and nosy, so you cut her off with a brief and sad ‘thank you, anyway’ and turned around. “Perhaps Mr Park knows something! Do you, sir?”

You noticed Park Jimin had been eavesdropping your entire conversation with Mrs Oh, cheeks all flushed and shiny dark eyes. A fatal jerky jolt of his fingers made him drop the keys, startled when he saw the two of you staring at him, so he bent down to pick them up and used those seconds to think about what on earth he could add in a situation like that.

“Yes?” stuttered the boy, looking at you with his elusive eyes. His voice sounded awfully familiar.

“Miss Y/L/N’s kitten got lost. Have you seen it, sir?”

“Now that I think of it,” you suddenly said, “Minnie prowled your door quite often, Mr Park. It’s a yellow kitten, small, really cute, with dark eyes. You must have seen him.”

Jimin shook his head, looking down to the floor. He was chewing on his bottom lip. “Minnie?” The boy finally tilted up his chin to stare at you, but soon looked back at your hands. “I haven’t seen your… kitten, sorry. I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”

“Thank you so much,” you breathed. Even if Park Jimin hadn’t seen your baby Minnie, he was willing to lend a hand, as always. “Don’t hesitate to ring if you find out anything, Mr. Park. I live next door.”

“I know.”

You stayed in silence for a few seconds, but thanked him anyway for his help and headed back to your flat, sad and depressed that you couldn’t spend your lazy Saturday with your kitten. How you wish you could hold Minnie in your lap to pet and pamper it! You were even willing to stay at home for the rest of the weekend, too, instead of going and painting the town red.

Honestly, you had lied—you weren’t going to torture your own mind watching Doctor Who. You simply chose an uninteresting movie to fill the silence of your living room while working on your laptop.

Every once in a while, you turned your head to check if Minnie had come back: the window was still open, inviting, and you thought about leaving on the counter a bowl with your favourite skim milk to lure the kitten into your den, but you didn’t even know if it was around.

Almost an hour later, someone knocked on your door. The knocking was gentle and patient, so you moved to the entrance of your flat with much curiosity and looked through the peephole.

“Mr Park!” you said, opening the door, “God, did you find my Minnie?”

Jimin looked down for a second before gathering the courage. “I… I’d like to talk to you. May I come in?”

You hesitated. Yes, Park Jimin was your cute neighbour, the handsome boy that lived next door, but he was practically a stranger either way. What if he was a psychopath who was using your kitten to break into your flat, tie you up, and kill you—in the best scenario?

“Please,” he insisted with a weak voice.

“I don’t know, Mr Park. I barely know you.”

“It’s about… your cat. I need to tell you something, but I-I can’t do it out here. Anyone could see me—that’s not helping, is it? Please, Y/N, I wouldn’t even dream of hurting you.”

“Alright.” With a deep sigh, you grabbed his shoulders and pushed him into your flat, only to turn around yourself to press your back against the door, hand already gripping knob, ready to turn it at any time in case you needed to run away. “Go ahead, I’m all ears.”

Jimin stood in the middle of your living room in silence, not so sure about the best way to tell you. You wouldn’t believe him if he used only his word, he had to show you, somehow, but your gaze was too sharp, too intense for him to focus on anything that wasn’t your eyes. So, the boy simply closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and bit his bottom lip.

“It’s me,” he said, “I’m Minnie.”

“What?”

Your hand slipped from the doorknob, making you trip onto the floor, although you managed to keep yourself on both of your feet. By the time you looked up, Minnie the kitten was standing in front of you, staring at you over a pile of clothes—the clothes that Park Jimin had worn just a few minutes before.

You scoffed. “So, this was a bloody prank? Go to hell, Park Jimin, or whoever planned this, and take your cat with you.” It’d be stupid to deny that you sounded hurt. You were. Minnie, your kitten, your baby, was only part of a bigger trick. Where could the cameras be?

But Minnie meowed to get your attention, and you had to fight the urge to take it in your arms and kiss it.

“Mr Park?” you called. The flat was silent, except for the kitten, which meowed again. “No,” you laughed then, scoffing again through your nose, sceptical. “You must be joking. It can’t be…”

With more meowing—that sounded a little bit impatient now—Minnie grabbed the clothes piled under its paws with its fangs and dragged them behind the kitchen counter, protected from your wide-open eyes. You were still trying to process everything, but it was undeniable that there was conscience in Minnie. When he looked at you, he saw you.

A few moments later, Park Jimin peeked over the counter. His big, rounded eyes shone through the blue morning mist, but you were not standing there to admire his features, his luscious lips, his little frame hidden behind the countertop. On the contrary, you approached him with cautious steps and confirmed that the kitten was nowhere to be seen.

What struck you most was the ugly hat clenched in his hands. Now that it was not covering his head, it was easy to disguise the two furry, pointed yellow ears camouflaged in his blond hair.

“You are a cat?” you mumbled, completely astonished.

“A hybrid,” he corrected you, “I can take the form of either a cat or a human, but I’m a hybrid… And this-this can make interactions a little bit weird for us, so I understand if you… I thought you’d be horrified if you found out since, hm, what happened last night.”

“So it wasn’t a wet dream!”

Jimin started fidgeting as he talked, and you swore, he was too cute for your own good. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you since you moved in, but you always seemed so… busy. Thought you’d only have me around if I was a cat.” His cheeks were blushing with a bright red. “Guess I’m braver when I’m your Minnie.”

“That’s why you kept coming around? Because you wanted to be with me?” you asked, still not quite sure how you wanted to feel about it.

“Yeah. I know it sounds creepy but-”

“That’s actually really cute. Awkwardly cute,” you laughed, “Aw, Minnie, come hug mommy.”

There was nothing but innocent intentions in what you said, in the way you addressed yourself, but Jimin couldn’t help shuddering when you surrounded him with your arms, crawling him into your chest.

You noticed how he took a deep breath against your neck, completely embarrassed. “I’m so sorry that I-I touched myself. I’ve been getting my rut these days, but I was trying to control it! I swear I’m more than happy with your kisses and your cuddles, but then you were—shit, I know it wasn’t your fault, it was mine, but-”

You took him out of your embrace so that you could look at him better and have him pay attention to you instead of wrapping himself up in a chaos of apologies and stuttering.

“Jimin,” you cut him off, “I appreciate that you’re apologising, but you don’t have to worry.” The boy hopefully tilted his head up. “You don’t.”

Actually, it was you the one who felt like shit. While Jimin was nothing but the victim of his own natural instincts, your biological functions, unlike his, were less than dead loss when it came to reproduction per se. Technically, it was you the one who took advantage of his needs, no matter how asleep you were.

Pressing him again against your chest to calm him down, you sort of felt something, and you couldn’t help the smirk that crept on your lips.

“Are you hard?”

He looked down at his crotch and nodded as he looked up back at you, a cute pout on his lips.

“You can’t help it, can you, kitten?” Your hand rose to his pointy furry ears and caressed them with the utmost delicacy, not wishing to disturb him or hurt him in any way, but still wanting to make him feel calm around you. It was a familiar touch for Jimin already, your hands on his head. “It must be bothering you.”

“I-It’s okay, mommy, I’m fine. It’ll go away,” he mumbled.

“Why don’t you use my bathroom to take care of it?” Jimin stared at you with his eyes wide open and a wild blush taking over his cheeks. “Go ahead, don’t be shy. You said it’s a natural reaction so, proceed. Don’t mind me.” And, in order to add more solidity to your offer, you pointed at the bathroom door with both hands.

His way to the bathroom was awkward, at least for him.

While Jimin was sometimes prey to his natural instincts, that didn’t mean he didn’t have proper sexual desires. You were the living proof of that. He wanted to be yours, yours—he wanted you to hold him while he merged into you and whisper to him what a good kitten he was. He wanted to feel you close. He wanted you to touch him where it hurt and kiss him and pet him and nurture him and love him.

When Jimin went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, he knew perfectly well that it wasn’t right, just like last night, when he let himself go against your warm touch. He was taking advantage of your maternal instincts towards him and was betraying your trust with his silence.

And it felt so good, and so wrong, pulling down his trousers and pants, freeing his already wet and hard dick. You had told him that you’d be in your room, in case he needed anything. But all he needed was you.

Meanwhile, you had decided to work on your bed, much more comfortable than your couch, hoping to get away from the moaning and groaning you heard coming from the bathroom. What the bloody hell were you thinking about when you told him he could touch himself there? Now you’d have to deal with the wet fabric of your underwear and the empty feeling in your crotch.

Jimin let out a moan, louder than any other sound you had ever heard from him. “Shit, shit-!” This was so fucked up. You were so fucked up. Your brain wouldn’t survive if he kept moaning and whimpering and whining like that. “Mmh- Mommy, p-please!”

“Minnie?”

You wondered why he was calling you so suddenly. What if he had accidentally hurt himself? You couldn’t think of any other reason why he’d be calling for his mommy—you really shouldn’t think about that.

The door was ajar when you arrived at the entrance of the bathroom, and all the lights were on. It was impossible to avoid staring at him and his figure in front of the mirror, moving frantically at the rhythm of his hand. If Jimin had not yet finished, he was close. Like a kid who kept mumbling ‘just one more sweetie’, you couldn’t rip your eyes off him. ‘Just one more look’.

Jimin turned around, leaning his back against the counter, unashamedly showing himself to you, his invisible audience. A high-pitched whimper came out of his mouth as his thumb stroked the sensitive tip of his dick.

Instead of reacting appropriately and hiding behind the wall, your body froze up as your mind looked for an excuse for why you were standing there, watching him touch himself in your bathroom even though you had ‘allegedly’ granted him privacy.

Sorry, I thought you were calling me.

You opened your mouth to speak, but you realised that Jimin had not flinched from your presence, continuing with his ministrations. He hadn’t noticed you—he was too engrossed on the way his fingers felt around his cock to do so.

His pointy ears twitched in your direction. “Hmf, please, so good,” he groaned, throwing back his head to flex on his thick neck. It would look amazing with your hands or a collar around it.

But then he looked at you through his narrowed eyelids, and it clicked.

Jimin was putting on a show, bending his back and softening his grip on his dick so you could see his angry red tip. He was putting on a show for you to see. To test you. To challenge you, tease you, dare you to come and take him. And, Lord have mercy, you fell into his trap.

“Were you calling for me, kitten?” you asked from the doorframe.

He nodded eagerly. “It’s not enough, mommy. Can’t cum.”

You looked down at his cock, caged between his short fingers, as you approached him. It was a game, and perhaps he was asking you to play along, but you needed to be sure that he wanted you to ravish him.

As far as he was concerned, he wouldn’t make the first move. He wouldn’t ask for anything, not even your hand. Jimin wanted you to go to him, because it was worth it only if you wanted him. And to get it, the kitten knew he had to lure you in.

But you could play that game, too—Park Jimin wasn’t the only one who knew which buttons to push and which strings to pull to drive someone crazy. If he wanted to push you beyond your limits and make you go feral, he’d have to work for it and bear with the consequences.

“Not enough? What isn’t enough, Minnie? I won’t know unless you tell me,” you muttered, stroking the tip of one of his furry ears.

Jimin soon understood the way you were going to play, and it was hard for him to keep a smirk off his face as he continued to move his hand up and down his dick. “My hand, mommy. It’s not enough, doesn’t feel right.”

“How so?”

“Your puss-shit!” he finally moaned. You felt his warm, unbridled breath on your cheek as he pressed his chest against yours. “Your pussy, mommy, I need your pussy, I need to be inside of you and fill you up, spill it into your womb so good! Please, let me, mommy, I need-”

You cut him off. “You need it, don’t you? You can’t help it. You’re so naughty, Minnie, wanting to fill me up…”

“So naughty,” he parroted out of breath.

In your defence, you couldn’t say it’d be easy for you to deny him anything at this point, given how damn wet you were or the way you were throbbing down your belly. Hell, Minnie had ended up having the upper hand, the lusty kitten. His lewdness was unquestionable. He could ask you the world and you would give it to him.

“Poor little thing. Since you can’t help it,” you agreed.

Jimin could have your pussy, but you knew that, eventually, it wouldn’t be enough, and that he would ask for more, but he’d have to play on your terms.

“Let’s go to my room.” Taking his hand, you lead him to your bed. “Oh, kitten, there’s no need,” you said when he started taking off his trousers. “I know it’d be embarrassing for you. Keeping them down to your thighs will do. You don’t have to take off your jumper either.”

The disappointment that shone momentarily in his eyes tasted like honey.

He couldn’t argue with you, no matter how much he wanted to beg you so you’d let him strip for you. “O-okay…”

Just as he was not surprised to see that you had no intention of taking off more clothes than necessary either. Jimin crawled in silence across the mattress to you as you lay on your back after taking off your pyjama shorts and throwing them somewhere.

It was all fun and teasing and jerking off to turn you on until the boy finally processed the fact that he was kneeling between your legs, dick hard and freed, waiting for you to get rid of your knickers.

“What is it, Minnie?” you cooed. He had suddenly got even redder and his ears were turned back. His dilated pupils were looking straight at you. “We can stop this if you want, kitten, don’t worry. Just tell me and I-”

“I want this,” muttered Jimin.

Smiling fondly, you pet his ears. “Then what is it? Are you nervous?”

The way he nodded, nuzzling your neck in embarrassment, made you move your hands towards his cheeks and pinch them gently, smiling down at him.

You thought for a second what you’d do with your hands. If you followed the lines you’d mapped out for your game, you’d have to keep them still, but that felt sort of weird and, what the hell, you weren’t willing to stoop so low. You wanted to touch Jimin and you would, even if it meant playing his game.

“Ready, kitten?” you asked as you took off your wet underwear.

Encouraging him a bit, your hands then went to his back, nails sinking into his soft flesh to keep him grounded, and Jimin finally gathered the courage to thrust up into you.

You didn’t lie—it took you more effort than you first thought to shut up a groan when you felt the way his dick stretched you out. But you managed, somehow, and that allowed you to hear the little sob that came from his lips as you noticed his whole body going into overdrive and shivering over yours.

This was going to be more fun than you thought.

“Anytime, Minnie.”

Once Jimin bottomed out—which seemed to take a year and half a second all at once—he began to build up a pace that surely wasn’t enough for you, but that you hoped wouldn’t be enough for him, either. He was visibly holding back, teasing your labia with the tip of his dick as he watched your reaction. It was funnier than you expected, seeing him press his lips together every time you showed him nothing but a calm, soft, and encouraging smile.

But even Minnie’s dick had a limit, and you soon felt that he was getting closer to his orgasm. You needed to change your strategy.

“Do you mind if I pet your ears? They’re so soft.”

He’d come straight away if you did. Jimin needed to make you let your guard down first, make you go feral on him, kiss him with your teeth and caress him with your nails and mark him all over and spank his ass. You’d stroke his ears, call him a good kitten, and it’d be over before it could even start.

“May I?”

Jimin shut his eyes. “I-I’ll come if you do it.”

“Isn’t that the whole point, kitten?” you teased him, “Having you come inside my pussy so you can quench your needs.”

“But-” The boy went silent instantly when both of your hands moved to his ears, stroking the tips up and down with the pads of your thumbs. He cried into the curve of your neck, tensing his thighs as a last resort not to come in a flash. “Shit!”

“How long are you going to keep up this game of yours, you naughty kitty?” you asked, moving to grab the back of his neck so he’d look at you, but let go of him, tired.

He breathed against your chest, pressing his nose on the hem of your loose top. “This isn’t a game for me anymore. I’m your kitten, mommy. Claim me—claim me and I’ll be yours. I’ll be your Minnie so you can kiss me and bite me and mark me and-fuck!” Jimin couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into yours, the friction too good and the climax too close. “Fuck me! Fuck me all you want, as hard as you want!”

“Now that’s my kitten,” you smirked.

You only needed a tilt of your head to make him turn both of you over so you could straddle his lap and line up his dick with your cunt. The smirk on your face was indelible, and for Jimin it was priceless.

“I don’t know if I’ll last, mommy.”

Jimin drank from your caress on his cheek as if he hadn’t been touched in years. “You’ll last as long as I tell you to, kitten. Be good for me, will you?”

“Yes,” he groaned.

It was crazy. He had been smelling you from the very first moment, how wet you were, and how impassive you seemed despite rubbing your thighs together every time you thought he wasn’t looking. Jimin knew he could fill that emptiness as soon as you told him to. But he had to get his shit together—thinking about his dick buried deep in your soaking cunt wouldn’t help him hold his load.

Soon enough, you grabbed the hem of your shirt to take it off, making your tits bounce free as you gestured Jimin to follow your example and strip, something he did almost instantly.

“I want mommy’s milk.”

You stared at him in awe, wondering what on earth ‘mommy’s milk’ was. Your skim milk he seemed to love? “Does that mean that you wanna suck my tits?”

“Yeah, I want mommy’s milk,” he repeated, nuzzling your chest as he stared at your perky nipples.

Some cock-warming would do him good to cool down, so you fixed your posture on his lap and grabbed his nape gently to guide his lips into one of your breasts, holding your breath. That one was new for you, but you couldn’t say you were even a bit less excited than Jimin.

He sucked the areola into his mouth, flicking his tongue around your nipple and ripping a moan off your proudly smiling lips. “You’re so good, kitten, drinking so well from mommy.” His dick twitched inside of you and you swore, you heard Jimin whimper against your soft skin. “What was that, Minnie? You don’t agree with mommy? Don’t you believe that you’re doing incredibly well? Because you are, baby. So good to me.”

The kitten had his kinks, just like everyone else.

After taking a deep breath through his nose, the boy wrapped his lips around your nipple again, and you thought for a moment if he really thought milk would leak from your bud at some point.

“I’m gonna-shit, mommy, I’m so close.” His voice was muffled by your skin. “Let me cum, please, let me fill you up, fuck!” You clenched around him when one of your fingers travelled down your belly to rub your clit. You’d only need a minute to reach your climax. “You’re so tight, I can’t hold it! ”

“You will hold it, kitten, or else I’ll use your cum to lube your useless spent cock and fuck myself with it until you’re begging me to stop,” you growled.

That shouldn’t have turned him on even more. It really shouldn’t have. But the moan that came from the depths of his chest gave him away, and Jimin had to use forces he didn’t know he had in order not to cross that limit, so close yet so far, that kept him from coming inside of you.

“I know you can do it, kitten, you’re so good for me already,” you cooed, trying to encourage him, as your voice was getting higher, “Just like that, baby boy, you’re doing so good.”

It hit you like a hammer. You reached that sweet point that unravelled the knot in your belly, making your thighs shiver and your hips push against his, shoving his cock deeper into your cunt.

How he didn’t come despite having you clenching around him so tight, you didn’t know, but Jimin did let you know that he had felt it deep in his bones when his hands grabbed your ass to speed up and shove himself into you, moaning loudly between gasps with his mouth agape.

But you scoffed out of breath, looking down at him, and pushed his chest into the mattress, raising your hips off him. “You’re gonna cum on my terms or you’re not gonna cum at all.”

“Mommy?” he gasped, “What-what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” you growled in his ear, forcing his hands onto the metal raids of your bed headboard. Jimin got the idea instantly and grabbed them, using the grip to propel his hips and thrust up into you. “I’m mounting my pussycat, Minnie. Didn’t you say you were going to fill me up? That you were going to spill all your load into my womb?”

“Yes, yes, please! I’m gonna fill you up so good, mommy, so fucking good!”

God bless this boy’s stamina.

You pushed your hips down his dick with all the strength you could gather. The tip bumped your cervix a few times, not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough for you to feel it. Then his cock twitched over and over again, his heavy balls hardened under your ass.

“I-I’m coming, mommy, fuck, harder, please! Hug me, hug me!” he sobbed, you couldn’t help obliging your kitten. Jimin sank his face between your breasts, barely sucking on your skin as he couldn’t close his mouth, and shivered in your embrace, thrusting up erratically into you. “Shit-so good, so tight! Fuck, fuck, hm, yes!”

With a final groan, he spilled his cum into you and shoved it up your cunt to ride out his orgasm before coming down on you, totally and utterly spent by the time you raised your hips off his dick.

But your thighs didn’t betray you, and they let you at least reach the edge of the mattress so Jimin could breathe, away from your suffocating breasts, as much drawn as he seemed to be to them. Then you felt something wet down your belly, and you looked down at your crotch to see cum dripping down your inner thighs.

“Mommy, it’s leaking!” he pouted, lazily sticking a finger in your cunt to keep his load inside of you. It seemed to truly concern him.

“Mommy’s sensitive down there, kitten,” you hissed in response, “You can try and fill her up again tomorrow if you want, but now we should take a nap. You can barely move, baby, and I can see you can’t keep your eyes open.”

Jimin nodded and threw himself onto your mattress. “Promise?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“You don’t have to work tomorrow, do you, mommy?” You shook your head, lying next to him and covering you both with your bedspread. “And the next day? You always wake up so early on Mondays, mommy.”

You frowned, wondering how on earth did he know that you worked the morning shift on Mondays, but Jimin’s warm arms tangling up around your waist so he could lean his head on your chest made you think that there were weirder things on this world than your cat neighbour knowing your schedule by heart.

He was your kitten now, though—it was better if he knew.

[firaknight]

Adeleine kittysitting Shiver Star Test Tube Cat

@kirbyofthestars RENA COME GET YOUR JUICE!!!!!!! /lh

~~~{+}~~~

Its a peaceful morning in Cloudy Park. The birds chirped outside, their songs carried on the spring breeze. Past a large village sat a small house, right next to the nearby forest. It’s a quaint little house, a cottage tucked away from the world. The exterior is a soft cream color, warmed by the early morning sun. Underneath a small overhang from the roof sit 2 mechanical beings: a wheelie scooter and an inactive Robobot Armor. Both look to be sleeping soundly and recharging their batteries.

Inside the house sit countless potted plants, all wildly different from one another. In one pot, a mischievous, overgrown clove plant. In another, a silent lotus sits upon the surface of its watery home. All seem to be alive, moving as if they had just woken up from a good nights sleep. From nearby, a creak can be heard as something climbs the stairs that lead to the second floor of the house.

At the end of the upstairs hallway is a large bedroom, messy in nature. Clothes scattered across the floor in a haphazard fashion. A few paint splotches line the carpet, and a few more along the walls. Curiously, there’s also one on the ceiling. How it got there is a mystery. Around the room are more potted plants, most of which look to be fully awake. There’s a closet against the far wall, one of the doors left partway open, a small, Ripple Star fairy sized bedroom crammed inside, just as messy as the bedroom itself.

Against the other wall is a bed, a figure peacefully sleeping away beneath the sheets. The figure is none other than Adeleine, dressed in a lime green nightgown, her face hidden beneath the bedsheets. A window lies above the bed, light streaming down and onto the bed. Surrounding the bed are more potted plants. Some have flowers which begin to close, retreating as morning arrives, while others appear to be just waking up, leaning down over Adeleine to see if she’s awake yet. A small pitter of footsteps breaks the silence. Something hops up onto the bed, patiently waiting for Adeleine to wake up. Adeleine shifts, sleepily mumbling to herself as she wiggles partway out of the covers, still fast asleep. Her hair is matted and scruffy from sleep. She rolls onto her back, and the creature on the bed leans down to see if she’s awake...

*sniff sniff*

“Mrrp?” The creature paws at Adeleines cheek, earning a sleepy groan from her.

“Mmnnghh... 5 more minutes, Ribbon...” Adeleine pathetically swats in the direction of the creature, completely missing it.

*sniff... sniffsniff*

“Mrrrrrrpp?” The creature leans towards Adeleines exposed neck, curious.

*sniff sniff*

Adeleine sleepily giggles and snuggles partway under the covers, much to the creatures dismay. The creature paws at the sheets, pushing them aside with ease as Adeleine wiggles back to her original position. It leans in closer this time, the whiskers on its face brushing against her skin.

*sniff sniff sniff*

“Mmppheheh... stoppit...” Adeleine rolls onto her side, her back to the creature, a dreamy smile on her face. The creature looks visibly annoyed, ears turning back ever so slightly. It doesn’t appear angry in the slightest, merely fed up with the lack of progress it’s made. It licks its paw and cleans its face for a brief moment before stepping forwards, crouching down to reach Adeleine.

*sniff... sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff*

“Mrrrrrraaaaow?” A much louder sound escapes the creature, and no response is given. Fed up with the lack of progress, the creature decides to take matters into its own soft little paws, leaning down towards Adeleines exposed neck once again and giving one final warning sniff...

*lick lick lick*

*nuzzle* *rub*

“MmphhHHEEEKK—!!” Adeleine jolts at the sudden coldness and slightly rough feeling against her neck, quickly dissolving into slightly sleepy giggles as the cold and roughness turns to an incredibly soft sensation against a horribly sensitive spot. She squirms, attempting to curl up to protect herself.

“Ohohokay! I-I’m up I’m up Ihihihi’m uhuhuhup!!” She quickly pulls the sheets up, guarding her neck, taking a second to compose herself. She then pulls the covers down slightly and looks right at one of the plants near her bed, giving it a slightly annoyed stare. The plant recoils in a way that says “wasn’t me!” A paw pats her cheek and she rolls over to find a cat sitting just a few inches from her.

“Oh! Test Tube! Were you the one who woke me up?”

“Mrrp!!” Test Tube rubs her face against Adeleines cheek in response, earning some head scritches.

“You little stinker! You could’ve pawed at my face and I would’ve woken up!” Test Tube simply rubs against her again, turning around and climbing into her lap as she sits up.

“Hey, now that I think about it, wasn’t Kirby watching you? How come you’re here and he’s not...” She looked to the closet, which was open.

“Where’s Ribbon? Did she pick you up from Kirbys house or something?” Test Tube’s ears went up and she hopped down onto the floor, standing at the doorway to the bedroom.

“Mrraaow!!!” Adeleine walked over, watching as Test Tube ran around her legs before running downstairs, zipping around the corner towards the living room. Adeleine chuckled, walking downstairs to quite the sight. Test Tube came back over and dropped an envelope at her feet.

“Uh, what’s this?”

“Brrff” Adeleine picked up the envelope, opening it and reading over the contents of the letter inside.

“Adeleine, I’ve been invited to Patchland for a celebration of guardian deities that protect each land. I have to leave early and I won’t be home by the time you wake up. Kirbys coming with, too, and I need someone to watch Test Tube. Since she technically lives here, I thought you could watch her for the day! I’ll be back before bedtime (I hope)! See you soon, Ribbon.” She folded the letter back into the envelope and set it on the small coffee table in the center of the living room.

“Looks like you’re spending the day with me, Test Tube!”

“Mrraaaooww!!!!!!” Test Tube stretched, opening her mouth to yawn. Adeleine could faintly make out the frighteningly sharp fangs in her mouth. That weird eye on her tail opened up briefly, closing as fast as it had opened.

“I keep forgetting you’re a mutant kitty, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.” Test Tube merely rubbed against her leg, looking up at her expectantly.

“I bet you’re hungry, huh?”

“Mra-a-a-aaaoww!!” A meow and yawn escaped Test Tube as she stretched again.

“Alright, I’ll give you a snackie, but let me feed the plants first. They’ll get incredibly fussy if I don’t.”

“Mrrp!!!” The two of them walked to the kitchen and Adeleine fished out a pitcher from one of the cabinets, filling it with water.

“Alright everyone, wake up!! I’ve got breakfast!”

~~~{+}~~~

“Test Tube, please stop trying to eat the clove. I don’t know if it’s bad for you or not and I’d rather not take my chances and find out.” The clove plant Adeleine was watering crept down and lifted Test Tube up, setting her down away from its pot. When Adeleine finished watering it, the clove gave her a little pat on the head before retracting to a normal position.

“Ok Test Tube, let’s get you some crunchies.” Test Tube practically shot to the cabinet, watching as Adeleine casually walked over.

“Mrraaoww!!!”

“Meeooww!!! I know!!! It’s time for crunchies!!!” Adeleine opened the cabinet and grabbed the cup inside the crunchy bag, scooping up a cupful and walking over to Test Tubes food bowls, nearly getting tripped by the eager kitty along the way.

“Ok, here you go!” She dumped the contents of the cup into one of the bowls, which had a few crunchies remaining in it already. Test Tube stuck her head in and chowed down without hesitation. Adeleine put the cup back in the bag, closed it up, and put it away, she grabbed a couple teabags, started heating water in her old teakettle, and grabbed herself some breakfast while she waited.

“Brff” Adeleine looked down to find Test Tube once again at her feet, looking up at her expectantly.

“I already gave you crunchies. You don’t get any more until dinner, ok?”

“Mraaaa!!” Adeleine peered over to the near empty bowl of crunchies.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten them all at once then!” She was met with a particularly strong headbutt from Test Tube. She gave her a pet and grabbed a cinnamon roll out of the fridge, setting it on the table as she walked to get her tea ready. She could see Test Tube ready to jump onto the counter, backing up a little to get a better position.

“Test Tube. Soft kitty soft. Give me a second so I can get my tea! I’ll give you some pets in a second!” Test Tube sat down, watching as Adeleine dropped a teabag or two into her cup, pushing them down with a spoon before setting them on the table behind her. She sat down and Test Tube followed her, looking up at her.

“Alright, c’mon.” She patted her leg and Test Tube hopped up, climbing up to look over her shoulder. Adeleine leaned back in her chair, careful to not crush any paws, taking a bite of her cinnamon roll.

“What do you say we make some art later, Test Tube?”

“Mrraow!!!” Adeleine smiled and took another bite of her cinnamon roll.

Today’s going to be fun, I can just feel it!

~~~{+}~~~

“Ok, so this is your canvas. I’m gonna stick your paws in non toxic paint and then you can walk on the canvas to your hearts content! Just... don’t roll on it or lick the paint off.”

“Mrrp.” Adeleine carefully picked up Test Tube and very very gently dipped the bottoms of her front paws in paint, then set her down on the canvas. Test Tube looked utterly confused before she realized she had stuff on her feet, hurriedly walking on the canvas before absolutely zooming to the other side of the room, leaving paw prints on the floor. She came running back over, using Adeleine as a stepping stone, another set of little paw prints left in her wake, a few of which were left on Adeleines painting smock.

“MRRP!!!!!!!” Test Tube excitedly ran past again, her tail all puffed up from the excitement. Adeleine giggled, watching as Test Tube practically flew around the room, finally stopping near the canvas. Adeleine took this moment to pick her up, placing her in her lap so she could attempt to wipe the paint off her paws. Test Tube, still brimming with excited energy, very quickly tried to roll out of Adeleines lap, failing when Adeleine gently grabbed ahold of one of her paws to clean it.

“Oh, sit still! I don’t want you licking any of this off! Sure, it’s non-toxic, but I’m not taking any chances!”

“Mrraaowww!!!!!!!”

~~~{+}~~~

Adeleine walked up the stairs and towards her room. She was tired, having spent a bunch of time painting one of the commissions she was given. She was fairly sure her headache was just from exhaustion, maybe dehydration. That, or the fact that she forgot to open the windows for a couple hours while working with oil paints. Thankfully Test Tube had decided she was too boring to hang around and went upstairs. Adeleine really didn’t want her breathing that crap in.

“Test Tube? Are you up here?”

“Mrp?” Adeleine looked around, trying to figure out where the chirp from Test Tube came from. She peeked into the bathroom, only to find Test Tube sprawled out on the floor.

“Hiiii!!!!!”

“Mrrrrrp!!” Test Tube did a little scoot, her front paws tucked in a little. Adeleine knelt down, letting her sniff her hand.

“Can I give the soft kitty some pats?” She gave Test Tube a few pets before switching to patting Test Tubes hip, which resulted in immediate purring.

“Are you my soft kitty? Huh? Are you?” Adeleine chuckled to herself at how high she managed to get her voice to go. Her delight quickly changed to gasps of pure joy as Test Tube proceeded to start rolling on the floor.

“Rolly kitty!!!!!!! Oh, rolly kitty!!!!!!” Adeleine gently pet Test Tubes exposed stomach, relishing in how delightfully soft it was.

“Mrrrp!” Test Tube quickly got up, fiercely but lovingly headbutting Adeleines leg.

“Are you a happy kitty, huh?”

“Mrraow!!!” Test Tube lovingly headbutted her again, giving her head a little shake, her ears clapping together with a weird smack. Adeleine picked her up and gave her a couple smooches before setting her back down and heading off to her room to change into something more comfortable.

~~~{+}~~~

“Ugh, there’s never anything good on...” Adeleine flipped through channels with the remote, laying lazily on the couch. Test Tube had gotten her dinner with a cupful of crunchies, and Adeleine had made an effort to eat something, despite not being very hungry (thanks to an incredibly late lunch), with said something being a small fruit salad. A blanket was draped over the lower half of her, pulled up right to her ribs. She settled on a nature documentary, since it was one of the only decent things on. She laid back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before something soft gently patted her arm.

“Mrrrp?” Adeleine slowly peeked over the side of the couch, only to find Test Tube patiently sitting on the floor.

“You can come up!” Her tone was cheery, but the exhaustion was very noticeable, forcing her voice to a much quieter volume. Test Tubes ears perked up a little. She rocked back and forth for a moment while she prepared to jump, and then hopped up onto the couch. She took a second to scope for a good spot to sit, opting for somewhere on Adeleine, and promptly sat down on her stomach, tucking her paws in so she looked like a little loaf. Adeleine could hear the faint rumble of a purr coming from Test Tube, letting out a sigh.

“Ribbon should be back soon...” Adeleine felt her eyelids growing increasingly heavier. It was becoming a chore just to stay awake. The combination of pure exhaustion from painting for so long and the relaxing sound of Test Tube purring made the urge to sleep harder to fight. She glanced up at the clock on the wall, then at Test Tube.

“I suppose a quick nap wouldn’t hurt... and besides... *yawn* Ribbon won’t be home for a while anyway... I’m sure she won’t mind...” Adeleine let her eyelids shut, the world slowly being drowned out as sleep took hold...

~~~{+}~~~

The door to the house creaked open, and in fluttered Ribbon, holding a multitude of bags decorated with beads. She immediately noticed how dark it was, the only light being from the plants scattered around the house.

“Addie! I’m home!” No response.

“That’s weird... usually she answers right away...” Ribbon quietly closed the door, listening intently. She couldn’t hear anything from the studio down the hall, so clearly Adeleine wasn’t in there, not to mention the lights weren’t on in there either. She didn’t hear any creaks from upstairs, so she most likely wasn’t up there either. Ribbon looked to her right, noticing that the TV was on, the light faintly illuminating the couch.

Why in the world is the TV still on? Did Addie forget to turn it off or-

Ribbon fluttered into the living room and, upon closer inspection, realized that Adeleine was laying on the couch, sound asleep. She had a blanket on, which had been pulled up over her shoulders, and a pillow taken from upstairs had been placed behind her head, both of which Ribbon suspected weren’t like that before. Upon Adeleines chest sat Test Tube, purring away. Ribbon smiled at the sight, silently fluttering over and leaving a few of the bags in her hand next to Adeleine. She glanced at the clock, shaking her head.

It’s past 11. No way I’m going to be able to haul her upstairs like this without her waking up. She does look awfully comfy though. I don’t think she’d mind spending the night down here...

Ribbon nodded to herself, taking the remote and turning off the TV, resting it on the coffee table in the center of the room before fluttering towards the stairs.

“Sleep tight, Addie. Thanks for watching Test Tube for me. I’ll see you in the morning, good night!”

[celest1all]

stress free | draco x reader

request: Hey can you write a draco x reader where te reader is easily stressed and it’s exams time so she is really stressed like she gets to the point of vomit and she forgets to eat so she is feeling really bad like headache and dizzy but draco takes care of her thanks!!! ❤️

a/n: this is set in year 5, so when Umbridge was at Hogwarts (she is also in this one shot aha)

warning(s): umbridge since she deserves her own warning, forgetting to eat, vomiting, fluff, idk.

tag list (if you would like to be added, feel free to ask <3); @accio-rogers / @angelinathebook / @strawberriesonsummer / @theojuicee / @coldlilheart

>masterlist<

You were currently hunched over a book in the library, with nothing but the sound of rain pattering down on the windows to keep you company. You estimated that you had been there for about 4 hours, but you weren’t entirely sure. All that you were sure of, was that you were extremely tired and your back was aching badly.

You had been studying non stop for the last two weeks because the O.W.L’s were getting closer with every passing day. And you were stressing. The new professor — who had coincidentally taken over the entire school — was supposed to help you pass the exams, but when it was clear she wasn’t going to, you decided to take it into your own hands.

A small part of you were aware of the fact that it was time to go to the Great Hall for dinner, but the other part — the part that was solely focused on success — won. So you powered on through, gathering more and more books to fill your brain with as much material as possible.

Meanwhile, Draco was in the Great Hall waiting rather impatiently. You told him that you would meet him so you could eat together, but here he was, alone. After a few more minutes of smelling the mouth watering food that was laid out infront of him, he caved and began piling the delicious goods onto his plate.

******

“Are you alright, [Y/N]?” Hermione asked you with furrowed eyebrows as she examined your green-ish face.

You nodded slightly and took a deep breath. “Yeah, we can’t be late otherwise Umbridge will most likely have our heads.”

Hermione was hesitant, “Are you sure? You look like you’re about to — ” Before she could finish her sentence, you hunched over and leaned a hand onto the wall. You dry heaved in the corner of the corridoor, nothing actually coming out of your mouth due to forgetting to eat. “ — be sick.” Hermione finished, rubbing your back.

You wiped your mouth before standing up right. “You go, ‘mione. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

“What about you?”

“I’m going to head to the girls lavatories.” You wobbled slightly on your feet, feeling extremely dizzy.

“But Umbridge — ” You shook your head at her and explained that you couldn’t give two shits about the pink obsessed professor at this time, to which she just laughed and bid you a goodbye.

Luckily for you, the bathrooms weren’t that far away so you managed to get there rather quickly. You were in there for about fifteen minutes before you headed back to DADA.

You walked in and you were met with Umbridge smiling rather scarily at you. “Thanking you for gracing us with your presence, Miss [L/N].”

You nodded at her and looked around the room, locking eyes with your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. You smiled slightly at him and he sent a worried glance your way before turning around and facing the front. You frowned but directed your gaze towards the Professor infront of you.

“Due to your tardiness, you have been given a detention. Meet me after class, Miss [L/D].” She finished her sentence with the giggle everyone hated so much.

Not really knowing how to reply, you simply nodded again and found your seat. You caught the eye of Hermione who gave you a sad smile. You mouthed that it was okay to her and faced the front.

The class felt like it lasted longer than it normally did — probably because you couldn’t keep your eyes open — but it finally ended. You waited for Draco outside the classroom like you normally did, and he welcomed you with concern written onto his face.

“What?” You asked curiously. He carried on frowning at you. “What??”

“Have you been sick?” He questioned whilst inspecting your face intently. You widened your eyes slightly but then shook your head at him. “Don’t lie to me, [Y/N].”

“I haven’t.” You nibbled on your bottom lip, looking anywhere but in his eyes. “I gotta go otherwise I’m going to be late for detention with Umbridge.”

You started to say your goodbye and turn around before Draco grabbed your arm and made you face him.

He stared at you for a few seconds before sighing, “Be careful.”

You weren’t entirely sure what he was asking you to be careful about, but nodded at him either way. “I will.” With that, you kissed his cheek and began making your way to the part of the day you’ve been dreading since you got given detention.

Once you walked into her office, you were greeted with the sound of cats meowing and Umbridge smiling at you...once again.

“Good evening, Miss [L/D].” She greeted, making you cringe inwardly.

“Uh, good evening.” You returned, glancing around the room.

“Feel free to take a seat.” She motioned to the pink chairs in her office. You did as she said and waited for the next piece of information.

“You’re going to be doing some lines for me today, Miss [L/D].” You started to get your quill out from you bag but was stopped by the sound of her voice. “No, not with your quill. You will be using a very special one of mine.”

You watched her move towards you and place the quill next to the parchment that was on the table infront of you. You frowned and said, “I haven’t got any ink.”

“Oh, you won’t need any ink.” She replied from behind you.

“What do you want me to write?” You were beginning to get irritated but tried not to let it show.

“I must be on time.” You rolled your eyes and began to write. You wrote about two lines before your hand you weren’t using to write with, started to hurt. You started to feel nauseous again but you carried on nonetheless.

After another line of writing I must be on time you looked at the back of your hand. There you saw the words being scratched into your hands. You winced due to the pain and you could vaguely feel Umbridge moving around you. Oh, how you so wanted to hit right now. You probably would have if you didn’t feel like you were going to heave again.

You stared at her for a second, “Yes?”

You debated whether or not you should say something, but you didn’t want to get in trouble again. “Nothing.”

Umbridge let you leave, thankfully, so you started to walk back to your common room. Unfortunately, the feeling that you were going to throw up again washed over you. You stopped where you were and leaned against the wall.

“You’re under too much stress, love.” You could smell the scent of your boyfriend before he even began speaking. “When was the last time you did something other than study?”

You rubbed your forehead and willed yourself to not vomit — if what you did earlier was considered vomiting — but it apparently didn’t work. Your head pounded whilst your stomach contracted, making you dry heave infront of the person you love most in this world.

Draco widened his eyes at the sight before him. He panicked slightly, but he quickly realised he should be doing something to comfort you. He rubbed circles on your back and made sure that you were not going to hurl before you stood up straight.

“That’s it, you’re having a stress free day tomorrow.” He stated, leaving no room for disagreement.

“I’ve got to study for the O.W.L’s, Draco.” You pouted.

“You’ve made yourself physically sick, [Y/N]. You’re having a stress free day.” You looked up at him and smiled softly.

“Okay.” You agreed, a grin making it’s way onto his perfect face.

“And if you ever push yourself this hard again, I’ll hex you.” You both laughed at his joke, well, you hoped it was a joke.

“Thank you.”

“Any time.”

Draco took your hand into his and rubbed his thumb over your hand, which coincidentally, was the hand that had been scratched into. You tried to hide the wince, but he quickly looked down.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled quite loudly.

“Shush!” You surveyed your surroundings just to ensure no one was around. “Look, it’s fine.”

“Oh yeah, seems like it.” Draco replied sarcastically. “Did Umbridge do that to you?”

You waited a few seconds before nodding at him. “Don’t do anything, please.” You said to him, hoping he would understand.

He was going to argue with you, to tell you that she shouldn’t be able to get away with practically torturing you just because you were late, but the look on your face caused him back down.

“Okay.” He sighed.

“I love you.” You smiled up at him. Draco was slightly taken aback due to the fact you’ve never actually told him that before. He saw the flash of rejection go through your face when he didn’t say it back, “I love you too.”

You both ended up breaking out into shit-eating grins. “This doesn’t mean we aren’t having a stress free day, tomorrow.” Draco sent a pointed look your way.

“Yes, sir.” You rolled your eyes at him, the smile still evident on your face.

“Come on,” He pulled you along side him when he started to walk away. “Let’s get something to eat. You must be starving.”

You hummed in agreement, starting to feel less and less stressed as the night went on. You could definitely get used to that.

[meat-husband]

Hi! I hope your having a nice day and I’d like to request something. I saw that you responded the classic slashers as dogs and was wondering what would they be as pets? Your blog is great btw!

Ooh that’s interesting! I don’t really know much about pets other than cats and dogs so I’ll stick to different breeds of those!

Brahms

Definitely a dog. One of the fancy breeds, something like a poodle or bichon that you have to groom (good luck with that). Just big enough that he’s not the size to be a little lapdog, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. 

One of those dogs that cannot be left alone, even for a moment. He knows the rules, but the second your back is turned, your shoes are being chewed up and he’s rolling all over that antique sofa you trained him not to jump on. 

There is a lot of separation anxiety here, and it doesn’t just manifest in some barking and waiting at the door for your return. You are abandoning him and he’s going to bring the whole house down in revenge. 

This is a one pet household and he’ll make sure it stays that way. Even human visitors are met with hostility, so you have to lock him up in baby jail if you want to have anyone over, or risk getting sued when he bites someone. 

Michael

Hatred for dogs. Stalking. Quiet. Senseless murder. One hundred percent a cat. No specific breed, just a shorthair stray that lurks around the neighborhood and no one is quite sure if he has an owner or not. 

You go downstairs in the morning to see him lounging on your counter, waiting for breakfast, but you don’t have a cat. He regularly breaks in to make himself at home anyways, so get used to it. 

Not into being petted, but he loves to trick you into trying it anyways to get you close enough to scratch. He’s perfected the ‘please pet my belly so I can trap your hand’ routine, but you fall for it every time. 

Anything you leave on a table, counter or mantle is getting pushed right off. You can never catch him at it, but the sound of something expensive shattering as it lands on the ground, followed by him streaking out of the room at top speed, always lets you know who is responsible. 

Bubba

One of those tiny, trembly little chihuahuas that hides under tables and barks non stop when someone comes over. Everything is big and scary, please pick him up!

He’s a barker (or yapper) and it’s the most deafening, high pitched sound you’ve ever heard. Anything is enough to get him started and he doesn’t stop until you scoop him up. 

He might be a chihuahua, but he’s a chonker, waddling around like a fat little potato with big eyes. You’d never know that he was the runt of the litter, because now he’s three times as big as any of the others. 

He’s a little too short to properly jump onto furniture by himself, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. He’ll get a running start only to smack into the side of the couch, so you have to be the one to get him up. 

Thomas

Big feral barn cat that looks like he’s been in quite a few fights. You can always tell when you’ve entered the room he’s in, because you hear an ominous yowl from wherever he’s hiding. It takes a long time for him to warm up to you, but he’s amazingly cuddly once he decides he likes you. 

Hides behind corners and ambushes your ankles at every opportunity, and if you happen to move your feet under any kind of blanket, he’ll attack that too. It would be cute if he wasn’t so vicious about it, clawing up your legs every time you try to leave the couch. 

He can tolerate people as long as they leave him alone, and cats are sometimes okay, but he hates dogs. There’s no hesitation to launch himself at the nearest canine, spitting and hissing, but at least he’s big enough that he’ll probably win any fight he starts. 

Strictly an indoor cat, he picks one area that he likes the best, usually one with a good hiding spot, and stays there. His preferred spot is under the bed, so he tends to keep to your room, occasionally wandering out to come keep you company. 

Jason

One of those big, tubby cats with the smooshed in faces. The biggest cat you’ve ever seen, with patchy fur and crooked teeth that make him look a little rough. 

You can’t stand up without him twisting around your legs, chirping and meowing at you. He’s always in the same room as you, so don’t you dare try to close the bathroom door on him. 

Single handedly responsible for the eradication of most of the small animals within a certain radius of your house. Anything from birds, rodents and even other cats are in danger when they step on your property. 

He’s an indoor-outdoor cat, no matter how hard you try to keep him inside. He’ll bust through window screens, dart out any door left open too long, and wedge himself into any opening he can find in his bid to escape. Also has a classic case of ‘let me outside - no wait, I want back in’, so you’re kept busy listening for his cries for the door to be opened. 

Vincent 

Doggo! He’s big, but it’s mostly height rather than weight, and he will make use of that to get into places he shouldn’t, putting his paws on counters and tables to reach forbidden snacks. 

Try to stop him all you want, he’s sleeping in the bed with you. No curling up by your feet either, he’s half on top of you and slowly scooting closer and closer the entire night. 

He does alright around other animals, but you are not allowed to pet another dog. Every time you return home, he’s on you instantly, sniffing around to make sure you haven’t been out there giving someone else head pats. 

Loses his mind when he sees another animal outside the window, and barks at every dog that appears on TV. Whenever you turn it on, he’s right next to you on the couch, vigilantly watching the screen. 

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Heart of a lion

Chapter 2 Getting to Know You

Shinso x Reader

Rated M for Future Mature Themes (Not Explicit)

Tags: slow burn, mutual pining, secretive quirk

Summary: You never wanted to be a hero. You come from a long family of heroes, so why not just be a normal person? That’s what you hoped, until you re-connected with your old High School friend/crush.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 /

The first day of school always left a sour taste in every student’s mouth. Especially yours, as you were completely out of your normal elements. UA always seemed like such a prestigious school that was way above your social circle and here you were, taking classes there. Not to mention no one you knew attended UA, not that there were any notable friends you made anyway. You released a sigh and walked into the entrance of the towering building, not missing a green haired student almost tripped onto his face, only to be saved by a girl who made him float so he didn’t dive right into the pavement.

At least I’m not the only nervous one here. You thought as you searched for your class. General Department class 1-C. Your stomach churned outside of the classroom as you willed yourself to open the door. Immediately you were introduced to faces you did not recognize. You sneaked in the room and sat in the only empty desk that weren’t bombarded with students: in the back corner by the window. You sat your stuff down and looked out the window. You started to regret your choice to graduate into this school. Was UA really the best place to go?

As you mulled over your decisions, you didn’t even notice the student with indigo hair that sat directly in front of you.

“Looks like you weren’t kidding when you said you would join me.”

Surprised and caught off guard by his sultry voice, you looked ahead to see your former and current classmate and he was… smiling? Grinning? Either way, you were sure you felt your heart skipped a beat… or maybe that was your anxiety. “Y-yeah! I finally decided to test my luck. I guess they liked me enough to accept me.”

You heard him hum to himself. “Well, they would be idiots not to.”

You were about to ask him what he meant by that, but the teacher entered the classroom before you could. Idiots not to accept you into the school? Or idiots to not like you?

Either way you were glad that you had at least one person to talk to. You can’t help but smile to yourself. It might be an interesting time at UA.

  You wished you had a quirk that made you disappear because gym was the worst. Even though you were in general studies, it seemed the school took the students’ health seriously, even the students who were not heroes. The gym teacher decided to test everyone’s strength and stamina because god forbid you have an easy first day. He challenged everyone in the class to keep running and to not stop moving for one whole lap, or the whole class had to take an extra lap. You didn’t want to be the sorry sucker with the whole class pointing daggers at you, so you were about to collapse when you hit the halfway mark. Your shins were on fire at this point and you were almost ready to give up.

“Come on, I know you got more in you.” You heard that same sultry voice next to you again.

“I don’t know,” you strained to talk. “I think being on everyone’s shit list… is a better option than dying.”

Shinso let out a small laugh. “I don’t think it’s that bad.”

“What? Being on everyone’s shit list or dying?”

“Dying. I don’t think anyone’s ever died from running too much.”

“Well, you’re about to see it.”

You made idle chatter with him like this, forgetting the pain in your body until you saw the finish line. You both finished at the same time and you couldn’t stop yourself from doubling over with your hands on your knees and let out a groan of pain.

“Please god don’t make me do that again.” You cried out to no one in particular.

Shinso walked up to you with a sly grin. “It’s only the first day and you’ve already had more than you can handle?”

“More than you know.” You took a deep breath and released. “Really regret doing nothing but eating chips and cuddling cats all summer.”

Before Shinso could speak, the gym teacher walked up to you and placed a firm hand on your shoulder. “Which is why we need warmups like this! So, you can get your body into tip-top shape for the year!”

This is what you call a warmup?! You screamed in your head; very sure the rest of the class thought the same.

“Come on students! Let’s do some cool down exercises in the gym!”

The entire class groaned and followed the teacher. You stayed behind to catch your breath, noticing Shinso had not left yet. “You don’t have to wait for me you know. I need a minute.”

“I’m not going to the gym.” He simply said and walked in the opposite direction.

You looked at him with confusion. Where is he going?

He stopped and turned to you. “You want to come with?” He asked in a monotone voice.

You weighed your options. Follow a student you barely knew, or, finish dying off with the rest of class in the gym, who are also students you barely knew. You decided that you did not want to die today. You straightened yourself out and followed Shinso to the furthest fence that lead into a forest. He climbed on top of it and offers a hand. You pout and climbed it yourself and threw your leg over the fence and jumped down.

“I can do at least this.” You smugly said to him.

“Really? I thought you said you were dying.” He said as he jumped down to join you.

You followed him through the trees of the forest. “Only temporarily. It was a temporary dying.”

He snickered and you couldn’t help but grin. He has the cutest smile and laugh.

You both weaved through the forest and you started to feel your heart drop the deeper you both traveled into the forest. You didn’t know if it was because you were skipping class, or you were following Shinso into the middle of no-where, but the eerie croaking of the forest unnerved you. Not to mention Shinso could easily make you do anything and have you forget…

No. You were not like those assholes who assumed he was a bad person. Still, you couldn’t help but be on guard. You tried to make light conversation. “Man, I hope this isn’t a part of some convoluted plan to kill me in the middle of no-where.”

“Not unless you like being killed by fluffy lint balls with claws.”

You gave him a quizzical look, but quickly understood when you suddenly heard little meows from a multitude of cats. In the middle of this forest someone built a little shelter that housed two adult cats and two little kittens. You heart clenched at the sight as Shinso walked toward them slowly.

“Hello, Jack and Jill. Kitten and Mitten.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out two cans of cat food. He opened them and gently pushed it toward the family.

“Jack and Jill? Kitten and Mitten?” You questioned from a distance. You didn’t know how the parent cats would respond to you, so you kept your distance.

“I’m not that original, I know.” He responded as he scratched one of the cat’s ear.

“I think it’s cute.” You responded as you walked forward slowly to not to disturb their feeding time. “How long have they been here?”

“Since spring. I found them when I came here to put in my application. It was raining almost every day, so I managed to get my hands on this little house. Been feeding them since then.” They finished eating and immediately started to rub on Shinso leg.

“I can see they’re already used to you.” You said.

“Yeah, I come and feed them a lot, even though they can hunt for small animals.” He looked toward you. “You want to pet them?”

You give him an unsure look.

“Sorry, I just assumed you liked cats when you said you cuddled one all summer.”

He wasn’t wrong but you and felines had a very odd relationship. You looked toward the two adult cats, who were obviously on guard. You thought you might as well try.

You kneeled on your legs and leaned down gently, lowering your eyes.

Shinso observed your actions curiously.

You slowly reach out your hand toward both the adult cats and let them both sniff you a little bit to let them get familiar with your scent. Soon enough, both adults started to rub against your hand to let you pet them.

“Amazing.” Shinso said. “It took giving them shelter and food for them to even think of giving me a chance.”

“Well, me and cats have a pretty peculiar relationship. They either love me or hate me.” You said as the mom cat sat on your lap. “Although, they’re probably only accepting me because they trust you.”

“I hope so. I really like them.”

If only your middle school class could have seen him now. How could someone who so desperately wanted the approval of a bunch of kittens be a villain? You laughed a bit.

“Something funny?” He questioned.

“Nothing, just…” you wondered if it would be appropriate to bring up. “I never understood why our class automatically labeled you as a villain when I’m pretty sure you never did anything wrong.”

He observed the little kittens as they wrestled each other. “It comes with the quirk. People can’t help it, especially when its mind control. Villains give it a bad reputation.”

You felt sorry for him. He’s had to deal with this ridicule most of his life, no doubt being misunderstood simply because of his quirk. If it were irritating when they mocked him in class, you could only imagine what it must have been like his whole life.

“They just fear what they don’t know.” You said as you gently pat the cat in your lap. “And they’re idiots because they don’t know you.”

“You don’t know me either.”

“I would like to.” You didn’t know what possessed you to say something so bold. Maybe because it was a tender moment or because you wanted to tell him this for a while.

Shinso looked away with a slight blush on his face. “Not sure why you would want to but… thank you.”

You both grew silent the next few minutes. You couldn’t tell if it was an awkward or normal moment, but you enjoyed his presence none-the-less. You hoped he felt that way too.

After a few more minutes you both agreed to head back to the classroom. You said your goodbyes to the cat family and started to head back, noticing that Shinso kept glancing at you.

“Like what you see?” You smirked at him.

Shinso turned his head away looking embarrassed. “Nothing, it’s just… I don’t understand why you would want to get to know me. You’ve heard what they say.”

“I’m not one to judge a book by it’s cover.” You answered. “I would like to know someone before I can judge them.”

He said nothing else as you both got back, just in time to see that the class just ended, and students filing into the locker rooms.

“I’ll see you back in class.” You waved to him goodbye.

“Yeah.” He responded as he entered the boy’s locker room.

You walked inside and started to change into your normal school cloths. You wished this wasn’t the first or last time you got to hang out with Shinso, and you hoped he thought the same.

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Meet-Cute and Other Adventures {2/100}

Pairing: Clint Barton/Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Notes: N/A

In the weeks since you’d been cornered in the alleyway between your home and work, mutant-human relations have been in a steady but constant decline. The news regularly covers scenes where mutant-friendly businesses have been picketed by angry humans. Apartment complexes where mutants live are vandalized. You keep your head down, and hope that no-one will notice you. You really shouldn’t be too surprised when someone tossed a Molotov cocktail into your open living room window.

Shattering glass is what startles you out of sleep. The yowling of your cat by your bedroom window has you scrambling out of bed. Your brain is still cottony as you fling open the casement, letting Sprinkles out. The feline hops out onto the fire escape and wails again.

That’s when you notice the smoke.

Coughing, you pad out of your bedroom and into your kitchen, where you can see fire — fire — flickering off of the cracked linoleum. The smoke and the rapidly growing flames have you blinking back tears and swearing loudly. Someone pounds on your door.

”Help,” you cry out. “I’m in here!”

The fire is between you and the front door. Shit. You scramble to get back into your room, grabbing an empty duffel bag on your way past the utility closet. When you get into your room, you slam your door shut,

You toss clothes haphazardly into the bag, grabbing the comfiest that you can find. Now you remember why Professor X had told your class why you needed to keep a bag packed at all times.

”Humans… normal people… don’t always understand what’s different, and they can be dangerous. It is always best to be prepared to move.”

You have gotten too comfortable in the little life you’ve built for yourself, and this is the result. Stupid, stupid, naïve, you scold yourself, sliding your clunky old laptop in amidst the soft sweatpants and worn t-shirts. This is why you listen to your elders, dumbass.

Biting your lip, you briefly debate digging around in your closet for the delicate gold chain that you’d been given when your family dropped you off at Xavier’s so many years ago. You scoff to yourself. It’s the only thing you have of them; it’s a non debatable necessity.

You’re on your hands and knees waist-deep in the junk that you’ve tossed into your closet when someone taps on your window. You don’t hear them at first, finally wrapping your fingers around the knotted gold chain. They knock on the white-wood frame this time. You hear them and stand up too fast, smacking the back of your head against the lower clothes bar.

“Fuck!”

Rubbing your hand over the newly-formed goose egg, you turn to your window with a scowl. Your apartment is three stories up and the fire escape’s ladder to the ground is always rusted stuck — there’s no way anyone could climb up it. “Who are you?”

”What, you don’t recognize me? I’m hurt.”

That voice… You definitely recognize it, but you can’t place where you’ve heard it before. How do you know him? “Who are you?”

The man slides in your window like it’s second nature. He’s wearing a mask-hood hybrid. A super? He pulls the cowl back, and recognition dawns on you.

“Clint?”

“Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?”

You splutter at his use of ‘sweetheart’. “Not that I’m not glad to see you, but what the hell are you doing here?”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Do you really want to have that conversation while your apartment is on fire? Come with me, I can keep you safe.”

Safe, right. Safe is good. You spread your hands out in front of yourself. “Lead the way, oh mighty one.”

Clint makes to grab your duffel, but you beat him to it. “Nope, there’s delicate stuff in here, man. I’ve got it. Can you give me my cat?” He looks confused, but then you point at your incredibly dumb cat; he’s rubbing up against Clint’s legs. The man scoops Sprinkles up and hands him to you. The little idiot is purring like crazy. You unzip the bag and let Sprinkles sit on the top of the clothes before zipping it up.

Clint snorts. You roll your eyes. Sprinkles does look a little ridiculous with just his poofy head poking through the zipper. In your hurry to get to the window, you brush up against the doorknob and hiss. It’s hot enough to burn your skin now. You clap a hand over the burn.

”Okay, I’m good to go. Can we go now?” Your voice shakes with the pain. You’d never been good with injuries in school, and that hasn’t changed over the last two years.

”Yeah, of course. C’mon.” Clint helps you through the window and onto the metal platform of the fire escape. It’s cold outside, and you remember that a weather anchor had predicted snow later on in the week. Clint waves you towards the stairs going up. “This way.”

You give him a very thorough side-eye. “Shouldn’t we be going down?”

Clint jerks his head at the angry crowd below. “You sure you wanna go down there right now?” You shake your head. He nods. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now come on, I have a place where you’ll be safe until we can get you to Xavier’s.”

The two of you spend the next few minutes climbing up the fire escape before reaching the roof. Clint hasn’t even broken a sweat, you notice. Meanwhile, you’re panting and bracing your hands on your knees as you catch your breath. “How,” pant “are,” gasp “you,” wheeze “not,” deathrattle “dying?”

“Because I’ve trained nearly every single day of my adult life to do stuff like this,” he says. You place a hand on your chest, as if that will stop your heart from leaping out behind your ribs. Clint frowns. “Are you okay?”

“I’m… fine,” you say, breathing heavily through your nose. “Just… give me… a minute.”

Sprinkles meows at you. You idly scritch begins his ears. Your heart rate slows to a more manageable pace, and you swallow past the lump in your throat. “Okay, I’m good, I think. Unless there are more stairs. If there are more stairs, just let me perish.”

Clint gives you a strange look. You shrug. Stairs suck; you’re not afraid to voice your opinion and you tell the archer as much. He rolls his eyes.

Smoke is beginning to cloud the air. “So…” you breathe in and cough. “How do you plan on getting us down from here?”

Clint holds up a finger and makes a one-eighty turn, muttering. You strain to hear what he says, but he’s just far enough away that you can’t quite catch it.

Something sizzles and sparks beside Clint, and you scramble backwards as an orange portal — a portal?! — opens. While you’ve seen some weird shit in your life (Logan peeling potatoes with his claws while on kitchen duty was pretty fucking weird at the time, okay?), this really does take the cake. You’re pretty sure that the orange circle is permanently emblazoned on the inside of your eyelids. It’s bright.

“Go on, I’m right behind you.” You hadn’t heard Clint approach you, and in your surprise you shriek, pitching headfirst into the portal. As you fall, the only thing you can really concentrate on is not squishing your cat.

Your shoulder hits the ground hard, and you groan. Sprinkles meows and licks one of your fingers. Clint’s shoes appear in your peripheral vision as he offers you a hand.

“What the hell was that?”

“Dimensional portal, à la Doctor Strange.” Clint pulls you upright with little trouble when you grasp his hand. You don’t let go of his hand. “It’s safe here, I promise.”

”Where is this place?” You peer at your surroundings. It’s a beautiful building, whatever and wherever it is, with heavy woods and plush carpets and a distinctly art nouveau vibe to it. If you hadn’t just tripped off of the roof of your apartment building and landed inside of another one, you might have relaxed enough to ask questions about the history of the place, but you did just trip through a portal, so your lack of questions could be forgiven. Clint opens his mouth to reply, but another voice cuts across the room.

“This is the Sanctum Sanctorum,” a man in a red cape says as he glides down from the balcony above. Your eyebrows rise. “I am Doctor Stephen Strange. You must be a mutant from Agent Barton’s quadrant.”

“Pleased to meet you,” you say, and then you introduce yourself, pulling your hand out of Clint’s in order to shake the man’s hand. Doctor Strange then returns to the second floor, leaving you alone with Clint. You turn to him, your hand finding a place on your hip. “Alright. What’s going on? Why were you oh-so-conveniently near where I lived? I could’ve gotten away from the rioters just fine on my own.”

“My people — the Avengers — and your people — the X-Men — have joined forces temporarily,” Clint tells you. “There’ve been… threats… against mutants with the new tolerance laws that were passed recently. “

“That’s it?” You are distinctly unimpressed and it shows in the curl of your lips. “Mutants have dealt with worse in the past. What’s so big about this that Professor X has strangers evacuating mutants? Why hasn’t anyone contacted those of us who don’t live at the school anymore?”

Clint runs a hand through his hair. “Uh, well, we’re — I’m — not sure. It’s all very hush-hush, and I’m not an A-list Avenger, so…” He spreads his hands out before him. “I wish I had more information for you.”

“Alright, then,” you sigh and glance around the foyer of the Sanctum. “Is this where I’m supposed to stay? Or is there another stop on this ‘Underground Railroad’?”

”Huh? Oh, ha ha. Funny.” Clint doesn’t sound amused but the corners of his eyes are crinkled up, so you count that as a successful attempt at humor. “No, this is just a pit stop on the way to Xavier’s. Do you have a hoodie or something in that bag of yours? We’re gonna have to walk to my place before I can get you to Xavier.”

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“I’ll see you again.” (part 66)

Summary: A Credence Barebone imagine (Credence x Reader)

~ Although Credence is very far away from you he’s still having the time of his life. Going to Diagon Alley, Flourish & Blotts, and seeing so many new sights. Back home, you try to keep busy.

Note: This is the 66th part to this imagine so make sure you check out the first two! I hope you like and reblog it. There also will most likely be a grammar mistake so bare with me. Anyway… I hope you enjoy!

Date published: July 2, 2018

Warnings: Missing Credence and Credence missing you

Year: July, 1928

Word Count: 1,990

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Coming home from work wasn’t as much of a relief as it used to be. There wasn’t a hug waiting for you if you had a stressful day. There wasn’t a sweet boy on the couch reading, waiting for you to get home. There was never the smell of dinner in the air, or the excitement of seeing your husband after being away from him for the whole day. There was just a black cat that only reminded you of Credence.

You walked through the door, into the quiet house. The breeze came through the windows and blew the curtains around in a magical way. Cooper meowed as he strolled into the kitchen. It had been a week since Credence had left, and you hadn’t gotten a phone call, a letter, nothing. You were beginning to think that this was just how the whole month was going to be; you not knowing where Credence was or if he was even okay. You didn’t really know what they were doing, and Newt didn’t know much either. They were just “figuring it out as they went” as Credence had told you, trying to subside your worry. You were kind of scared to put that much trust in Newt, someone you barely knew. And you were shocked Credence was so confident about his decision to go. You flopped onto the couch after eating a bunch of random things for dinner.

Credence and Newt we’re finally off the boat and in England. Credence was in awe of this new country. He had never seen such beautiful buildings. Newt lead him through the city as they made their way to who knows where. Credence didn’t even think to ask, he was too caught up in the sights of London. Eventually he had followed Newt into a small shop, that Credence realized was a pub. Almost everyone sitting in the tall ceilinged room turned to stare at whoever had come in. Credence froze, making awkward eye contact with each person. They all looked kind of scary to him. They almost immediately turned back to what they were doing, and Credence realized Newt hadn’t stopped walking his fast pace speed. So Credence quickly caught up, still trying to take in the bar that he knew was only for wizards just by the look of everything. Newt went out a back door, into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can. Newt began to tap his wand on the bricks in a specific way. Then they began to shake and form a hole, and a moment later there was an archway onto a cobbled street. “Welcome, Credence,” said Newt, “to Diagon Alley.”

Credence was amazed at how perfect everything was. The little shops that lined the road were all filled with magical things, things Credence couldn’t wait to see. It was so crowded too. He was so excited to be around so many magical people. He tried to look at everything as they made their way up the street.

“I think the best place to start, the best way for you to learn about this world, is to read,” Newt spoke loudly above the crowds. He had slowed down a bit, he seemed more comfortable around the wizards than around the regular people. “So, we’ll go to Flourish and Blotts, it’s a bookstore.” When they got to the shop, Credence was once again amazed. The shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books. Credence had never seen so many, not even in the bookstore where he worked. “Pick out anything you want,” said Newt. And they separated to look around. Credence couldn’t get enough. He loved books, but books about magic were even better. There were so many different kinds of books. Some so small Credence could barely feel it in his hand. Some were almost as tall as he was. Some were filled with writings and words he didn’t recognize. As he searched the shelves, already holding a few books, he came across a certain book. It was a small, red book that was called “Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them” and the author, Credence was shocked to find out. “Newt Scamander” was across the front in gold letters. Credence stared at it in awe. He quickly looked around the shop for Newt. He found him crouched down, looking through a stack of books. “Newt!” said Credence abruptly. “Yes, what’s wrong?” Newt stood up. Credence just held up the book with a questioning look on his face. “Oh. . . That,” said Newt, relieved Credence wasn’t in trouble. “That?” Credence questioned, “You wrote a book?” “Yes, last year,” Newt blushed. “Wow,” Credence began to flip through it. “And it’s about your creatures! This is so amazing.” He said, so impressed. Credence looked up to Newt so much, and this made him even more amazed with him.

After they each had a big stack of books, they headed to the front to buy them. Credence began to pull out his wallet. “Don’t worry about it,” Newt said, offering to pay. “No, I have some money I’ve been putting away,” Credence insisted. “It’s okay. Muggle money isn’t any good here.” said Newt, handing the cashier his money. Credence finally gave in, and they were back out in Diagon Alley with a large bunch of books. “Newt?” said Credence, “What does muggle mean?” They we’re walking down the cobblestone road. “It’s what non magical people are called,” he explained, “Y/N is a muggle.” “Oh. . . Cool.” Credence trailed off in thought. He always loved learning new things about the magical world. But at the mention of your name made him realize he hadn’t really thought about you that much since he had left. He felt horrible about that.

Back home, you were trying so hard to keep busy. You kept the house clean, read, and even painted a few pictures; but mostly stared at a blank canvas, trying to figure out something to paint.

Later that night Credence was curled up in the corner of his bed, reading one of his many new books. It was about the construction and history of wands. He was so consumed by the words, he couldn’t get enough. The small room Newt had prepared for him was so cozy. There was a bed, a side table, and a small chest. A candle lit the room with a warm light. Credence felt safe here. His mind began to wander from the book. He thought of you, and realized how much he really missed you. He got out of bed and searched the room for a piece of paper, and found one in the chest. He began to write a letter to you. He thought about how worried you must be. It had been over a week since he had left, and he hadn’t had any contact with you. He knew how much you worried about him, so as soon as he finished the letter, he found Newt and he asked to use an owl to send the letter. He gave the envelope to the owl, the same owl that had delivered Newt’s letter. Newt brought it out of his case, and as the owl flew away in to the night, Credence watched feeling hopeful, excited to get a letter back from you.

He went to sleep that night, missing you sleeping beside him. And you laid in your bed, wishing you could lay against Credence’s chest like you always did.

The next morning you got up and ready for work. As you made yourself breakfast, you heard a light tap against the window. To your surprise you saw a familiar owl. You smiled widely when you saw the letter in his beak. You opened the window and took the letter, then the owl flew away. Quickly, you tore through the envelope.

Dear Y/N, We have arrived safely in London. Y/N, it is the most beautiful country. Newt has taken me to Diagon Alley. It’s a magical part of London, entered through a secret passageway! I have loved every minute of this week, although the boat ride was a bit boring. But even then, Newt has told me so many interesting things about wizards and the life they live. We went to a bookstore in Diagon Alley, and as I searched for new books I came across a book by Newt! I was so confused and shocked. He told me that he had released it last year. It’s all about his creatures and how to take care of them. I can’t believe he wouldn’t have told me about his book sooner, but I suppose he didn’t want to sound boastful. As much fun as I’ve been having, I still miss you very much. I hope you are well and taking good care of yourself and the baby. Thank you for supporting me to go on this trip. It means so much to me. I can’t wait to hear how you are doing. I love you so very much. And I want to hear how your are feeling throughout the weeks that I am gone. I miss you very much. — Credence

You smiled, and held the letter against your chest. It was so great to hear he was okay, and what he was up to. You left on your way to work, happier then before.

The rest of the week you were much more productive. You wanted to be able to write to Credence and tell him how things were going, and not disappoint him. So you deep cleaned the house, and mostly spent your time out in the yard.

Credence, I was so happy to get your letter. It really lifted my spirits. I’m so glad to hear that you’re having a good time! Just knowing you’re safe and happy, lifts a weight off of my shoulders. I’ve been doing pretty well. I have spent a lot of time outside in the yard. I’ve been keeping up with our gardens and keeping everything looking pretty, like you do. It’s been really nice to have something to do. I’ve also been taking care of Cooper, so don’t worry about him. He’s doing well, although I think he misses you. He’s been whining a lot more then usual. I can’t wait to hear more about what you are up to and learning. I do want you to know how happy I am that you get this amazing opportunity; I feel like I didn’t make that as obvious as I wanted to. I was so caught up with you leaving and being gone for so long that I didn’t express how happy I am for you. Also, I can’t believe Newt wrote a book! That is so exciting. I know that you’ll probably be really busy, but please write to me again. I love hearing from you. I love you so so much and I miss you so so much. —Y/N

After you finished the letter, you realized you had no way of sending it. You had no idea where Credence was exactly, and even if you did, you figured it was somewhere where a normal person couldn’t get to. As you sat at the dining room table, thinking about this problem, you heard a tap on the window. You shot out of your seat and went over to the window. There was the owl with another letter in its beak. You felt so happy and grabbed your letter before opening the window. You also added to the note about your predicament, and asked how you were going to send your future letters. You told him how his letter came at the perfect time. You sent off the letter with the beautiful, brown owl with bright, yellow eyes. You watched it fly off, excited to hear back from Credence.

To be continued....

PART SIXTY-SEVEN

[yourhappypappypatton]

“Families” can be together forever.

A vent piece that’s basically been my evening.  Warnings: Emotionally abusive parents, religion, a little bit of religion resentment. Word Count: 1811 Pairings: Familial LAMP/CALM Taglist: @generalfandomfabulousness​ @i-will-physically-fight-you​ @sander-sideblog​ @me-evil-never​

“You see, Virgil, this is basically your fault. You just allow yourself to sit passively by, letting things happen around you.” Yeah, he thought, maybe because I have anxiety and the mere thought of voicing my opinion makes my blood run cold and my hands start to shake. But out loud, he said nothing. He bit his lower lip until it began to hurt and kept his stare straight ahead. He happened to be looking at his mother’s glabella. Perfect. Now to anybody, it would appear as though he was making eye contact and he couldn’t look away for the fear of making it seem as though he was giving up on his silent side of the debate.

“You could have thought of a solution! You have a brain, but instead you give all of the power to a twelve year old-” His mother was suddenly cut off for a correction. “Ten.” was his father’s input, which only seemed to fuel his mother on more. “-Ten! Even worse! You gave all the power to a ten year old and you expect them to make a smart decision?!” You’re never very keen for others to help out with issues. He once again thought spitefully. Whenever I’ve offered help in the past I’ve always been brushed off with “it helps them build character” or “They need to learn how to deal with issues all on their own.” So now when I allow that to happen, I’m the bad guy? He wasn’t surprised. Honestly. This wasn’t the first, and it wouldn’t be the last time that his parents began to yell at their children for god knows what after bringing them all together for a nice “family time.” A faint ‘meow’ from the other side of the closed glass door made VIrgil want to wince, but he kept up his stony face. He couldn’t show forth any sign of weakness now. He continued to stare on even though each and every desperate meow was like a knife stabbing, and twisting in his heart.

“You see, Virgil, thanks to your actions, the cat is basically being abused.” You were the one that put it out there! He wanted to scream. You’re the abusive mastermind behind this whole scene! I had nothing to do with this, and you know it! It’s not my fault that you’re so emotionally unstable that you believe throwing an indoor cat outside is a fair and just punishment for Logan not wanting to sing in front of you guys, not wanting to sing a religious song that’s practically propaganda anyways! It’s hardly just in the slightest! But instead, he kept his gaze forward and his jaw clenched. God, he hated being the oldest child in the household. He honestly didn’t know how Patton did it before he moved out to college. It seemed like every week their parents were yelling at his older brother for some stupid thing or another, and Patton had just learned to take it, and hadn’t turned out bad because of it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Roman fidgeting uncomfortably, and Logan looking longingly out of the glass door at their blue tabby as it let out another elongated and miserable meow.

“I half hope that the stupid cat jumps a fence and gets hit by a car.” He overheard his mother saying. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense at that. He wondered if his parents spoke about him like that when he wasn’t present. For some reason, he didn’t doubt it. They ever seemed to like him very much anyway, but now they liked him even less because they didn't have Patton to pick on. They hated the way that he locked himself in his room, they hated the way that he would haphazardly skip meals when he was feeling too depressed to even get out of bed. They hated the fact that he would either be in his room, at work, or out in his car. The ‘beloved Family Time’ that his parents had cherished and wanted for them had completely been thrown out the window since before Patton left in Virgil’s opinion, but his family simply couldn’t understand that he wanted nothing to do with them. He continued to stare forwards despite the hammering in his chest.

“Heck, I hope it jumps over any fence just to teach you kids a lesson. Two of the fences would mean it would get hit by a car, one of the fences has two dogs on the other side that would beat it up and chew on it, and the other one has another cat. Maybe they’d get into a fight.” The almost longing tone in his mother’s voice honestly made Virgil sick to his stomach. This is why he didn’t enjoy spending any time out of his room, even less around his parents. He wanted to jump up and yell “You're sadistic!” and storm out of the room, but that would just mean a bigger punishment for virgil in the end, so he stayed in the recliner and kept his gaze.

A while had passed and hardly anything had changed. Someone could almost cut the tension in the air with a knife. His mother finally spoke up again. “Your see, this is a perfect example of Justice and Mercy. I set down perfectly reasonable-” Yeah right. “-Rules and consequences. Logan broke it, and now I demand justice whether it be by keeping the cat outside, or Logan singing and us letting the cat back in. Logan is refusing to meet my demands for justice, so what should come out of it?” Your never brought up where mercy comes into play here, your absolute witch. Virgil thought while he clamped his hands together. His mother turned on him and quirked a brow while somehow maintaining her glare. “Virgil? Can your think of an alternative option?” Virgil glared right back and kept his silence. He could feel the cold radiating off of his mother at this point. Out of the corner of his eye, Virgil could see Roman fidgeting even worse now. He finally broke. “How about I take Logan downstairs and he can just sing the stupid song to me?”

His mother looked at Roman with an almost displeased look. “Fine. Wow, Virgil and Logan. I would have thought that the cat would mean more to both of you. You two were so eager to get her in the first place.” Virgil had finally had enough, and while Roman was descending the stairs, he took Logan by the arm and mumbled “C’mon” even though his anxiety had practically spiked at that point. Logan looked up at him, and Virgil could see the fear in the child’s eyes. “Where are we going?” Logan asked. Virgil looked towards the staircase as he mumbled a quick “Downstairs.” This seemed to be acceptable enough for Logan because he followed Virgil down without another word. After the two had climbed down far enough that their parents couldn’t see them, Virgil really had to refrain himself from flipping his parents off. The only thing that stopped him was giving his brothers a bad example.

Virgil quickly moved to the couch, where he sat down and drew his legs up to his chest. Making himself smaller even in a completely non threatening environment was the most comforting thing he could think of after escaping that tense scene. He attempted to lengthen his breathing as he caught the tail end of what Logan was saying. “-ave to actually sing it or may I recite it like a poem?” Virgil and Roman shared a shrug before Roman said “Whatever you wish, Lo.” With that, the room fell completely silent before Logan began to quietly recite the lyrics to the least appropriate song for what had just happened.

“I have a family here on earth. They are so good to me. I want to spend my life with them through all eternity. Families can be together forever through Heavenly Father’s plan. I always want to be with my own family and the Lord has shown me how I can. While I am in my early years I’ll prepare most carefully so I can marry in God’s temple for eternity.  Families can be together forever through Heavenly Father’s plan. I always want to be with my own family and the Lord has shown me how I can.”

Through the whole time Logan recited the song, Virgil couldn’t help but think about the lyrics. He didn’t want to be with his family for all eternity if it meant having to spend literally forever with his parents. He didn’t believe in the church that his family made him attend. He had no interest in getting married or even in dating. The irony of the situation was almost overwhelming in a morbid way. Instead of bringing any of this up, or acknowledging it for more than a few seconds, he nodded to Roman and Logan and they began their journey upstairs.

“Did he do it?” Mother asked. Roman and Virgil nodded. His mother opened the glass door and the cat darted in. Logan went straight to it and pulled it onto his lap. He looked more emotionally drained than usual. Virgil went back to his chair, as did Roman. Pretending once again to be the “good guy” in this scenario, his mother smiled and began to speak. “This whole thing was a metaphor for the afterlife. I was Heavenly Father. I set laws that got broken, and God said that no unclean thing can dwell with him. The cat was paying the consequence for that like we do in this life.” Virgil looked up at the ceiling in the hopes that if he didn’t have to look at his mother while she was spewing this off, it would make it less painful. He heard his mother abruptly stop and then “Virgil Sanders, are you rolling your eyes at me?!” He felt the anxiety gripping at his throat, but he managed a glare, a shake of the head, and an angrily mumbled “I wasn’t.” His mother didn’t even try to go back into the whole story she was creating. She threw down her crocheting supplies, crossed her arms, and finished in one breath. “Basically Roman was Jesus Christ, helping us atone for our sins and the cat was us getting into heaven afterwards.”

Virgil tuned out for the rest of the night until he could get back into his room and properly curse and flip everything off. The one thought that got him through the night was two more years. You only have to stay here for two more years, then you can quite the church, go to college, live your life, and never have to say anything to these excuses of parents ever again.

A/N: This was my evening (plus more IRL yay me) tonight. I needed a positive way to get my anger out, and I needed to get myself back into writing so hey, double win for me. Sorry that this was kind of ooc and not too fluffy  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[silluuuu]

And Cat Makes Three

Here’s my submission to SE’s February Prompt Challenge! I was so excited to scoop up @makapedia​‘s prompt: Character A and character B try to take care of a lost dog in an apartment where dogs are strictly prohibited. Or a lost cat. A lost pet. Any pet is acceptable.

This was a blast! Thanks to @jaded-envy and @piercelovewonton for the beta eyes and a big extra thanks to jaded for organizing this event!

And Cat Makes Three Rating: G

“No.”

“Please?” Maka says.

It is far too early in the morning for Puppy Dog Eyes, but here she is, unleashing them while Soul is still in his plaid pajama pants, mug of tea in hand. The juxtaposition of Puppy Dog in her eyes and black, mewling cat in her hands is as charming as it is grating.

“Maka. We can’t even have cats in the apartment.”

He wants to make her see reason, but unfortunately, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a weapon, in possession of perfectly good sense, must be in want of a meister with no sense at all.

He’s not being entirely fair. Normally she does have good judgement, but alas... today it has been stolen by a four-legged purring machine.

“I know, but look at her.” She holds the cat up, another meow escaping its jaws. Soul walks over to it and leans in, narrowing his eyes.

“...Looks like a cat,” he observes, which earns him a scowl. “And--” Accusatory eyes flash. “How do you know that it’s a girl?”

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A wave of guilt crosses her face before it’s replaced with a smile. She feels bad, but not bad enough. “Beeeeecause… I might’ve already taken her to the vet. And had her microchipped.”

“Makaaaa,” he grouses into his teacup, closing his eyes.

“...We don’t have to keep her,” Maka says softly. She’s the queen of the guilt trip, even when dumping a large shopping bag on the counter that is, incidentally, filled to the brim with cat toys.

“We can’t keep it,” Soul says. “Unless you wanna get thrown out of the apartment.”

He stands no chance. Her heart is too big, programmed to help every living thing that needs saving, and it’s going to leave them homeless, wandering the streets of Death City with Maka’s feline charity case in tow.

If they have to become vagabonds because of this, he is not carrying the cat toys.

“Just for a little while, then,” Maka says, looking down at her feet. “Until we find somewhere for her to go. Okay?”

He heaves a massive sigh, eyeing the now-purring cat in her arms.

“... Fiiiiine,” he groans. “But only until you find someone else.”

The way she beams at him is totally non-permissible. She should not be giving him positive reinforcement for harboring a fugitive.

“Wanna hold her?” Maka smiles, extending the cat out like she’s presenting Simba to his lowly subjects.

Soul grimaces and reaches out, but as soon as it seems to get settled, it lets out another yowl and jumps out of his arms, prancing away with its tail in the air.

“She likes you,” Maka declares in response to his scowl. “I can tell.”

---

He doesn’t like it at all.

It’s always there, in the apartment, staring at nothing, or licking itself, or thundering down the hallway at two in the morning like it’s chasing ghosts. Or even worse, staring at him. Which it does. Frequently. And when he shuts the bathroom door, it comes for him, claws slithering beneath the door, pawing at him like a toilet-peeping thief in the night.

It all sounds a little like paranoia; he knows this, and yet he can’t stop himself from keeping tabs on this cat. Fear for his own life is one thing, but he also finds himself making sure it hasn’t gotten itself into the grocery bags, or the coat closet, or crushed by the vacuum, or in the vacuum--

Not that he’d care. It’s not like he worries about its well-being or anything.

It does give him heart attacks every second day, though. One night, he’d been halfway through his routine midnight snack of two percent when yellow eyes had flashed out of the corner of his eye. A demon, he’s sure. Freshly summoned from the underworld to expunge his fridge of dairy.

“Yikes,” he’d said flatly, ignoring his heart hammering against his ribs. “Little witch.”

She’d let out a mewl and tried to rub against his leg, which had left him paralyzed in the kitchen at one in the morning, victim to her infernal whims.

She probably just wants milk, he could imagine Maka saying. In any case, his plaid pajama pants are no longer safe.

Maka had decided to name it Blair, after that character from Gossip Girl, because she’s supposedly classy and refined, or something. The ‘picture of down-to-earth glamour,’ Maka had said, as Blair had hacked up a hairball on the bed.

All Soul can think of is the Blair Witch Project, which he finds infinitely more fitting.

---

“Maka!”

The next day, his strangled yelp echoes through the apartment, and he hopes that the sound of pure desperation can properly rouse her.

“...What?” comes a drowsy response from behind her bedroom door.

She’s not grasping the urgency of the situation, so he expedites the process: “She’s trying to get in my pants!”

It’s very effective. The door flies open, followed by three heavy steps as Maka bounds into the room, fists clenched, ready to fight. “Who the h-- … oh.”

She stares at Soul for a moment, and then lets out a little laugh as she sinks onto his bed, watching Blair knead at the spot where Soul’s hip joins his leg.

“Nothing is funny about this,” he squawks, knuckles white against the backboard, which only makes her snort.

“Have… you never seen a cat do this?” She scoots up close to him, seeming to relish seeing him immobilized by cat affection.

“I have,” he says, grimacing. “But not to me.” When the cat jumps up onto his leg and settles herself in the crook of his thigh, however, he gives up the fight, scowling at Maka instead.

“She likes you,” she says again, reaching up and lying across the bed as she scratches the top of Blair’s head, and suddenly, this image, the two of them stretched across the bed with a cat nestled between them, sets his heart thumping again, though in a different way than before.

No. He will not fall victim to the allures of domesticity. He’s not ready to be a father, okay? Especially not to a creature that may or may not be consorting with the devil.

He is further convinced of this the next day, when all hell breaks loose.

“Surprise inspection!”

Sid is perky, as he normally is when he comes around for inspections. Soul suspects that this is because secretly, their landlord loves the stress that he induces in his tenants via his little check-ins. Much like the zombie apocalypse, no one can ever know when he’s coming. For many years, however, Soul had found it hard to be phased by this routine, since they never had anything to hide.

Until now.

“Uuuuhhhhh, just a second!” Maka calls out cheerfully as she jumps up, knocking over the cereal box in her haste. Her eyebrows knit in worry and she starts to sweep it up, but Soul’s got other priorities.

“Leave the Mini Wheats, what are we gonna do with it?” Soul hisses.

“Agh! Yeah. Okay. ” Maka jumps up and the two of them sweep the house, de-catifying the apartment which is, unfortunately, a process that normally requires more than thirty seconds.

“It’s okay, pretty girl,” Maka soothes as she quite literally stuffs Blair into a backpack, holding her down as Soul deftly pulls the zipper over Blair’s face. Under normal circumstances this would’ve given him an immense amount of satisfaction, but for the moment, he is made only of panic. Blair echoes his sentiments, screeching her displeasure as Maka carries her through the living room.

Maka places her gently on the porch, sliding the door shut against a chorus of yowls. Cat toys are quickly amassed and stuffed into a bag in the closet. After finding no other suitable hiding places, Soul simply chucks the litter box out the window, the top of the tupperware enclosing Blair’s… business inside. Maka glares at him, unimpressed at this decision, but time forces her into complacency, so she grabs the Lysol and makes it rain all over the bathroom.

With their tracks appropriately covered, the two of them run for the door, shooting each other a wide-eyed glance before they tug it open, faces ashen.

“Gooood morning!” Not waiting for a response, Sid struts in, chest out, almost giddy in the way he strolls through the apartment. He looks down at the spilled cereal and glances up at them.

“Heh. Yeah,” Maka says, pulling at a pigtail. “I’ll just--”

“No worries,” Sid says as she leans forward to start cleaning it up. “I’m sure this’ll be a quick visit, anyway.”

The two of them laugh, and Soul wonders if Sid can hear how forced it is. Soul crosses back into the living room as Sid and Maka make their way through the kitchen, and his feet still when a very obvious yowl carries in from outside. He peeks through the curtains to see Maka’s backpack rolling around the porch in a little circle, moving forward by little jolts and accompanied by Blair’s screechy commentary.

“Christ,” he mutters and, with Sid in the other room, he abandons his normal cool-shuffle for a full-on bound towards the record player, slapping on the nearest record without even looking at which one it is, eager to mask the sounds of screaming cat.

It turns out to be the soundtrack from Psycho - a present from Wes for his birthday - and he takes a moment to appreciate his love for Angry Violins, which happen to sound... not that different from Angry Captive Cats in Backpacks.

His relief is short-lived when, accompanied by the Psycho violins ringing his in ears, he hears something truly horrific from the kitchen:

“...Why is there cat food in your fridge?”

Maka’s stunned silence feels louder than the music, and since he won’t let her face that question alone, he doesn’t think before he hears the words coming out of his mouth.

“Oh, uh -- that’s mine.” (He’s going to kill this cat.)

He walks into the kitchen, trying to keep his face as impassive as possible - which Maka is certainly not doing, her mouth falling open as Sid turns to face him in disbelief.

“Yeah, it’s got uh… good health benefits, okay?” He can tell Sid still doesn’t believe him, and he can see Maka’s eyes growing wide with fear from behind him, and he knows, deep in his heart, what must be done.

“See?” he says, grabbing a fork and popping a bite in his mouth. “Good for digestion.” It tastes like salty, fishy refried beans, but the worst part is… it’s not even that bad.

“Plus--” Maka says, eyes sparkling with amusement at this point, because they can both see that Sid is beginning to accept that he may just have really weird, if catless, tenants. “It’s free range.”

“From Uruguay,” Soul adds, pointing to the label.

Sid heaves another sigh at this, and just as Soul is about to stuff another bite in his mouth to really bring home the charade, Sid simply shuts the refrigerator door and mutters, "Can't believe I already gave back your damage deposit."

The soothing sounds of Psycho continue to spill from the living room as they enter, which probably doesn't do much to improve their newly decreasing reputability with their landlord, but at least this particular room is devoid of potential cat giveaways.

With one exception, of course.

After clearing this room, Sid opens the curtains to look out onto the porch, and Soul's heart jumps into this throat as he cranes his neck, trying to see what Sid sees and hoping desperately that Sid isn’t watching a strangely mobile backpack. Somehow, though - miraculously - he doesn't seem to find anything of note, and he continues down the hallway. It takes everything in Soul to not race to the window and make sure that their cat is still breathing, but he holds himself back for the final ten seconds of Sid's inspection.

"Everything's fine, as usual,” Sid says, and Soul tries not to let out an audible breath. “But," he adds with a small laugh, "lay off the kibble, would ya? I don't wanna have to call Poison Control on my weirdest tenants."

He pulls the door shut, his chortling echoing down the hallway and leaving Soul and Maka staring at the peephole in the door.

The things he does for her.

Well, he's not living this one down for awhile, but for the moment he's more concerned about the great escape that his cat seems to have pulled off from the porch.

But no, the porch door slides open to reveal her purring and curled up in the bottom of the bag, pressed against the door. As soon as they bring her back inside, she hops out of the bag and runs over to the table the record player sits on, rubbing against its legs.

"Huh," Maka says, glancing at Soul and smiling.

"What?" He's still grouchy about Sid thinking he subsists on a cat food diet.

"I think... she likes the music."

Startled, he looks down at Blair again, who is happily curled up at the base of the table, head bopping along slightly to the music.

"'Course she does," he says with a shrug, turning to finally clean up the cereal. "We already knew she was psycho."

---

"You're leaving me alone with her?!"

"It's only for a week." Maka's eye roll is extremely unnecessary, he decides, especially since his concerns are extremely legitimate.

The cat won't leave him alone. She still hasn't stopped watching him when he drinks his midnight milk; if anything, she's gotten bolder, meowing at him in the kitchen, even standing on two legs and pawing at his knee, eyes wide and unblinking like she's trying to bewitch him into handing over his precious carton cargo.

“You’re just a wolf in cat’s clothing, aren’t you?” he’d said to her on one of these nights, and as she’d finally stalked away, leaving him to finish his milk in peace, he swore he saw her wink in the light of the fridge.

“She’s a cat, Soul,” Maka says, bringing him back to the present. “The worst she can do is fall asleep on your face.”

“Uh, yeah, which would suffocate me. That’s murder.”

Maka hoists her bag over her shoulder, dropping her keys into his begrudgingly outstretched palm. She’s the Responsible One, after all, keeper of the sole keys to the mailbox and the recycling room. Normally he’d be quietly happy about accepting this responsibility, but now... at what cost?

“You’ll be fine. She trusts you.”

It’s not whether the cat trusts him that’s the problem, he muses, but he catches the keys anyway. As she walks to the door, he staunchly ignores the fact that he misses her already.

That night, he puts on the Blair Witch Project to properly educate his fugitive feline about her namesake. She watches it with the same wide-eyed attention that she gives him when she’s after his milk which, yes, he does find terribly unnerving.

“You like horror movies, don’t you?” It’s the most riveting discovery he’s made in months, mostly because it makes so much sense. She meows back at him from her perch on his lap.

(It’s not like he likes her sitting there, or anything. He’s just too lazy to move her.)

They finish the movie in silence, Blair purring against his stomach. And even if his cat is a horror movie-loving, crazy violin superfan who is probably a demon, he has to admit… it’s sort of nice to have her there.

---

The rest of the week passes much like this. Blair invades his space at every opportunity, and Soul fends off her advances. He’s taken to pacing around the kitchen to avoid her begging during midnight milk, which is only moderately successful. She - like Maka - is aggravatingly persistent, and although he will only ever claim to be supremely annoyed about this, there’s a part of him that does find it endearing.

Currently, Blair is on a quest to grab a bite of his dinner, jumping onto the table every few seconds and swiping at his chicken. He imagines Sid saying well, if you’re so interested in her food, she should get a crack at yours! and crabbily wolfs down another bite. In response, he picks her up like a baby (which cats are supposed to hate, but she, for some infuriating reason, loves it) and tosses her on the bed, shutting the door so he can finish his dinner in peace.

Minutes later he finds himself creaking open the door to find that Blair has nestled completely into his laundry pile. Only her face is exposed, eyes half-closed in Tide-scented bliss.

“Tch,” he says, feigning disgust, but even as he says it, he’s taking his phone out, snapping a photo to send to Maka.

It’s after midnight, so he doesn’t expect a text back, and when the screen lights up in his hands, he almost jumps.

[[ see? she likes you. :) ]]

He rolls his eyes, but he bites down on his lip to keep from smiling. Aloof stoicism is his brand, and Maka, with her ruthless optimism, will not break him.

[[ likes being up in my business, maybe ]]

[[ well, I do that too, sometimes. and I still like you. ;) ]]

The smile is gone, replaced by a dull heat that fills up his face and then recedes, though the familiar gnawing in his gut sticks around.

“I wonder if she could,” he says to Blair. She blinks at him from inside her laundry cave. “Ever like me,” he explains. “Like that.”

At this, Blair stretches, sending socks rolling down the sides of the pile, and then plops back onto his lap, belly exposed.

“Is that supposed to mean something?” He tries to sound grouchy, but he’s smiling again, and it’s awful. “I don’t speak cat,” he adds, but as he sees her lying there, giving him nothing but love despite all his surliness, she reminds him of someone.

He looks down at his phone and starts to type.

[[ yea, ur not so bad urself ]]

--

Soul realizes that he should have seen his very peaceful week as a bad omen, because at this moment, he feels like Blair is making up for lost time.

This is what he gets for trying to be responsible. Clearly the possession of two forbidden keys had driven him mad with power, and since great power is the inevitable precursor to great responsibility, he’d decided to give Blair a bath - a cat’s public enemy #1 - in order to surprise Maka when she came home.

And when Maka walks into the bathroom to find litter all over the floor, and Soul and Blair drenched in a corner of the bathtub, she is certainly surprised. In fact, she walks in at the worst possible time, to angry hissing coming from more than one source.

“Ugh, Blair, quit it --”

“W-What are you doing?!” She raises a hand to stifle her laugh as Soul stares absolute daggers at her.

“I was trying to get her clea-- oh- oh god- stop wiggling--”

But Blair is, unfortunately, a master wiggler. In her haste, she leaps over the lip of the bathtub and out into the hallway. As Soul lunges for her, his face slams into the side of the tub with a sickening clunk.

“...Ugh.” He rises from the depths and pinches his nose as Maka runs over to him. “Is it bleeding?”

She carefully lifts his hand off his face to reveal that yes, it is, and even in the daze that he’s in, his eyes flicker to her hand, gentle against his.

“Let’s… clean this up?” she asks. All he can muster in response is a glum nod.

“I dob’t know,” he huffs a few minutes later, two tissues stuffed up his nose as he crosses his arms. “I tought maybe she’b like bads!”

“Maybe she’ll grow into them,” Maka shrugs as she dries his hair with a towel.

“Yeah, okay.” He settles into letting himself be taken care of, because his head is pounding and because yes, after a week, having Maka’s face this close to his is kind of nice, or whatever.

He has mostly forgiven Blair (for precisely this reason, if he’s honest). She’d come back in to the bathroom after sufficiently drying herself - he suspects the floor vent in his bedroom is to blame, as she’s fluffier than usual - and has now endeavored to wind between his and Maka’s legs.

“Well, anyway. All done.” Maka tosses the towel on his face and heads into the hallway to put away her things, his hair apparently dry enough.

From inside the bathroom, he catches her saying something else as she walks away, something that he wasn’t sure if he was meant to hear: “It was still really sweet.”

Blair, at this moment, bounds into the hallway after Maka, stopping just for a moment to look at him again.

Before she turns to go, he swears he sees her wink again.

---

It’s midnight and - world’s biggest plot twist - Blair is here.

Because of course she is, this infuriating, adorable, sweetheart of a cat that he can’t really bring himself to scoff at anymore. She might be Blair, Beseecher of Midnight Milk, Bringer of Nosebleeds in Bathtubs, Probably A Witch But Definitely Also A Cat, but she also might sort of be… family.

She’s a nuisance, but she’s their nuisance, and it’s the way that things are supposed to be.

“Alright, fine, little witch,” he mutters, going to the cupboard and grabbing a small bowl. “I think you tried to do some matchmaking yesterday. So here. I owe you one.”

Into the bowl goes a modest helping of two percent, and Blair meows her gratitude as she laps up her earnings.

Down the hall, in her bedroom, Maka smiles at the two of them, at the grunty-meowy conversation that she can’t quite make out.

As she lies there in bed, she pulls out her phone, and with a small sigh, she rereads a conversation from a few days before, replaying it in her head as she tries to figure out what it means, if anything.

[[ yea, ur not so bad urself ]]

She rolls over, letting the screen fade to black and watching her reflection in the glass.

… Who knows. Maybe Blair can help her figure it out.

[commander-yinello]

The Matchmakers - Part 10

A drabble series I’m working on with @setthestarsxnfire - we wrote this one together! Another long one so more under the cut!

ZEN: Would you just shut up?

Jumin Han: I don’t see why I should.

ZEN: No one cares about your stupid cat. ZEN: I’m sick of hearing about you and that thing.

Jumin Han: Elizabeth the third is not a thing. Jumin Han: She’s my companion. Jumin Han: At least I’m not complaining to everyone about my non-existent love life, like a brat I know.

V: Jumin…

Jumin Han: I, however, do hope that you can find someone who can tolerate your bullshit. Jumin Han: So that you can disappear from this chat and bother them instead. Jumin Han: Let’s be honest, people only care about your looks.

Yoosung★: omg

ZEN: Oh, yeah?

MC: Guys

ZEN: Well, I hope you find someone in your life ZEN: Who’s not in it for the money

Jaehee Kang: O.O

ZEN: But that’s never going to happen. ZEN: You only care about money and that stupid cat.

Jumin Han: Fuck off, Zen.

ZEN: With pleasure. ZEN: I feel sick just being in the same chatroom as you.

707: Holy shit

Jumin Han: The feeling is mutual, I have tolerated a brat for too long.

ZEN: Fuck you, jerk.

- Zen has logged off - - Jumin Han has logged off -

Saeran: What the fuck.

Yoosung★: TnT Why are they fighting now? Did something happen in the photo shoot yesterday?!

MC: No! MC: Or at least, not while we were in the room.

Jaehee Kang: Something must has happened when we were gone, MC…

V: And it was probably quite harsh to get them to carry the fight all over here.

707: Cat mom and prince charming... 707: T_T My otp orz

Jaehee Kang: Let’s discuss this in private.

***

Zen laughed out loud, and he laughed to the point he had to grab the edges of his stomach to try and control his laughter. God, he couldn’t believe that the RFA had bought all that crap, but then again, he was a pretty good actor. And his boyfriend had some actual sass behind his sleeve.

Said boyfriend was sitting at the other edge of the couch, his lips turned into something that Zen could only describe as a pout, how adorable. Now that he had stopped being a stubborn idiot, the albino could finally admit that Jumin Han was really handsome, and he could also be adorable.

“What are you pouting about, Jumin?” He asked, scooting closer to the entrepreneur and resting his cheek against the other’s shoulder. A soft meow was heard, and Zen had to turn a little to see Elizabeth 3rd coming over to greet them.

He was so glad he had taken allergy medicine the night before, when Jumin invited him over to his house after their make out session, and the actor was glad he decided to take the medicine again that morning, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to grab the cat and pet her.

She purred, and Zen smiled, it seemed that she liked him.

“Why are you prince charming and I’m cat mom?” Jumin whispered, and Zen felt him shuffle besides him, making him move so that he could get that comfortable position back. He also couldn’t repress the laughter, Jumin had been pouting about being called a very silly nickname.

He took slow breaths to regain the oxygen he had lost, “It must be because I’m extremely pretty and you love cats. Besides you know Saeyoung, he’s a prankster, and we’ll pull something off for him later.”

“I can agree with the part of you being pretty.” The entrepreneur mumbled, and the smirk that appeared over his face as Zen blushed couldn’t be more of a warning. But Jumin knew self control… kind off. However, he still leaned in, and placed a very chaste kiss over Zen’s lips that left him wanting for more.

“So, the plan is that you call Saeran and I will call Yoosung, right?” He asked, sitting in Jumin’s lap so that the older could also pet the white haired beauty he had as a cat. Elizabeth the third seemed happy with the amount of attention she was getting, and she curled up, falling asleep not even five minutes later.

“That’s what you told me. I will have Saeran meet me at the café Yoosung dragged us to some time ago, and I will purposely set myself a fake meeting today that doesn’t allow me to get there in time, or at all.” Jumin said, focusing his attention on the man in his lap now, since his cat was already tired and sleeping.

“We still have to stalk, I mean, watch them so you better get your ass to be on time after we leave them both alone. I will call Yoosung under the excuse we never talked about the person he liked.” Zen mumbled, pouting a little at the idea of his boyfriend not showing up for the reven- matchmaking.

“Sure thing, love.” Jumin whispered, shuffling even more than before. And the next thing Zen knew, he got the chills due to Jumin kissing over a sensitive spot in his neck.

“Not now, Jumin~” He whined, pulling away from the other’s grasp. He had to keep the marks and bruised to a minimum, make up did cost, and he knew that some would be visible even without the cosmetics.

Curse Jumin Han and his strong grip.

He looked over to where he had left Jumin, and realized that the raven had been staring at him all the time, the familiar pout present in his lips.

Zen was stronger than that, he wouldn’t be able to fall for a simple pout. At all. … Damn.

He sighed, threading his fingers through his silver locks. “Fine, just don’t leave any visible marks, asshole.”

The older smirked, and while Zen was patiently waiting for the things that would happen, he knew they were also trouble. In a way.

***

Yoosung wiggled around nervously in his seat as he waited for Zen to arrive. When the actor called him to apologize and ask if he still wanted to talk about whom he liked, he knew he had to go along or Zen would find out he had lied to him. But what was he going to say? Making up things was easy behind a screen…

Why oh why did he have to use the excuse that he liked someone? He didn’t know what it was like to be deeply in love. It was why he went to Seven’s home and played LOLOL with Saeran instead when he asked Zen to meet Jumin this this very café. They had fun and it made him sad when Saeran retreated back into his cranky shell so now and then, but that wasn’t the same as love! Someone like Zen was bound to see through that right away!

He nearly jumped up from his chair when the familiar white-haired man sat down and waved a hand in his face.

“Wow, you must have it bad if you didn’t see me coming!” Zen laughed, his white coat already across his lap.

Yoosung blushed, and hoped Zen thought it was because of his non-existent crush. “Hi Zen! How have you been?” He said, as cheery as possible.

“Good. Busy, just like you I bet. Lots of dance practice. Glad I’m not doing a shitty commercial at least.” The older man sighed, brushing a hand through his long hair.

Oh, that’s right. The RFA were still trying to get the two older men together. Seeing as Zen started talking about him means Jumin must still be on his mind. This was his chance to find out what happened and at the same time, distract Zen from why he’s here. “What is up with you and Jumin? Why are you guys fighting so much?”

“I don’t want to talk about that pompous jerk.” Zen crossed his arms, face like thunder, cutting off any further conversation. Crap, that didn’t go the way he wanted it to.

The actor was relentless, continuing onto the subject Yoosung wanted to avoid. “Tell me about this person you like. Do they study at Sky University as well? If you know what they’re into, you can try to get to know them better that way.”

“Erm…” Crap crap crap, he really should have made someone up before he came here!

A waitress came by to take their orders and Yoosung tried to stall as long as possible by fiddling with the plastic menu, but when she got annoyed after she asked for the second time if she should come back later, he ended up ordering a latte he didn’t want. Zen looked rather amused for some reason and that made him more nervous.

Maybe he could get inspiration from a random person walking outside. He peered through the large window at people passing by, picking out one that caught his eye.

“Well, they have red hair…” Yoosung started, then trailed off. Red hair? How much of coincidence did it have to be that the person had the same color as the Choi twins?

Wait a second, was that red-haired person walking into the café? He must have stared too long, because Zen turned around as well towards the café’s entrance. Hold on, this wasn’t any red-haired person!

“Saeran?” The blond became super flustered, realizing the person he had associated the color with turned out to be that very person.

The more sober twin raised his eyebrows and went over to them, taking off his leather jacket and putting it on a nearby seat. “I didn’t know you guys were here.”

“I’m giving Yoosung relationship advice. Why are you here?” Zen’s blunt and direct explanation made Yoosung so embarrassed. It was bad enough the first time that his idea didn’t work out - to have the others, especially Saeran who had much better ideas than him, find out he was trying the same thing again made him want to vanish from sight.

If he was red, either no one noticed or no one pointed it out. “Jumin asked me to meet him here, he needs some computer advice and prefers me over Saeyoung, which doesn’t surprise me.”

The mention of Jumin made Zen frown deeply, and Saeran looked like he regretted what he said right away. “Seriously?! That cat freak is coming here? It’s bad enough he harasses me on the messenger all the time, now I have to see him wherever I go?!”

His words made Yoosung flinch. “Zen, please…”

“I swear, that asshole ruins everything. No, screw this, I don’t want to be around him. I’m out of here.” Zen grabbed his white coat and stomped off, not caring for the two young men he left behind.

***

Ah, well that screw up was completely unintentional.

Saeran stared as the albino moved in between the tables, dodging waiters and customers as he stepped out of the building, and the redhead followed him with his gaze until he couldn’t see him anymore.

Saeran had to turn when he heard his companion slump back into his seat, a very tired? Angry? Whatever that was? groan coming from his mouth. Yoosung had his elbow over the desk, and he was leaning against his hand, looking at the menu of the café like he had just lost a very important item in a LOLOL quest.

It was kind of adorable, even if Saeran wasn’t sure why that was the only word that had crossed his thoughts.

“Yoosung?” He pronounced the blonde’s name with hesitation and it may have came out quieter than he intended, but none the less, it made the blonde boy look up at him. The gamer was pouting, looking both angry and sad.

“Yeah?” Saeran could barely hear the response, seeing as Yoosung had whispered it, but he still understood.

Although he wasn’t the best with feelings, Saeyoung was always the brother who could understand things around that area easily. Heck, Saeran hadn’t noticed a girl had had a crush on him for several months until his twin pointed out. “What’s wrong?” He asked, pulling a chair and making sure it was next to his friend, close enough for hugs. Although he hoped there wouldn’t be any hugging, Saeran wasn’t the best with affection.

“It’s just… I don’t know why they’re fighting, and I really wanted them to just… confess you know? They seemed really happy a couple of weeks ago…” The younger started to ramble and ramble, beginning to get worked up about the two members of the RFA now completely hating each other.

By the end of Yoosung’s babbling, the blonde was close to tears, and Saeran would first go to hell if he allowed that to happen. Seeing his friend cry would only make his heart hurt and shatter in pain, everyone knew Yoosung had one of the purest hearts in the RFA and no one wanted him to be sad.

“Yoosung, it’s going to be okay.” Saeran said, refusing to make direct eye contact when the person he was addressing looked up at him. “Just give them time, alright? It’s probably better if they fix this on their own.”

“That’s the problem, Saeran! What if they don’t?” The hacker heard Yoosung sniffing, and that’s when he knew he had to do something otherwise he would officially label himself as the worst friend ever.

“They will. Now, why don’t we go for ice cream? And then we could stop by the arcade… If you’d like.”

From the corner of his eyes, he saw how Yoosung started to grin and bounce like an overexcited child in his seat. The older mimicked his expression, if his friend was happy, so was he.

And then he had to ignore the blush that rose to his cheeks when the blonde pulled him out of the café, holding his hand to look for the perfect ice cream parlor.

***

Across the café, sitting on a bench conveniently hidden by trees in the park, Jumin saw his beautiful boyfriend smirk as Yoosung and Saeran left holding hands. Their revenge plan was well on its way, but all he wanted to do was stare at Zen. Feeling particularly naughty, Jumin brushed Zen’s leg with his own.

“Jumin! Stop getting distracted, we’re on a stakeout, remember?” Zen blushed while trying to see where the younger members of the RFA were going. Interestingly enough, he didn’t move his leg away, which pleased the executive greatly.

“It’s not like we can see them anymore, and they’re pretty much helping themselves.” His fingers trailed over Zen’s hand and dipped into his sleeve, making the actor bite his lip.

“O-Oi babe, we’re in public. Do you want the RFA to find out about us through gossip magazines?”

Jumin chuckled. He couldn’t help it, Zen responded so wonderfully to his touches. To his surprise, Zen took his hand and carefully placed one of his fingertips against his lips, making it trace the soft surface. “Let’s follow them a bit longer to make sure, then we can go to my home.”

His gaze was filled with sexy promises and Jumin nodded quickly, would have agreed to jump off a bridge if Zen had asked him to. As they both stood up, he knew he was hooked to this man. When all this was done, he’d have to thank the rest of the RFA - but not before they executed their plans. The imaginary sight of their shocked faces made him chuckle, causing Zen to shush him while they walked the same way Yoosung and Saeran had.