#SOMEONE CALL KITTEN PROTECTIVE SERVICES ON THIS CAT

[timogsilangan]

guess who became an impromptu cat midwife against his will

[o-pandora-o]

Dating Beleth Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Note: This is NOT SPOILER FREE. After playing the event and have unlocked few of info via intimacy, I am currently hungry of Beleth content. Please be advised that this is not spoiler free and will connect a few info from the event or intimacy info. Writing this before I completed 100% of his intimacy info (currently at 27%). Writing in gender neutral pronouns.

How is it like dating the de facto King (in terms of what he does) - Right hand of Belphegor - Beleth?

🚬 One of the loyal green flags in Hell, once he picks someone to be his partner, don't expect him to entertain others. He might have the charisma to get along with others; however, he will definitely not entertain others who flirt with him when he's taken. He'd politely say "Hahaha. Sorry to break it to you pretty boy/girl, I'm already taken", bonus points if they flirt in front of you, he'd hold your waist and pull you close to him, no questions asked.

‌🚬He would definitely call you cute pet names such as "kitten", "kitty", "baby", and "babe". He like cute things, so he'll call you something cute too wink wonk.

🚬He isn't picky when it comes to his partner, he mostly looks at what's inside rather than what's outside. He doesn't care of your gender, nor your physical appearance. Whether your thin, chubby, plus-sized, or small. He'll love you, since he chose you to be his partner out of the many people he slept with.

🚬His love language is Act of Service, similar to Valefor, he'd do anything because you deserve everything. He may look like a bad boy, but he's a good guy at heart. He'd hold the door for you. He'd take your bag whenever you go out. Honestly, he's quite used to this because he takes care of his king - Belphegor.

🚬‌If you're feeling sick he'd take a leave from the palace and take care of you. He'd cook your comfort foods, provide comfort and warmth. Even if you're not sick, he'd cook for you if he wakes up before you.

🚬‌He's also keen on things you once said. He might bring home some desserts or food if you mentioned something that you wanna try it. Or plan a date on a newly opened cafe because you once mentioned it.

🚬He always likes it whenever he does something for you, especially if you request something. He'd do anything just to make you happy. ‌His secondary love language is physical touch. He is purely consensual and will ask you if it will be okay to touch you (hold hands, hugs, kisses) especially if you're not the type of person that is fond of physical touch.

🚬He loves LOVES being the big spoon! He's pretty tall and loves seeing you all small in his embrace. He also likes to pat your head whenever you look so cute. Bonus if you pout, he'd laugh heartily.

🚬He's pretty neutral when it comes to PDA. He respects your personal space but if he needs to display his affection, he might do so. For example if one demon decides to flirt with you, not knowing Beleth is your s/o. "It seems you really are famous with the demons, no?" Beleth said to you "Sorry my friend, it seems they're already taken, Hahaha." He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close and kisses your forehead

🚬‌Doesn't get jealous easily. He trust you so much to the point that he doesn't get jealous when other demons talk to you. However, it will be another issue if he notices something fishy with the other party. He'd be more protective rather than jealous.

🚬‌He's fond of cute animals especially baby ones. He feeds stray cats and dogs, one some rare occasions he might bring home one. "Hi baby I hope you don't mind I brought home a small kitty. I was watching him for a few days now, he's all alone. I hope you don't mind haha." He cradles the small kitty like his baby, while making that sweet smile "But Beleth… that's the 10th cat this month…"

🚬‌He does not belittle anything or anyone, even his opponents or you. When he heard someone talking shit about you and your abilities he'd butt in and politely negate their comments. "Hahaha. I wouldn't be too sure of that, my baby can pack a punch you know".

🚬He's practically the son of the Black cat x golden retriever trope. He's so cool, chill, and he practically gets along with everybody. His aura screams bad boy but to you he's like a dog (or in his case, a cat) waiting for your orders and affection.

🚬‌He once thought that you might be scared of his demon cat form, but you proved him wrong. "Are you sure you wanna see it, y/n?" "Yes! Please!!" "You know I don't show this normally right? I just show this whenever I'm mad. Haha" A cold sweat drops from his forehead "Yes! Bathin told me that too! Even Harumon!! May I see it pretty please?" "Promise me you won't change how you look at me, mkay?" "I promise!!!" "Alright, a promise is a promise, okay?" He hesitantly transforms into a gigantic demon cat "…" You stared at him "Y/n…?" He meowed " YOU'RE SO FLUFFY AND CUTE SORRY I LIED I CHANGE HOW I LOOK AT YOU NOW OMG YOU'RE SO FLUFFY!!!" You run a hand into his fur and hug him He was happy and shocked that you enjoyed looking at his demon cat form

🚬‌He enjoys it if you run your hand into his fur, it makes him purr if you scratch certain places. He will sometimes wrap his body around you and it will be okay for him if you sleep on his soft fur.

🚬‌He gets a bit upset or sad if he can't see you in the days that he's busy with Belphegor's orders or errands. Honestly your competitor is his Majesty Belphegor himself in your time with Beleth. I wouldn't say Beleth is too busy like Bael, but he may be busy occasionally due to fights or troublesome issues. He might request Harumon to bring you something if he can't come home.

🚬He sometimes fight for fun, kinda similar to training. Hottest time is when he fights without a top on, when sweat trickles down his chest and abs. "Y/n please close your mouth and don't drool" Gusion said as he was requested to supervise so you wouldn't get hurt. He'd also enjoy it if you bring him a towel. "Hmm? Do you wanna wipe my swear, lil one? Just kidding haha" He likes to tease you

🚬The only time he'd lose his chill is if you're in danger and if the angels did something to you. "What did you do to them?!" "Oh ex-brother Beleth! I just removed the temptation from you! You were sinning and that person is-" The angel's head was cut off "Oh Beleth? Why are you here?" "Huh but I thought-" He saw you bought cat food and Bathin was behind you "Was guarding them like you asked" Bathin said as he saw the angel's head in the floor "Oh."

🚬‌He likes lighting up cigarettes(this is alr obvious because of his philia), bonus if you like it too. But if you don't like cigarettes (even the smell), he'd maintain distance to respect your preference (also so you won't smell it too strongly). However if you try to smoke (or if you already do) he'd really get turn on (again this is because of his philia).

🚬‌He always likes it if you dress up like a soft boy/soft girl or lolita. He always encourages you to dress up and not be shy of your preferences, since you dress up for yourself after all.

🚬Firmly believes that Beleth only have sex with people because of the NEED to sleep. But after you're with him, man he WANTS to sleep everyday. He's so comfortable with you that he wants to sleep (literally, wholesome) with you but his insomnia is stopping him. But hey you can help him sleep tho 👀

🚬‌He's pretty naughty sometimes. He'd slap your ass jokingly if you're cooking or doing something standing up, and he won't apologize but makes the most flirtatious smirk. He would often tease you especially if it makes you pout and he'd laugh about it. He would also engage in dirty talks if he seems a bit bored.

🚬His member is pretty big, and I'd say BIG, it's probably bigger than Beel's and it's girthy. Good thing Nilfheim has good pants (fuck those pants) you can't see his bulge or whenever he's having a boner when he see you all flushed up and squirming from his dirty talks or even if you lit up a cigarette for him.

🚬‌He'd like it whenever you sit on his lap (he doesn't care if you're heavy, he's a demon with demon strength anyw). However, he will like it even more if you decide to cockwarm him. He likes seeing you squirming on his lap, begging to move. He'd grip your thighs and whisper dirty things in your ear. He'd even bite or lick your earlobe. "Mmmm Beleth please can I m-move?" "Lil oneee, you said cockwarming right? Be a good girl/boy and sit still mkay? I'll reward you later" His one hand hold your thighs, while the other wraps around your waist and he nibbles on your ear 🚬‌He's a dominant top however, if you're feeling frisky, he's willing to be submissive for you.

🚬He'd praise you and pat your head in bed. "Mmmm you're doing great little one. Hm you're so tight for me now are you, baby? That's a good girl/boy" *He pats your head and he also whispers "Do you want me to touch you, baby? Mmm you're so good for me today" ‌Prolly has size kink in addition to his philia, he likes seeing his towering figure above your small figure whenever you take him. He's favorite positions being Missionary and Side windher.

🚬‌He LOVES marking you. He's not really possessive but he always laughs and feels proud whenever someone asks you or looks at your love marks and you always become flustered to answer.

🚬After sex, he always looks at your disheveled look, like some masterpiece he made and he was the painter (i mean if cum was paint then he is). He always enjoyed looking at your cum filled holes (and body) and his marks in your body. ‌He's fond of aftercare. He'll help you clean up and take a bath or shower. You in front of him while he cleans you. He'd also prepare some comfy towels and a bathrobe before falling asleep together with you. He'd sleep hugging you with a smile in his face.

A contribution to the WHB Server that I'm in! Hungry for Beleth for this past few days. Special thanks to my friend K for being hungry with me and reviewing some similarities we thought of Beleth. Will probably update this once i got a hold of his 100% intimacy information and voice.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: okay now this actually is my ALL TIME FAVOURITE post that I’ve ever done ... I was literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this ...

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SFW🌿

Wanda is such a sweet partner. She has so much love and she just needs a person to give her love to. What better idea than to have two people to love?

Nat felt hesitant at first. But got more comfortable with the idea when she saw you and Wanda interacting. 

You have Mummy issues? They’re healed. They’re gone.

Wanda is the type of person to call you out of the blue, even when you’re at work.   “I just wanted to hear your voice!”

Whereas if Nat called you out of the blue, you’d start to panic

The amount of support and encouragement in this relationship is out of this world. 

Whenever you have a bad day, there is always someone ready to make it better

You guys have favourite tv shows and movies that someone will put on randomly, even if no one is watching it. All three of you agree that it’s for comfort; background noise is a must in the household. These are: → Gavin & Stacey: a british tv show that Nat originally thought was ridiculous but now you all do the accents → Modern Family: Wanda LOVES this show, she likes the family dynamics and that they’re always there for one another → Peaky Blinders: This is Nat’s favourite, she loves Tommy Shelby. There are certain aspects of the show that she can connect with → Vikings: all three of you like this show! Especially Lagertha; all of you have a crush on her.  → Elf: yes, Wanda knows it’s a Christmas movie, but when she first saw it, she couldn’t stop. So Nat had to put a ban on it unless it’s near Christmas (which Wanda said was November 1st) → Mamma Mia: All three of you know the words to EVERY ABBA song. Once Yelena slept over and you had the movie playing and she became OBSESSED.  → Every single Harry Potter movie: Wanda sees herself as a Hufflepuff (is actually a Slytherin), Nat knows and accepts she’s a Slytherin → Practical Magic: comes on during the start of Autumn/Fall and stays playing until the 1st of November

Wanda is an amazing cook, especially when it comes to baking. She usually makes a different sweet at the beginning of the week. 

You literally don’t have to lock your house up because you’re protected by the two most formidable women on the planet 

Nat’s love language is acts of service and secretly words of affirmation. She absolutely DIES whenever you say “I’m proud of you” or “You did a great job!”

And Nat is always the one to fix tires, lightbulbs and get rid of spiders

You might think that Nat would be against living in a cottage, but she absolutely adores it. It was your idea, and Wanda fell in love with it

There are many pets in your household, Nat felt like they were liabilities at first. She wasn’t used to a breathing thing continuously dependent on her

Wanda was a tad unsure as well, but she folded almost instantly 

Your pets are:  Trix: the newest addition to the family, she’s a little black kitten who is absolute chaos. She runs up and down the hallways, doing those weird little cat stances. It makes all three of you laugh. Malachi (nicknamed Mal): An Irish wolfhound who had been at the pound for years and was about to be put down Alf: grumpy ol’ fluffy cat who likes to sleep in the sun all day every day. funnily enough, his favourite human is Nat. 

Alf bit Sam Wilson when he came to visit and he was so offended because usually animals LOVE him. 

There are so many panic buttons around the house in case it becomes a target 

Yes, you guys have your own rooms. But they’re basically where you keep your belongings. 

Nat works a lot at night, so it’s usually you and Wanda at home by yourselves. When it’s bedtime, you sleep together

Nat’s pet names for you are: ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, ‘honey’

Wanda’s pet name for you is: ‘moja ljubav’ meaning ‘my love’. It’s in Serbian which is the official language in Sokovia, where she grew up.

Wanda hums a lot, it’s usually a lullaby from her childhood. It calms her down, especially when she’s worked up

Nat and Wanda like to slow dance in the kitchen. Wanda’s head gently leaning on Nat’s chest, their arms wound tightly around each other. The pots and pans on the stove completely forgotten. 

Yelena visits often! She loves Wanda’s cooking, talking with you, and getting to see her big sister. You always beg her to sleep over, and most of the time, she does!

Wanda’s love language is physical touch and quality time. She loves when you kiss her face; peppering small kisses over her nose, cheeks, chin, and forehead.

When Sam comes to visit, he usually brings Bucky and although he starts off as moody, he soon comes to love staying over. He and Nat have a lot in common and chat about their pasts. 

Wanda does your and Nat’s nails. She begs Nat to let her do pink but never wins 

As a joke you bought everyone matching pajamas, and although it was very funny, you all wear them unironically

Wanda uses her powers for a lot of things, and you absolutely love it. It’s so handy! If something breaks, Wanda can fix it, if you’re out and guys are harassing you, she has the ability to LITERALLY CONTROL THEIR MINDS. 

Nat is the least likely to hold grudges, then you, then Wanda...

You’ve all decided that you want to travel the world together. Nat may not appear as excited as you and Wanda (she’s already traveled the world, but that was for missions.)

Wanda wants to go to Disneyland. Can you imagine Nat and Wanda with the mickey ears on?!

Theme Song: 

Gimme All Your Love by Alabama Shakes

Relationship Tropes: 

  ✧ Moon (Nat) x Sun (You) x Eclipse (Wanda)

  ✧ Tragic Past x Ray of Light (this goes for everyone)

  ✧ The Impulsive (Wanda) x The Hyperactive (You) x The Unheeded Voice of Reason (Nat)

[dorktastic-n7]

Okay but what about a story where the prophecy states that an evil with a specific identifiable thing (purple eyes, a birthmark, a sudden flash in the shy, a comet) will rise at a certain time and be vanquished by the purest of good. A young girl is born with the marking or under a blood moon or whatever. She is raised her whole life to believe that one day she will be slain by a knight on a white horse or a group of teenagers whose friendship is strong enough to defeat her or whatever. She KNOWS the prophecy is true, others have been fulfilled in her lifetime so why should this one be any different? After all, she took her first life before her eyes ever opened. But she doesn’t feel evil, not really, just cursed.

Her own father confines her to the castle, as far away from him as possible. The little Princess looks too much like her mother. She is a well behaved child who loves animals, especially her horse. She plays with the servants children, the other nobles have shunned her, and they scoff at the prophecy. She is kind and considerate of people’s feelings. She is no where near the evil people described.

Now a teenager, those same childhood friends shun her as well. Leaving her alone under the burden of her fate. She makes friends with the birds and a stray mother cat and her kittens. She has servants and advisers, but they barely look her in the eye. Too many other prophecies have been fulfilled now, too many fires and floods. Why wouldn’t they believe the one about the sad, lonely, evil princess?

As a young adult, she is thrust into the spotlight. Her parents are both gone now and she is crowned queen. The words “Evil Queen” and “doomed” are whispered too loudly as she haunts the hallways of the castle. She tried her best to be fair to her people, even as they cower in her presence or scoff at her judgements. Her oldest adviser has left her service, rumors soon spread that she killed her own father to become Queen. After all, she killed her mother at birth. Why not her father?

One day, she is holding court. A farmer is upset about his cattle going missing. Another is accusing the local witch of burning down his barn. More and more stories she’s heard before but when one is alone so often they have time to think. Overthink really. All these problems are happening at the fringes of her kingdom, almost as if it’s being tested. She calls in her knights and tells them to protect the border towns. The people whisper of war, that their “Evil” Queen is no longer content with ruling one kingdom. Surely someone will rise soon to destroy the evil as prophesied.

The Queen’s fears are confirmed. (a neighboring kingdom, a rebel group, or even a dragon). Either way something is causing destruction in her kingdom and she will put a stop to it before lives are lost, innocent or not. Her knights question it but none dare voice their apprehension when the “Evil” Queen dons her armor and marches with them against the threat.

The people of the kingdom are confused. The prophecy said the evil queen was well, evil. But her she lies, in her funeral dress surrounded by flowers. A single rose clutched at her chest, covering the mortal wound. She sacrificed herself to protect the kingdom, to save the people in it. The same people who vilified her, who whispered behind her back. The threat claimed more lives than the Queen’s, family’s lose children, siblings, parents, grandchildren. But they all say the same thing, they died in service of the kingdom and her Holy Queen.

@ge-ge-ge-ge-genifer made me do it

[chanderylix]

Dating WayV would be like :

Hello I'm back with WayV!! Hope you enjoy this~

✨Request closed!✨ Rules and the groups that I write are in my masterlist ⬇️

M A S T E R L I S T

Kun

First, I want to tell you that you are the luckiest person in the world because you can be Qian Kun's girlfriend

Will treat you like a queen. Do you see him as a leader who treat the boys really well? Yeah, just like that

Will cook whatever you want if you're hungry. Will cook for you cause he's a 5 star chef

"What do you want for dinner today? I can cook whatever you want. Steak? Seafood? Chicken? What do you favor~"

STUDIO DATE! You know these days Kun spends his time in the studio, producing some songs. He will make some songs while holding your hands. If he looks tired, you can give him a little massage~ also asking you about the melody of his songs

The typical of boyfriend who proud of his girlfriend. When you talk to someone or talk to him, he will smile while looking at you

If you're far from him, he will always call you to make sure you're okay. Text message every hour to know how you doing and if you need something

PRODUCE A SONG FOR YOU! He likes to make some music that, inspire by you!

What he calls you : bao bei (which means baby in chinese)

Ten

You are Louis and Leon's favourite

CAT CAFE DATE! Since Ten really love cats, he really likes to go to cat cafe with you. He will also bring Louis and Leon to play with other cats! Don't forget to taking photos!

Also, aesthetic dates! Cause he is an aesthetic man, he would take you on a cafe with a beautiful decoration, take a LOT of pictures on your date and he would post it on instagram

Since he really like to learning languages, he would like you to teach him your language~

Also will teach you how to be a pro dancer like him. Even though you're not that good, but he will teach you in the SM practice room until you can!

SaSSY BOYFRIEND! But you already get used to it so he doesn't bothering you

He actually has a little bit romantic side. Like he always taking care of you. Once in a week you will have a skincare day with him~ using cute animal sheet mask together

"Kiss me, Y/n! Right now!" he teased you. He really like to tease you

He really likes art. He likes to draw you if he has spare time. Sometimes you help him going to some locations so he could paint it in his canvas and ended with paint war together!! (Stream PAINT ME NAKED by Ten!!)

What he calls you : babe, kitten

Winwin

Very very very romantic person. He just loves you soooo much and wants to protect you at all cost

Shyyyyyyy boy omg like I picture him as a shy boy. Cheeks get red when you compliment him

Always sending a selca everyday to you. After eat, after work, after practice, etc (if you subs to his bbl, you'll know)

PARK DATE! Going to the park with Winwin at night, holding hands while walking in the park. Or in Korea, maybe at Han River. Ordering some street foods, talking about what happen that day on the bench, you're head on his shoulder while he caressing your hair akxhslxjksnx

Even though he's an introvert, but with you, he's really talkative~

"I really miss Wang!! (his pet at China) *shows you his picture in his phone* this is him when he's 1 month old! And this is me holding Wang last month! He grows so well! You should meet him!"

Winwin would hug you 24/7 when he feels a little bit sad or when he's tired. He likes your scent so he will hide his face on the crook of your neck, you caressing his hair and sometimes kiss the top of his head. Cuddling and stay silent until he feels better and in the mood to talk to you

What he calls you : baobei (baby in chinese)

Lucas

This man. He's gonna treat you like an actual princess. Can you imagine him saying sweet things to wayzenni? Yes, you'll get that service every day~

Clingy!! He really likes it when he lays his head on your shoulder or thighs, while you caressing his hair. And really love hugs! His favorite hugs is hugging you from behind, wrap his hands on your waist, and put his chin on the top of your head (if you're a lot smaller) or on your shoulder

He really likes to tell the other members about you and your relationship! That's why people are reaaaallly jealous because you two are soooo cute!

NIGHT DRIVE DATE! Since he's really busy, he only has free time at night after 12 AM. After practicing, he'll pick you up with his car, and having night drive! Singing your fave songs, his left hand holding steering wheel while his right hand holding your thigh. Sometimes you guys went to a high place, watching the city full of lights from above

Having a bad day? No way!! Cause Lucas is coming to the rescue! "Don't worry, your handsome boyfriend will cheer you up!" he said

What he calls you : baby, my lady~~ (c'mon my lady~~)

Xiaojun

SING FOR YOUUUU. Imagine thay you're gonna listen to his angelic voice, while he plays the guitar, admiring you while sing some romantic songs

You're Bella's favorite! She is sooo happy because her dad (a.k.a your beloved boyfriend) loves you sooo much! Sometimes, you forget that you spend more time playing with Bella then Xiaojun. So he's gonna fake angry to you because he's jealous XD

When you have long distance relationship, you guys really like to having a video call every night before you sleep. He's gonna show you how he cut Bella's nail, how he do his skincare routine, singing you some lullabies before you guys get sleepy with the video call still connected

"Bella miss you! Umm.. Actually I'm the one who miss you hehe"

CONCERT DATE! Since he's into music and so are you, you guys really like to attending some concerts together! You and Xiaojun will holding hands and singing together. After watching concert, sometimes he's gonna bring you to karaoke!! He's never tired of singing~ he likes to sing "Just The Way You Are" by Bruno Mars while staring and smiling at you. After singing he'll kiss your cheeks!

Watching movies together! You and him likes to watch some movies on the sofa while cuddling to each other. When you guys watch sad movies, he's gonna cry a lot so prepare your shirt to be wet!

What he calls you : babe, honey

Hendery

CRACKHEAD COUPLES!! You and him likes to do some crazy things together such as you chasing him on the road vice versa, shouting at the empty road at night, playing with slide and swing at kids park, just do weird things in front of people and make them confuse! Actually you guys are like bestfriends!

But the most important thing, he really like to staring at you! If you look at some WayV interviews, he really likes to just staring at the camera, or at some videos where he likes to staring at Xiaojun. He really likes to admiring you, that's why he likes to staring at you

Baby boy indeed. He's the youngest child and also the only boy. That's why you have to take care of him!

ARCADE DATE!!! Since you and him really likes to play game, arcade is your favorite place! Playing some games together like pump it up, street fighters, or mario kart and then when you get lot of tickets, you will exchange it to cute big teddy bear! Or maybe he's just gonna play crane games and choosing that Pikachu doll for you~

ANIME BINGE WATCH! He reallly likes anime so make sure you watch it with him! Just prepare some popcorns and cola, watching anime on netflix while cuddling at each other~~ "Let's watch One Piece together!! Need your cuddles and kisses while watching!!" he said

Random photos to send you in your chats (if you subs to his bbl, you'll know), like food photos, or his feet, or his laptop

What he calls you : baby (first blood! nice baby~), princess (cause he's the prince)

Yangyang

As you know, Yangyang is a mischiveous boy so be prepare for it!! Sometimes he's mocking you, tickles you, ruin your hair, pinch your cheeks, and many more ~~

He really likes to writing some rap lyrics for you. If you guys met, he starts doing his freestyle rap. Sometimes he sings too (PETITION FOR MAIN VOCAL YANGYANG!!)

His favorite word : "I'M NOT A BABY! I'M GROWN UP NOW!!" (but still eats gummy bear)

NETFLIX (and chill lol no) date! Since Yangyang is an introvert, he doesn't really like to go out. He prefer laying on the sofa or bed rather than do a walk etc. So you guys usually enjoy watching netflix together, you lean on his chest cuddling each other, playing with your hair, or sometimes tickles you when he got bored with the movie/drama. Sometimes if he's too tired, he will sleep while hugging you until tomorrow

Sending. Selcas. To. You. Everday. Everywhere. (if you subs to his bubble, you'll know). I mean he likes to send some random selcas for you, like him with louis/leon/bella, when he wears a new hoodie, or even sending funny videos of him dancing to some random songs alone or with Hendery (yeah they're having fun with it)

Kinda "tsundere" boy. He feels like saying "I love you" is kinda cringe, but actually he really loves you. He shows it with act, not words

What he calls you : darling, pretty, sexy

[ekaterinatepes]

Nothing but the Best

Author’s note: it’s getting interesting here ;) enter prince charming Sugu-kun to save the day.

IX.

https://youtu.be/uhoiqVPmURE

Satoru was afraid of making a move, least he tipped you over the edge and made you bolt; he didn’t want that. Swallowing hard he looked into your eyes… God… he had missed your beautiful E/C eyes so much. Waking up every morning without you by his side, without you kissing him awake cause he was going to be late for work… again. Your absence had left a literal infinite void in his heart that he was unable to fill.

“I know I don’t deserve anything from you Y/N, but I love you and I cannot give up on us… We said forever when we got married. And I want that… with you” speaking from the heart was not something Satoru ever did. He always preferred to cover any emotions with inappropriate jokes and double entendres. But he knew he couldn’t play his stupid games, not with you and most certainly not now.

You pulled away in that moment, as if his touch was burning you. He allowed it, doing his utmost effort not to pull you back in. His hands itched resting at his sides, missing the warmth of your body.

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It was you and me, it seemed to last forever

The way you taste and I still remember… the sounds we made.

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“It would have been nice if you felt that way before you decided to ruin this marriage. Where were those promises of forever when you fucked someone else?” You asked piercing his eyes with yours. He cowered under your glare. Satoru had never been on the receiving end of your wrath and now he understood why most people chose (wisely) to not mess with you. Every single one of your words was chosen carefully to cause the most damage. At the same time… what hurt the most was that you were right.

“Leave and don’t ever come back… you and I… are through…” Satoru noticed how you avoided calling him by his name, he hated it. As if uttering his name would leave a bad taste in your mouth “Y/N…” he whispered pleadingly when you took another step away. But this time he didn’t have the courage to stop you as you disappeared inside your apartment and locked the door behind you.

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I bet you wish you had me back! Another chance to gain it, just like that. The best you ever had.

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Satoru was fucked.

—————

The next morning Suguru’s plane landed. JFK international airport was as busy and chaotic as one would expect. After collecting his luggage he made his way to a cab giving the driver your current address.

He hadn’t been able to sleep a wink during the trip, his mind swarmed with all the possibilities of what could be happening right now. Satoru didn’t play fair and of course… you loved (probably still love) the lucky bastard.

With a sigh he decided to focus instead on the city going by through the cab’s windows. It wasn’t the first time he was in New York and his mind was much more occupied torturing him instead of appreciating the landscape.

After 40 minutes, Geto stood before a very nice and modern building located in the upper east side called Hawthorn Park. You sure knew how to live in luxury. He approached the doorman and let him know his name and that he was here to see Miss Ekaterina Petrova to which the kind looking old man responded by using his intercom to contact you. Geto was soon granted access and guided to the elevator.

The elevator doors opened on the 21st floor, he walked to the door of your apartment which was already open and you were waiting for him. His smile fell once he noticed you have been crying “oh Kitten” dropping his luggage on the spot he surrounded your body in his arms “I’m so sorry…” one didn’t need to be a genius to know Satoru had found you.

You both moved inside your apartment. Settling on the spacious couch you buried your face on Suguru’s lap as you cried. He stroked your now darker strands of h/c hair without a word exchanged. He knew you needed to let it all out. After what seemed an eternity you sat back up. Suguru gently dried your eyes.

“He was here last night…” you whispered in a raw and scratchy voice, result of your endless hours of distress before his arrival “he told me he loved me, that he left Sookie” scoff “and hear this… he left her because the baby wasn’t his!” Talk about karma at its best. Suguru already knew that but he was surprised to hear Satoru had come clean about it to you “He probably thought I would fall for that! But I didn’t” you added firmly.

Suguru was proud of you. He knew how hard it was for you to resist Satoru but you stood tall and proud when it mattered the most. “What do you want to do now?” Where you planning on moving again?

-

“I’m not leaving…” you said looking into Suguru’s liquid amber gaze. You couldn’t help but notice once again he had such pretty eyes, like a cat. You’ve always liked them, specially when they looked at you with such tenderness. You have missed him dearly during all this time.

“I can’t keep running away from him; I mean… it’s obvious he won’t stop and I… I am tired of molding my life to adapt to his whims. I’m staying here whatever happens. Sugu… I got the part for the Swan Lake!” You added remembering you haven’t talked to him during the last week and so he didn’t know about your latest accomplishment.

Geto’s eyes enlarged before a huge smile split his handsome face and his massive frame engulfed you in a tight hug. Of course he knew everything about ballet, he was your best friend after all. This was huge! Probably as big as making it in the ballet world meant “I’m so proud of you Kitten!” He said excitedly kissing your temple. Maybe not everything was as bad as he thought.

You were upset, it was true. But then again you were not prepared last night. Satoru had taken you by surprise. Now… you knew he was here and more or less knew what to expect from your soon to be ex-husband.

“Thank you Sugu…” you stopped and pulled back just slightly to look into his eyes from your height. He was a very tall man compared to you “I missed you” you said with a bright smile to which Geto replied with one of his own before pulling you in again for another hug “I missed you too Kitten” stroking your back softly Suguru decided he was happy to be here… with you.

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https://youtu.be/3oSXqLgoSq4

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She's given up, been holding on for way too long

She's had enough

He's coming home again

But it's too late 'cause she won't stay with him

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The sunshine hitting his face was what woke him up. With a grunt Satoru rolled over on his side only to fall unceremoniously from the couch where he had passed out last night. The last thing he remembered was warping back to his hotel after you left him on the roof. The memory of you, turning your back on him and walking away squeezed his heart in a painful grasp.

Alcohol was never something he was attracted to, he liked to keep his brain constantly alert and stimulated. It served a purpose of course, it kept his infinity barrier on at all times, even when he was asleep. But last night he hit rock bottom. He didn’t care anymore…

As soon as he got back to the hotel, hopelessness made a home in his chest, sitting heavy on his heart. Walking to the fully stocked bar placed on the corner of his suite he opened a bottle of whiskey. He started slow since most everything was too bitter for his taste, so he went through the process of trying every single bottle until he found something to his liking.

Two hours and about fifteen different shots of everything he decided to settle for a bottle of Amaretto, some fancy Italian liquor made of apricot kernels. It was sweet.

Everything else after that was blur. Moving his sore body from the floor he forced himself to go to the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help ease his misery. Peeling off his clothes the smell of booze clinging on them made Gojo cringe. He decided to brush his teeth before showering. Looking in the mirror he couldn’t recognize the man starring back at him. He was a mess.

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Are we just ghosts out in the night?

Are we just waiting for a light that doesn't shine?

Are we just faking or is this real?

'Cause I don't know how to feel

Are we just ghosts now, you and I?

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Last night he had been so desperate, so hopeless and broken hearted. That’s when it hit him… his wife didn’t hurt him, she didn’t cheat on him (unlike himself), she didn’t do anything to him and yet he was feeling as if the world was collapsing around him. He lied, cheated and fucked up everything for them both.

Guilt…

Unadulterated, burning and suffocating guilt was consuming him. He felt bad before but it wasn’t until last night that he grasped the concept that Y/N didn’t owe him anything at all and that HE didn’t deserve it anyways.

The plan originally had been to get back in your good graces by doing penitence, submitting to your every whim and desire by becoming your devoted slave for as long as you would have it. He never even considered the possibility that his wife DID NOT WANT to forgive him in the first place.

He thought you left to give him a lesson, that you would eventually come back to him after he had a taste of what it was like to lose you.

But even after you both shared such a searing kiss, so passionate that every cell in his body was humming, aflame with desire you still managed to walk away from him as if it meant nothing to you.

What good did it do to him to be the strongest when he couldn’t even protect his wife… from himself.

After showering, changing clothes and ordering every sweet pastry and desert from the room service menu Gojo stopped to rethink his strategy.

What?…

Did you think he was going to stop there?

Absolutely no, love!

If anything, your rejection had only fueled his need to get you back.

“Time for plan B” sighing he pulled out his phone it rang a couple times before someone answered “good morning Mrs. Mazzo, this is Gojo Satoru. I’m going to need you to forward to me Miss Petrova’s rehearsal schedule…”

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“This is really good!” You hummed happily after swallowing a bite of your steak. Suguru sat across from you at Keens Steakhouse, with a grin he watched as you indulged yourself in what you called your ‘cheat meal’ of the month. Being a professional ballerina was a tough and demanding commitment that controlled every aspect of your life, from how you train to what you eat. Despite it all, Geto knew you always found a happy balance that worked just fine for you.

Seeing your big smile made his heart jump in his chest, you were as beautiful and alluring as the day he met you. If only he had told you he liked you before Satoru did. This question kept him up at night, playing all sorts of scenarios in his mind. If he had taken the first step… would things have been different? Would you have ended up together? Married? Shaking his head he tried to focus on what you were actually saying. Deviating his thoughts to that kind of scenarios was dangerous. He also didn’t want to push it when he was perfectly aware you were still healing; he wasn’t a low life piece of shit to take advantage of your vulnerability.

But when you smiles at him as if he was the only thing in your world, when you held his hand across the table, playing with his finger, his throat felt dry and tight.

“What do you think Sugu?” Your curious and expecting eyes caught him like a deer in the headlights “I’m sorry Kitten, I was distracted. Could you repeat that please?” He asked with an affable smile.

You chuckled and stroke his hand softly “you look tired, did you sleep at all in the plane?” He shook his head “no, I didn’t. I never can, it’s uncomfortable” he hid on purpose the true reason why he hadn’t been able to sleep “come on Sugu! Let’s go back home! I bet you are tired” you said offering him a sweet smile.

After paying your bill you walked the few blocks back home. Suguru of course would be staying with you in the spare room of your penthouse. Holding hands while you talked to him about the activities the city had to offer, your schedule and how you intended to fit the time to do some tourism with him. “You don’t have to bother Kitten, I know you are busy enough with your job, I will be fine” he insisted.

You stopped on your tracks and stood in front of him, pouting, making him chuckle. You looked every bit the kitten he knew you to be, all bothered and moody “no! I want to spend time with you too you know! I haven’t seen you in so long! I’m not going to waste this chance!” You insisted to which Suguru threw his hands up in the air “I surrender Kitten! Do with me as you will” you giggled and then blushed. “Uh… eh… ok! I will!” He took your hand again and you both resumed your walk.

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Satoru warped to the roof top of the building adjacent to yours, the lights were out in your apartment and he couldn’t sense your presence inside. You left? Where did you go?

Before a second though he warped inside your apartment but he saw all your stuff was still there, maybe you went out for groceries or something?

After a few minutes sitting on your couch he decided to wait for you on the street so he could see when you got home.

(Almost an hour later)

Oh… he wasn’t ready for what he saw.

“That mother fu….” Satoru grinds his teeth watching you walk down the street holding onto Suguru’s hand while talking distractedly. From his hiding spot in front of your building he closed his hands in a tight fist.

Well, this complicated things… a lot more.

————-> Chapter 10

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Luca Headcanons Part 2

DoesLast one blew up and I was gonna wait to make another before making this one but then my Italian fish obsessed brain couldn’t stop thinking and I literally couldn’t stop myself so let’s go, part 2!

Luca:

Has nightmares of what would happen if things went differently: If he was sent to The Deep, if he and Alberto were outed as sea-monsters before the race, if Ercole, Cicco, and Guido didn’t miss Alberto when throwing the harpoons at the beach, if Alberto didn’t come with the umbrella during the race and he was outed in front of the town and hit with Ercole’s harpoon, etc. He always wakes up terrified. 

Apologizes to inanimate objects if he bumps into them or drops them.

Names everything he comes in contact with. Random animals such as birds, insects (even though he’s terrified), erasers he uses often, etc. They’re always random, silly names, but he loves them. 

Is a slow reader because of how he fantasizes himself in the books and daydreams, then is snapped back to reality.

Keeps a dream journal!

Loves making stories about the stars and constellations. He loves the original stories, but he loves to make up his own.

Honestly I just get the vibe that he’s scared of birds after the encounter with the seagull.

His favorite color is purple followed by green!

Giulia’s mom buys him his own bike and he loses his mind, loving it so much

He’s a bit awkward with making friends at school, sticking to Giulia’s side most of the time

He doesn’t really care for music

He can fall asleep anywhere, honestly. He once fell asleep leaning against the doorway and then crashed onto the floor

Alberto loves to doodle on his arms and hands and Luca doesn’t really care to wash them off so they just kinda chill there. 

He’s very easy to prank and scare

Oh you should see him around the holidays! He’s so excited! His eyes sparkle and shine, he absolutely loves the decorations!

He’s not competitive, actually. He just wanted the prize money to get the Vespa, but he doesn’t really care about winning. He just... Isn’t competitive

He is very protective over his friends. Do what you want to him, but lay a hand on someone he loves and he will tear you a new one. We see him in the movie just frown when Ercole makes fun of him, but when Ercole shoved Alberto, all bets were off.

Charts the stars

He doesn’t have one love language, he has all of them, but probably Physical Touch and Quality Time more than anything, or Acts of Service.

Drinks expresso more often than he probably should, but just to get through his schoolwork

Misses his goatfish more than he wants to admit, especially little Giuseppe

Allergies beat him up during the spring

Slowly gets used to cats with Machiavelli’s kittens, but he’s still scared of the chunky boy

A teacher at school made the mistake of introducing him to Shakespeare. He spent hours sobbing over a good chunk of the plays.

Because he liked Shakespeare, Giulia’s mom got him some poetry books. He was not a fan of Edgar Allan Poe or Agatha Christie or Mary Shelley, all the horror/murder type stuff. He loved Emily Dickinson though!

Is as terrified of losing Alberto as Alberto is terrified of losing him

While he isn’t as touchy with Giulia as he is with Alberto, he does get more touchy with her

Reads tons of books about cats, dogs, and turtles to give Machiavelli, Nerone, and Caligola the care they need

Hears about human farms and loses his mind, rapidly asking questions about how they work and if they’re similar to his own

Giulia tries to convince him that fairytales are real. He has nightmares about them for a few nights until Massimo has to tell him that fairytales are made up and her mom changes them slightly to be more... Non-scary. She starts telling them to him to bed just because she misses doing so, and then he can’t fall asleep without someone telling him a story.

Doesn’t do the handshake with anyone that isn’t Alberto or Giulia.

Giulia’s mom calls him “fishy” or “guppy” and he wants to hate it but he can’t

Hates it when people call him cute or baby him, but his family + Alberto + Marcovaldos still do it

Once heard some French Tourists and stared at Giulia and went “why is their Italian so weird sounding” and she lost her shit laughing

Doesn’t swear, refuses to swear

Tries to use Vespa stamps if they’re available

Once he learns what “Piacere, gioralamo trombetta” means, he sends a letter to Alberto which is just him freaking out and laughing while making fun of it. They don’t stop saying it. In fact, they probably say it more.

He has a map in his room with pushpins of where he’s been. Beside it are a bunch of sticky notes of where he wants to go with Alberto with reasons on why he wants to go.

Has a little bit more courage, but not too much

He’s often teased for calling others “sir” or “ma’am” and so he feels really shy about it but doesn’t stop

Refuses to call Massimo and Giulia’s mom by their names, it just feels too awkward for him

Makes friendship bracelets for the trio as well as separate ones for him and Alberto, then him and Giulia.

While he loves gelato, he doesn’t like it as much as Alberto

I feel like he’d dot the i’s in Giulia’s name with hearts but no one else’s

People at school think he has a crush on her but he doesn’t

He and Alberto still say they sleep under the anchovies. No matter how often he researches stars, he’ll always call them anchovies around him.

Sticks out his tongue when focused

Doesn’t like aquariums, he stares at those fish and he just feels trapped

Loves to dance in the rain

Does that little feet tappy dance thing when he’s excited or shakes his hands

Honestly half of his vocabulary is stern shouts of “Alberto!” “Giulia!” or “silenzio Bruno, silenzio Bruno! Silenzio Bruno!”

Speaking of, he can’t just say “Silenzio Bruno” once, it’s always him saying it more than once, especially when he’s really scared

He doesn’t have loud, aggressive sneezes, but he does have sneeze fits. Once he sneezed so many times that with every one his face got closer to his desk until it just went BAM and he has a massive bruise on his forehead for days. 

Sometimes just goes into the water and swims to relax. If he’s feeling homesick, he’ll do some daring trick and then instinctively turn to smile at Alberto only to realize he isn’t there

His dad still keeps crabs but lets Luca name them. Luca chooses to name them all after space things. Mainly moons, but sometimes planets or galaxies

Secretly feels really guilty about Alberto selling their Vespa

After almost being sent to The Deep, he is terrified of the dark and can’t sleep without a light on, no matter how dim it is

Alberto:

Matching pajamas with both Massimo and Giulia! (Refuses to match with her, Massimo yelled at them)

Tries to see what triggers his transformation. Does watermelon? Does juice? Is it any liquid? He’ll find out!

Calls Giulia “Spewlia” just to piss her off

Those two are always arguing. Yes, he often starts it

Lots of tattoos and ear piercings!

Will into Giulia’s room, stare her dead in the eyes, call her a bitch, and run out while leaving the door open. She’ll scream at him and probably throw something. 

Tends to shorten people’s names. He calls Luca “Lu,” “Lulu,” and even “Luke.” Luca does not like any of these names.

Still builds his Vespas! They’re not as fun without Luca, though

Takes Giulia with him sometimes too and purposely crashes into the sea or something just to see what she does. 

Gains quite a bit of muscle 

Is the one who takes down all the sea monster things with Massimo. He and Lorenzo carry Smuca to the fountain

Idk I feel like he has loud sneezes

I also feel like he makes that weird cough face like that one cat idk I just know I’m right

He doesn’t just sing... He scream sings

Doesn’t know how to dance but if there is music he will dance

Loves dancing in the rain too!

Sometimes he’ll just walk into Giulia’s room and gossip with her. They’ll make a blanket fort and grab some snacks and cats and just... Spend the night talking and catching up

She teaches him how to braid hair and now he just loves doing her hair

Bites his lip quite a bit. That’s canon but like, still worth mentioning

Learns how to ride a bike so he doesn’t get killed or something

Keeps a journal on things Luca and Giulia are interested in so he can learn about them. He writes down bullet points on what he remembers from conversations, but it’s honestly not much

He doesn’t have big dreams other than traveling the world with Luca. He knows Giulia wants to be a marine biologist and Luca wants to travel the world + is still figuring things out. He has short term goals other than that and changes the topic about it.

A popular headcanon is that Alberto takes care of the goatfish when Luca’s at school and I think that would happen!

He’s shockingly good with kids! When not working, he loves playing soccer with them by the fountain

He almost named Machiavelli’s mate “Frog” because he can’t name things

Half the time when Giulia and/or Luca talk about school, he goes “I don’t what that means, but I’m choosing to define it as ____” and won’t let them prove him wrong

Technically canon but he will bite. Chomp chomp.

When he meets Giulia’s mom, they love to paint together

He does make some friends in Portorosso, but none are as close to him as his sister and best friend!

This man is the most dramatic person good lord

Love language is definitely physical touch!

Still screams “Take me, gravity!” pretty often

Can’t do work alone without music. He doesn’t really like opera but he can’t stand silence, he just can’t

Sometimes he thinks of Luca’s betrayal and is really angry, but knows he’d probably do the same if the roles were reversed. It was about self preservation and the risk of living. He still gets upset about it sometimes, but completely forgives him and understands

Is always torn between giving Giulia genuine facts about sea creatures and giving her such absurd but lowkey believable lies. He wants her to succeed so badly but also wants to screw her over

If you give him anything, he will play with it. String? A toy. A pen? A toy. A literal rock you found on the side of the road? A gorgeous toy, thank you!

Never just goes into the water, he will always be dramatic and dive in or jump

Sometimes when not on duty, he just blows his lifeguard whistle because he thinks it’s cool

He loves yoyos!

Will noogie Giulia.

Sometimes gets scared that Massimo will abandon him, but it seems like Massimo always knows

Città Vuota is his favorite song!

Doodles all over everything, especially Giulia and Luca’s arms and legs. They range from little stars to tic tac toe games to fish to anything that comes to mind

Giulia:

Is very much into photography! Luca always does hearts with his hands/fingers while Alberto does stupid poses or flips her off... or both.

Hums and sings a lot! 

Also loves to dance and is the best of the trio! Loves to twirl and vibe even if there’s no music! It’s just her personality

She doesn’t just hug, she jumps into their arms and holds them close

Sometimes just to annoy Alberto she’ll hug him and press kisses to his head and cheeks. Siblings gonna be annoying.

Always has so much energy but really struggles with sitting still for homework after such long hours in school that her grades aren’t all that good except for Astronomy!

The most competitive of the trio

Bites her lip when she’s nervous

Started wearing her hat to match her dad when she was little and now she doesn’t like being without it

Has probably fallen asleep in class

Loves watermelon and gelato

While Ciccio and Guido apologize for their actions, she doesn’t forgive them and doesn’t want to. She has every right to

Gets really into singing when she’s singing along to songs

Doesn’t like makeup for herself but will hold the boys captive to do their makeup

Loves puns! Will make sea puns to piss off Alberto and Luca, but Luca loves them so it half-works

Loves copying Alberto’s lipbite

Machiavelli her beloved <3 

Loves her fam so much! She’s got pictures of them everywhere and is constantly buying them gifts

Speaking of! Her love language is giving gifts! 

She’s actually pretty good at making friends since she can read people so well. It’s just that Portorosso doesn’t have any.... Great kids to befriend and Genova just has too many that she sticks to a small group which eventually fades, as groups do

She isn’t the most emotional but she also isn’t the least emotional. She doesn’t cry often but she does get sad and shows it

I don’t know why I feel this way but I definitely think she’s scared of the doctor

She used to be scared of thunderstorms until meeting her boys and the race happened. Now she associates rain and storms with that win

Summer is her favorite season

She knows everyone in Portorosso by name and knows most of their birthdays by heart

Speaking of, she always celebrates Alberto’s birthday like her like her life depends on it

Now loves racing on her bike even more cause of the race

Calls Alberto “Berto” and is the only one allowed to do say

A very light sleeper

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More on the way probably they’re all I think about

[kendrixtermina]

Ship Meme Time! [ReiShin / LRS]

I felt like doing this one.

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?

Actually probably not in episode 1 - the presence of Mini Rei in the Leliel sequence suggests that maybe Shinji saw her during the nubulous “3 years ago” incident.

What was their first impression of each other?

On Shinji’s end: mysterious? slighty unnerving?

On Rei’s end: mild interest, since he’s Gendo’s kid & protecter her in ep 1, though I doubt she grasped the full implications. 

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Rebuild! Gendo’s nefarious plot does NOT count. 

I’d presume Touji & Kensuke would be on board & Misato would tease & encourage any possible relationship that Shinji would get.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

It was probably more or less simultaneous, at the end of ep 6.

It’s possible that there was some mutual vague interest/fascination before that, but it’s hard to say how much of that is just of Shinji being Gendo’s kid & maybe feeling vaguely reminded of Yui, before he gets to know Rei properly.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

They got 99 problems but being tsuntsun isn’t one. 

Though Rei would perhaps at first feel that it’s futile/doomed since instrumentality is around the corner. 

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? What would their lives be like if they had never met?

It’s possible that Rei would have met another friend and/or love interest, but it’s not likely. She might’ve still had her doubts, but she’d probably still have gone along with Gendo’s plan, causing him to “win”. I think she’d have looked at her existence as a quasi-human as only painful rather than something that was both good & bad. 

With Shinji it’s harder to say cause he has other people to possibly inspire him & more complicated reasons to stay. I’d say he would’ve been more resentful overall, though, because he’d only have ambivalent motivators (Gendo, wanting to be needed etc.), not anyone who had no agenda & would be affected as an innocent if he “left”, & maybe that resentment woudl’ve come out as an emotional outburst at an inoportune point. 

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

I strongly believe that it would definitely be Rei, she can be straightforward enough once she got her feelings figured out. 

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

I don’t think they’d be into the whole ‘date’ ritual, it would just be a nice moment like having tea or going for a walk in nature together

What was their first kiss like?

Well there was that discarded storyboard from the rebuilds where the angel having taken Rei’s form “pulls EVA 01 in an open-mouthed kiss”... with their luck it could be something fucked up like that ^^°°

If we assume some reasonable AU, it would defiitely be all soft & tender & emotional. 

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Shinji  would definitely be Rei’s. Her first friend even since she had none before :( 

As for Shinji, ovsly Asuka and/or Mana/Manga!Kaworu/Misato got to him first, but kissing someone on a whim & bc you rly like them would be very different. 

In my experience, it really matters a lot. Romantic kissing is something very different from just foreplay kissing & compatibility matters a lot. 

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

None, at least physically. 

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Rei doesn’t have a family :(

Who takes the lead in social situations?

It depends on the situation. Generally Shinji is friendlier & more conventional while Rei is braver. If it’s a garden party, it’s Shinji, if it’s comfronting someone about a problem, it’s Rei. 

Who gets jealous easier?

Probably Shinji cause he’s insecure in a preuccupied way sometimes

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

Neither.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?

Rei. Too bad she can’t seem to do it without immediate death. 

Shinji comes the closest in the manga ending or the end of 2.0.

What are their primary love languages?

Both are big on the acts of service.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

I can see Shinji resorting to one when he’s very very nervous

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

They’d be too shy to do it in public. 

Neither was hugged very much growing up so they’d probably have to ease into this slowly. 

Who initiates kisses?

Could be either

Who’s the big and little spoon?

This is probably the one case where Shinji would be the big spoon

What are their favorite things to do together?

Just chill peacefully in each other’s presence with music

Who’s better at comforting the other?

Rei. 

Who’s more protective?

About equal. There have been near-apocalypses on both counts. 

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

~The handholding~

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

the OG franchise already has If I can’t be yours, Tsubada Kudasai, Beautiful World, Dillematic triangle opera, the first verse of ‘repeat’...

Otherwise, the first thing that comes to mind is The Fragile by Nine Inch Nails

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

none rly. 

Who remembers the little things?

Both. They’re all about the little things~

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes?

Could be either

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

It was probably a small, private affair, with Misato, Kaji (if alive) the other pilots and the classmates. 

Gendo is probably not present.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Since Rei most likely can’t have kids, they took in a bunch of orphans who reminded them of their younger selves. .

Do they have any pets?

Remember the pregnant cat from the Thrice Upon a time trailer?

They adopted some of the kittens. 

Who’s the stricter parent?

Definitely not Shinji

Who worries the most?

Shinji

Who kills the bugs in the house?

They probably have a strict “catch it & put it outside” policy

How do they celebrate holidays?

chill, low-key & cozy

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Rei

Who’s the better cook?

Shinji

Who likes to dance?

Rei.

[peachyteabuck]

clear the clouds (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: after weeks of bucky feels down, natasha knows exactly who to call to make him feel better

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 2,030

trigger warnings: sickening fluff, also - please don’t take kitten rearing advice from fanfiction

notes: this is a birthday present for the effervescent @m00nlightdelights​, who asked for bucky barnes interacting with kittens. happy birthday babe! 

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Natasha was the one who called you – asking something many dream for but very few get to experience. It’s hard to transport that many tiny, wriggling animals across town and very few are willing to pay the exorbitant, arbitrary amount of money you had made some intern put on the website after the twentieth call asking about the particular service.

People, apparently, really want to rent a bunch of kittens for several different types of events – finals weeks at universities and rich high schools, bat and bar mitzvahs, once even a wedding. Why those event coordinators can’t rent service animals is beyond you, and why they always expect you to do these things for free is also a mystery.

No matter why those people wanted your kittens, you closed the service except for incredibly rare cases.

One of those incredibly rare cases, per the usual path of your life, involved Natasha Romanoff.

You owed her a favor from a few years back, when she made sure an ex-boyfriend of yours…well, for legal purposes you can’t talk about it, but Natasha made sure he never bothered you or your friends ever again.

Natasha’s got enough tact not to bring the year-long ordeal up – just said she wanted to “cash in” on your side of the bargain. You sighed into the office landline when she told you she was calling for her favor, the exhale so deep it was still audible despite the barking and scratching and the menagerie of other noises.

It takes you a second to collect yourself, to shove the memories back into that little box your therapist had you build and then tuck into the back of your brain.

Despite not being able to see her face, you can tell she’s frowning and has furrowed her brow. “You good?”

You nodded, then remembered how phones work. “Yeah,” you let out a small sigh. “Yeah, I’m fine. You want the kittens at Avengers Towers this weekend for a few hours to help that friend of yours-“

“Bucky,” Natasha interrupts you. “His name is Bucky. And you should go out with him.”

Despite still knowing how phone works, you roll your eyes. “Didn’t you just say he spent the last week bedridden because of depression. It doesn’t exactly sound like he’s in the right state of mind for a relationship.”

Your friend scoffs into the phone, shutting what you think is a thick book for dramatic audial effect. “And you spend fifteen hours a day at your shelter because it gives you an excuse not to see people. I don’t need you to marry him, I’m saying maybe a coffee date would be good for you.”

There’s a pause where you search for a sarcastic response, but Natasha beats you to it.

“Actually, no,” she says, voice dripping with a lovable dryness you can’t help but admire. “It will be good for both of you.”

Another pause while you recalculate your sarcastic response cortex. After a deeply silent thirty seconds, you give up.

“Fine,” you acquiesce. “But you and Wanda are helping me and you’re buying me lunch for that day and you’re helping me during adoption day at the museum next month.”

Somehow, you can hear Natasha’s wide and triumphant smile. “You got it, kid.”

And with that, you hang up before falling back in your office chair. You swear, that woman could convince you to do anything.

Fucking spies, you think before putting the event in the shelter’s e-calendar.

The day arrives both too quickly and not quickly enough – your brain caught between something akin to “existential dread” and “oh my God my friend is trying to set me up with her friend and what if it doesn’t work but what if it does” the entire week before the planned event. During the night before you down quadruple your normal dose of melatonin to fall asleep after spending three entire hours trying on all your clothes to plan the right outfit (in the end, you chose an unusually nice pair of leggings and a plan sweater along with boots cute enough to fool a man into thinking they’re fancy while still protecting your feet from the end-stage winter air outside.

(Also, the leggings and sweater are the easiest things to lint roll kitten fur off of you for, say, a date at an upscale coffee shop you normally wouldn’t even think of going to, but that’s nobody’s business and you totally one hundred percent did not think about that when trying the outfit on.)

You meet Natasha and Wanda at the shelter the next morning, you getting there before them to gather the necessary supplies from the back. Despite them promising to help you load your car with kittens and kitten-adjacent items, you still didn’t want either of them messing with the precious organization system you’d spent years perfecting (and years training interns and vet techs how to abide by it).

Luckily, with your precautions and time management – and despite Wanda’s need to kiss every kitten (yes, every kitten) as they were loaded into crates – you arrive at the infamous Stark Tower right on time.

Set up of the whole thing doesn’t take long, Natasha successfully leading the way through the maze of which is the expansive building. You pass a few people you recognize from Natasha’s stories and the news, and a few others who you don’t but still smile as they pass (whether they were just being nice or smiling at the kittens in the crates you were holding, you refused to decide).

It takes a few elevator rides, but eventually you get to the desires floor and room – Wanda knocking on the door after setting her Ikea bag of playpen supplies on the carpeted floor.

A response is nearly immediate. “Go away!” a gruff voice calls, muffled by the thick walls.

Natasha and Wanda both roll their eyes. “Shut up and open the door!” the former replies.

There’s no verbal response, but you do hear shuffling before the door opens to reveal a figure more brick house than man. His hair is messy, sweatshirt a size too large and solid black but with jeans that fit perfectly. His boots – much thicker and blacker than yours – are dirty.

“What do you want?” he grumbles.

Natasha remains unphased by the man’s demeanor. “We have kittens. Now move out of my way so we can set all this shit up and you can pet some cute animals.”

Bucky gives her a look and rolls his eyes, but steps asides and holds the door open for the three of you nonetheless.

Twenty minutes later, Bucky found in the middle of the four-foot wide pen, bewildered. He’s done a lot of things in his life, many of which would be impossible for (nearly) anyone else to accomplish. He speaks thirty languages (plus Morse code and ten variations of sign language), he’s hunted bears with his bare hands, he’s survived Russian winters and summers in the Amazon rainforest.

Yet, somehow, the thing that stunts him beyond reproach is a small play pen filled with about forty tiny, six-week old kittens that are all their own form of chaotic. Bucky doesn’t know where to look, let alone how to grab the ones that catch his eye. He’s terrified of crushing them like bug caught under a hardcover book, of breaking their tiny ribs or tiny legs or tiny necks.

He watched you intensely when you and Natasha and Wanda pulled them out of their crates, watching how you held them and which one allowed you to give them kisses and which one chased after the strands in Natasha’s ponytail. He noticed which ones curled up in small spheres in the corners of the pen, which ones immediately bopped about, which ones immediately sought out the bottle of formula you’d prepared and which ones nibbled at the liquidy wet food that had been scooped into a neon blue bowl.

Each tiny animal was different, and it amazed him.

There was this one cat, a fluffy little white one with one ear and splotches of buttery yellow seems the boldest, eyeing Bucky as if the man was this small cat’s Everest. The floral collar (one of those break-away ones, you had told him, meant to keep the kittens from getting hurt but allowing the rescuers to identify them by name and rescue identification number) has a small nameplate – a gold one – with “Squirt” etched into the metal.

“Squirt,” Bucky repeats under his breath. “Nice to meet you, little guy.”

The cat gives him a small, pterodactyl-like scream in response, as if the small animal is too young to speak in any other tone but “loud.”

“HELLO LARGE CAT,” he imagines the cat saying. “HELLO, I AM A SMALLER CAT. DO YOU WISH TO BE CLIMBED?”

Bucky smiles at the imagined conversation, allowing the brave creature to dig its tiny claws into the leg of his jeans just above his socked feet (he took off his boots when he arrived in the room, as per your request), the start to his magnificent journey.

“I do not mind being climbed,” the man answers out loud. For once, he doesn’t take in the entire room’s emotions and reactions before he says something – he just talks, even if that freedom from paranoia is only allowing him to speak to someone (or thing) that can’t talk back.

Squirt gets to Bucky’s knee before screeching once more, just as tenacious as when he was on the floor. “THIS IS MUCH HARDER THAN I EXPECTED,” is all Squirt says.

Bucky laughs, ignoring the several other kittens who are trying to claw up Bucky’s metal arm – each unsuccessful but determined to continue to try. “I’m a lot bigger than you realized, huh?”

Squirt takes a few more wobbly steps, tail high in the air, before looking to Bucky for guidance as the tiny creature stands on his thigh. “I WOULD LIKE SOME HELP, PLEASE,” Bucky interprets from the screeches.

He laughs, not moving. Another kitten, this time an equally tiny short-haired black cat named “Foosball” attempts to follow in Squirt’s literal and metaphorical footsteps, but gives up when she gets to Bucky’s knees. This, too, makes him let out a chuckle. “Don’t worry, kid. You’re doing just fine.”

You watch Bucky’s interactions with the kittens intensely – telling yourself you just need to make sure he doesn’t hurt them accidentally. In truth, he was handling them the best you’d seen anyone outside your shelter in a long time – gentle, firm, attentive. His pseudo-conversations warm your heart, and the only thing that breaks your concentration is one of the larger kittens walking up to the barrier of the pen to scream at you from inside her prison that she was hungry. Natasha and Wanda had long left, citing some bureaucratic problem that was probably bullshit but, regardless of accuracy, left you and Bucky alone.

“What does she want?” the man asks, body still frozen as Squirt climbs his chest.

“Butterfly wants to eat,” you reply while you grab one of the syringes with formula.

“Why can’t she eat from the bowl of food?” he asks. It’s not accusatory, just curious. It’s sweet, extremely so, and makes you realize that Natasha was right – this is good for him.

“At six weeks, most kittens are weened from their mothers or,” you pick Butterfly up and hold her against you as she suckles at the plastic nozzle. “In this case, syringes. But sometimes it just takes a little longer.”

Bucky hmms, turning his attention back to the kittens before he speaks again. “Do you want to get coffee?”

You swallow, looking at him look at Squirt. “Like…with you?”

Bucky nods as he sits up, the brave kitten now on his shoulder and several others vying for his attention. “I, uh,” he swallows. “Yeah. Coffee. With me. Like a, uh, a date. With me. Where we get coffee.”

You giggle a little, both at his flustered speech and at Butterfly’s post-feeding tiredness. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Cool,” is all Bucky replies, the both of you now focused back on the kittens.

Dammit, you think. Natasha was right again.

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He becomes firmly attached to his family and makes an effort to be close to them, including learning to walk on a leash or looking for toys. If you don't show your affection by nodding, he may be looking for water to play with. This is a happy and fun cat that gets on best with someone who loves to play and interact with him. When he grows up with them, he gets on well with children, other friendly cats, and dogs.

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[hazellvesque]

no strings attached

Why spend the holidays alone when an alley cat insists on keeping you company? After all, what are friends for?

aged-up Marinette/Chat Noir; platonic (???) affection | cw: alcohol consumption 

[merry christmas and happy holidays to everyone, but especially to @verrelle​ as this is your @mlsecretsanta​ gift from me! enjoy some marichat christmas fluff!]

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Despite the frigid temperature outside, Marinette had opted to spend the evening on her balcony sans scarf and gloves. The heat of the homemade cocoa did more than enough to warm her from the inside out. The fact that it was spiked probably didn’t hurt, either. In fact, she felt positively cozy, now that the previously-burning sensation in her throat had dulled to a pleasant radiating heat.

She hadn’t even bothered to change out of her pajamas. Rather, she’d tossed one of her fuzzier blankets over her shoulders like a cape, wrapping herself up just enough to be able to bear the weather but still head inside and go straight to bed once she felt herself get tired enough. 

She unlocked her phone and glanced at the time. 12:07am. 

“Joyeux Noël,” she muttered bitterly. 

As a child, Marinette had spent this hour of the holiday drifting off in front of a warm fire, the savoury and sweet tastes of roast turkey and her father’s bûche de Noël from Christmas Eve still on her tongue. In more recent years, she’d crashed at Alya and Nino’s apartment after they’d insisted on inviting all of their collège friends to celebrate together. At first, it had been for Adrien’s sake, so he wouldn’t have to spend his holiday alone. Later, it became tradition to offer their little home to whoever needed company during Christmastime.

This year, Alya and Nino had opted for a more private celebration: a romantic week-long getaway, just the two of them. Marinette wouldn’t be shocked if Alya returned from their trip with a shiny new rock on her finger. Nino had been dropping some agonizingly obvious hints that he’d be popping the question soon, and Alya insisted on being “surprised” even though the couple had been discussing marriage for years and it was only a matter of when, not if, that would be the real surprise. 

Marinette tried her best not to let the dreaded lonely shadow in the back of her mind consume her thoughts entirely. The pit in her stomach was excitement for her best friend. Not jealousy. Not envy. Of course not. 

For the first time in her life, Marinette was alone for Christmas. And although she insisted that her friends and family not worry about her, and that the holiday wasn’t really that big of a deal, she still glanced out wistfully at the twinkling lights of the city feeling envious of everyone who had someone special to spend the evening with. 

Maybe she should have gotten back on the dating apps, like Alya had suggested. Or maybe that was the tipsy brain talking.

She took another burning swig of her drink, trying not to hiss as it went down. The bitter aftertaste told her she’d made this batch slightly too spirited, but it was too late to fix that now. 

A curious, nagging feeling wriggled in the back of her mind. Like she was being watched.

“What are you doing?” she asked the winter air. 

Its response sounded strangely like a familiar young man slinking up behind her. “Practicing my stealth,” Chat Noir said. 

Marinette took another small sip, not bothering to even glance back at her visitor. “Well, you’re lousy. Keep practicing.” 

Leather-clawed hands slipped around her waist, pulling her back ever so slightly so that her back was flush against Chat’s front side in a playful hug. 

“That’s no way to talk to someone who came all this way to see you on Christmas. It is past midnight now, isn’t it?” he whispered in her ear, then glanced down at her mug. “Is that hot chocolate?”

“And peppermint schnapps,” Marinette turned to face Chat, waving the mug under his nose teasingly. “Both of which are pretty lethal to kittens, last time I checked.”

Chat released her, making a pathetic pouty face as he rounded her, taking his usual precarious perch on the edge of the railing. “Do you want to explain why you’re drinking alone?” 

“Because Alya’s probably getting married soon and this is going to be my sad reality for a while, so I might as well get a head start,” the words flowed out of her mouth before hitting her brain. Evidently, the peppermint schnapps were doing their job a little too well already. “...And I wasn’t expecting an interruption.” 

“An interruption? Or much-needed company?”

“I don’t know, yet. Depends on what kind of company you’re providing. Shouldn’t you be protecting the innocent and whatnot?”

Chat cast a lazy glance out at the quiet city. “You know how it goes,” he shrugged, “not a creature stirring, except maybe a mouse.”

“Ha ha,” Marinette deadpanned. 

When was the last time she last summoned Mullo and used her multiplication powers? Months, maybe even a full year ago now. None of the akumas lately had called for it. During recent battles, Chat had been more than enthusiastic when recommending help from their old friends, insisting that, even though years had passed, people like Max and Kim and Kagami wouldn’t mind donning their magical jewelry for a night and jumping back into the fight. 

Marinette understood that feeling completely. She’d missed seeing them, too, though she’d be much less happy to admit it. 

The two of them had nearly run the gamut of their superpowered assistants as of late. Only a handful of their old collège friends were left in the city, and half of them likely wouldn’t be as enthusiastic to play dress-up-and-kick-ass anymore. Chat had probably been anxiously awaiting his opportunity to suggest getting help from Marinette and the mouse miraculous, only putting it off because his Lady had insisted Marinette couldn’t be trusted with the secret identity. She’d kind of dug herself into a hole with that one, though she couldn’t exactly admit it to anyone. 

“What’s ironic?” Chat asked.

Marinette blinked. “Huh?”

“You just said ‘how ironic’ under your breath, but you were kind of mumbling,” Chat cast a quizzical look at her mug. “Are you sure you should still be drinking that?” 

“I’m fine,” Marinette said, but as the words left her mouth, she could feel just how dizzy she’d gotten in the last few minutes. “Maybe this is a bad time to mention that this is my second cup of the night?”

Wordlessly, Chat took the mug from her hands and drank, instantly recoiling at the taste. “Well someone’s got a heavy pour.”

“Yep,” Marinette reached for her drink, but Chat lazily held it above his head, just out of her reach. 

Chat shook his head. “Nope, I’m finishing this for you, you’re cut off for the night.”

She tried to stand on her tiptoes and instantly felt the world shift off-kilter beneath her feet. Okay, fine, maybe she didn’t need it. 

“So what kind of company were you needing tonight?” Chat asked, raising an eyebrow as he took another drink. “Since your satisfaction evidently depends entirely on what services I provide.”

Moving away from the railing, Marinette pulled her blanket tighter around her shoulders. She meandered towards her lounge chair and plopped down, legs crossed. “I didn’t mean to say it like that,” she giggled. “You make everything sound so...” 

“Exciting?” he offered.

“Suggestive,” Marinette finished. “But you’re such a relentless flirt that you probably don’t even realize you’re doing it.” 

Chat’s presence on her rooftop had become an incredibly common sight over the years, and his visit tonight was especially comforting. She hadn’t expected him to find time to stop by during the holidays, operating under the assumption that he had family or other loved ones he’d rather be with. 

Over time, their conversations ran the gamut from petty gossip to deep therapeutic bonding, but they rarely if ever crossed the line past platonic interactions. Sure, the odd innuendo or joke would slip every once in a while - mostly from Chat’s mouth - because what else would you expect from two perpetually single friends? 

“Quite the contrary,” Chat Noir took another big gulp, “I am fully aware of the things I say, and everything I do is with complete sincerity. It's not my fault you don’t take me seriously.” 

Marinette wrinkled her nose. “Well, you’re always so casual about it, it’s hard for me to tell if you even really mean it.” 

“Should I be more blunt, then?” 

“Try me.”

Chat rolled his shoulders back and took another massive swig, draining the mug before setting it down. “Only because you asked,” he said before bounding across the balcony, shortening the distance between them quicker than Marinette could blink. He landed in a crouched position very nearly in her lap, their noses inches away. 

His voice lowered, but his eyes never strayed from hers. “For one, it’s hilarious to me how much of a lightweight you are. Your inhibitions are on their way out the window after a drink and a half, and it’s much more fun for me this way because now you’ll laugh at my jokes instead of rolling your eyes at me.”

“I didn’t think you ever wanted me to react to your flirting,” Marinette shot back. “All things considered, with you being head-over-heels in love with Ladybug and all, you seemed perfectly fine with me rolling my eyes and ignoring you.” 

Chat sat back on his heels and sighed wistfully. “You two do have that in common. Maybe that’s why I find you so endearing.” 

A sarcastic laugh escaped Marinette’s lips before she could hold it back. If he only knew. More than anything, she wanted to take a snapshot this moment so she could bring it up again someday when there were no more secrets. Just to play that last statement on loop, so they could laugh about it together.

“Marinette,” Chat whined, but the smile on his face told her he was only joking, “I’m trying to cheer you up here, the least you could do is play along a little bit.”

She took a deep breath, regaining her composure. “Okay. Sorry. Playing along, right.”

“Right,” he said, “On to my second point. As I was saying before, what can I do to make your night better?”

“Who said I was having a bad night?” 

“Call it intuition,” he leaned in close again. “Or maybe it’s the fact that you’re drinking alone on Christmas and pretending not to be sad about your best friend possibly getting engaged. Classic signs of a forlorn heart.” 

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”

“Which is exactly why I’m here to provide my services,” Chat sat cross-legged in front of her, his position mirroring hers exactly and reminding her of children gossiping at a sleepover. “What is it that friends usually do when someone is heartbroken? I can trash talk whoever it is that’s got you feeling this way. I’ll tell you how they’re totally not worth your time and they’re not even that cute and you’ll find someone someday who’s going to make you forget that other person even existed.”  

“I don’t know if there’s any one specific person causing this,” Marinette admitted.

That was partially true. Although Adrien had been the cause of many nights full of what-ifs and sad unfulfilled daydreams, it had been years since her crush was at the forefront of her mind. Rather, his presence lingered in the background, really only rising to the surface when people would ask her why they had never ended up together. 

And she didn’t really have an answer to that question. They had become excellent friends over the years, but she still choked on her words every time the subject of her feelings came up. Try as she might, she just couldn’t quite spit it out and face the embarrassment of rejection if he didn’t have any interest. She’d finally managed to stop stuttering around him. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin all of that now.

No, her loneliness now was more of a dull, persistent ache that had a plethora of causes, and she was sure once the holiday season was over and the overwhelming pressure of needing togetherness faded, she’d be just fine. 

“Well,” Chat said, “I can also go the more sincere route and just hug you and tell you everything’s going to be alright, even if I don’t know that for sure.” 

“That would be nice,” she said, then after a beat: “But I’m already so comfy here that I really don’t want to get up.” 

Chat frowned. Marinette stuck her tongue out at him.

“Fine then,” Chat said, “scoot over.” 

She did as he asked, and even though the lounge chair was definitely only designed for the width of a single person, he moved to sit next to her so that their shoulders and hips were pressed together. Unraveling herself slightly, she offered half her blanket to him, which he gratefully draped over his own shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder, effectively wrapping her in a side-hug.

“Still comfy?” he asked. 

“Mm-hmm,” she responded, leaning her head on top of his. 

Chat had always been the affectionate type, and in years past, he usually reserved most of it for Ladybug. Lately, though, he’d been just as touchy with Marinette, and she suspected it was out of a combination of both their growing friendship and his own personal need for affection. 

Seeing as she was equally as touch starved, she wasn’t going to complain. 

They sat in comfortable silence for a good while, the chill of the night air almost unnoticeable with warm drinks in their stomachs and the shared body heat radiating between them.

“I have another idea, but I don’t know if you’ll get mad at me for suggesting it,” Chat said quietly.

Marinette sat a little straighter, turning to look him in the eye. “I could never be mad at you, Chat Noir.” 

Chat’s mouth fell open, then he caught himself and smiled bashfully. “Well, just to be clear, I’m asking this out of complete friendship, and I’d hate to enforce your belief that I’m a relentless flirt. It really is because I care about you, and I know how lonely you must feel, and I know something that might help ease that feeling a little bit.” 

Marinette tilted her head, questioning. 

He took a deep breath, his clawed hands toying with the frayed edge of the blanket. Was he nervous? 

“May I kiss you?” Chat asked, his quiet voice nearly lost to the breeze. Marinette wasn’t even sure she’d heard him right. It was hard to tell if the faint redness of his cheeks was from the embarrassment of his suggestion or from the cold.

She’d kissed Chat Noir before, of course, although he didn’t know that. And admittedly, it had never been a bad experience. He was arguably her closest friend, and she didn’t doubt for a moment the sincerity of his statement. The way he looked at her now was nothing like the lovestruck way he gazed at Ladybug when suggesting the same thing. 

Marinette nodded slowly. 

They were sitting so close it wouldn’t have taken much effort for him to simply lean forward and close the gap between them. But Chat Noir was never one to do things simply. 

He brought a gloved hand up to Marinette’s face and slowly traced his thumb across her cheek. Marinette shivered at the touch but did not pull away. Her eyes fluttered shut as he brought his lips to hers. 

Marinette felt her nerves fizzle away as she relaxed into his touch. Chat was unbelievably gentle, tilting her chin up to capture her lips perfectly between his.

He let the kiss linger for only a moment longer before pulling away. Their deep breaths were punctuated by the puffs of condensation from their breath floating between them.  

“Merry Christmas, Marinette,” said Chat.

“Joyeux Noël, Chat Noir,” Marinette replied.

Gracefully removing himself from the seat, Chat draped his shared half of the blanket back over Marinette’s shoulders and dropped another kiss on her forehead. He smiled as he backed towards the balcony railing, already reaching behind his back to grab his staff.

“Go inside and get some rest,” he insisted. “Try and enjoy the rest of the day. I won’t be a stranger.” 

“I know,” she said assuredly. 

He hopped up onto the rail and prepared for his exit.

“Oh, Chat Noir?” Marinette called out to him.

He turned back to meet her eyes.

Marinette beamed at him. “Thank you. For being a friend.” 

Chat returned her smile with a wink. “Anytime.” 

As his dark silhouette vanished into the night, Marinette decided resolutely: if her usual friends and family weren’t around, Ladybug might just need to make a new holiday tradition of her own - one that included spending time with her partner. 

[svnarintaro]

hii for your 1k event🥺congrats can you do U,S,G,O from the sfw alphabet with shinsou and bakugo

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thank youu it’s okay fjkdsl i do that too sometimes, i never read my stuff half the time 

but,, I’m gonna do shinsou since it was the first name you named :”)

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shinsou SFW alphabet 

A - Affection (how do they show that they love you?)

he is really cocky but he is a subtle guy, he never really likes patting your head all the time, it makes him feel like you’re a kitten. he loves playing with your fingertips. he likes resting his head on your shoulder and 

B - Beginning (how did the relationship start?)

like i feel like it would be a enemies to lovers i feel like he thinks that you’re either super annoying or super shallow. he thinks that the only reason why you talk to him is the reason that he is like a charity case and that needs to be saved. once you show him that you genuinely like being around him he starts falling faster and faster for you 

C - Cuddles (how do they cuddle?)

he likes being held. like he will be a little spoon or even just have you lie down and you will have a wild shinsou on your chest. he likes ranting while he cuddles, like he will grumble about how there was something that had to do with

D - Domestic (what will settling down with them look like?)

he doesn’t know how to cook. like he survives on cup ramen so you should probably learn how to cook a little. he does have a thing for pillows, so your living room will always have pillows. grocery shopping is the worst cause he tries to convince you to buy the most unhealthy things in the store

E - Engaged (when will they pop the question and how?)

i think it would take a few years for him to even as. not becasue of his trust issues it’s probably because he thinks that he doesn’t know how to ask. so he uses google but he ends up cuddling with you and he blurts it out. he would slide out of bed and he would give you the ring while he sits criss cross on the floor

F - Forever (how long does it take for them to feel fully committed)

i know it takes a long time to even date him, i feel like he is super self concious and he puts his full trust in a person after a long time so i would give it like 3 months for him to really feel committed to you and only you 

G - Gentle (how gentle are they around you? do they usually act soft?)

he is super gentle. like he tries to not yell at you. his touches are always so light. like he always guides you through large crowds and he loves to be soft around you. he treats you differently. he smiles more often and he giggles at your jokes

H - Hugs (what are their hugs like? do they like hugs? how do they ask for hugs?)

they are warm and tight. he never really hugs you he just feels that you would go away if he lets go. he cradles your head and pulls you into his body. 

I - I love you (how long does it take for them to say ‘i love you’ and how do they express it without saying it)

he is not quick to drop the ily bomb. he likes to take his time with how he shows that he loves you. it will take him 3 months as well to say i love you. the way that he shows that he loves that you is usually through acts of service. he likes to do all that he can for you

J - Jealousy (how do they act when they are jealous)

i feel like he barely gets jealous. he just gets insecure but he never says anything about it. he gets more timid in public, he likes tugging onto the hem of your shirt to get your attention and to stop you from paying attention to others

K - Kisses (what are their kisses like?)

they are actually quite rough sometimes. he likes taking his passion and giving it to you. he never is vocal about how much he loves you but he usually likes expressing it through his lips. his lips always taste like strawberry chapstick.

L - Little ones (how do they feel about kids? how many would they like to have?)

he would want a cat first, he needs to mentally prepare himself for a child. he was a person that would be weary about children but once he has one he gets super attached. i feel like he would actually have two kids, if he has a girl he spoils her and if he has a son he babies them.

M - Mornings (what are mornings like with them?)

he smells like coffee, like he drinks it like his life depends on it, he will pat your head to make sure that you feel energized so he will bring you a glass of whatever you want (unless it’s alcohol) he likes blasting lofi music, he likes slow morning so he tries to wake you up early

N - Nights (what are nights like with them

quiet nights are more his style. he likes winding down calmly. he has a tv show playing in the background as he plays animal crossing or minecraft. he would have a late night cuddle and hope that you fall asleep. he has insomnia so he can rarely sleep so to put him at ease he holds you 

O - Open (how open are they about their feelings? how do they show that they trust you)

he trusts you so much. but he has a hard time letting you in on his own hardships. once he is on the pure verge of breaking down. i feel like he would start crying and he would beg for you to leave, but you have to stay for him. he needs to tell you about all the things that breaks him down 

P - Puppy (how doting are they? do they follow you around everywhere?)

not as doting as you think he is he keepsmore tabs on you than actually follow you around, he likes having his space but he needs to know that you are safe at all times or he just kind of combusts and rushes to wherever he thinks you are, you are never getting hurt on his watch 

Q - Quizzes (how many things do they remember about you? how many details can they recall about you?)

quite forgetful about little details but he will always remember your anniversary. he remembers your favourite colour and favourite food but he doesn’t really remember all of the little things like what your mcdonalds order is

R - Remember (what is the best memory for them?)

when the two of you were on your first date and the train broke down on the way back, he fell asleep on your lap and you just played with his hair, he complains that he wasn’t fully conscious but he remembers waking up but not daring to move cause you brushing his hair felt so nice 

S - Safe (how protective are they?)

shinsou may look detached but he actually keeps tabs on you when he is away and can’t contact you in any way, he feels uneasy when you are at risk. he will always pull you behind him whenever you two face danger together and it is super cute fjfjdksl

T - Try (how many new things do you guys try?)

C A T     C A F E  this boy will take you to new cat related places every week, that was where you got your first cat together, it was at a cat rescue centre (i mean theres one in my city so..) i feel like he would be willing to do all the things that you want and more only if you get him a red bull along the way 

U - Ugly (what are some bad habits they have?)

he believes that he doesn’t deserve you. he truly believes you could’ve ended up with someone that would show you a fun time so he feels like he is the reason that you can’t have fun anymore which isn’t at all true

V - Vanity (how much do they think about their looks around you?)

i mean he tried to use concealer to get rid of his dark circles but other than that he freshens up he doesn’t exactly care much about his appearance, he usually just tries to make his breath smell pleasant

W - Whole (do they feel incomplete without you?)

he is more anxious, he feels so calm when you are around but the moment you are gone he gets so on edge, he just loves you and wishes the best for you all the time.

X - Xtra (a random headcanon)

the name of your cat is named angel. she is a white and light brown tabby cat and she was named angel cause of the on going joke that red bull gives you wings.

Y - Yearning (how clingy are they?)

he isn’t that clingy but he will want to see your face or hear your voice as often as he can. he understands that he isn’t the only important thing in your life but an ocasional phone call or text would suffice if you can’t see him 

Z - Zzz (what are their sleeping habits?)

he drools in his sleep. like no matter how hard he tries he has a little bit of drool that comes out of his mouth whenever he falls asleep. he also never sleeps during the night, he just takes mini naps in the middle of the day

[ithehellisbucky]

Alpine

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: None

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff. Mentions of someone being hurt and brief discussion about the mistreatment of a cat.

Author’s Note: I haven’t written in so long, I’m so sorry. I suck at fluff apparently, which is a good note. It’s pretty short, sorry about that. Enjoy!

~

James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. The White Wolf. Deadly assassin. Cat person.

This was a secret if you've ever seen one. A shame, constantly hanging over Bucky's head. But you honestly thought it was cute as hell. 

I mean, come on, he's the scariest dude you'll ever meet; but once you break through his surface he's the opposite of terrifying. He's like a burnt marshmallow, rough on the outside and soft on the inside.

So, when you saw his face light up as you walked by a pet store, you set your plan in motion. You are going to get Bucky a cat for his birthday, even if it kills you.

~

It was March 3rd, exactly a week before his birthday when your plan was set in motion. Presents were wrapped, plans were made, and all for the incredible payoff of jack shit.

A pair of socks and a new shirt, absolutely nothing. But the cat, the cat was everything. It was going to seal the deal. It was going to make this the best birthday ever.

His name was Alpine. The cat that Bucky had looked at every day when you passed the glass window. Alpine. A white, scrawny, orphan cat. Not a kitten, but a cat. A cat that would at least make Bucky's day, if not his year.

In the days leading up to Bucky's birthday, you slowly got everything in order. Bought more towels, blankets, and even cat food. Everything was in order, now, and all you needed was the cat.

~

March 10th. Bucky's birthday. The day he simultaneously loved and hated. In one way it reminded him of his life in the 30s, and in the other wasy it did the same, yet only it shone light on a different perspective.

You snuck out of bed at 8 AM. You were positive that Bucky would probably freak out if he woke up to an empty bed, so you wrote him a sweet note that said you were picking up a last-minute gift for him.

It was like something out of a spy movie; you wore a hoodie and sunglasses, in case Bucky went out on a morning run and spotted you (definitely not for the thrill of pretending you were in a James Bond movie).

First, you went to the pet store, not the shop where Alpine stayed, but at a giant pet store. You bought all the things that you couldn't easily smuggle into your apartment. Kitty litter, a crate, a collar, and a tiny little cat toothbrush that was far cuter than a toothbrush had any right to be.

After picking up all of the necessities, you drove to the pet shop. A smile spread onto your cheeks when you saw who was at the window.

It was Bucky, sweating like a pig from what you assumed was his early morning run. He was peering into the window and had a giant smile on his face as his lips formed baby talk (or cat talk I guess, but you assumed it sounded the same).

Waiting for a few minutes to enter the store was no problem, it would all be worth it to see Bucky have that same smile on his face, all day long. 

Once Bucky left the window, you instantly rushed into the store. The woman at the counter had a cheery (if not enthusiastic) look on her face, and you hoped that her service would be as great as her smile.

"Hi, I'm (y/n) Barnes, we spoke on the phone." You exclaim to the woman with a smile.

"Of course, you were seeking to adopt Alpine the cat; correct?" She returned with a grin.

"Yes, that is me," you pull out your ID to show her. 

"Great, it seems like you have most of the paperwork already filled out, if you could just fill out these few forms you'll be all set to take Alpine home." She cheerfully responded.

"Thank you so much." You reply, taking the clipboard she was handing you into your clutches.

It only took about 10 minutes to fill out the forms, and once you handed them to the woman at the counter she looked over them and then said: "Congratulations Mrs. Barnes, you are now a proud pet parent. Do you have a crate to take home Alpine, or would you like to purchase one."

"I have one, if you wouldn't mind that I pop into my car and go grab it." You could barely contain your excitement, just because this gift was for Bucky’s birthday it doesn’t mean that it wasn’t a present for you as well.

You ran to your car at an almost lightning-fast speed, practically walking on sunshine the whole way there.

Once you got back into the store, the clerk was standing right next to the window. On your side of the glass, there were boxes with all the cats and dogs. It was positioned in a way where the side facing the street and the side facing you was glass. The two adjacent walls were made out of wood painted grass green, and the top was open.

There were several pillows and a water bowl in there, and he seemed slightly malnourished. "He was a rescue." The woman exclaims.

"Hm?" You ask, you were too busy looking at Alpine to register what she was saying.

"His old home abused him, eventually animal control found out and rescued him. They put him in a shelter for a couple of weeks, but he was too scared to eat or interact with any of the other cats, so we thought it would be much safer and healthier to have him live here until he got adopted."He's a pretty traumatized cat; we've only had him in for about a month, and he's not a great eater. If you do decide to adopt him, you're going to have to do a lot of work to keep him happy and healthy. I would completely understand if you didn't want to adopt him now, we have several other kittens that would be great for you and your husband."

You didn't have to think at all, you already knew your response. "No thank you, my husband walks past this shop at least once every day, and he loves Alpine. Every time he comes here, his mood instantly brightens. He's been through some shit, and so has Alpine. I think that they could help each other."

Your gaze averted from the woman and down to the white cat in front of you. 

"Alright then, I'll open the crate and you can pick him up and put him there." She exclaimed. 

The moment your fingers touched his fur, the entire world became bleached in sunshine. His fur wasn't soft by any means, but that didn't matter to you. It was obvious that he wasn't taken care of that well, and you felt yourself developing more and more resentment for anyone who helped this beautiful cat become as scared and hurt as he was.

You carefully picked Alpine up and wrapped your arms around him in a way that you hoped made him feel protected. Half-expecting him to freak out and scratch you through your shirt, you were pleasantly surprised when he did none of those things. He just simply cuddled himself closer to your chest.

"He's perfect." You whispered under your breath, just enough to make the women smile lightly.

Gently placing Alpine in the crate, you smile at his small paws prodding around the new space. He mews, and your eyes light up even more.

"Thank you so much," You exclaim with a smile to the shopkeeper.

"No problem, give me a call if you have any problems." You grin, and shake her hand.

You pick up the crate, and Alpine starts mewling at the shaking space around him. "It's okay," Reaching down to put your hand at the opening you smile when he rubs his face against your fingers.

When you walk out the door you wave at the shopkeeper. The two of you make eye contact and exchange a smile. 

As you walk back to your car you try to move as carefully as you can to not swing around the crate too much. When you reach the car you gently put the crate in the back seat. Even though you may want for him to sit next to you in the passenger seat, you know that he could get hurt.

~

When you got home, you asked the old lady named Cynthia in the apartment next to yours to watch Alpine for a little while, just long enough for you to keep Bucky's surprise going.

"Hey baby," You exclaimed as soon as you walked in through the door to your apartment.

Bucky was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book as he ate cereal. You internally winced when you realized that in your haste you had forgotten to make him a special breakfast, or at least picked up some donuts from Krispy Kreme. Bucky would never expect you to cook for him, but it still made you feel bad that he was eating cereal on his birthday.

"Hey doll, how are you doing today." You smile and walk up to him, scooting his chair back and moving to straddle his lap. 

"I'm doing okay, how about you?" You ask, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"I'm doing great now." He says with a chuckle. "I was a little bit concerned when I came home and you weren't here, but it's all good."

"Sorry, I was picking you up a present." You kiss him on the lips again.

"Can I open it right now?" He asks, moving in to kiss your neck.

You laugh, and simply respond with, "I'm not your present Bucky, I think you'll like the one I am getting you a whole lot more."

"Nonsense, you being here with me is a gift of itself, everything else is just confetti."

"Awww, baby." You tilt your head to get a better look at the adorable fluffball in front of you. "I am getting you a real present though, and I think you'll like it a lot.

"So... Do you want to unwrap presents now?" 

"Sure, sounds fun." Bucky is trying to play cool, but you can see through his eyes that he’s excited.

"Alright, I'm gonna run into the bedroom and grab them really fast, then we can open them. We'll open the rest of the presents tonight at Pepper's house."

Inside of the closet where you stashed the shirt and socks you giggle thinking about the stunt that you're about to pull on Bucky.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Bucky, happy birthday to you!" You walk in carrying the two presents in your hand, and Bucky looks almost happier than you've ever seen him before. 

Once you set both of the presents down on the ground, Bucky eagerly rips open one of the neatly wrapped packages. The second he sees that there is only a red henley inside, his face falls slightly, but he quickly picks it back up to keep the appearance of excitement on for you.

"It's great Doll, I needed another one." He reaches over and kisses you on the forehead.

He opens the second present, more slowly this time, and pulls it out carefully. His face immediately droops when seeing that it's socks. He puts on a happy face and says, "great, I love it." With as much enthusiasm as he can muster.

You let out a chuckle, even though you feel guilty for making Bucky feel bad. "I'm just kidding Baby, close your eyes and I'll have your real present in a minute."

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief, and he immediately looks guilty the second after.

"C'mon baby, did you think I would play you like that?" You respond with a small chuckle. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes," you exclaim as you lean down to kiss him on the cheek.

After you leave the apartment, you pretend to stomp down the hallway, when in reality all you’re doing is going next door. You carefully knock on the door, and Cynthia opens it up almost immediately.

"Hi, is he doing alright?" You ask with genuine concern.

"Oh lovely, you're very lucky to have him, he's sweet as sugar. My cat, Vera, has taken a liking to him, perhaps you could bring him over some time for a play date?" Even though you had never heard of a cat play date, you were open to the idea.

"Sounds great!" You reply with a smile.

"Splendid, I'll go get him now." She walks back into her apartment only to shortly return with the crate.

She hands you Alpine, and you quickly respond with: "Thank you so much, Cynthia, have a great day!" She then smiles and closes the door.

You walk the few feet back to your apartment, and you open it to a crack. "Hey baby, could you close your eyes for a minute?" Bucky doesn't say anything, and just simply puts a hand over his eyes.

As you open the door, Alpine lets out a meow. You frantically look over at Bucky, but he’s none the wiser.

Once you're fully inside and have the door closed, you set the crate on the ground and open the latch, pulling Alpine out. 

"Keep 'em closed, and let your arms out." Bucky does as you told him to, and you gently place Alpine in his arms.

"You can open them now."

Bucky looks down at the white ball of fur that he's holding, and a smile immediately erupts on his face. "Is it-"

"Yeah, baby, it is." A grin spreads on your features.

Bucky doesn't say anything, just carefully plays with Alpine. He turns him to face him and smiles even more when he sees his cute little whiskers. He begins to talk baby talk to Alpine, and you can't help but giggle at this adorable display.

"His name is Alpine." Bucky looks up at you, and then back at Alpine.

"Well isn't that the perfect name for the perfect cat." He exclaims with the biggest smile you've ever seen him wear. 

He reaches towards you and pulls you closer towards him. You move from facing him, to sitting next to him, and he wraps his human arm around you.

"I love you, sweetheart." He says as he kisses you on the forehead. 

You smile and respond with, "And I love you." As you move your lips towards him to give him a kiss, which he eagerly returns.

After you finish your sweet embrace he turns down to look at the white cat that had cuddled himself into Bucky's arm. "And I love you too, Alpine."

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[lennox-levin-little-lilith-did]

Hello people who follow me

For people who haven’t been following my blog all that much, I have Dissociative Identity Disoder, more commonly known as Spilt Personality, or Multiple Personality Disoder (which it’s no longer called this, the shortened version is DID)

DID is a disordercharacterized by the presence of two or more distinct personality states. A reaction to trauma as a way to help a person avoid bad memories.

Symptoms are;

Behavioral: impulsivity, self-destructive behavior, or self-harm (check, check, and check)

Mood: anxiety, feeling detached from self, or mood swings (check, check, and check)

Psychological: altered consciousness, depression, or flashback (check, check, and check)

Also common: amnesia or blackout (huge check)

Let’s start this my early childhood-

I never had a dad, he was in and out of my life constantly. So I was always looking for a father figure.

It didn’t help my mom was hopping from man to man at the time.

However I had one man in my life that never left and loved me like his own. That man was my uncle. I loved him so much, I still do, but by no means was he a good role model. He was in to drugs, never took his medication, and I think was in a gang (that if he hung out with some really bad people). One memory I have of him is him letting me help him make a roll (weed roll) when I was three or four.

I had a been diagnosed with ADHD by the time I was five. It was severe when I was younger, I couldn’t sit still or focus on anything, including school.

Anyways, one day, I come home from school, like any other day. I was happy because my grandmother had picked me up and said she would be staying with me for a while. (Mind you, this is what I’ve been told, I have zero recollection of this month). I come home to strange people and cars around my home, but I go about my greetings as usual. My mom had a boyfriend at this point, his name was Angel, he was nice (we’ll get back to him later). I was told to stay in my room with my kitten, Ella (yes the same cat I talk about to this day) and my dog, Sassy. My grandmother would come in to make I was okay, which I was. The next day was even weirder, a lady in a police uniform watched me get dressed for the day. My teachers treated me differently and I had to leave school early. I was confused, I also hadn’t seen my uncle in two days without communication. I was asked multiple questions about my uncle and I answered them honestly. I later learned that he had buried a woman’s body, had he killed her or not is a mystery as there was someone else with him that day he buried her.

My uncle had schizophrenia, and he had just revealed to me that he had an episode when everything was happening and he was off his meds.

We had moved in December of that year due to people screaming slurs at me whenever I went outside. I don’t remember this, again I have no recollection of that month.

I developed severe emotional issues, including bottling things up and exploding in violent outburst. My ADHD made it hard to focus on schoolwork, specifically reading. I alway spaced out while reading, and heard a small distracting voice, telling me to play with my stuffed animals or watch TV (I didn’t tell my mom this and I still haven’t). My mom didn’t understand why I was like this. She thought I was acting out for attention. So first through third grade I suffered and started to hate school. I started to hate my classmates. So I started to let that little voice speak for me. Eventually I started blacking out during school.

I didn’t know this wasn’t normal.

I didn’t know that when my mom asked what did I do at school, she thought I just didn’t want to talk about school.

Time skip to sixth grade (the worst year of my entire life)-

I was eleven at the time. I had friends, I was a social butterfly. Yeah, sure I had people I didn’t like, but I didn’t let them effect me.

Until November 29, 2016 (yes I remember the exact date)

The weekend before I had slept over at my bestie’s house, then I went home because I had 4-H on Sunday. I got my phone taken away Sunday night because my ‘friend’ wouldn’t stop texting me. I saw on my google docs I had a new document, shared with my teachers. It was nice, complimenting them on their teaching skills. But I didn’t write it. It wasn’t my typing style.

I went to school on Monday like any other day, happy and cheerful. Around second period, I got called to the office. I was asked if I wrote the doc that was under my email. I said yes because it was nice, I didn’t think anything was wrong with it.

Boy, was I wrong... (holy shit I’m about to cry writing this)

I got called down a second time, this time my principal was saying I hacked into others school accounts and wrote a threatening letter on google docs under another student’s account. I started to deny that I wrote anything, that I thought the doc was written on a spur of the moment.

The third time I was called down, it was with my best friend, Angie. We both didn’t know what was going on and denied any and all accusations.

The fourth and final time I was called down was at the end of the day... my teachers were there. They wouldn’t listen... they didn’t care what I said... I was a sweet girl with dreams and passions. I loved my teachers with all my heart... it didn’t matter to them. Nothing mattered to them (here come the waterworks).

I said I did it to protect my friends from getting in trouble...

In the end, I got three days of in school suspension and a beating from my mom that I don’t remember.

The first day, they forgot I was there. I was in a little white room, with a chair and a desk. The social worker came in and asked me if I had really done it. I had a good relationship with her, I really liked her... I shouldn’t have trusted her.

The second day... the second day, the principal, vice principal, and social worker of the school came into the room and I was confused. Then the screaming started... the banging on the desk. They thought on Monday I had written another doc to my teachers, saying they didn’t scare me and they could go fuck themselves and I changed a student’s pfp to a bloody knife.

Then the principal came around behind me, still screaming her head off, and slammed her hands down on my shoulders and squeezed, hard, resulting in bruises later that day. After that, the little voice took over and started crying. Sobbing for them to leave us alone. They walked out leaving a broken child in their wake.

I had curled up under the desk and continued to cried, repeatedly saying, “I want to die, I don’t deserve to live...” the social worker came back in and tried to calm me down, but I looked at her and said I wanted to die. This was the first time of so many, that I had a suicidal thought.

211 services were called and I told them I felt bad about everything I’ve ever done, continuing the lie I’ve been dragged into. I can’t tell the truth... They wouldn’t believe me anyways... I had thought. I went home and stayed home for the rest of the week. That night I walked into my kitchen and opened my knife drawer and pulled out the biggest knife, mind completely blank. I gently slid it against my wrist, thinking about cutting. I didn’t. I put the knife away and went back to my room, empty. I felt lost, and like I was drowning.

A third voice slowly developed. It was a boy this time, he was sad and hated talking to others (I’ll get to my second voice development in a bit). He took over during school, all though I could think on my own and speak, he had main control. I had a mental breakdown later that week after my class had been too loud, I told my music teacher it was because I had sensitive hearing (which was part of the reason). I stayed hidden during recess, and I sat in the back of the lunchroom with people I didn’t like or know. My outbursts only got more violent and more frequent, to the point where I would push my mom and stepdad (remember Angel, yeah him), resulting in more beatings from my mom.

My aunt got a lawyer to extinguish the suspension from my permanent record. The lawyer didn’t want to help all that much because he thought I was hiding something, which I was, but I refused to tell. The suspension was extinguished and I was allowed to use the school computers again.

I went to a new school the next year and transferred to where I’m located now...

First-seventh grade (the second voice’s development)-

My stepdad (Angel) was nice the first year my mom dated him. Then everything started to change. He started coming home drunk. After my little brother was born, things only got worse (and no, I don’t blame my brother for the change, it was envitable). He started getting angry at my mom, and at me. He started calling me a bitch, a little shit, a mistake.

I started to have out of body experiences, whenever I violent towards him. Pushing him, slapping him, punching him, scratching him. One time he slapped my mom and my mom’s therapist called DCF on her. I’ve been told I had walked into the kitchen right when he slapped her. However I don’t remember, I just remember the feeling of uncontrollable rage spreading through my body.

I don’t remember there being a voice in the beginning, I remember being one place or doing one thing, get angry, and suddenly being somewhere else. Especially when Angel started calling me names.

Another time, right after my mom had carpal tunnel surgery, he left suddenly. I was in the basement reading and playing with my bunny at the time. I came back up when my mom started screaming for me. The front door was left wide open and my brother left in the living room. We had Max and Ella, it was the summer of 2016. My mom was hysterical, screaming at me, saying it was my fault he left, that everything was my fault. I left the house and stayed with my neighbors for an hour, waiting for my mom to calm down. I went back and was sent straight to my room. I remember being angry, so mad at myself for no reason. I hated myself. I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression the next year.

There’s a shit ton of stories I could tell about Angel getting drunk or leaving the house and coming back drunk. I won’t. I’m not here to tell a sob story, I never will ask for pity. I’m telling you how small things to certain people can be huge to another. My mom didn’t think it affected my all that much, my therapists thought I didn’t need intense therapy despite everything. All because I didn’t know that hearing voices other than your own wasn’t normal.

I started looking up depression and anxiety to help manage it better, and stumbled upon an article about schizophrenia. I looked more into it and found out about DID when I was thirteen, two years ago. However I still didn’t tell anyone... I was scared.

I was a freak

I was unnatural

I had three voices, three other people, inside of me. They wanted control, they wanted a voice too. They became unbearable, and when I started high school, I broke.

I tried to kill myself. I started starving myself the previous school year and started cutting over that summer... I finally told someone about the voices but no one believed me, and still no does. They think I’m lying...

So I’m not diagnosed, but I know I have DID.

Who’s who-

Little was voice one- she’s a little, under the age of ten. Little isn’t her real name but I don’t want her name out there on the internet where people can manipulate her. She has ADHD and is incredibly hyper. This body doesn’t get much rest, so after someone else fronts, we usually have to sleep. She’s also a trauma holder, knowing what happened that month blackout. She has no interest in people romantically (obviously, she’s a child)

Lilith is angry blackout/voice two- she’s ageless, a prosecutor, and a secret keeper. She’s a trauma holder to the verbal and physical abuse I suffered when I was younger, really up until last year I was verbally abused by my mom. She has anger issues and severe mood swings. She rarely fronts, but when she does, Levi or I have to co-con with her so she doesn’t murder someone. She’s angry and is always aggressive towards me and Little. She leaves Levs out of her aggression though. Lilith is bisexual (no, not pan like I identify).

Levin/Levi/Lev(he goes by all of them however I prefer calling him Levi)- he has insomnia and major social anxiety. (Also is co-conscious with me rn) He’s apathetic and very neutral when it comes to opinions, but he’s humorous and super sarcastic when he’s comfortable. He’s a gatekeeper and he’s 18. He as food related anxiety, but no major eating disorders. He’s has no sexual desires, but is romantically attracted to girls.

Lennox(the writer of this)- they age with the body, so 15, and host/often front. They have social anxiety, depression, body dysmorphia, and is the first alter, or first recognized alter. They are nonbinary and pansexual.

I’m going to start labeling who your talking to, or who’s out at the time, like this

-Lennox (Kay?)

Thank you for reading!

I’mma tag some people I think should see this-

@one-pissed-off-child @madame-ree @queenzie-xo @anon-nom-nom95 @liveto-100 @aleiakit @gogetyoselfsomesoup @nadia-saaaaan @mai-ki-000 @martinidrinkingmartin @scalybunnypapi69 @pumpkineiji @cristinaweeb @pikaweebo @siyarduous-lazyaf @reijishiki

And to lighten my mood and for giggles-

POWER WALK BEFORE YOUR LATE ZUZU!!!

🤣🤣🤣🤣

[goldandbluesmiles]

Little Stray

Summary: Selina finds Jacie stealing the Batmobile’s tires.

Ao3

XXX

Jacie is almost done taking off the last of the Batmobile's tires when someone gently poked her back. She instantly whipped around, lashing out with the tire iron in hand.

The figure easily avoided the jab, moving away with a light laugh. Only then did Jacie get a good look at the woman.

Skintight suit. Goggles. Black leather.

Catwoman.

Jacie sighed and put the tire iron down.

There was no point in running, really. Catwoman was known to be quicky, she would catch her. And it wasn't as if, Jacie was in danger with her. At best, she would walk her to a shelter, from where Jacie would escape. At worst, she would take the tires for herself.

"What a brave little thief, huh?"

Jacie scoffed, "Like you got place to talk, Cat,"

Catwoman let out a startled laugh making Jacie frowned.

"What?" she asked her

"Oh nothing, Kitten," said Catwoman, "You just reminded me of someone I know,"

"Who?" she asked, "And why are ya callin' me Kitten?"

Catwoman smiled and ignored her, instead, asking her own question.

"Do you have somewhere to go, Kiddo?"

"Don't ya worry 'bout me," she said, "I look af'er myself,"

"I bet you do, Kid," said Catwoman, "How about this, come with me. I cooked some Pasta today. We can eat some and then we can talk,"

Jacie hesitated. She didn't wanna end up going to shelter or something but she was hungry and Catwoman was from Crime Alley. She would probably understand.

"Okay," she conceded, "Guess I gotta put the tires back,"

"Oh hell no, Kid," said the older woman, "We're bringing those with us,"

Jacie's eyes widened, "You're gonna try'n sell them? But I stole them,"

Catwoman snorted, "You got caught stealing them, Kid, and trust me you do not wanna get caught with those. He tracks his parts,"

"Oh," said Jacie, "Then why do ya wanna take them,"

Catwoman winked at her, "You'll see,"

xxx

Catwoman's apartment was just outside of Crime Alley. It was a nicer area than the one Jacie had lived in but still held the same feel like many of the Crime Alley parts.

The apartment itself was a simple two-bedroom with a bathroom and connected dining and kitchen, a door also opened to a balcony. Jacie gingerly sat down on the couch as Catwoman pulled off her costume, revealing a petite dark-haired woman.

"Alright, Kiddo. Put the tires behind the couch. I'm gonna warm the pasta," said Catwoman, "Also, you can call me Selina,"

Jacie quickly did as she was told, still not understanding what was going on but trusting Selina. The working girls Jacie had met had always spoken highly of her, saying she helped them with their rent and to fight off any fucked Johns.

By the time she was done hauling the last of the tires, Selina was standing by the couch, two steaming plates in hand.

The smell made Jacie's stomach growl.

They ate in silence, Jacie basically shovelling the stuff down her throat.

It had been too long since she had eaten a proper meal.

"So," said Selina, Once they were done, "Parents?"

"None available" muttered Jacie

"Okay," said Selina, "Place to stay?"

"Streets," she answered, looking to see if there was any judgement

There was none.

"Would be open to staying at a shelter, I know a couple that doesn't call social services,"

"Isn't that not allowed?" asked Jacie

Selina shrugged, "There's a lot of stuff in Crime Alley that's not allowed, Kid. Anyhow, the bat protects that one personally so no one touches it. Not even the cops,"

That was cool. Jacie wondered why she hadn't heard of it before. She asked Selina that much.

Selina sighed, "They're still kinda new and kids don't trust easily you know. I'm hoping we can spread the word to the kids around,"

"Good luck with that," murmured Jacie. Crime Alley's kids were a particular kind of untrusting. With good reason.

Selina let out a chuckle, "Yeah. Good point there,"

"Is the shelter my only choice?" asked Jacie, after a few moments of silence

Selina hesitated, "I don't know what else to do, Kiddo. The only other option is social services and if you had a good relationship with them, you wouldn't be on the streets,"

"Yeah," she murmured

"Look, there are a few other options. There are some legit foster parents that are great. A couple of houses for girls but those take time. We can talk more about it tomorrow, I can make the other room for you and you can stay the night,"

"Stay the night?" asked Jacie

"Yeah," said Selina, "But only if you feel safe here. I won't force anything, Kiddo,"

Jacie thought about it. Selina had been nice, had given her food and she was well known in Crime Alley to be a trustworthy figure. She hadn't hurt Jacie yet and it had been a long time since Jacie had slept anywhere but cold pavement.

"Yeah," she murmured, "I'll stay. Just for the night though,"

"Alright, Kiddo," said Selina, "Come on,"

Jacie followed Selina into the second room where there was a twin bed, a small nightstand, a shelf and a desk. The curtains were dark and there was a soft light coming from the lamp in the corner.

"It's not much," she said, "But here it is. I'm gonna grab you something to change in and you can clean up in the bathroom. Put your stuff anywhere you want,"

"Okay," said Jacie, going into the room and putting her bag down by the bed. She tried to around but here wasn't much. Selina eventually brought her an old nightgown and spare toothbrush.

She took them gratefully and headed toward the bathroom to clean up and change. Once she was done, she headed out and see that Selina was waiting in her room.

"Good?" asked the other woman

Jacie nodded.

"Great," said Selina, "Sleep tight, okay. If you need anything I'll either be in my room or the living room. Come and get me, okay?"

Jacie nodded again, "Okay,"

Selina gave her one last soft smile and headed out of the room.

Jacie quickly slipped under the covers, her eyes starting to fall shut as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Some immeasurable time later, she was woken up by the same instinct that had saved her life many times on the streets.

Something was wrong.

Quietly she slipped out of bed and made her way down the hall and stopped right before getting to the living room. Carefully pasting herself to the wall, she peeked around and nearly jumped out of her skin.

There was a dark figure standing in the living room.

"Cat," the voice growled

It was one then that Jacie noticed Selina there, nearly taken up by the figure's shadow.

"Bat," said Selina

Oh.

Oh no.

The tires!

Would Batman be pissed, take it out on Selina?

What should she do?

She didn't have to think too much about it because the Batman tilted his head and hummed.

"I see you have a guest, Cat,"

"Yup,"

Jacie stood frozen in place.

"And I'm guessing they took the tires,"

"Yup,"

Oh god, was Selina gonna turn her into the Bat? Were they friends?

Jacie could feel the panic rising inside of her but she was surprised when the Batman just laughed.

"Brave little thing then," said Batman, he turned a little so he was facing her hiding spot, "Don't worry. You're not in trouble. I just wanted to make sure the tires weren't anywhere...uh troublesome. There's some high-tech stuff in there,"

"You can come out, Kitten," called out Selina

Jacie slowly came out and came to stand just behind the older woman. from there, Batman looked even more intimidating, standing like six feet tall with broad shoulders and heavy armour. Not to mention, the creepy slit eyes.

Selina didn't seem to be afraid though. It made Jacie feel better about facing the man.

Batman tilted his head, "So you took my tires, huh?"

"Yeah," she said, standing just a bit taller, "You shouldn't've left it parked there if you didn't want 'em taken, ya big boob,"

Batman let out a laugh and Jacie felt a little bit of pride at making the man laugh. The smile Selina gave her also helped.

"Well," said the Bat, "I'm going to have to take them off your hands, unfortunately,"

"Figured," muttered Jacie

"You can go back to sleep, now Kitten," said Selina, "Everything's okay here,"

Jacie know a dismissal when she heard one so she nodded and quickly made her way back in the hall. She thought of hiding again but thought against it. They would know she was there.

So she made her way back to the room and slipped into bed again.

This time, falling asleep was a little harder.

xxx

"So," said Bruce, "Kitten, huh? I thought the only strays you took in were of the feline variety,"

"I'm not taking her in Bat!," said Selina, "She just...she had nowhere to go. I'm just keeping her here until I can get her somewhere else,"

Batman's expression seemed to soften a little.

"That's great, Sel," he said, "You know, you can use my resources if you need them,"

"Yeah," she murmured, "Thanks Bats,"

"No problem," he said, "I should get going,"

"Yeah," she murmured, "Need any help with the tires,"

"No," he said "Robin and Batgirl are on the roof,"

"Alright then," she said as he hauled all three tires to the balcony, "Bye Bat,"

"Bye Cat,"

xxx

Jacie was still wide awake when Selina knocked on her door.

"Hey, Kiddo," she said, "It's me. Can I come in?"

"Your place," she called out

Selina slipped inside, "You can tell me to stay out you know. It's my place but you're staying here,"

Jacie shrugged and sat up, "It's fine,"

Selina smiled and pulled the desk chair close to the bed.

"I'm sorry if Batman surprised you," she said

"It's fine," said Jacie, and then after a little hesitation, "Are you guys friends?"

Selina smiled at her, "We have an understanding. Batman does not really care much about non-violent crime as long as it doesn't harm anyone in the long run,"

"And that means?"

"Meaning," said Selina, "That he might have a problem if I stole say, weapons plans and sold them to the black market but he doesn't really care of I swipe some jewels. Especially if they don't belong to the people to begin with,"

"Huh," said Jacie, "Lizzie was right,"

"About?"

"Ye'r like Robin Hood,"

Selina laughed, "I'm not so sure about that, Kiddo,"

They sat like that for a few moments until Selina stood up.

"Just remember, you're safe here," said Selina,

"Okay," said Jacie. For some reason, she still believed her.

"Sleep tight,"

"'Night," murmured Jacie, already feeling asleep again.

She thought she heard Selina answer her.

xxx

Six months later, Batman watched as Selina came out of the Gotham museum, craftily making it past any alarms.

That itself wasn't a surprise.

The surprise was the small figure next to her.

A familiar figure at that.

Jacie Todd.

Well, at least he knew what happened with that.

"Are we gonna do something?" asked Batgirl

"Not today," murmured Batman, "Let's go,"

Robin and Batgirl nodded and took out their grapple guns.

Batman followed suit, throwing one last glance back at retreating figures.

He sighed and shook his head. So Selina had a little sidekick.

Well, it wasn't as if he could judge.

[brachylagus-fandom]

12 Days of WIPmas - Day 4

Honor Harrington, the one where there are treecats on Haven

With fic excerpts this time!

Okay, so this is not an AU where treecats are native to Haven; they’re still to Sphinx.

Long ago, back when there were still normal diplomatic relations between Manticore and Grayson, there were ambassadors.

And one of those ambassadors got adopted.

And that treecat made a bunch of baby treecats.

So now there’s a bunch of treecats living in Napoleon Park, which we are going to pretend is a chunk of protected woodland large enough to sustain a treecat colony for the purposes of this fic.

Let’s call them the Fast Falls Clan

This also technically originated as a tangent of an AU where the treecat-snatching plot in the Star Kindgom prequels was successful and a Havenite ship stumbles upon (part of) what the SFS has termed the Lost Colony, but I’m not writing that right now!

Suffice to say, it makes for a great Harrington Family Vacation (including Harrington Cousin In the SFS).

Being adopted is still a huge honor, but Legislaturists also try to capture them as a status symbol.

You can technically declaw a treecat, but like with normal cats, it’s not great for them. (But it does save your fancy Legislaturist furniture.)

So far, I have three adoptees: Theisman, Foraker, and (sorta) Pritchart

Theisman:

With bonus Tourville backstory, oops

Makes Honor trust him more initially, also ideally the “Dreams of Peace“ reveal happens right after treecat sign is developed (while they’re still at war).

When he entered Napoleon Park as part of his Naval survival training, Thomas Theisman wasn't expecting to see a treecat, let alone bond with one. But, as soon as he had found a nice, dry spot to spend the night, Jeanne was there, perched nobly on top of his pop-up tent. The second he laid eyes on her, the moment her startlingly green eyes flicked up to meet his, the instant she began to purr in recognition, Theisman knew they were bonded; he was hers and she was his.

Then, in attempting to leap off the tent, she brought it down, and Theisman thought, this is going to ground me planetside forever, isn't it.

It wasn't that the Havenite navy didn't have a protocol for servicemembers with treecats; it had happened a handful of times over the years, mostly through trapping. It was just that that policy was "give treecat to a good Legislaturist owner"; if (when, in the case of most adoption bonds) that failed, the human was drummed out of the military or sent to a nice, safe, dull, unrewarding posting like Pegasus or Tambourin or, if Theisman was really lucky, Gaston, where there were still insurgents, scattered in asteroid belts and in remote parts of the system's inhabited planets, fighting a war lost before he was even born.

(Theisman was not lucky; he did not help Lester Tourville crush a revolt on Vedastus, the most populous planet of the Gaston system. He did not smell burning flesh and taste blood and watch as nine marines - nine kids, half of them barely sixteen and none of them even twenty-one - were executed for refusing to destroy a hospital. He did not see Lester Tourville break down and rebuild himself behind an outrageous facade. Instead, Theisman was sent to Barnett to manage DuQuesne Base's traffic and combat readiness and, sporadically, participate in some simulation exercises. Not nearly as boring as doing the Navy recruitment pitches and serving as some Legislaturist's aide back on Haven, but still dreadfully safe. At least, safe until Barnett became a staging ground for the invasion of Trevor's Star and Theisman gained enough combat experience to be assigned to convoys in Silesia like a proper midshipman.)

Foraker:

In this one, Shannon’s from the Refuge System because Trauma and I think it’d be interesting to have the Havenite characters not all be from one of the many planets in the republic.

This also makes the stuff in In Enemy Hands more personal and less conjecture (and means that Nimitz’s lack of telepathy is discovered much sooner).

Shannon Foraker had often been told that she was lucky. She was lucky to have been born on Sanctuary less than two years before The Expedition arrived, young enough to be recruited to the Cultural Adjustment Program once the Treaty of Incorporation was signed. She was lucky to have been given the gifts of a proper Dolist education on Haven itself - a far cry from whatever schooling her inegalitarian and isolated home planet could have cobbled together - and a career in the Navy and a promise of citizenship after ten years' service and everything else the Program had given her, and she was lucky to have been invited to Mrs. Harris' commencement party. It was a privilege granted to precious few ensigns every year, most from well-known Legislaturist families, and a girl with nothing from nowhere must be very lucky indeed.

(Not that Shannon considered herself very lucky; the other invitees were some of the same people who had yanked her pigtails and had stolen her scrounged circuit parts and still said "you're so lucky" the second words came out of her stupid mouth in her stupid Refuge accent and had ripped her last picture of Mom to shreds and had shot at the wall behind her just to make her jump and-)

Shannon Foraker was very lucky to attend Mrs. Harris' party, to sip the only drink she knew hadn't been tampered with and make awkward small talk with people who sneered at every accent that wasn't Haven Standard and pet Mrs. Harris' treecat and get told that she was very lucky. She was very lucky because, an hour before it would be acceptable for her to leave, a gray-and-cream blur leaped over the stair railing. Shannon felt something warm pool in her gut as the second 'cat landed neatly on six feet and then bounded towards her; before she could blink, he had leaped onto her lap and was purring against her cheek. Cat, the treecat that had been downstairs to begin with, looked mildly offended, so Shannon set her drink down and swept a hand between his ears as she cradled the other to her chest.

"Deux!" Mrs. Harris shrieked. "There are guests here! Here, Fourrier-"

"Foraker-" Shannon whispered into Deux' ear. (She was very lucky Mrs. Harris had gotten the first sound right; half a dozen teachers had told her that to ask for more would be ungrateful.)

"-Let Mrs. Capet take the mongrel back to where he's supposed to be." As the maid grew closer, Deux rose up on his back legs and hissed at her, then laid himself around Shannon's shoulders like a blanket when she backed off. Cat jumped off the couch with a disdainful sniff and stalked off to find someone else to pet him as Deux purred into Shannon's neck, his solid, warm weight the closest thing she'd had to a hug in years. She closed her eyes, hoping to forget Mrs. Harris' indignation, forget the party, forget everything that had happened to her in the last decade, forget that she wasn't at home with Mom, forget…

"Did Shannie just get adopted?" Her fellow ensigns gathered to gawk at her and the treecat on her shoulders, elbowing each other to get closer even as Deux hissed at them.

"Cool!"

"No way she got adopted! I bet that 'cat lets anyone pet - motherf-"

"You're so lucky, Forester!"

And as she left with Deux in her arms, Shannon felt that she was.

Pritchart/Glory to the People’s Republic

Obviously, if treecats are a status symbol, the Hereditary President needs one. Glory is the last of a long line of cats with that name.

This particular Glory is all black, a rare trait in treecats and probably also a sign of the bottlenecked gene pool of the Fast Falls clan, and has survived longer than any of the others of his name. He was captured as a kitten, and his teeth were filed down and claws removed to shape him for the role.

It turns out that when removed of their natural weapons, ‘cats get inventive with how they try to maim owners they dislike. Harris wears an eyepatch, and when Glory makes an appearance, he is always drugged.

Glory’s probably from the same litter Mrs. Harris’ Cat is from, which explains how the latter is so well-socialized.

Just after Glory reaches adulthood, the Harris assassination occurs, and he disappears from official newscasts. There are rumors, though, of a pitch-black ‘cat brought out at Committee Parties, rarely awake and barely touchable when it is.

When Theisman shoots Saint-Just in his office, he finds a cage beneath the desk full of a snarling, spitting thing more fur than animal. He gives it e-rats and opens the cage; in gratitude, Glory doesn’t claw Theisman’s eyes out.

No one sees the treecat again for another two weeks, when Pritchart wakes up from an unplanned nap to see him, slightly less ragged, staring at her with bright green eyes. He rapidly scampers off.

Some days, he naps in the sunbeam of Pritchart’s office, and recieves only the skritches and celery he desires. Things are good.