#TIS A REPOST SORRY the format was bothering me

[guiiay]

denji vs. the racism devil

[outlawedmando]

PAUSE & PAWS?

pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x reader

warnings: aemond is a warning himself ok

summary: leviathan, your beloved cat is always putting her paws where she shouldn’t be.

a/n: i am obsessed with this silver long-haired boy. also that sapphire eye does something to me…am i right??

also! would really appreciate reblogs + comments!!

word count: 900+

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The wild wind howled as you made your way inside the apartment block. Straight towards the elevator, the button pressed and resounding ding encompassed the space. It was a desolate sort of silence. Standing in all your lonesome with only the generic elevator music playing in the background. What was only a couple of seconds felt like a never-ending tunnel, caging you in its depths. 

DING!

You sighed. You began to make your journey towards your apartment. Your keys jingle by your side as the door unlocks, letting in the warmth of your home to comfort you. Yet, there wasn’t a welcoming home like you expected.

“Levi? Here, girl!” You entered your space, tore your boots off and unwrapped your scarf. You hung your coat near the door, making your way deeper into your home, “Levi…Levi?”

The apartment held no life, no living creature. She must have escaped. Oh, Levi. What am I going to do with you? You checked the empty apartment for any sign of evidence. Nothing. Levi didn’t leave anything in her disappearance. What was supposed to be a calm evening filled with relaxation turned into the opposite. It was time to backtrack, boots put back on as the door shut behind you, and the lock clicked in place.

You hurried across the hall to Mr Salinger’s. He was an old man, lonely but he always asked about your day when passing by the mailboxes in the mornings. With two quick knocks and a moment of silence, Mr Salinger opened the door in his tired state.

"Sorry to bother you, Sal. But, is Levi here with you?"

"No, she is not." He opened the door wider, more inviting than when he first answered.

"Shit," your hands fidgeted all over your face, sliding down until they met the curve of your neck. "Okay, thanks for letting me know."

"I'll be on the lookout for you, dear. Don't you worry."

"Thanks, Sal."

The door shut. You sighed and continued. You walked across to the apartment next to Mr Salinger's. You knew someone lived there, but never saw who he was, it was obvious that a man lived in apartment 409. There was a significant memory of a man arguing outside his door once. He seemed to be drunk off his face spewing nonsense about not wanting to take over the family business.

You braced for impact as soon your knuckles met the wooden exterior. Looking down at your feet; tapping one foot with the other. Hearing a soft "hmm" made your head shoot up like a pin rod as you finally gazed at this stranger of a man. 

He was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Terrifying in the way that his entire being would make you fall to the ground for him. His dead-straight hair fell gently against his body, all white in its glory. A stark contrast to his full black outfit, a structured fit that hugged his body in all the right places. However, your gaze lifted to his eyes and how one was covered with a loved but worn eyepatch. You bit your lip as you continued to admire him, eyebrows furrowing at this man.

He coughed. Your keen observation of him was broken. His lithe voice continued, "Hmm...402, never knew I held such sentiments from you."

"You know my number?"

"What? are you suggesting that I am stalking you?" he tilted his head, "I am merely observing my surroundings."

"I..."

"Didn't know I could make a woman so tongue-tied."

You glowered. "Do you happen to know where my cat Levi is? She decided to leave home and now I cannot seem to find her."

"What would I get if I help you find her?"

"A pat on the back."

He leaned against the door, "Hmm..."

"Well, 409. Thanks for your ever-gracious self and help."

"It's Aemond."

"What?"

"I don't like that you referred to me as a number. I am a human being too."

"You called me 402."

"Yes, because I don't know your name. Unless, you want me to call you, Spitfire."

"Don't you dare!"

"Spitfire, I do quite like that name."

After shouting out your name to Aemond, he started chuckling. He opened his door further and a black cat came into view relaxing on his armchair, "Is this your Levi?"

"You could have just led with that. That you had my precious Leviathan!"

"How was I supposed to know you won't cat-nap someone else's cat?"

You rushed into Aemond's apartment straight towards Levi. Levi cuddled in layers of blankets draped over his emerald green armchair. Levi purred contently. "What did you give her? She doesn't like most people."

"Nothing," he smirked, "you jealous?"

"Pfft, please."

"I am waiting for my reward. I helped you find your Levi. I wonder what I am going to get?"

"You'll be getting a slap."

"Ohh, Spitfire. I just met you."

"Not like that, you pervert."

The candles in Aemond's living room started flickering. A warm golden shadow passed onto the wall creating an even cosier environment.

"Well..." You scooped up Levi into your arms as she purred contently once again, head burrowing into your neck.

"I'm waiting for my reward, Spitfire."

"Not in a million years, Aemond."

You looked back at him and thanked him quietly for taking care of her in the time that she disappeared from your home. Aemond shook his head and said, "you think me of a monster, don't you?"

"No. I do not," you whispered. "How about I treat you to coffee...or tea? I don't know what you prefer. You know, as your reward for helping me..."

"I'll take you up on that offer, Spitfire."

[dnangelic]

A quick and dirty RP policy guide

Bold all that apply to you and your blog. Italics if you’re on the fence about something. Either reblog or repost. Feel free to add anything I may have missed in the appropriate category, or recategorize something that is in the wrong place!

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[miekasa]

random boyfriend eren hcs (modern/college au)

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern/college au, himbo eren supremacy as per usual, but can you imagine eren, armin, and jean living together in one house bye

↯ notes: this is me once again trying out this headcanon format, also because i have lots of thoughts about eren (being normal) and going to college lmao

↯ more notes: sorry i have to repost this again tumblr is being dumb ://

Not a frat boy, but definitely lives by the mantra “work hard, party harder.”

Likes going out to frat parties and keggers first year, but calms down as time goes on. Sophomore year is more house parties and occasionally going downtown to clubs. By the time junior year rolls around tho, he and Jean are thee party hosts. Homecoming, Halloween, Pre-Thanksgiving break, you name it, those two have a reason to throw a party for it

But party doesn’t always mean absolute rager. Sometimes it’s just drinking with your friends, playing pong, and absolutely crushing Jean at uno. 

At parties with lots of other people, Eren really doesn’t let people fuck around with you, or any of his friends really. Once almost got into a fight because he watched a guy out his hands on yours and Mikasa’s waists to “move around you.” As if. 

Wears his key necklace around all the time, obviously. So he gives you a necklace with a lock on it, with both of your initials engraved on the back. 

Nobody really notices it at first, since the chains are long and the necklaces are you usually tucked inside your shirts. But one day, ever the observant one, Armin catches a glimpse of yours resting on top of your shirt. Cue squinted eyes looking back and forth between you and Eren before—eureka! “You and Eren have matching necklaces!!!”

Plays sports, not for a scholarship but just for fun. Gets very pouty when you can’t make it to his games; and gets extra pouty if you show up, but you’re not wearing his jersey.

On the flip side, gets very giddy when he sees you in the stands with his jersey on and very ostentatiously scoops you up into a hug after the game is over.

Literally does not know where the library is until you show it to him. Any of them. Help him.

The worst person to study with if he doesn’t have any actual work to do. Will bother you and prefer to gossip than to let you do your work in peace. If you need an actual study buddy, you should try Mikasa.

Drunkenly hits on you a lot. Scratch that, he hits on you regardless, drunk or sober, despite the fact that you’re literally dating him already.

Literally reserves at least two nights of the week to have dinner with Armin bye and you couldn’t even interrupt them if you tried.

Waits for you outside of your classroom if you’ve had an important presentation or something. Not always with anything cheesy or loud, but just to be able to cheer you on and congratulate you after.

Hates the act of going grocery shopping, but loves going with you. Also because you force him to buy things other than Anytizers and Kraft Mac and Cheese.

Steals your hair ties and scrunchies to put his hair up. Does not fucking give them back, and denies having them, even if they’re piling up on his wrist.

Will drive you anywhere and everywhere. He is your personal Uber. Even if you don’t want him to be, he would rather die than let you get into an actual Uber—and if it’s late at night? Forget it, Eren doesn’t care if you’re 45 mins away, he’ll come get you.

After you stabbed him with your pen for drawing in your notebook (with your very pristine notes), he started leaving sticky notes inside of them instead.

They’re all super random, usually incoherent, and sometimes just drawings, and you’d never tell him, but you keep every single one.

Cuts class a lot, but not to the point where he’s failing. Just when he feels like it’s deserved, you know? Like, if he attended lecture for a class all week, he deserved to skip Friday’s lecture. As a treat.

He’s embarrassing. Endearing, but so embarrassing. Like, singing in the middle of the street embarrassing. Asking you to do a TikTok in public embarrassing. Why do you even love him.

Moves off-campus during junior year and rooms with Jean and Armin in three-bedroom house. So, he’s never actually lonely, but he’s a little crybaby and will whine to get to you to come over.

LOVES sleeping over at your place, though. Because you live with Annie and Mikasa, so your place is always clean and always smells good. Plus Mikasa and Annie are usually busy, which means you get more privacy at your place.

Mikasa honestly just starts making breakfast for Eren in the mornings when he does sleep over, and Annie is so unfazed by his presence.

Jumps at the opportunity to join in on your girls wine-night or skincare-routine night. So what if it’s him and three other girls drinking red wine with face masks on and talking about Anne Hathaway movies while playing Monopoly Deal? It leaves him pleasantly buzzed and his skin is absolutely glowing, suck his dick, Connie.

Likely doesn’t understand a thing about your major/program but listens enthusiastically when you talk about it anyways.

His lock screen is the only selfie he’s ever convinced you to take with him. (That’s okay because he has many screenshots of your snaps for safekeeping and blackmailing).

Tries to get you to exercise with him. If you’re into that, then great. If you’re not, it’s okay, he always has time to stop and take a mid-workout thirst trap to send your way. Because he’s annoying like that.

Once accidentally replied to the whole class instead of just the professor on an email asking him to be a g and bump his 89.9 to a 90. Embarrassing. (The prof did raise in the end tho, so maybe he really does have some charm to him).

Has to wear reading glasses when studying for a long time/or at his computer for a long time, and even though he doesn’t like them, you think he looks super cute in them; so he wears them more often than usual. 

Calls you asking for the most obscure school supplies/stationary. “Babe, hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare 4x8 poster board laying around now would you?” 

Mind you this is at, like, 3am, 12 hours before the poster board in question is due. 

Speaking of stationary, is an absolute little shit and steals your good pens. He’s partial to the sparkly ones, if he’s being honest. They make his notes look better, fuck you, Jean. 

“Eren, give me back my purple 0.4mm pen.” “I don’t know what that is, sorry.” “Eren, I can see it in your hand!” 

Brings you snacks while you’re studying. If you’re really trying to crack down and be serious, he won’t even bother you. Just bring the snacks, bring you water and boba, kiss your little forehead and be on his way.

Has a polaroid camera he got as a birthday gift, and uses it to sneak pictures of you whenever you’re not looking. He keeps the good ones hung up on a sponge board in his room.

He has a few.... riskier ones too, but those are for his eyes only.

Loves to pick out your nail color when you get your nails done. Honestly gets a little pouty when you don’t ask him lmaoo

Purposely leaves his clothes around so you can wear them. Isn’t subtle about it in the slightest. Sometimes leaves them with a note: “Please wear this, you’d look cute as fuck. Thank you. —Management.”

(slightly nsfw below)

Is not too proud to ask you for risqué snaps. Not necessarily full nudes, thought he doesn’t object to those.

Will literally give you hickeys out of boredom. Will pull you onto his lap and start kissing your neck because he has nothing better to do. Also because it leads to sex 7/10 times. The other 3 times, it’s because he falls asleep with his head in your neck lmaoo

Might have once fucked you with one of his lectures playing in the background, but you’ll never tell.

He really likes phone sex. He’s shit at being quiet, so he can only really do it when Jean and Armin are out of the house, but there’s something about only being able to hear your moans to get off that really does it for him.

He’s kind of goofy and absentminded sometimes, so sometimes you’ll be mid-sex and he’ll look at you like “Hey, did you finish your assignment, it’s due tomorrow right?”

And honestly, you kinda wanna be upset, but then you start thinking—“Did I finish my assignment?” And then you realize you did and nod and he’s like “Ok, cool,” kisses your forehead and resumes where you left off.

[cavalierious-whim]

Pawfully Yours (FE3H)

FE3H | Sylvix | General | Complete

Sylvain finds a cat and falls in love.

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A/N: I’m finally reposting some older stuff from my last tumblr blog. Read here on AO3 for better formatting! 

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Sylvain has always been a dog person. There’s nothing quite like cuddling with a soft and warm ball of fluff or the heavy weight that sinks into the mattress on top of the blanket as you sleep, or inevitably getting drool in your mouth when you pull them close, crying into their fur as you vent your frustrations about your shitty life into the scruff of their neck.

Sylvain has no idea what that’s like. Not one bit.

When he moved to the city, he had to leave Daisy behind. Ingrid on the surface had made it seem that she was more than aggravated to have the Golden Retriever unloaded onto her. Sylvain knows better. Ingrid’s always had a soft spot for Daisy. She’d let the girl sleep in her bed on the occasional platonic sleepover. Dorothea didn’t even have that pleasure half of the time and she was the girlfriend.

It’s led to a rather quiet life and Sylvain is still adjusting to an empty apartment in the not-so-great-but-you-might-not-get-murdered side of town.

Three months into his new home is when he notices the cat. It’s a small thing with sleek black fur. It looks too healthy to be a stray, but judging on how the creature responds to those getting close, Sylvain doesn’t think that it has an owner either. It seems too proud to slum it as a pet, walking along the dingy alleyway that Sylvain cuts through as a shortcut to work, tail swishing and held high. Proud, even.

But then again, maybe that’s just a cat thing. Sylvain doesn’t know, he’s never really given a cat much thought. He doesn’t know why he decides to pity it.

One day, Sylvain brings a can of tuna and popping the top off, he sets it down on the ground. The cat watches him carefully from ten feet away, sitting on his haunches haughtily. Warily. Carefully composed.

“For you,” says Sylvain, not sure why he even bothers to speak to it. It’s a cat. Cats don’t understand humans. Even Daisy had never understood him, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she responded to just the sound of his voice, and not the content of his words.

Still, the cat seems unimpressed, large amber eyes half-lidded as it looks from the can of fish to Sylvain. And if Sylvain doesn’t know any better, that’s what he would think a frown looks like when spread across a feline face.

Sylvain frowns right back. “Well then,” he says. “I see that I’ve wasted my time. Never again.”

He’s wrong through. Sylvain cuts through the alley every single day, a soiled apron slung over his shoulder and a takeaway cup of coffee in his hand. And sometimes, he brings the dumb little cat an old and stale pastry from the shop, because there’s no harm if they’re just going to toss the old food, right?

Sylvain doesn’t stick around to see if the cat actually eats them or enjoys it, or if it just bats the food away with a hiss. He kinda wants to pet the thing though, because it’s fur looks soft and  Sylvain’s feeling lonelier and lonelier as the weeks pass by.

Eventually, he has the crazy idea of maybe adopting the pitiful thing. It’s like any other day that he’s posted up an offering. He breaks an old cheese pastry into several pieces and tosses them onto the ground. And this time, he waits, crouched down, elbows resting on his knees.

The cat comes closer, but it seems pissed off, body stiff and tail twitching angrily. Amber eyes narrowed in suspicion. He sniffs at the pastry and then snags a small bite. Then it spits out the food, clearly not a fan.

Sylvain swallows thickly. “So like, if you want a roof over your head or something, I can bring you home.”

The cat pauses like it understands him. It’d been pawing at the pastry, playing with it when it stops, head snapping up as it looks to Sylvain. Then the cat’s mouth opens, fangs long and sharp, and it says with surprising clarity, “Fuck off.”

#

Sylvain had imagined it, that was the only explanation. It makes more sense than a cat had opened his mouth and spoke to me. Anything makes more sense than that, so Sylvain chalks it up to too many shifts at the cafe, too many hours of schoolwork, and maybe a smidge of not eating enough.

He keeps cutting through the alleyway because it’s the fastest way to work. Sylvain’s a perpetual oversleeper, the kind that sets five alarms and sleeps through all of them, only to roll out of bed with five minutes to spare.

And he can spare that five minutes if he takes the back way, no matter how dark and creepy it seems at three in the morning and on the way to his early shift.

The cat’s made himself scarce. Sylvain now knows that it’s male because of the shockingly handsome voice it carries. More proof that he’d absolutely made the entire thing up in his lonely misery.

Sylvain doesn’t expect to feel sad about the disappearance of the cat, but it’d sunk in deeper than expected. Even if the cat had seemed eternally annoyed-- as far as a cat could seem at least-- he’d been cute, and Sylvain liked bringing it treats. There’s not a lot left that makes him feel good about himself.

That morning, Sylvain pauses because he’s got a moment. The alley is dark and there’s no sign of the cat. Sylvain sighs softly and says, “I’m sorry if I offended you or something. I just thought that maybe a home would be better than an old alley.”

It seems silly to talk to a cat, but he feels a little bit better and he continues to work with a little bit more pep in his step. And later that night he leaves a pastry behind, just in case.

The cat slinks out from under the dumpster once Sylvain’s out of sight. In his wake is a tuna roll, a fluffy pastry filled with tangy fish salad. The cat likes this one, not that he’d ever admit it.

#

Sylvain rarely works the night shift, mostly because he’d rather wake up at the butt crack of dawn and get his day over with. But sometimes it’s inevitable. Sometimes a coworker just needs a shift covered and Sylvain’s a nice enough guy to agree.

And he doesn’t want to risk getting fired, even if he doesn’t think Byleth is a vindictive manager.

It’s probably a bad idea to cut through the alley at ten at night, but Sylvain’s tired and weary, and he just wants to get home. Not to mention he’s got a container of day-old tuna salad in his hand that he needs to leave the cat, otherwise it’ll just wind up rotting away in his fridge.

He opens the container and places it on the asphalt near the dumpster, waiting for just a moment as he crouches down. Just in case the cat decides to show his face. He doesn’t. Sylvain frowns and with a sigh, pulls himself back up.

There’s a shuffling behind him and he turns to look, only to be slammed against the dumpster, head cracking against the hard metal. Sylvain’s vision swims as he tries to push against his attacker, but then he stops dead. There’s a knife held close to his neck. Sylvain can feel the soft scrape of it as he swallows.

“Wallet,” the man behind him says, a hand gripped tightly around Sylvain’s arm that’s wrenched behind him. He’s stockier in his build, pinning Sylvain against the dumpster easily.

“Hey look man--” The knife digs deeper into his skin, cutting just barely. Sylvain’s not dumb enough to push the situation further. “Yeah, okay,” he says. “Back pocket. My phone’s there too, opposite side.” A pause. “You know, just in case you want that as well.”

He can’t help the cheeky reply, but his assailant doesn’t seem to hear him as he rifles through his pockets. The man pulls the wallet from Sylvain’s pocket, flipping through it.

And then there’s a shout as the man is wrestled to the ground by someone else that Sylvain can’t see. There’s a scuffle, some odd yowling, and then the distinct sound of a punch, bones crunching sickly under the hit.

Sylvain stands stock still, still pressed against the dumpster, not moving. Just in case.

“Useless, aren’t you?” Sylvain freezes at the voice, taking in the acerbic tone. “It’s bad enough that you waltz through here every morning, but you should know better than to do it at this time of night.”

Sylvain turns but he doesn’t find the cat, he finds a man standing there instead, finely boned face tugged into a snarl. He shakes out his hand, knuckles already bruising from the solid hit that he’d gotten in. Sylvain blinks. He’s handsome in a feline sort of way, hard edges to his jaw and circles cut deeply underneath his eyes. His black hair is tied into a ponytail high on the crown of his head.

The man toes at the assailant who’s out cold on the ground. “I’d get out of here,” he says. Then he looks to Sylvain again, unimpressed. He stalks over to the container of tuna salad and toes at that too, lips pulled into a grimace of disgust. “Really, now. If you won’t eat it, what makes you think that I will?”

“Um--”

The man blinks slowly, catlike, and with subtle grace. “Do I need to explain it to you?”

“No,” says Sylvain quickly. “No, I just--” A pause as he rubs at his head. “The cat?”

“It’s not the cat ,” says the man with a snarl. “It’s Felix.”

“Felix,” Sylvain repeats.

“I won’t repeat myself.”

“Thanks,” Sylvain blurts. “For, you know.” He gestures to the man on the ground.

“It’s a one-time thing. I don’t reward stupidity,” says Felix as he picks up the container and tosses it into the dumpster. Then he looks to Sylvain again, shoving his hands into the pockets of his navy blue hoodie. “I like the baked ones with the fish and cheese. They aren’t so bad a day past.”

Felix doesn’t meet Sylvain’s face, instead, stalking off without another word.

Sylvain smiles.

#

Sylvain leaves a pastry that he pilfers from the bin after every shift. It’s not always Felix’s favorite, but he doesn’t complain. Either way, they disappear into his belly, leaving Felix to lick his paws clean after a tasty meal.

He doesn’t turn into a man again, but he does walk Sylvain through the alley. And then sometimes further. If Felix follows him to the coffee shop, he knows that he’ll get a small lid of cream.

It’s a strange routine that concerns an even stranger man. What is Felix, Sylvain wonders? A cat? A man? Both? Neither? He’s real and solid as the day though, and Sylvain knows that he hadn’t hallucinated anything that’d happened.

When winter comes, Sylvain worries. It’s cold and crisp outside, not preferable for a street cat. He wonders if Felix has somewhere warm to sleep, which is why he eventually asks.

“Surely you can’t stay out here all season,” says Sylvain one night, as he watches Felix pull apart half a savory ham and cheese tart. He’s not sure if cats should eat one of those, but maybe with Felix, it’s different. The cat never complains.

Felix pauses mid-bite to look at Sylvain. Then he drops the tart, hisses lightly, and runs off. Sylvain blinks. An answer is an answer at least, and Sylvain stops asking.

#

One day, it snows. Gautier is a cold and dismal place in the winter, but the snow comes later that year than anyone expects. Sylvain’s wrapped head-to-toe in a heavy jacket, a scarf, and thermals.

Felix follows him to the coffee shop that morning and against Sylvain’s better judgment, he opens the door to the storage shed out behind the shop. “It’s not much,” says Sylvain, “but it’s not in the snow.”

Felix gives him a long look before bolting inside.

Later that day, Felix strolls into the shop as a man, walks up to the counter, and slaps five gold coins onto the counter. Sylvain stares at them and then back to Felix, who immediately bristles.

“I didn’t fucking steal them,” says Felix. “I have a job.”

That’s news to Sylvain and he can’t quite picture it. This is only the second time they’ve met face-to-face, but he has a distinct feeling that Felix isn’t a people person.

Felix points to the fish and cheese pastry in the case. “It’s my favorite.” There’s an awkward pause as he closes his eyes in a near wince and continues with, “Look, I need to talk with you about something, alright?”

Sylvain rings him up, throws in a free cup of coffee, and fifteen minutes later they’re settled into the soft armchairs near the back of the cafe. It’s cold and bitter out, so they’re alone.

“You once offered a home,” says Felix, his hands wrapped around a warm ceramic mug. Sylvain’s coworker Annette paints them and they never get used. Felix huddles closer to it though like he’s trying to leech the warmth from it. “Does that offer still stand?”

Sylvain’s mouth parts in surprise and Felix turns bright red, looking anywhere but his face. “Look, it doesn’t mean anything,” says Felix. “But it’s getting cold out and it’s hard to find somewhere to bed down for the night where I won’t freeze to death.”

“So, my apartment,” says Sylvain.

“I’d be a cat,” says Felix. “I’d stay out of your way. It’d be like I’m not even there.”

Sylvain frowns. “I offered because I wanted a pet.”

Felix bristles. “I’m not a--”

“I know,” says Sylvain quietly. “I wouldn’t ask you to be since you’re… well, you know.” But Sylvain doesn’t know, so he gestures to Felix vaguely. He’s still trying to figure Felix out.

Felix sighs. “It’s only for the winter,” he says. “You won’t see me like this much. It’s not easy to… well, it’s not preferable.” He leaves it at that, which piques Sylvain’s curiosity.

“You can have the entire couch to yourself,” says Sylvain, half in jest.

Felix finishes his coffee quietly and then stands. “I’ll think about it.”

And he must, because when Sylvain leaves his shift in the late afternoon, Felix follows him all the way home.

#

Felix is never a man, he’s always a cat. Sylvain thinks that he prefers being a feline, though he’s not sure why. When he comes home from work, Felix is often curled up next to the warm glow of the fireplace. He leaves it lit because Felix can handle whatever might happen if something bad does.

As winter passes, Felix moves closer. He’s less annoyed. He sits on the couch next to Sylvain, his tail twitching softly against Sylvain’s thigh. Sylvain talks to him about any and everything, and he knows that it’s probably annoying, but Felix hasn’t yet told him to stop. So he doesn’t.

Sylvain gifts him a collar on Yuletide as a joke. Felix stubbornly wears it, because he’s testy about the weirdest of things.

When the New Year comes, he’s a man again. They’re nestled into the couch, Felix having shoved his feet across Sylvain’s lap with a cursory glance. Sylvain immediately pulled them closer, kneading at his arches.

Neither of them thinks more of it. Or maybe they both think of everything about it. Felix is impossible to read, but Sylvain thinks that he’s starting to recognize his moods. Even the most ornery of cats can’t turn down softly placed affection.

Sylvain wonders if it’s weird to fall in love with a cat. It’s a momentary thought because then he remembers that Felix isn’t just a cat and that there’s probably weirder things out there than Sylvain’s love, or the cat that’s also a man.

They watch New Year’s festivities on the television.

“I hate the noise,” says Felix when the fireworks start. “Too loud.”

“It’s not so bad in the city,” says Sylvain, hands still wrapped around Felix’s cold feet.

“It’s the worst day of the year,” says Felix. “Everyone’s drunk beyond reason and they roam the streets doing shitty things. Like kicking cats.”

There’s a lot to unpack there and Sylvain looks at him. “I’m sorry,” he says, and it’s an earnest apology.

Felix huffs, lips curling into a sneer. But then it’s gone as he relaxes into the couch. “No, it’s--” A pause, the air pregnant between them. “I’m not out there tonight, so it’s okay.”

It’s not, because Felix isn’t the only street cat to ghost the streets of the city. Still. “You’re welcome,” says Sylvain, squeezing his feet lightly. Felix kicks at him just because he can.

#

Winter ends sooner than Sylvain likes, but Felix doesn’t leave. He seems intent on staying and neither of them says anything, even if he’s a man more than a cat nowadays. Felix disappears during the day for his proclaimed job. He even cooks dinner sometimes and those are the kind of nights that Sylvain likes to cherish because Felix gets weirdly soft.

There’s a weird morning as Sylvain’s about to shuffle out the front door and Felix stops him.

“Is there something wrong?” asks Sylvain.

Felix doesn’t immediately answer and when he does, he says, “Have a good day.”

Sylvain assumes the worst because it’s an old habit that he can’t quite break. “Oh shit, you’re leaving aren’t you? Felix, you should know by now that you’re welcome to stay--”

Felix grabs Sylvain by the lapels of his jacket and pulls him forward, pressing a kiss against his lips. It’s short. It’s a little bit sweet. Felix seems to have no idea what he’s doing. Sylvain loves it, hand reaching out to grasp at Felix’s elbow.

When Sylvain pulls back, he asks, “What was that for?”

Felix’s hackles raise, immediately on the defensive. “Whatever, it was--”

“It’s not a complaint,” says Sylvain simply. “I liked it. It also sends some confusing signals.”

“What could be confusing about a kiss?” asks Felix.

“You don’t seem the type to do that,” says Sylvain.

“I’m not.” Felix pulls away, brushing at Sylvain’s shoulder to distract himself.

Suddenly, Sylvain gets it. Felix isn’t good with feelings and he’s not sure if it’s because he’s really a cat-- or maybe it’s not that at all. Sylvain still hasn’t figured out the details of all that nonsense, nor has he asked Felix outright. But Felix seems the kind of person who’s a doer, not a thinker, so he did the only thing that he thought would send a clear message.

Or maybe Sylvain’s overthinking something that’s really quite simple in the end.

“I love you too,” says Sylvain quietly.

Felix’s hand pauses and Sylvain watches him swallow. “Fool,” says Felix, but it’s more affectionate than angry, his voice cracking sweetly as he tries to find his words.

Sylvain smiles, pulling him back for another kiss. It’s longer this time, but just as awkward. Felix sinks into it, fingers curling tightly into Sylvain’s jacket as they hover in the doorway. When they part again, Felix says, “What an absolute fool.”

“The most foolish,” says Sylvain.

There’s a beat as Felix stares back at him like he’s looking, really looking at Sylvain. Felix sees him. And for once, Sylvain doesn’t mind. He’s never liked people seeing him for who he is, but Felix is different. He’s wormed his way into his heart and Sylvain doesn’t want to let go.

“But I wonder,” asks Sylvain, “what’s that say about you?”

Felix could have reacted a hundred different ways. What he does is pull Sylvain closer again, pressing their foreheads together. “Obviously I’m an even bigger idiot.”

Sylvain laughs, before swooping in once more.

[megalodon-writes]

Surprise Date

Anon: Nishinoya and Kuroo fluff scenario (separate) in which his s/o surprises him with a well-planned fun date and spoils him for the whole day 💟 (bonus for cuddles and hugs, thanks a lot)

I’m reposting this because I very much dislike how tumblr messes up the formatting of things so yea. ANYWAYS thank you for requesting!!! I hope you like this. I was a little nervous because this is the first time I’ve written for Noya(other than hcs) so yeah! Have a great day/night!

S/O surprises Noya and Kuroo with a surprise date!

--

Nishinoya

“Babe,” Noya whined. “Can I take this blindfold off yet?”

“No!” You laughed, holding his hand tighter. Because of the earplugs you made him wear, he couldn’t hear your response, so he tried to take off the cloth covering his eyes but you grabbed his other hand.

“I wanna see-” He stopped for a moment and grinned. “I smell churros.” You silently cursed the man walking with two huge sugary treats. “Are we at an amusement park?” Since he had guessed where you were, you let him regain his two missing senses. 

“I wanted us to get inside the park before you noticed.” You huffed. He had such a huge gleam in his eyes that he didn’t even notice you were a little upset. 

“I’m so-” He saw the look on your face and wrapped his arms around you. “Thank you, I’m so excited. I had no idea this is where we were going!”

“Wait, really?” You asked, sure he had at least had some suspicions. He shook his head vigorously and before you knew it, you were being locked into a seat on the first ride of the day. 

“I can’t believe we’re actually here.” Noya said, looking more excited than you had ever seen him before. “There are so many things I want to do.”

“That’s why I planned this date! It’s all about you today.” You smiled at him and he grabbed your hand to kiss it quickly. “I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me. Plus, we’ve been talking about coming here forever.” Looking at how excited he was made your heart swell.

“You’re the best girlfriend!” He cheered, throwing his hands up as high as he could. The shift of the seats signified that you were about to be brought up and Noya yelled the entire way to the top. He grabbed your hand tight because he saw the nervous expression on your face.

“Hey, um I’ve been wanting to say something.” You said, right as you heard the click behind you. You could see all the small houses and buildings way in the distance from the height you were at. “I love you.” Even though you said the phrase you’ve been dying to say for the longest time, you couldn’t help but scream the last word as you plummeted towards the ground. You had wanted to be at the top of this specific ride because you thought it would be the perfect time to say it as you bounced to the ground. Once the ride stopped and you were let free, Noya was jumping around so much from excitement that he wasn’t making any sense with what he was saying. You followed him out, wondering if he had heard you. You sighed slightly, concerned that maybe he didn’t feel the same way, even though you thought he did.

“That was so cool! The way it brought us up like woosh and then drop-” He stopped, his mouth opening slightly. “Did you say you love me?” 

“Yeah. But it’s okay if you-” Before you could continue, his arms were wrapped around you, enveloping you in the most comforting hug. He laughed, almost in relief, and laid his forehead against yours.

“I love you.” He planted his warm lips on yours. “I’ve been meaning to say that myself for a while now.” 

--

Kuroo

“Hey I have planned something for us today.” You smiled, looking at the hazel eyes in front of you. Kuroos eyebrows raised in surprise before he laughed into your collarbone. He peppered it with kisses, which left you giggling and patting his head. “Come on, I think you’re going to have a lot of fun.”

“What are we doing?”

“I’m not going to tell you, it’s a surprise!” You snickered. He pouted slightly before sitting up. 

“Okay, what do I need to wear then?”

It wasn’t too long after you had left your apartment when you pulled into the clearing, the stones and dirt crunching under the weight of the tire. You had forgotten how truly beautiful the place was, even though you had been there a day before. A small cabin was hidden by the trees, but you were going to keep that fact a secret for a little while longer. Kuroo’s face was all the confirmation you needed to know you had chosen the right thing to do.

“Wow.” He breathed, looking at the water shimmer in the warm sunshine. “I see now why you made me put on a swimsuit.” You laughed and opened the back of the car to pull out the picnic items.

“And you thought I just wanted to see you half naked.”

“Do you not?” He smirked, flexing slightly. You shook your head in a laugh and laid out a blanket on the soft dirt as Kuroo set the cooler down. 

“First things first.” You started to head towards the kayak tied to the small dock, but before you could get in it you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. Cold water rushed over your body and you spluttered, turning to look at your grinning boyfriend. 

“Oh, you didn’t want to swim already?” He paddled in a circle around you and chuckled, his black hair completely untouched by the water.

“I planned for us to kay-” His lips softly captured yours and you gave into the sweet kiss.

“I’m sorry, what?” He hummed.

“I thought we could go-” Yet again, he cut you off. It would have bothered you except the way his warm body was flush with yours under the chilly water was so nice that you couldn’t help but let him kiss you.

“I’ve even got your favorite-” Another stolen kiss, but this time you pulled away quicker. “Dammit Kuroo let me speak.” You laughed. He smirked and let his arms rest on your waist. “I’ve got some lemonades and sandwiches for us to eat. Then later we can go up to the cabin up there.”

“Whoa,there’s a cabin?” His eyes went wide as he saw the small building.

“Yeah, so I figured we could play around the lake for a while and then go inside. I brought all the supplies for us to grill fish and watch a movie.” He pressed his face into your neck and you felt him smile.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” 

“I just want to celebrate you today, Tetsuro.”

[mxladymorgan]

❤ Here is a quick rp policy guide I snitched from another blog. I have included explanations about my bolded options.

Bold all that apply to you and your blog. Italics if you’re on the fence about something. Strike any that never apply. Either reblog or repost. Feel free to add anything I may have missed in the appropriate category, or recategorize something that is in the wrong place!

My blog is _______

Open to all* Semi-selective Selective Moderately Selective Highly selective Exclusive Semi-Exclusive Only going to RP with mutuals Mostly going to RP with mutuals Indie Affiliated with a group Spoiler free Spoilers tagged Spoilers mostly tagged

My blog is free for everyone to follow, read and send asks. Do keep in mind that if we are not mutuals and you send me an IC ask, I will gladly get to it but will not wish to develop it any further. 

I am exclusives with a couple of accounts.

I will RP with ______

Any fandom Most fandoms Only fandoms I know Only people in my fandom OCs OCs with no fandom ties Only one version of any particular character People who have rp the same muse as me People who do not have a rules page Multimuse blogs People in RP groups Indie RPers

I prefer to rp with characters from OP or from other fandoms I know - I’m afraid I don’t know that many, so as long as your character has a setting we can both use, such as a modern verse, interacting is possible. Feel free to send in ideas for fitting AUs.

If you do not have a rules page or if your visual choices make pages and posts alike hard to read, I will not follow you. I will follow and engage with multimuse blogs up to 3-4 characters, otherwise I won’t follow.

When RPing, I like to use _______

Novella Multi-paragraph Paragraph Shorter forms of text *Action* Icons Gifs Gif icons Formatted text Whatever my partner is using My own style regardless of my partner’s reply

I absolutely detest one-liners and as such won’t follow people who love them, as we would not match. Short answers are absolutely fine for asks and memes but for threads and plots, I’m afraid I am not fond of them - that being said, it’s not that big a no-no if one paragraph contains enough information for me to use. 

I like to illustrate my posts with an icon at the bottom but I might not use one at all with some partners/replies. I don’t mind if you use icons or not.

The only formatting I do to my text is using bold and italics when adequate. You are free to change it to small text for your blog but please do not cut my posts for me without prior discussion - it’s rude. On this topic, I don’t mind if you format your posts or not provided you use capitals as adequate AND provided your formatting is not too heavy - I am sorry but some people format their text to the point it’s impossible to read. I would very much like to keep my retinas intact. 

I will ship with _______

No one Anyone Chemistry Plotted ships Select ships   OCs Others of my own muse Crossovers with characters from different fandoms Only one version of a particular character One person in my main verse Multiship, all ships independent of each other & main ship Polyamorous ships - V’s, OT3s [and upward], or a combination thereof. One main/canon ship within my main verse

I can’t explain this topic very well but the idea is that, for us to ship our characters, they must have a dynamic that can be used as a base and we should either plot it or be in tune. Sometimes people just go *squeal* over a pairing at the same time! I would not object to plotting a ship from a time the characters are not that fond of each other, but that would require the same feeling of companionship between the two of us as writers as other ships do. 

When I ship with someone, it applies only to their interpretation of that character and not with another. I see no sense in doing it differently! In fact, if we get to that stage, I would rather be exclusives with you and rp only with your portrayal of the character in question in the sense of developing this dynamic over different situations, verses, etc.

My blog WILL contain ______ in it’s content

Fluff Angst Gore Violence Smut  Blood  Torture Shipping Death Dark humour Cheating Assault 

Any and each might happen at some point. Naturally, heavier topics should be plotted. This being said, most of my posts are either fluffy/friendly, sad or adventurous. Again, it’s all a matter of agreement between both writers. I do not object to smutty things but only with selected partners.

I will follow ______ back

Everyone Only some people Most people Only people in my fandom Every RP blog Only people I actively wish to RP with People who do not post a lot of OOC People whose posts I am comfortable with on my dashboard

In general, I will follow people whose writing I appreciate, whether or not I expect a follow back. Naturally, this means I would like to write with you! 

OOC posts are a fine thing, for behind every blog there is not a machine programmed to answer things all day long, but bloggers of flesh and bone. I can never have anything against status updates on your life - in rp-related things, in things that make you happy and want to share, things that are saddening you and you could use a friendly shoulder for. However, I won’t follow people who, in 10 posts, have 8 or 9 as OOC - the way I see it, that makes it a personal blog instead of rp and I like to keep these contents separated in my respective blogs. 

To RP with me, you should _______

Follow back Answer an open Message me OOC Message me IC Make a starter Answer my starter Send in a meme Like a starter call 

Feel free to send me an ask. You can send me an IM too but I’d be thankful if you sent me an ask about it first, for permission. It’s ok if you don’t, though. A meme can be a fine way for us to get acquainted but please keep in mind I am not a fan of continuing a meme without discussion. Please don’t write me a starter out of the blue - send me a message first. Bottom-line to deal with me is: most things can be solved with a chat.

Other:

I practice reblog karma with memes I expect reblog karma with memes I expect my rules/about to be read I always read the rules/about before following/interacting If you follow me, I would like suicide and assault tagged I expect all smut to be beneath a read-more I expect smut to be tagged I am a multiverse blog I am multi-muse I use/my blog has NPC characters/OCs I do not wish for my OOC posts to be reblogged I do not wish for my threads to be reblogged by those not involved I expect post length to be matched I expect icons/gifs to be used in a reply if I have used them I don’t expect post length to be matched, but I will try to match your own. I am patient when waiting for replies and expect the same courtesy. I will tag squicks/etc upon request

If I reblogged a meme you want to reblog as well without sending me a prompt, you’re free to! Really, not all memes work for the characters or with our mood and I understand that. I just won’t like it if you reblog every time without sending me something every now and then. Similarly, if I reblog a meme from you without sending you anything, be rest assured I will send you a prompt (and no reblog) the next time or send you an IC ask! Feel free to tell me if this arrangement bothers you.

I expect smut to be tagged but I expect everything as well. I will not follow blogs that don’t tag their posts in some way. It’s fine if you forget every now and then!

I will write as much as I want. If it’s in the published answer, it’s because I found it important, even if not to advance with the story, to express Morgan’s thoughts, memories, opes, body language, etc. Do not expect short answers as the rule and you will not be disappointed. Expect the gospel according to Sparrow and be glad if it’s shorter! A reminder: I tag long posts as #long post for ts - you can always add it to your blacklist.