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DRPG - EVENT - GET BACK! CAT CAFE CRISIS
5/5 A Bro's True Intentions
The party takes a break after a heated battle with the Sardine Doods, but then they notice something strange.
Abducted Cat
Xenolith: …………
Rainier: I've no idea where that Prinny Gang... I mean the Sardine Doods have gone. Then it's time for us to continue our fight.
Virunga: Wait!
Etna: Now what? Is it another plot obstacle to overcome?
Virunga: Some of our cats went missing!
Etna: Eh!? Where did they go?
Barbara: It's him! He took them away!
Rainier: Don't panic, Barbara. Are you mad?
Barbara: Of course I'm mad! Xenolith took away our hard-earned cats!
Etna: Huh!? Why would he do that!?
Stage 1 - Progress in Confusion 1 Stage 2 - Progress in Confusion 2
For the Cats
Virunga: Xenolith has been helping us all the time, but why did he…
Rainier: You're an angel. Don't tell me you trusted that red-haired demon.
Virunga: N-No, I didn't… Just by the way he treats cats, I can tell that he loves cats.
Barbara: I don't understand what love is, but I thought Xenolith was fond of those adorable cats! I didn't think he would betray us! I'll never allow him to take away our adorable kitties! I... I will save them!!
Rainier: Hey, Barbara! She loves taking charge when it comes cats.
Virunga: Count me in!
Rainier: Are you going, too, Etna?
Etna: ...Of course I am. Yeah. I haven't got my dessert coupon yet!
Stage 3 - Follow Barbara! 1 Stage 4 - Follow Barbara! 2
Xenolith's Purpose
Virunga: F-Finally, we've caught up with him…
Xenolith: You're here too.
Etna: What's that supposed to mean?! I need those cats to get my free dessert! Give them back!
Barbara: Why, Xenolith? Don't you love these adorable cats just like we do?
Xenolith: That's…
Etna: What the hell is wrong with you? You dragged me into your scheme, and now it has come down to this. But... the look on your face when you petted cats… Are you trying to use these cats too?
Xenolith: ...No, you're wrong.
Etna: Then why did you take away those cats from us?
Xenolith: I don't have time for this.
Etna: ...Oh, really? I get it. Barbara, Virunga, and Rainier. And you, [Player]. Let's beat him up. He's practically begging for it.
Virunga: Are you sure?
Etna: Yeah, it is. If he doesn't want to tell us, then I'll make him spit it out!
Xenolith: ...I guess I have no choice. If you insist interfering, then I'll have to fight back.
Stage 5 - Big Bro in the Way
Boss - Xenolith: I'm sorry, but I won't let myself get caught.
The Cat-connected Stories
Xenolith: You fought well.
Etna: Of course I did. But that's not all!
Virunga: Give the cats back!
Etna: That's it…
Flonne: Stop right there!!!!
Etna: Flonne?! Don't stand in my way! I'll give him a beating he won't soon forget!
Flonne: No, Miss Etna. Xenolith didn't do anything wrong!
Virunga: But didn't he steal all of our cats...? Wait...?! Why is he carrying only some of the cats with him?
Flonne: Xenolith only took the kittens who got sick because of the environment here in the Netherworld!
Etna: Huh?
Flonne: I help out at the Netherworld Hospital during my free time. Xenolith was trying to bring those kittens to me. He was in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to explain anything to you. That's how much he cares about cats!
Etna: Wh-What is this all about?!
Xenolith: Virunga, how are those cats doing?
Virunga: Ah, thanks to your and Flonne's help, they received in the Netherworld Hospital and are all fine now. Flonne scolded me for talking about loving cats all the time but failing to notice they were unwell. If it wasn't for your help, I can't imagine what might've happened. Thank you so much.
Xenolith: No worries. I did it all for the cats.
Barbara: That was impressive, Xenolith! Despite our suspicions, you still proved your unwavering love for cats! Please, you must join my "Cat Clique"!
Xenolith: I'd be happy to deliver the final strike.
Etna: You always keep everything to yourself, all bottled up. Why didn't you just tell us what happened? That would be much less irritating.
Xenolith: It was my fault. Upon seeing those cats, I thought of you before I realized. So I acted a little rashly.
Etna: Wh-What...?! Don't be ridiculous! How am I like a cat?! Anyway, I've got the free coupon from Virunga. If you're too scared to go there on your own, I may consider accompanying you until the free desserts run out. Even though you're so irritating... You're still my brother at the end of the day.
Xenolith: Okay. Thank you, Etna.
#etna#xenolith#virunga#barbara#rainier#flonne#get back! cat cafe crisis#disgaea rpg#drpg#disgaea rpg global#drpg global#event
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Steddie drabble
Eddie works at a cat cafe and Steve and Robin walk in. Cue Eddie having a crisis over a, what he thinks, straight man. And he's so busy in his Head that he doesn't hear Steve freaking out to Robin and the cat snuggled in his lap about "cute cat cafe guy"
Steve then goes there all the time to see him and potentially get to know him. Eddie is trying his hardest not to flirt with someone who won't be into him while steve is just laying it on him and making Eddie blush because "cute cat cafe guy is even cuter when he blushes"
At one point steve goes back and asks to adopt a cat because he's been keeping his eye on a fuzzy black kitty named "kaz" Eddie then blurts out, completely by accident, "he's almost as handsome as you"
After that Steve gets a job at the cat cafe after his date/interview with eddie and they live happily ever after with th kitties
I'm still learning to write so please be nice :3
#steddie#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#steve harrington#stevexeddie#steve stranger things#modern stranger things#stranger things
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cat cafe in mu hometown drives me bananas. the owner is CONSTANTLY shaming the people who surrender cats to her and refuses to accept literally any life circumstances, like “the owner died and none of their friends or family could take care of it” or “the owner went through a divorce/breakup and cannot find pet friendly housing.” (in an area which has extremely high rent and a housing crisis!) even will shame a former owner’s friends and family for not taking an animal on bc the owner became too sick with, like, fucking CANCER to take care of the animal. constantly complains about how no one surrendering an animal has ever experienced true trauma with animals because she runs a rescue. and GOD FORBID you adopt an animal FROM HER and then have to bring it back because your life circumstances changed! she acts like you might as well have just killed the cat with your bare hands in front of her!
and like. she does do good work with the animals. works day and night to keep incredibly sick and injured animals healthy and works them up to a state of being adoptable. but her people work is so, so bad that i constantly contemplate commenting or DMing to tell her how horribly unhelpful and sometimes downright cruel she’s being, but i know in my heart it wouldn’t be worth it.
it just makes me that much more grateful for my local shelter now, which has pet care education, a pet food pantry, free and low cost clinics — they specifically state that while they are our local humane law enforcement and will seize animals when necessary, they do everything they can to KEEP pets in loving homes and try not to just automatically penalize someone for not being able to afford food or vet care. they’re very aware that you have to make sure that the human side of the equation is also taken care of to ensure the happiest possible life for an animal.
People will start a service to take in animals and then get mad when people use that service
Idk how these people think they're helping animals by people so hostile to the people they serve and, y'know, are responsible for the animals they want to help. Same vibes as people that say they want to work with animals because they don't like people. Sorry but you can't work with animals if you cannot be nice to people. That's not how it works.
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The Crush Culture
𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝐬): Todoroki Yosuke x Reader(ʏᴏᴜ/ʏᴏᴜʀ) 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: oneshot, fluff 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: gender unspecified; todoroki being a S.I.M.P.
“Fuuuck.”
The only word running through Todoroki’s mind. They were either prolonged or short under his breath. His breath was labored, spending prior moments working out in his room, the dumbbell still within his hard grasp.
His forehead coated in thin sheets of sweat as beads fell from his damp hair. He snatched the nearby towel, roughly running the cloth on his sensitive skin while attempting to calm his rising pulse.
“Fuck” He muttered again.
The time read 7:12 PM, already behind his routine. He’d spent the day as normal, but something about recent events had his presence somewhere else.
Throwing the towel somewhere, he grabbed his phone. Inputting his passcode before clicking straight into his messages.
The screen’s light illuminated his sharp features, his lips cracking into a smirk as he scrolled up into the message feed dating back from last week.
Damn. You just had to prance around his mind, huh?
Who knew getting dragged into his gang’s matchmaking rendezvous would lead him to now? He still remembered standing broody whilst everyone else chatted and danced around, light strobing and flashing in his eyes making him want to escape.
In his silent ruminations, he was late to notice another suffering individual at his side, a little too uncomfortable in their skin. You were definitely in the same boat as him.
And the rest was history.
Because you lived on the other side of town (and went to an actual school), you both opted to text for weeks, promising to jump at any free time you guys had.
It was better than nothing, he thought.
Amid his floating, fluffy daydreams, a notification slid down from above the screen with a ding. His chest palpated when he read who the delivered message was from.
Hey, I’m heading downtown. Can’t sleep and I wanted to take a break from home :>
He bit inside his lip. Todoroki clicked on the message, sending him down to the very bottom of your chat room. His fingers hovered and deleted message after message, word after word. The chat bubbles danced for a while until he unintentionally pressed send.
He lurched forward with wide eyes, reading his sent message.
Sure, I’ll go shower rn
“Fuck!-- Nice going, Yosuke.” He breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose as he dragged it down.
Another ring came from his phone, feeling his dread quickly pushed away as his throat banged as if he could choke his heart at any moment.
He peeked over the screen.
Haha, okay ^^ see u [NAME sent a location]
Seeing your lighthearted message, Todoroki released a breath he didn’t know he held. Crisis averted. Would you even mind? Did you get in the same situation as him some time ago? He kinda hoped so…
Brushing the embarrassment off, he got up and made his way to his shower, hoping to clear his muddled mind.
After dressing up nicely, Todoroki walked down the cool and uncharacteristically quiet streets downtown.
It only occurred to Todoroki that this would be your first time hanging out in person since the party. Hard to believe, sure, but with your schedules and his intent on never breathing a word about you to his gang, that insignificant time frame of one month suddenly became precious moments he’d never trade.
Todoroki shook his head, sighing as he curved the corner, hands stuffed in his leather pockets. He shouldn’t jump to conclusions. You were technically still acquaintances… Unless sending memes and funny cat videos were a sign of your affection— it was still too soon to call any shots unless this date– hang-out went well.
What were you planning? You mentioned something about cafe dates being a go-to, but would cafes even allow caffeine during this time? What do they sell in cafes other than caffeine? Is there anything you’d like?
“Over here!”
Todoroki raised his head and followed the voice, straight to you. Standing underneath the streetlight, you waved toward him. The fluorescent warmth made your features shine in the treacherous sea of strangers.
You didn’t look tired, or was that just the grin on your face? Todoroki couldn’t tell. He felt like he could drop all his worries now. You were there. Mere feet away.
Fuck… he was in deep. And as his body practically gravitated towards yours, Todoroki knew he wasn’t escaping from your fingers any time soon.
But, he’s honest with himself. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
The midnight grind doesn't stop 🙌 /j but anyways... um, listen I don't know either. Words just... spat out... as always. Ugh, why can't I be this sappy on command!? (〃>目<) Being fr right now: That image with Todoroki working out has been eating me up, it's insane <(_ _ )> behold, the crew 😎🥂: @airbendertendou, @star2fishmeg, @straysugzhpe, @simpforchuchu, @strxwberrychocolate, @prodbyblush, @thatpoindexterpixy
#rouzu fics#high&low#high&low the worst#high&low the worst cross#high&low x reader#todoroki yosuke#todoroki yosuke x reader
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Some hilarious things you notice watching The Owl House for the second time.
Spoilers ahead, obviously.
1, Eda the Owl Lady, one of the most powerful and skilled witches alive, gets body-swaped into the body of an actual physical god, and doesn't notice and can't unlock any of thier latent abilities.
2, Eda the Owl Lady, one of the most powerful and skilled witches alive, while body-swapped into said deity, get kidnapped by two crazy cat ladies and displayed in a Cat cafe, which is just very very funny.
3, In the very second episode, King consistently mocks and belittles Luz for believing in the idea of a chosen one, people having special preordained destinies, and a young person going on a hero's journey, whilst infact being the defacto chosen one and spending all of season two going though a classic hero's journey arc.
4, King is, structurally, the protagonist of season 2, going though a major arch, makeing a substabtative internal change, and from the fist episode to the last making the key decisions the effect the outcome of the season, and he's so well hidden as the cute comic relief, that no matter how media literate you are it's hard to spot that he's the A plot and Luz and Eda are the B plot until the last 3 episodes because the twist of who he really is, while set up back in season 1, and put in the spotlight in season 2 episode 3, isn't addressed untill the seventeenth episode of season two, its just constantly there in the background, like him. The clue was in his name the whole time, and we just laughed it off.
This, this is peak writing and character design right here.
EDIT: Oh yeah and that one time he wandered into a cult commune of people wearing hyper-realistic fursuits of him made from the skulls and skins of his genocided siblings and he didn't notice it was just costumes, and they didn't notice he was a real Titan, and this is how he low-key found out he was a deity and they tried to sacrifice him to thier god, just when he thought he had a place to belong, and the poor little guy had about his fith crisis of identity in about a year.
Poor King goes through a lot, and acquires horrifying trauma in the most ghoulishly ridiculous ways possible.
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.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-
pairing • bang chan x fem reader
synopsis • fiction or reality? y/n preferred the former, escaping into another world, escaping her problems. so what happens when reality takes that away from her; wiping her own story-in-progress off both her laptop and beloved usb? and what happens when she opens the door in the middle of a crisis to none other then the love interest of her novel... and he's holding her usb?
warnings • general
MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT
CHAPTER TWO • NEW LIFE (1.6k)
"Café guy?"
How is his number already in your contacts? And what cafe? The only place you could think of was the one chain coffee shop across town, but that couldn't be it. Or could it? There's only one way to find out...
The phone rings twice before he picks up.
"Hello?" When you fail to answer, he speaks again. "Anyone there...?"
"Yes!" You cringe at your loud volume. "Yes, sorry."
You pace around the living room, waving your left hand around trying to think of something to say. Thankfully, 'café guy' replies before you can get another word in.
"Oh, Y/n! I didn't expect to hear from you so quickly." He laughs breathily, and in the background there's distant honking; he's still walking back. "I also didn't think you'd actually save my number."
Another chuckle, this one less enthusiastic. Finally, you settle your pacing, opting to sit on the arm chair by the window looking out to the street. From here you could see the forest, and the kitten who lives there.
"Shit," you breath.
"Everything okay?" You almost forgot about the phone attached to your ear.
"Yeah, sorry, I just remembered something I have to do," you say, holding your phone in place with your shoulder. "I was just calling about... the USB! Thank you for bringing it back. It had something really important to me."
"Don't worry about it. I figured it was important since I always see you in here hunched over your laptop." He lets out a little chuckle.
"Oh, um," you force a laugh out, throughly embarrassed. "Anyway! I was wondering if I could thank you properly? Maybe over some food?"
"Are you asking me out right now?"
"No!" You jump up from where you were sitting, free hand outstretched. "God, no."
"Ouch," you hear keys then a door shutting. "I'll pretend I'm not a little offended by that response." Before you could respond, he was talking again. "Feel free to drop by the café, yeah?"
"Sure thing." You open the door and cross the street quickly, a bowl with cat food in your free hand.
The kitten's ears perked up when it saw you, but was hesitant to come forward. Although you'd been feeding it consistently for the year you've lived across the small forest, it never approached, still scared of what you might do if it got too close. From what you could see at that distance, there was a bit of scarring above its right eye and part of its tail was missing.
"I'll treat you to a free slice of tiramisu and everything."
"Holding you to that," you put down the bowl, standing up with a small smile and crossing your arms. "Tiramisu is my favourite."
"I know! That's why I chose it to be dessert of the week." Doors opened with a jingle. "Ah, I've got to go. Customers await!"
"Wait-" You're about to continue, but when you turn your head to the left, you see a black figure at the edge of the forest.
It's looking directly at you, but you can't see its face. The shape is human, a long coat moving slightly in the breeze. For a moment, fear ceases you. Something about it seems vaguely familiar-
"Y/n?"
Fuck, you need to stop forgetting about the phone in your hand.
"Sorry. Um, I'll see you soon?" You cross the road back to your front steps, not taking your eyes off the being.
"See you then!" He hangs up, leaving you alone with the figure and the kitten.
You watch from the safety of your home, now inside, as the figure approaches the small animal. Unlike with you, the kitten doesn't move away. Instead, it lets the figure brush its fingers on its fur. The kitten leans into the touch, and you can imagine it purring loudly. Part of you is hurt that this animal you've known for a year has chosen a creepy-ass shadow creature over you.
Pulling your eyes away from the two, you focus on getting ready. You're about to run up the stairs, but turn around and lock the door first. You don't know what- or who- that thing is, and you're not risking it entering your safe haven. The familiarity leaves you unsettled. Part of you wants to run back outside, confront it, demand the reason it's here; the other part wants to hide under a blanket like a child afraid of the monster in their closet.
There are too many skeletons in your closet for a monster. Or maybe the skeletons are your monster. Either way, the past is the past, and in the present, you are getting ready to meet a man who shouldn't exist. Meeting at a café that shouldn't exist. In a timeline that shouldn't exist.
When you leave again, the shadow is gone. A chill runs up your spine, goosebumps forming despite the warmth of the sun. Mind racing, you can't help but wonder-
No, don't think like that, you think, he has no idea where you are. You made sure of that Y/n.
Clouds obscure the sun by the time you make it to Main Street, keeping an eye out for the café. You had to text Café Guy- you really should get his name- to ask the address. He questioned it a bit considering you were a regular, but you quickly ended the conversation. Now, you're walking a street you've been down a million times, and at the first intersection is the café.
"That's not fucking right," you whisper, voice higher by the end of the sentence, breathing constricted.
Upon entering, you immediately spot him. He's running around behind the counter, helping his employees and cracking jokes, and getting closer, you can read his name tag; Chan. You don't approach the counter right away, opting to stay behind a group of teenagers waiting in line to watch him. He shouldn't be real- yet, here he is, looking more alive than you have in years. A smile that could replace the sun, laughter ringing throughout the building.
What you would give to laugh freely like that again.
You don't notice him coming around the counter, having spotted you when you looked down briefly.
"Y/n! Come, we'll eat in my office." You give him a look. "It's quieter in there! C'mon."
Chan grabs your arm lightly and it takes everything in you not to rip it away. He leads you down a hallway to the right of the counter with three doors, two of them bathrooms. Behind the third door is another, smaller hallway, one door at the end and another on the left. You go through the left one.
"Cozy," you comment. The office is small, with a modest desk and chair tucked into the corner. Most of the décor is black and white, but there isn't much. "Spend a lot of time in here? Real homey."
"Actually, no," he admits, leaning against the desk, gesturing you to sit in the chair. You don't.
"So, Chan, what brings you here?" You question, although unsure of how much you already know. "There's not much here, unless you like neighbourhood drama."
"I could ask you the same thing. From the few times we've talked, you... you don't seem to like it here."
"That's a conversation for another time." You look down, crossing your arms.
"Alright, cryptic. Maybe I should be used to that by now." Chan pushes up from the desk, taking a step toward you. "If I'm honest, I don't really know how I got here, but you already know that, don't you?"
"W-What?" You stutter, looking up at him.
"Well... we've talked about this before!" He breaks into a smile. "You don't remember? Ahh, it was late, I guess you were tired. Basically, I just kind of found myself here after a long, long night. Cute town, decided to stay. That was... say a month ago?"
You force out a laugh, nodding along to what he was saying.
"Ah! I promised you dessert, let me go get it for you." As soon as Chan left, your phone began to vibrate.
Pulling it out of your pocket, you saw the words Unknown Number across the screen. This day had been weird enough, what was one more thing to add to the list of strangeness?
"Hello?" Silence. You heard a sharp inhale on the other side, but nothing followed. "Helloooo?" You repeat. "Listen, I really don't appreciate-"
They hang up.
"Asshole," you pull the phone away, rolling your eyes.
When Chan returned with the promised tiramisu, you got to chatting fairly quickly. Something about him made you comfortable, at ease. The odd phone call and shadow creature seemed so far away now.
"So what was on that USB anyway?" You blush.
"Um, nothing, just a story."
"Just a story?" He raises an eyebrow, picking up the now empty dessert plate. "Must have been a pretty important story."
"I've just been working on it for a long time," you wave your hand, as if to wave the conversation away.
Before he could reply, there's a sharp knock on the door. An employee enters, talking low to Chan about an angry customer.
"I'll be right there," Chan sighs. The employee glances toward you, gives a strained smile, then leaves. "I had a good time Y/n, don't be afraid to swing by for free desserts whenever you like."
The smile he gives you made your heart melt. On the way out, you turn before the end of the hall, giving Chan a small peck on the cheek. Embarrassed by the impulsive action, you all but run out of the café. If you had turned back, you'd have seen him smiling like an idiot, hand hovering over where you kissed him.
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notes • i started this draft on september 14th ...................... it was so close to being able to post then i got sick !!!!! but hey !! now that i'm feeling better, i hope to be able to update this more frequently!
taglist • @yongbbokkie @chaeryred @tenebrisirae
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Sailor Earth and the Crystal Senshi and Firelord Katara both sound interesting, could you tell me a little about them?
¡Absolutely!
Fire Lord Katara is a slight AU fic where, after the Agni Kai in the finale, Zuko ends up in a coma for a hot minute, leaving something of a succession crisis as to who will take the throne. As it turns out, Katara. Katara takes the throne and becomes Fire Lord because technically she’s the one who defeated Azula in an Agni Kai. What follows is her trying to navigate the royal court, dismantle the bender’s prisons, and pay reparations to other nations without getting overthrown, at least until Zuko’s recovered enough to take back the throne. Iroh, Ty Lee, Mai, Suki, Hama, and maybe Azula are all involved. There’s not actually much romance, mostly just Katara trying to make the best of a tough situation while being her awesome self. A story of politics, trauma, unexpected friendships, Katara badassery, dismantling the prison system, and tea. Technically more of an outline than anything else at the moment.
Sailor Earth and the Crystal Senshi is a Sailor Moon roleswap between the Inner Senshi and Heavenly Kings with a bit of mystery. Mamoru rescues a talking cat one day who discovers that for some reason he is the guardian of the moon, even though by all accounts this shouldn’t be possible. Even more mysteriously, four other teens manifest the power of the other planets despite being boys, and there’s a weird blonde vigilante that keeps shooting top hats at people, plus reports of four young women going missing whose descriptions match up with the generals they’re battling… it takes more inspiration from the old anime than the new one, but it’s not a beat-for-beat retread, and there’s a lot of exploration of gender roles and identity going on in between everyone trying to figure out why all these people have the wrong powers. A story of transgenderism, dysphoria, questioning one's assigned roles, confusing feelings, fabulous crossdressing, mystery, and THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP Also I changed the ages to make it a bit less squicky. Here’s an excerpt:
Masato set his drink down and looked at the binder again. The picture stared up at him, that stoic face inscrutable. He’d reread all the information over and over again, and all he’d gotten out of it was a headache.
“Heeeey!” a shout made him look up. Usagi stood across the street, waving at Masato. Behind her stood Jirou, both of them carrying several brightly colored shopping bags.
“What’s going on?” before long, the duo was seated across from him, setting their bags down in the cafe floor, and Jirou was asking him questions. “Weren’t you supposed to be paying off that shrine today?”
“That’s already done,” Masato waved him off. “Something more important’s come up. Where's Mamoru?”
"He was called in to work today," Jirou shrugged. "Some flash-in-the-pan diva idol showed up at the studio and they needed all hands on deck to record a music video."
"I wanted to come along, but he said no," sighed Usagi. She looked up with a dreamy expression on her face. "Could you imagine being an idol and having all those adoring fans?"
"I don't need to," Jirou grinned haughtily. A bit of his model's grace found its way into his pose. "It's good of you to keep imagining, though. Everyone should have at least a few impossible fantasies."
Usagi smacked him with one of her shopping bags. She turned her attention towards the spread of paper that Masato had laid out over the table. "What's all this?"
"Paperwork for the shrine," answered Masato. "I was reviewing how many people worked there to see how many people to compensate."
"How interesting," said Jirou, rolling his eyes. "I don't suppose you have any of that huge allowance of yours left over to compensate the brave heroes who saved the shrine?"
Masato ignored him and kept talking. "However, I learned that one of the workers there had disappeared a few months ago. The granddaughter of the owner, a young lady who was by all accounts very hard working and dedicated to her job. What's more, she disappeared only a few weeks before the youma attacks began, according to Luna."
Both Usagi and Jirou's expressions grew more serious.
"Hey, what're you implying here?" asked Jirou.
Masato laid down the photo on the table and Usagi immediately snatched it up. Both she and Jirou's eyes widened when they saw who it depicted.
"General Mars?" she gasped. Masato nodded solemnly.
"Wait, but- no, the youma transform their victims all the time, so their leaders-" Jirou curled his hands into fists and let out a cry of frustration. "This is a joke, right?"
"Do you think I'd joke about something like this?" Masato snapped. "We may have been responsible for the death of an innocent girl brainwashed by the Dark Kingdom."
Usagi, looking down, clutched the photo to her chest and asked softly "What do we tell Mamoru?"
"I don't know," he rubbed his fingers against his temples.
"We tell him the truth, obviously," Jirou glared at Masato. "And we ask that stupid cat if she knew about any of this, and if there's a way to turn people back from being generals."
"Yeah, maybe Luna can help!" Usagi said with a sense of renewed hope.
"Maybe," Masato let out a sigh. "But let's just give Mamoru some time before telling him anything, alright? It would be counterproductive to not tell him, but with his work and this new 'General Venus', he already has a lot on his mind. Let's just not put everything on him at once, alright?"
The others agreed that it was already a busy weekend, perhaps they should wait until the end of it to lay this revelation on Mamoru. The stresses of leading a double life were known to all of them. Just focusing on one or the other instead of trying to juggle both was practically a break at this point. A little bit of tedium might have been what all of them needed right now, especially Mamoru.
Elsewhere, Mamoru was being chased by a giant record label youma hurling exploding vinyls at him.
#my asks#idk answers#my fic#au#thanks for asking this!#atla#avatar the last airbender#katara#fire lord katara au#sailor moon#usagi tsukino#mamoru chiba#jadeite#nephrite#sailor earth au
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That green and blue machine are both 125,000$ each can u fucking believe that. Only those two bro holy fucking shit. Omg and in the third pic u can’t see well but behind the fence is a robot arm it’s like a while ass transformer. And so it does shit don’t even ask me what but it was rlly cool. Btw this entire time Ive been at the restaurant and me my aunt and my gma and we’ve been waiting while my mom uncle and gpa talked with other clients and business ppl and babe it’s been like two hours and they just got back and they’re arguing about them bc idk prices n shit they said and whatever n they’re like yelling a lil at the table rn and my uncle is saying like u guys are treating this like a spy game and u guys are always so skeptical and thinking shit and my mom and gpa are like being like in a way it is we’re the top 20% more expensive in the market which is bad bc ppl want cheaper obv. N apparently an employee sent these people a list of our costs like how much It cost to produce n stuff n that’s rlly fucking bad like crisis type shit bc ofc we sell at a much higher prices and whatever like there’s a lot more to it that I don’t understand. Now my uncles saying u guys are always so negative and ppl are looking at us. Anyways I’m listening and talking to u it’s 3:31 pm rn. So back tl where I was. We went back to the conference room and they gave us giftssss Ik they’re like mini coffee cups. Omg bruh I can tell my moms backing out now😭 ok so I didn’t take pictures of them inside cus I wasn’t trynna open that shit. Oh yes and this typical Arabic cup to make coffee in. Cool souvenir or whatever. Ok I just got up it’s 3:41 rn I’ll finish typing In a bit. It’s the same thing following them around the fair. Then we finished the tour and got the gifts and then they took us to eat and resturaunt was sooooo pretty idk like the nature outside I felt like I was in the backyard of a rich Californian home idk and bro the food was soooooooo good and I drank Turkish tea again I loved the food. And once again no fucking wifi I always take screenshot to show u so we are and talked for like two hours and then we left and we went back to the factory and we left to the city again in the van and I slept the entire way and they woke me up and we were at a fucjing mall and I was mad as fuxk bc bro I was tired and I’m trynna get home to my man. And so we were there and like nothing was even open like it was rlly new. And I was bored as fuck but it was rlly pretty and then I’m so fr I took a picture of every cat I saw. And so we walked home and we stopped to get groceries and omg I forgot I to tell u at the mall we ate at a cafe. In the morning I took a picture of this place called mustafah u can look again n I thought it was silly bc everyone’s name here is mutsafah and we coincidentally ate there and it was sooooo good I ate a carénele tres leches it was so fucking good and I drank a coffee and they were in these cups that I loved they reminded me of u so much so I wanted them so bad so I went to buy them n they didn’t sell them so I got another ones that I think ull think are rlly cool they remind me of underthink logo. So they’re for our house. Then we walked home n we stopped be a grocery store for food and that’s when k got my Piña and then I stopped at this case place bc I’ve still been trynna get ur sparkly thing for ur cameraaaaa so I went and looked and asked for ur phone n they didn’t have any at that place but they had for mine but I just know they’ll have it at another one of those so don’t worry ur still getting one and I also got u this thing for ur charger u can put on it. I love you😄 n then got home n talked to u for like four hours I think even five
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Even More! ayatsuji HCs
he has woken up to mizuki at the foot of his bed because she thought he had a midlife crisis and dyed his hair brown
he likes animal crackers
He does that voice (the very cute and high pitched voice) to his cats, mostly when he’s drunk
I truly believe he had a fish named something like bob or fish
he is scared of the creepy talking Ben and Tom or any of the creepy talking cat games
ango has been confused by Dazai and Ayatsuji because they wore similar clout fits and he was tired
he’s favourite kind of cake is a strawberry shortcake
he has chronic pain
Is very good at staring and not blinking
he is a regular at cat cafe’s
LMAO DAZAI JUMPSCARE, poor tsujimura, bless her heart, dazai no doubt tried to seduce her 💀 girl was shitting thinking that yukito went off the rails
also animal crackers are the shit and I think he sorts them by animal because he’s Like That
also the high pitched cat voice is fucking golden, he’s plastered cooing over his cats so sweetly that he’s basically unintelligible, god bless, it’s a cat owner rite of passage to succumb to the cutesy voice, also a rite of passage for a cat enjoyer to go to a cat cafe, the new hires are always a little freaked out by him but everyone else knows he’s a regular
He probably had it as a kid and announced its name so flatly to anyone who asked, looking at them with a complete dead face
ALSO FUCK THISE CREEPY ASS TALKING CAT GAMES, I entirely agree he would hate that shit and I do too 🤌
Also damn 😭 another bitch foiled by the dazai/ayatsuji switchup, poor ango, bro almost had a crisis over seeing doppelgängers n shit god bless, to be fair I’m pretty sure both of them give him a headache so I think no matter which one he encountered he would’ve started stressing immediately
Also fuck yeah strawberry shortcake enjoyer let’s go let’s go, he also seems like he’d like oatmeal cookies cause he’s an oddball like that
also nah :( poor sweetheart, I bet he takes a little longer to get out of bed on bad days because his body hurts, I feel like his back/neck and hands hurt the worst
Also of course he’s good at that cat stare, I bet he has started staring for so long that tsujimura started watching to see if this man ever blinks, she has some of his best times noted because it was starting to get absurd
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DRPG - EVENT - GET BACK! CAT CAFE CRISIS
4/5 A Third Party Emerges!?
Prinnies suddenly rush in. Will a three-way battle involving the Association for Feline Rights begin?
Prinny Force!
Etna: Hey, what's that supposed to mean?
Rainier: Oh right! This is a serious fight between me and that cat cafe's lackeys. I won't allow anyone to interfere!
Prinny A: Heh-heh, keep talking while you can, dood!
Virunga: Could it be that you are...?!
Prinny B: The era of cats has ended, dood! A new era of us Prinnies is coming, dood!
Prinny C: We, the "Prinny Gang", will take over this cat cafe and make it a Prinny cafe, dood!
Xenolith: They are coming at us!
Etna: You dare disobey me?! You're asking for it now!
Barbara: Rainier.
Rainier: I understand. I don't want them on the loose either. Barbara, let's teach them a lesson they won't forget!
Barbara: Okay, okay... But what exactly is a lesson they won't forget? You should give me a more spec-
Rainier: Enough of this! Can't you just figure it out yourself!?
Stage 1 - Frontiers 1 Stage 2 - Frontiers 2
New Business?
Etna: You really think you stand a chance?
Prinny A: A-At this rate, we'll be done for, dood!
Prinny B: Where's our boss?! Hasn't he arrived, dood?!
Barbara: The Prinnies' boss should just be another Prinny, right?
Rainier: Then let's get rid of the Prinnies' boss and continue our fight.
A voice: Stop right there!!
Prinnies: Boss!!!!
Valvatorez: Cooking sardines took me some time, but finally, the day has come! Cat cafes are outdated. This world is longing for a Sardine Cafe!!
Etna: But this is just an ordinary sardine restaurant, right?
Valvatorez: Nonsense! My sardine cafe will feature customized water tanks so that you can enjoy any kind of sardine you want. No matter where you sit, you will be able see all the sardines. Plus, there will be a sardine petting area! Hehehe, this is the Ultimate Sardine Cafe!
Prinny A: B-Boss? You've never told us anything about this, dood.
Prinny B: We're the Prinny Gang, and we're gonna open a Prinny cafe that allows for close interaction with Prinnies, right, dood?
Valvatorez: Huh? Who said that?
Prinnies: T-That's unfair, dood!!
Prinny A: Boss, what is all this about, dood?! What should the Prinny Gang do, dood?
Valvatorez: Quiet! There's no such thing as the Prinny Gang. And if there was, we'd call ourselves the "Sardine Doods"! You'll be able to enjoy the most expensive sardines! Isn't that great news?!
Prinny B: The most expensive sardines...!
Prinny C: Sounds wonderful, dood!
Etna: You guys are really docile.
Xenolith: Those "Sardine Doods" are the ones who put pressure on you, right?
Virunga: Yeah... They asked me to hand over this cafe to them.
Etna: I guess that chaos was caused by those Prinnies who dream of running a Prinny cafe.
Valvatorez: Enough about the past already. You must be the owner of this cat cafe.
Virunga: Y-Yeah!
Valvatorez: This could be troubling for you, but I'm intending to convert that cat cafe into a sardine cafe.
Virunga: N-No way! I'm here to spread the love for cats! There's no way I can accept your request!
Etna: Wow, Your goals are totally different now.
Valvatorez: Heh, I see. You know nothing about sardines. Since that's the case, I'll show you that compared to cats, sardines deserve more love!!
Stage 3 - Frontiers 3 Stage 4 - Frontiers 4
Sardine Doods
Prinny A: Boss, what is all this about, dood?! What should the Prinny Gang do, dood?
Valvatorez: Quiet! There's no such thing as the Prinny Gang. And if there was, we'd call ourselves the "Sardine Doods"! You'll be able to enjoy the most expensive sardines! Isn't that great news?!
Prinny B: The most expensive sardines...!
Prinny C: Sounds wonderful, dood!
Etna: You guys are really docile.
Xenolith: Those "Sardine Doods" are the ones who put pressure on you, right?
Virunga: Yeah... They asked me to hand over this cafe to them.
Etna: I guess that chaos was caused by those Prinnies who dream of running a Prinny cafe.
Valvatorez: Enough about the past already. You must be the owner of this cat cafe.
Virunga: Y-Yeah!
Valvatorez: This could be troubling for you, but I'm intending to convert that cat cafe into a sardine cafe.
Virunga: N-No way! I'm here to spread the love for cats! There's no way I can accept your request!
Etna: Wow, Your goals are totally different now.
Valvatorez: Heh, I see. You know nothing about sardines. Since that's the case, I'll show you that compared to cats, sardines deserve more love!!
Stage 5 - Sardine Lover vs Cat Lover
Boss - Valvatorez: I'm going to show you the wonders of Sardine Cafe!
At the End of the Battle
Virunga: H-How can this be... This is my love for cats!
Valvatorez: Hm...Hehehehe... I felt your love and passion for cats! And from this fight, I have learned something as well. It's not about cats or sardines, it's about sincere love!
Virunga: Valvatorez…
Valvatorez: Here. Consider this a parting gift. This is for you.
Virunga: What's this...?
Xenolith: A sardine-shaped cookie?
Valvatorez: This fluffy, delicious cookie was baked with dough that contains extra sardines. It has a much higher calcium content than regular cookies and is suitable for all ages. Cat cafe boss! Next time we'll see whose cafe is more profitable!
Virunga: No problem. I accept your challenge.
Valvatorez: All right! Let's go back!
Prinnies: Boss, we're tired, dood…
Valvatorez: Don't worry. Once we've returned home, you'll have fresh and juicy sardines! They'll help you recover in no time.
Prinnies: Ooooohhhhh! We're totally refreshed, dood!!
Etna: What were they up to...?
#etna#xenolith#virunga#barbara#rainier#prinny#valvatorez#get back! cat cafe crisis#disgaea rpg#drpg#disgaea rpg global#drpg global#event
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THE WONDER YEARS
tabitha's parents are both members of doctors without borders, and met when they were both stationed in guatemala. since both her parents had already had careers, and her mother had already been married once, it was a bit scandalous that they got together.
her parents were older than most when they had tabby, her father was 42 and her mother was 40, and only two years later her mom and dad had her younger brother august (augie). all of their lives their parents were still constantly traveling, even with two toddlers in tow.
her mom and dad call her tabby cat, or cat, or kitten, and that’s cute.
even though tabby isn't exactly an “army brat,” she had a fairly similar experience. tabby never remained in one place for long since her parents were constantly being moved for work or just for the love of travel.
tabby on the other hand hated traveling with a passion; she is very organized and needs everything to be scheduled like a year in advance, but here she was being moved from country to country without as much as a few weeks notice.
she was a bright kid, got good grades, had a hard time making and keeping friends though because she knew they wouldn't stay in touch once her family had moved away.
finally when she was thirteen, her parents moved the family to minnesota where they final were settled in for a whole year.
they were so settled in that her and her brother went to summer camp for the first time in their young lives. tabby didn’t connect to it like other kids, and even did make a lot of friends. on the other hand, her brother was all over it and thought it was the best summer ever.
she was already at the max age the first year she went to summer camp, but her brother kept on going back until he maxed out of the age group. while augie threw himself into the world of socialization, while tabitha turned to academics in high school to keep herself occupied.
HELL IS A TEENAGE GIRL
tabby was an academic superstar, got the “most likely to take over the world” superlative for every year she was in high school. she made honor roll, received awards for being in the ninety-ninth percentile for the SAT, and became the president of the debate club.
finally stayed in minnesota because her parents were finally tired of moving every few months, but they still took vacations every year during the summer while her brother was in camp. she never really understood the privilege she had in getting to spend summers on beaches in bali or walking through the halls of the alhambra in spain.
NO TIME FOR ROMANCE OR FRIENDS ONLY SCHOOL. literally, if anyone tried to get close to her she’d hiss like the cat she is. okay, she wouldn't really hiss, but she never gave anyone the time of day for them to get close enough to her.
in senior year was like “OH SHIT WHAT DO I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE?” she got into all of her dream colleges, and chose to go to barnard college after taking a gap year in france (we love a queen who speaks french). but, like, she wasted her scholarships and such on a… communications degree???
literally has no clue who she is and is going through a quarter life crisis hardcore. doesn���t even know if her name is tabby.
"i used to think i'd be done by twenty, now at twenty-nine, the road ahead appears the same though maybe at thirty, i'll see a way to change"
her parents think she is currently doing an internship with one of the bigwig new york publications. she is not, she is currently living off that sweet, sweet scholarship money reading in her local cafe everyday all day to avoid having to deal with real life.
kinda really wants to drop out of college, but can’t tell her parents that or anything because they think she’s some kind of academically driven goddess. plus, if she drops out, she will no longer have a free ride which pays for her housing and other necessities.
finally taking a cue from her parents and becoming spontaneous just so that she can find her path again. tabby has just bought a plane ticket to a random city so she can live her summer out to its fullest potential.
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me, earlier today sat in a quiet cafe surrounded by cats: maybe i should’ve gone back to work today, maybe i’m taking advantage by taking two weeks off, it is an open evening tonight and they’d definitely need the extra help
*checks work email* the plumbing has stopped working, everybody is being sent home, not professional services (my department) though, you need to stay here and get everything ready for the open evening and also answer calls and monitor social media to update about the closure
me: nah actually i shouldn’t be there right now
#i don’t even want to imagine going to back to work#after having to take time off because of burnout and my job demanding too much of me#being dropped right in a small crisis and being expected to do a million things that aren’t my job#sorry to my coworkers but seeing the business manager like#we need you to help get the school building ready for the open evening and also suitable for school tomorrow and also cover reception#on top of your already busy schedules#we’re giving you a free sandwich though#cannot stand that man honestly#beth vs life#anyway long story short self care is spending the afternoon in a cat cafe instead of ruining your own mental health
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Yakuza Hime Shimada Brothers x Fem Reader
This fic was entirely inspired by the little fox spirit we saw in the Overwatch 2 trailer, I hope it came off as coherent enough but I apologise if it rambles a bit all over the place, I’m experiencing withdrawals from my anxiety meds right now ~Bambi
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It wasn’t an ideal situation you’d found yourself in, even if you were in the very place you’d spent months planning and saving to visit just for a couple weeks. Japan.
You were hoping so badly your partner would take the opportunity to finally propose to you, to show some inkling they so much as appreciated you. But instead you found yourself moving your belongings to a separate hotel after he abandoned you at a bar only to turn back up drunk and with two girls ready to replace you…
It was heartbreaking to say the least, after everything you two had been through, after how hard you tried to please him. You never thought he’d cheat. You contemplated simply cutting your trip short and returning home, but that costed money, money you didn’t have. So instead you decided to stay and pray you could avoid your now ex on the flight home.
You tried not to let the thought of him weigh too heavy on your mind as you browsed the shelves of the convenience store for the cheapest but most filling food, but you couldn’t help but curse his name under your breath as you were forced to pick the less than ideal option as usual, you were always sacrificing your wants because of him.
After gathering your items and praying they’d be enough to sustain you for the evening you quietly headed to the counter and smiled as the omnic employee waved you over. “こんばんは” he said with a slight blink to his mechanical eyes.
You knew enough Japanese to register he said good evening, but your short notice duolingo practice did little to remind you of how to reply in turn, “Erm.. hi?” You mumbled out.
“English detected. No need to panic I’m programmed with several dialects thankfully.” He said as he began scanning your items. It was quite common to see omnic workers in the service industry now, they were certainly a lot more efficient when it came to the tourism industry at least. While many people were still distrusting of them due to the omnic crisis, you hoped that through small day to day interactions with the public they’d gradually be accepted by all. Metal or skin, nobody deserved to live in fear like they did.
“O-oh no no, I just forgot how to reply I’m sorry, I’m a little tired.” You sighed. He tilted his head and glanced out the doors, “I feel that, I forgot to charge before work, it is awfully late as well.” He said as he handed you your bag and gestured to the tray specific for card and cash.
“Yeah, I think I’d better hit the hay when I get back to the hotel.” You said as you counted out your total in loose change and placed it in the tray half expecting him to look at you with annoyance, or pity perhaps. But instead he simply took it and placed it in the till before bowing politely without a hint of judgment, “thank you for your patronage. Have a good evening.” He said with an almost friendly blink to his eyes. “Th-thank you, you as well.” You said with a smile before hurrying out into the night.
Kanezaka seemed so different after dark, what was so bright and lively during the day now felt melancholic and oddly, dangerous. The streets were quiet minus the occasional hum of traffic or mild chatter coming from the many bars lining the main road, and the alleyways you were so eager to venture in under the safety of sunlight to explore seemed so cold and sinister, even with the unbearably hot summer atmosphere.
The neon signs that peppered every other shop front from the cat cafe to the surprisingly packed rikimaru ramen seemed to wave about in the humid night air and had it not of been for the storm clouds brewing overhead their light certainly would have been enough to block out the stars. Not that you were looking at any of that, no, your eyes were immediately drawn to the castle atop the hill that overlooked the city and the village of hanamura surrounding it.
You’d been wanting to visit it ever since you’d heard you’d be spending your holiday here, it and it’s temple were famous for their scenic gardens and the fact that it was the only place in Japan that seemed to have Sakura blossoming all year round made it a must see on your tourist list. But now you could barely afford food never mind the entry fee, and under the shadow of a moonless night, it looked far from welcoming.
You sighed staring up at it, you’d been looking so forward to coming here, and now all you wanted was to go home and try to forget the memories that you were certain would forever sour this place for you.
“HELP!”
The word registered in your mind and yet you didn’t hear it, not a human saying it at least, no, you heard, a yelp? A bark? Before you had a chance to question it further you felt a firm tug yank your bag from your hand and your dinner with it, “HEY!” You shouted spinning around expecting to see a person making a break for it with your food, but instead you saw…
A fox.
A glowing, almost transparent, blue fox.
It stood there staring at you as you stared back, your bag hanging from its mouth as it looked off down the street before looking back at you.
“HELP!”
The voice came again as it whined and huffed looking back down the road. “You want me to help you?” You asked, seemingly completely okay with the fact there was a magical fox in front of you. Maybe it was the stress, maybe you’d finally snapped, or maybe this was real, you weren’t sure anymore and right now you didn’t care, it had your food and if helping it got it back then you’d gladly do as it asked.
The fox didn’t give you a moment to fully comprehend what you were seeing anyway, nodded its head and suddenly dashed off down the road taking your dinner with it. It took your brain a moment to catch up with your body and you quickly took chase after it not wanting to lose it or the little food you could afford, “H-HEY WAIT!!” You shouted trying to keep up.
The fox dashed around buildings and through narrow alleyways seemingly only slowing down to make sure you were still following it, your lungs burned and your tired legs ached trying to keep up, you were considering just giving up and going hungry instead, logic began to overtake your brain once more, this couldn’t be real, you’d definitely snapped, but that thought was thrown out the window as you quickly rounded a corner catching the glint of an ethereal tail as it disappeared yet again.
Your feet skidded to a stop as you prepared to turn down another alleyway expecting to see the fox at the other end waiting for you, only to then feel your heart drop into your empty stomach at the sight that greeted you instead.
Three figures marked the scene before you, one on the ground coughing and wincing in pain, a young man with a shock of green hair and a very nice albeit now damp and stained outfit. And then the other two, tall and imposing, thuggish in stature, looming over him as they kicked him mercilessly over and over again making him spit up blood and bile with every impact… They hadn’t noticed you.
You’d always imagined being left frozen in fear in a situation like this, helplessly standing on the sidelines watching as the events unfolded before you. But an unexpected anger bubbled to the surface, maybe it was your hunger, your ex, or the sheer outrage and anger that it was two on one and they didn’t even have the guts to fight fair. You searched about with fury in your eyes for something, anything you could possibly use to level the playing field and in the darkness of the alleyway, you found it.
Your hands found the pipe before your gaze did, it’s cold surface grazed against your finger tips and as if on instinct you took hold of it and reared back to throw, and suddenly the alley was no longer dark. Backlit by a brilliant blue light you hurled forward with the skill of a professional baseball player and as the metal rod left your grasp you watched as the fox spirit leapt after it, it’s form twisting into an explosion of flames as it engulfed your makeshift projectile with its very being turning itself into a flying torrent of fire accompanied by an enchanting howl.
The thugs didn’t get a chance to react, by the time they turned to see what was coming for them it was too late. You watched in awe and horror as it made impact, how it burned their hair and flesh, how they threw themselves to the ground joining the young man they’d so gladly inflicted the same pain upon moments ago, and how their pained screams echoed through the now dim alleyway once more as they clawed at their burning clothes desperately trying to put themselves out.
You were so distracted by their flailing you almost didn’t notice the figure laying next to their thrashing body’s trying to claw his way towards you, to his saviour, not until you heard his soft and understandably raspy voice calling to you with pained urgency as he reached for you with a very broken and trembling hand, “たすけて!” He cried out. “I-I’m sorry I-I don’t I can’t understand you I- I- I daijoubu desu ka?-” you blurted out immediately feeling like an idiot for doing so, of course he wasn’t okay, but in the moment it was all you could think of to bring him any type of comfort as you hurried forward to help him up.
“N-no I’m h-hurt please help me!” He suddenly rasped out in perfect English. You felt a wave of relief wash over you that at the very least you could communicate with him in such a stressful circumstance, even still that relief was quickly replaced with extreme concern as you helped him to his feet and his weight left you staggering back against a wall only to end up pinned by his body as he tried to find his feet, “immnns-sor-rry” he slurred slightly as blood gushed from his forehead, he clearly had a concussion and getting up so fast certainly didn’t help his state any further.
“I-it’s okay hold on I need to-” you paused feeling your pockets for a tissue, a handkerchief, anything to help stop the bleeding, but as you came up short you did the only thing you could think of in the moment and swiftly removed your shirt pressing it to his head, “okay I need you to hold that there and- hold on what are you doi-” you stammered only to be cut off as he sluggishly removed his jacket whimpering in pain as he did so before placing it around your shoulders, “you- you didn’t have to- I’ll be-” he said as he slumped forward again almost smacking his face against the brick wall he’d unintentionally wedged you between.
“I really did youre going to bleed to death if I didn’t put someth-” you said only to be cut off by voices at the end of the alleyway, people seemingly asking if you needed help you first assumed, completely forgetting you were now shirtless, covered in a bloody jacket, next to the now charred and still wailing thugs you’d unintentionally set on fire, and trying to hold up the man they’d been viciously beating, “We’re here please help!” You called out as you moved to help the man towards the voices only for him to suddenly usher you back in the opposite direction.
“H-hey what are you doing?!” You mumbled glancing back as he pushed you further, still leaning on you for support, “move, b-before th-they get us both,” he gurgled before spitting a mouthful of blood onto the pavement. “Get us-” you felt your face pale as you managed to get a decent enough look at the figures running into the alleyway. Dressed just like the two men you’d managed to dispatch of, but so many more of them.
Without a moments further hesitation you used whatever strength you could muster to help him out of the alleyway and into the open street, “where do we g-” you paused seeing a glint of an ethereal blue tail across the street disappearing off behind a building, “there!” You said pointing in the direction before helping him move to which he gladly followed with seemingly blind faith that you had any clue where you were going, the same blind faith you were surely putting into a magical canid you weren’t even sure was real.
Across streets, around corners, through alleys and over train tracks, soon the voices behind you gave way to silence. The only other life you encountered came from the occasional animal, a drunken passer by too hammered to care about your predicament, or the spiritual entity you’d been tailing. You had no clue where you were and yet your new friend seemed to change his gait as you moved further out of the city and up the hill, despite the limp of a broken foot and the evident dizziness he was experiencing, he walking with purpose. And as the more modern buildings gave way to more traditional architecture, it soon became clear where we’re headed.
“You? Live in hanamura?” You asked finally breaking the somewhat uncomfortable silence that had fallen after your harrowing escape. “Mm…” he merely mumbled in response, now seemingly just focused on moving forward and holding himself upright with your help. “D-do you have a phone? We can call someone to help you- if I know where to go I can take you there.” You said glancing up at him. He simply shook his head making your his blood soaked shirt leak a little down his face with the movement. “No need…” he said looking ahead as the castle came into view, and outside it, a very handsome and well dressed man speaking with several others, a search party? You wondered.
“Anija!!” Your new friend called out and let go of you to wave, only for him to lose his balance and fall, hard. Autopilot engaged again, you didn’t even give yourself time to brace for impact, one moment you were standing, the next you were laying under him after cushioning his fall, his head resting on your chest, saved from another concussion but only leaving you more of a mess than he’d already done.
You didn’t get a chance to fully comprehend what had happened before you were surrounded, gentle hands reaching down and pulling the young man from you, and the handsome stranger you now assumed was his older brother, helping you to your feet. “Thank you, I- what happened? I’m so terribly sorry you’ve found yourself in this situation young lady, please forgive my brother for any of his foolishness that lead to this-” he stammered out as he looked you up and down before glancing at his brother and now back at you, “she saved me, the hashimoto clan, they- jumped me, she saved me from them…” the young man mumbled, “You saved?… you saved Genji?… from the hashimoto clan?! And you came out unscathed?!” The older gentleman said in amazement? Shock? You couldn’t really be sure.
“I? I didn’t know who they were, I followed a f-” you paused, unsure if you should mention the possible hallucination that lead you there, “the sound, I followed the sound and saw two men kicking him, and I think I hit a gas leak because I threw a pipe and there was a spark and then they were on fire. I- I helped him get away and now we’re here and I- ” you paused removing his jacket and offering it to him. “I used my shirt to try and stop the bleeding but he gave me his jacket so, here,” you said handing it to him.
He stood there for a moment, his eyes scanning the dirt and blood stained fabric before looking at the lump of now ruined material that was your shirt, before finally looking back at you, “Well I’m afraid I can’t in good conscience let you leave here in such a state as you are, especially after you saved my brother from almost certain death.” He said as he tucked the jacket under his arm before clapping his hands summoning several of the people who’d been standing idle to his side, “prepare a bath and a room for our guest at once. Do whatever you must to ensure her comfort.” He said sternly and with a power to his tone that matched his strong exterior.
“Yes master Shimada!” They declared before quickly surrounding you and ushering you inside past the man you now assumed was called Genji as he was taken to a separate room. “W-wait a minute hold on a second! What’s happening??” You squealed as the maids practically carried you off.
“Master Hanzo owes you a great debt!” One of the servants chimed as they removed your shoes, “you saved master genjis life! His only family!” Another said as they stripped off the rest of your clothes ushering you into the bathroom of the guest suite, “h-hold on nobody owes me anything!” You stammered out as they almost lifted you into the tub before proceeding to scrub every part of you they could get their hands on. “On the contrary the shimada clan owe you more than you could imagine. The very minimum they owe you is a new shirt at the very least!” One mused as she washed the blood from your hair. “I-I’d just be happy with dinner for the night…” you mumbled realising you never did get your shopping back from the fox.
“Oh of course! I’ll go inform the chefs at once!” Another maid said as she set a fluffy robe down beside the tub before hurrying to the door, “oh and what was your name madam?? So we know how to address you during your stay” She asked with a slight tilt to her head, “y/n, I-I’m y/n, b-but really you don’t have t-” you tried to protest their fussing further only for her to nod and disappear out the door before the other maids continued to swarm you with their attention.
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You sighed lounging back into your bed for the evening, it felt heavenly, so soft you could just imagine you were melting into a cloud. Your stomach was full, you were clean, and despite the events of the evening and the trouble that had lead you up to this moment your eyes grew heavy with sleep.
You blinked once, then twice, and slowly you swapped the darkness of the room, for the darkness of your closed eyelids, letting rest creep ever closer, only to then be startled back to consciousness by the rustling of plastic and the pitter pattering of paws… you didn’t need to open your eyes to know the fox had returned you your dinner… at least tomorrow nights meal would be assured, one way or another.
#overwatch#overwatch shitposts#hanzo shimada#genji shimada#Hanzo x reader#Genji x reader#Overwatch x reader#Overwatch fanfic#fem!reader
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OK SO
kitty cat cafe au follows Gregory after Vanny animal control captured his parental guardian (going w mother for now) and he hides just inside the back door of the cat cafe. Moon finds him, takes him to Sun and they try to help him heal a bit better (he has open wounds on his leg and chest, the leg one gets infected).
Not too much planned past there but he ends up chilling w Freddy a bunch (he’s a Maine coon and the Face of the cafe, all the main gang + dca cats are permanent residents. Freddy is worried that Gregory will be thrown back into the street because the cafe owners have had to send most of their cats and kittens to other locations or to be put to sleep due to overcrowding and the kitten crisis
And refs!! Monty is an ex-stray they’ve only gotten recently and Chica is the token ‘fat cat’ that every cafe seems to always have??? And Roxy has Siamese energy (very loud) and Gregory is a tiny tiny organism :P
AWWWW I LOVE THEMMM
That is so great, I love your cat café au 😭😭 good food, that's some scrumptious food. Gregory truly is just a tiny tiny organism
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Payton’s Halloween 2022
Or; Flick Couldn’t Think of a Good Title For This One
Oops. Here, have almost 5,000 words of a Payton fic that was going to be even longer but I ran out of steam to write the next part. Maybe I’ll continue it at a later time.
Based on this post from anony 🐭
CW: (please read) stress, overwork, misgendering resulting in social and (mild) body dysphoria, missing money, existential crisis thoughts, Payton needs to talk to a therapist or something idk, hunger/skipping meals, food, cooking, overindulging, stomach ache, nausea, emeto mention (no actual emeto), stomach noises, (some) belly rubs, flirtatious teasing. I think that’s everything.
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As a recovering people pleaser, Payton probably should have been more prepared for how tough their life would get once they were put in charge.
Sure, the pay increase was great, and seeing their very own key to the cafe on their keyring always made them feel extremely cool. Plus, they could choose not to spend their whole day sweating by the steamer if they had enough baristas on the roster, and that was a welcome change.
But this job was made for people with a lot more backbone.
It had started with Annie. She had penciled herself in for an evening off so that she could see her nephew getting ready to go trick-or-treating for the first time. Payton couldn’t relate, but they understood why that might be important. Plus, Annie was the store manager, and could practically do whatever she wanted. So that was all fair enough.
Dani had also stated ahead of time that she wouldn't be able to work, which was fine; Halloween seemed to pretty much be that girl's Christmas. She’d also been working at S.A. for about three months and this was the first time she’d requested a day off. Again, fair enough.
Jake was still on temporary leave after he'd twisted his ankle in the stock room. Last Payton had seen of him, he’d barely been able to walk without getting tears in his eyes. Again, fair enough.
But then Rachel, the newest hire, had woken up with the flu from hell that morning – at least, according to the brief phone call Payton had had with her at 8:47am. Even if they were naturally cynical and accusatory, Payton didn’t know her well enough to deduce whether she was faking or not. So... fair enough (?).
All of this meant that while S.A. was heaving with zombies and vampires and cat folk eager to get their caffeine fix before the biggest party night of the year, Payton and Paul had been holding down the fort alone.
Only twenty minutes until closing time, Payton told themself as they glanced around the shop.
What were all of these people even still doing here? Payton was no advocate for binge drinking, but it was dark outside – shouldn’t all of these young people have been hitting the pubs and house parties by now? Had upscale coffee overshadowed alcohol culture?
Payton glanced over their shoulder to make sure the queue at the till wasn’t getting too long as they cleaned up. Luckily, Paul’s cappuccino game had improved in the past few months, along with his ability to get orders right, so Payton was able to flit about the store and keep the tables clear as customers left. The cleaner they kept the shop, the sooner they’d both be able to leave after closing time.
Paul was celebrating the day by ringing customers up and brewing coffee while in a skin-tight Superman outfit (which Annie definitely would have vetoed if she’d been working, but which Payton didn’t see a problem with as long as the customers didn’t mind). As far as Payton knew, Paul’s girlfriend had talked him into going to Comic Con that summer, so it was probably left over from that. Paul didn’t seem like the kind of person who had multiple costumes in his wardrobe.
Payton, on the other hand, had been consistently broke for the past year or so, and had had to get a little creative with their costume. An oversized, thrifted black sweater with intentional holes, which they would definitely wear again. Eyeliner that extended all the way back to their temples in the shape of spiderwebs. Two fake spiders made of black pipe cleaners and googly eyes from the pound shop, mounted on a cheap headband that was digging into the backs of their ears.
There was a group of girls huddled at the table by the window, who seemed to have chosen “the off-brand cast of Euphoria” (Payton wasn’t looking forward to cleaning up the glitter from the floor once they left) as their group costume. As Payton looked over, they caught a glimpse of a metal hip flask being passed from one set of hands to another. Then the flask was tipped over the rim of a flat white.
Well, that answered that; kids these days did upscale coffee and alcohol. At the same time, evidently.
A girl with hot-pink glitter on her eyes and cheeks met Payton’s gaze briefly, and fell, giggling, against her friend’s shoulder.
“Ssshh, put it away, put it away!”
They breathed steadily through their mouth as they mopped up a spill at the next table over. If Annie (or Jake, for that matter) had been on, these girls would have been asked to leave already, but Payton was nothing if not a pacifist. As long as nobody was smashing cups or vomiting all over the floor, they were content to let the customers do whatever – especially since they were so close to closing time.
Even if the stench of the liquor would have turned their stomach – had they had the chance to eat anything all day.
And then, something else turned their stomach in a way the alcoholic smell couldn’t. A faint whisper-laugh from the Euphoria table.
“Did she see, did she see?”
The buzzed hair on the back of Payton’s head stood on end. Their binder suddenly felt pointedly tight, restricting their breathing, even though they knew that wasn’t actually happening. Their first instinct was to be harsh on themself – Come on, it’s not like you’re not used to it.
But a softer voice floated to the surface of their mind, accompanied by Autumn’s face; Just because you’re used to it, doesn’t mean it’s okay. That was exactly what she would have said, if she’d been here and overheard the way Payton talked to themself. She was always such an angel when it came to correcting people who misgendered her partner.
Payton thought about turning around and politely informing the Euphoria group that their pronouns were they/them... but then they’d have to reveal the fact that they’d overheard. And it would be obvious that they’d seen the hip flask. It was more awkwardness than they had stamina for. They placed a hand at the base of their ribs and took a breath, and then gave themself permission to let it go. Focus on something else.
Like, god, they were hungry.
God, they were tired.
God, this sucked.
The rest of the evening passed by pretty quickly. Payton avoided passing the Euphoria table again, and felt a little bit of tension release from their chest when the group left. By the time the rest of the café emptied out, and they stopped letting new customers in, Payton was so tired they could barely see straight.
“Is that it? We done?” Paul asked tentatively at the end of the night. He didn’t look much better than Payton felt; he looked less like Superman, and more like someone who had just recently taken a beating from Superman.
“That’s it.”
“Yes.” Paul bounded to the door to turn the open/closed sign. He seemed to make a face at the street through the glass. “Happy Halloween! And good fucking riddance to all! Ah – sorry, boss! I know you don’t like bad language.”
Despite being so drained, Payton half-smiled. Payton was the youngest of the three members of management, and yet Paul never called Jake or Annie boss. Just Payton. They weren’t sure if he realised he was doing it, but it made them feel extremely affirmed.
“You’re all good, Paul.” Payton started to count up the till – something they could do in their sleep at this point. “You seeing Mei tonight?”
“Yeah, I’m meeting her at a house party after this. Gonna have some catching up to do, drink-wise,” Paul grinned. He grabbed a rag and some polish from the cleaning supplies cupboard. “How about you, boss? You seeing the lovely Autumn?”
“I’m not too sure,” Payton admitted, not allowing themselves the luxury of optimism. “She’s out with a friend, and... I’m not really feeling up to spending even more time in an establishment tonight.”
“Yeah,” Paul droned, idly wiping down the front of the display fridge. “Establishments suck.”
“They do,” Payton agreed wholeheartedly. As they weighed pots of coins on the till counter, they glanced over at their co-worker. “Hey, thanks for not calling in sick tonight, even though you had a party to go to. I appreciate it.”
Paul shrugged and offered up a smile that was more of a grimace. “It’s grand. I need the money, to be honest.”
“Well... I can appreciate the honesty as well,” Payton half-laughed.
“It’s also a bit easier to come and work at an establishment when you have a cool boss.”
“Okay, now I feel like you’re just...” Payton was about to jokingly accuse Paul of buttering them up, but their voice trailed off as they finished balancing the till, and the number on the display had the dreaded minus symbol in front of it.
Acid bubbled in their stomach, the pain still teetering somewhere between hungry and ouch. With the sudden spike of stress, it was definitely veering closer to ouch.
“Son of a biscuit.”
“What?” Paul popped up from in front of the till with his rag and spray. “What’s wrong?”
“Till error.” Payton drew a deep, slow breath.
The colour drained from Paul’s face. “Aw, shit, did I fuck something up?”
“Everyone makes mistakes on the tills, Paul. Even me. Even Annie. I’m sure you accidentally put a card transaction through as cash or something.” Payton forced a smile, though they could tell it looked shaky. They came out from behind the countertop and headed over to the door. “I’ll sort it out. You go on home.”
Paul held one arm around himself. “Are you sure?”
“Definitely!” Payton turned the key in the door. “I’m sure it’ll be an easy fix.”
The till error was not an easy fix.
The records for the card machine on the till system matched the records on the payment machine. That meant that there was a forty-euro error that Payton couldn’t explain, not without checking the cameras in the back room, and Annie was the only one who had access to those.
They didn’t suspect that Paul had stolen the money from the tills – he wasn’t dishonest enough to do that, or even stupid enough to take such a suspiciously clean amount – but it was very possible that he’d gotten so flustered during the evening rush that he’d handed back too many bills when giving out change.
Payton would just have to explain to Annie tomorrow that the shop had been too busy for only two staff members to be on duty. Paul had had a ridiculous amount of customers, and Payton had been too busy to supervise him. When employees were overwhelmed and stretched too thin, mistakes were bound to happen. Paul would probably still get an earful, and either he or Payton would have the error deducted from their wages.
As they got ready to close up and leave, Payton could only think about two things; the way Paul had said that establishments suck (they did), and the acidic gurgling in their too-empty belly.
Payton flopped down miserably at the table, burrowing their head deep into their arms. They weren’t sure why they’d come to the living area, instead of going straight to their room and throwing themself onto their bed. That was their usual routine when they’d had a particularly tiring or unpleasant day.
Maybe they’d unconsciously been hoping somebody would be here, someone they could vent to and be comforted by.
But the apartment was uncharacteristically quiet. Lucy and Donnacha must have each gone out already, and even if Henry was in his room, Payton wasn’t about to go and seek him out to complain to him. Henry had enough on his plate these days.
And so, their only company was a plastic Jack O’Lantern full of little Halloween sweets, which Lucy had placed there. Payton couldn’t remember if any kids had come trick-or-treating to the flat last year, but they assumed the candy was just for decoration. As though the tinsel and paper bats and twinkling lights along the top of the fireplace weren’t decoration enough.
They lifted their head slightly, dabbing at their eyes with their sleeves when they realised that tears fogged up their vision. RIP to their cool spiderweb eyeliner.
They were so tired their bones ached. They were so hungry and yet their stomach felt too tightly wound for them to even think about making dinner. But most of all, they couldn’t stop questioning their life choices.
They adored working at S.A., but if they were going to survive as a store manager, they would need to start saying no when people asked to book days off. The thought of disappointing anybody, or causing them stress, or giving them reason to badmouth Payton behind their back... it made them break out in a sweat.
Maybe... Maybe they didn’t really enjoy the job after all. Maybe they were simply satisfied with keeping themself in a moderate state of anxiety and misery. They knew they had a tendency to punish themself for no reason, so maybe this was a manifestation of that...
Their stomach growled so loudly that Payton looked around the room, just to check that it was, indeed, their stomach. They shouldn’t have been surprised, really; they hadn’t eaten a thing since their bowl of cereal that morning, and it was already nine o’clock at night.
With minimal interest, they pulled the plastic Jack O’Lantern a little closer and fished out the nearest chocolate. Their mind flicked through GIF-like snippets of their day. Rachel calling in sick. The missing cash. The Euphoria wannabe with the pink glitter.
Did she see, did she see?
Payton made a face as they popped the chocolate into their mouth. The initial sting of being misgendered had melted into annoyance, now that they were alone and there was no chance they’d have to confront or correct anybody. Some days, it felt like they could wear nothing but a giant potato sack and a neon sandwich board that read “they/them”, and it still wouldn’t do any good. Payton liked how they looked, though. They liked how they’d looked that day. That was what mattered, right?
Even though they had done nothing on the tram ride home but stare at their phone, Payton opened up Instagram and began to doom-scroll. A small smile crossed their lips as they glimpsed a mirror selfie of Autumn and Claudette in a night club bathroom. She seemed to be having a good night, at least.
Payton felt a little better as they tore open a second sweet, finding caramel in the centre of this one. They kept scrolling through Halloween selfies and LGBTQ+ news articles and inspirational speech videos. Their next chocolate was plain. Next had some nuts chopped up and mixed in. Next was a bit too chewy for their liking, but they struggled through and ate it anyway. They circled back to the caramel flavour. They saw a short video of Paul (as Superman) doing a bright green shot with his girlfriend, Mei (as Wonder Woman).
Payton paused to lick chocolate from their lips and felt their stomach growl again. This time, they felt it pointedly churn, as though it was unhappy about what it’d been offered in place of dinner. They laid their phone down. Maybe it was time to plan some kind of a meal.
They had bought some fusilli pasta earlier in the week, they remembered, and their mouth watered; as much as they didn’t want to do anything but wallow, a bowl full of carbs suddenly sounded like the most perfect idea that had ever been concocted.
They took one piece of chocolate – dodging the weird chewy ones that they could now recognise by the colour of the wrapper – with them into the kitchen. They unwrapped and chewed it while they waited for the kettle to boil.
Autumn would be scowling at them if she knew they weren’t incorporating any vegetables into their dinner. Hmm. There might have been some spinach left over from their last grocery run, but that was something that Lucy or Donnacha were likely to have stolen by now...
Well, check! Autumn would have insisted.
Payton opened the fridge and was more disappointed than happy to see the packet of deep green leaves waiting for them, right where they’d left it.
“No excuse now, is there, babe?” Payton asked softly, even though Autumn wasn’t there to hear. Yikes. It’d been less than two days since they’d last seen each other, and here Payton was, creating ghosts of her to help themself make good decisions.
By the time their pasta was bubbling on the hob, Payton wanted more chocolate, so they went and grabbed the whole plastic pumpkin from the table and set it on the kitchen countertop. They continued picking away at the sweets as they chopped up their spinach.
They didn’t realise how many they’d eaten until they picked up a chewy one, dropped it back into the pumpkin, and then fished out another one of the same colour.
Payton frowned and peered inside, mouth opening in surprise to see that the thing was half-empty. They’d been tossing the empty wrappers straight into the kitchen bin, so it hadn’t been obvious that they’d been piling up.
“That’s enough of that,” they murmured to themself. They picked up the plastic pumpkin and took it back to the living room, positioning it on the table like before.
It was only on their walk back to the kitchen that they felt the first pinch of discomfort in their belly, and they dismissed it in favour of checking on their food. A pocket of air shifted beneath their ribs and they did a couple of shallow burps. Their belly settled, just a little. They just needed something proper to eat. The distraction of preparing dinner had already eased a lot of the lingering stress of the day, so they could only imagine what wonders eating it would do.
The only thing Payton stole was a jar of tomato-based sauce which belonged to Lucy. She wouldn’t be needing it tonight, and they could easily replace it for her tomorrow.
Their belly gurgled while they were combining the sauce and the spinach and mixing it all through. They were surprised that they could still be hungry after so many sweets, if they were being honest.
But as they poured the pasta, sauce, and spinach into a bowl, Payton’s stomach burbled again, and this time, they couldn’t convince themself any longer than those were hungry sounds.
Payton felt sick.
They sat down at the table again, under the condemning glare of the plastic Jack O’Lantern, and begrudgingly stabbed up a forkful of pasta. They almost gagged while chewing, but they tried a few more bites before giving up. Yep. That had been too many sweets, and this was a proper belly ache.
There was nothing for it but to wrap their bowl in cling film, pop it in the fridge, and go curl up in bed.
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Payton must have stared at their bedroom wall for a solid half hour, knees pulled up as they curled up on their side, arms wrapped around their waist. They made a mental note (and mentally underlined it a couple of times) that their bin was just at the other side of their bedside locker, and would be just outside of reaching distance from the bed if they needed to puke. They were too shaky and afraid to move to pull it any closer.
They just swallowed again and again, since swallowing was their only weapon against the torrents of acidic foulness that kept sneaking up into the back of their throat.
Their miserable meditation was only broken when their phone vibrated. They had shoved it thoughtlessly into their pocket before making their defeated trek from the living area to their bedroom.
“Ugh, what?” Payton unwrapped one arm and fished their phone out. Even that small amount of movement unsettled their stomach contents. Their throat burned. Their eyes burned, too, as they activated their phone screen to see what had happened.
There was a photo and a message from Autumn.
The photo showed the plastic skull that Lucy had hung on the front door to the apartment on October 1st.
And the message read:
A: Trick-or-treat! 🍬✨
Payton shot upright on their bed. Their mouth flooded with a taste like the evil version of orange juice, and their belly sloshed, but they barely cared. Their heart pounded as though they were about to have their first date with somebody, not open the door to their established partner.
Until now, they hadn’t let themself get their hopes up that Autumn would stop by, but now that she had, they’d gone from miserable to giddy in 3.5 seconds.
Or maybe this was a sugar rush setting in. Either way, it gave them the burst of energy they needed to swallow their nausea and go to the front door. They couldn’t go quite as quickly as they’d have liked to; their stomach ache made sure that they couldn’t straighten their back fully or move their feet too fast.
It was a little unsettling at first, seeing Autumn in so much black – she was usually the one whining that Payton wore too much black. When it came to clothing, she usually held firm that black was an acceptable colour for shoes and tights, and nothing else.
But tonight, she was in a long black skirt and blouse, a black choker, and a long, pointy hat.
“About time you answered!” She grinned widely, reaching out with a gloved hand and gently poking Payton in the side. “I was about to egg your house.”
“Sorry,” Payton murmured. They laid a hand protectively over the spot on their belly where Autumn had poked them. The poke hadn’t actually hurt, but they couldn’t help worrying that their sickly stomach contents would finally become dislodged. “I... I was in bed. I wasn’t expecting trick-or-treaters.”
“No? Well, witch is it gonna be, cutie? Trick...” Autumn lifted one hand above her head, striking a silly, uncharacteristic pose on the threshold. “Or treat?”
Payton tried their best to look dumb, which wasn’t too difficult considering they were 1) nauseous beyond belief, and 2) flustered by their beautiful girlfriend doing a cute pose. When they didn’t react, Autumn broke character and pointed to her hat.
“Because - because I’m a witch tonight.” She wriggled her eyebrows. “Witch is it gonna be?”
“I thought you were a witch all along, babe.”
She half-turned her head and narrowed her eyes at them, intrigued and suspicious.
“Because you always look so enchanting,” Payton explained.
“Ugh.” Autumn shook her head as she stepped inside, a huge grin splitting her face. “You’re such a cheeseball. And cheeseballs are not appropriate Halloween candy.”
“No,” Payton groaned. They rubbed a hand across their belly. “Um, can we stick to the witch jokes? I don’t feel like talking about food right now. Especially candy.”
“Why?” Autumn eyed them up and down. She pursed her lips when she saw how they were nursing their stomach. “P, what’d you do?”
Payton sighed. It was easier to just show her. They gestured for Autumn to follow them through to the living area. On the way, she took off her witch’s hat.
Payton lifted the plastic pumpkin from the table and held it out towards Autumn. She frowned and peered down into it.
“This was full when I got home.”
Autumn’s mouth dropped open. She laid her hat down on a chair.
“Now my belly hurts and I feel sick.”
“Ohhhh,” Autumn cooed sympathetically. “Oh, baby. I didn’t know you were going as an idiot for Halloween!”
Payton pushed out their lower lip. “You’re so mean to me.”
“You’re mean to yourself!” Autumn chided, and Payton couldn’t argue with her. She ushered for them to lean their head into her shoulder. She smelled faintly of alcohol and cigarettes – club smells – but they could still make out the scent of her coconut oil shampoo.
Her hand smoothed over their back, instantly coaxing up a tight bubble of air. Payton turned their head to the side to belch. A shudder ran through their entire body.
“Baby.” Autumn clicked her tongue. “Your poor belly. Shall we go and lie down?”
“I’d like that. Are you hungry, though? I made some pasta that I couldn’t eat.”
“No, I’m fine. Claudette and I had dinner at around seven.”
“Right...” Payton blinked as they lifted their head. They hadn’t even bothered to ask Autumn why she’d ended up coming here, and before eleven p.m., no less. “Is there any particular reason you guys left the club so early?”
“Yeah, Claude was in a funny mood. She wanted to go home early.” Autumn gave a stiff little shrug. Her mouth shrunk into a small line like it did when she was clenching her jaw and trying to look less worried than she actually was.
Payton frowned and scooped her into a hug. “If something is up, I’m sure they’ll let you know about it when they’re ready.”
“Mmm. Yeah.” Autumn’s throat vibrated as she hummed against Payton’s shoulder. “Hope so. I just feel –”
A rapturous grumble came from Payton’s stomach as Autumn was pressed against them in the hug. It sounded like a bad sound effect from a comedy film. Payton burrowed their face into Autumn’s hair again, face blazing with heat.
Autumn let out a shaky laugh as she pulled back. “Okay, wow. I felt your belly churn.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did! I felt it flip right over, right against mine.”
“No,” Payton groaned mournfully.
Autumn laid the palm of her hand across the centre of Payton’s stomach. It didn’t appear overly bloated with their sweater pulled down over it, but on the inside, it felt like a ball of paper mache that was just starting to harden. It let out a few more gurgles, but thankfully nothing that could have potentially disturbed the neighbourhood.
“Lots going on in there, huh?” Autumn worked a gentle circle across Payton’s belly with the heel of her hand. The pressure felt like absolute bliss; like the first few seconds of a hot shower on a cold day. “Come on, silly, let’s get you to bed.”
“Mmph.” Payton massaged their own stomach as Autumn took their hand and led the way to their room, as though she were the one who lived there. “I think I’m probably gonna die.”
Autumn snorted. “You are not going to die. You’re going to lead a long life, annoying me and being a disaster.”
They just had to muster a little smile at that. “Yay.”
#Lucyverse Payton#Lucyverse Autumn#stomach ache#stomach ache fic#stress fic#angst fic#angst and comfort#hurt and comfort#misgendering mention#nonbinary OC#overworked sickee#stressed sickee#overeating fic#food mention#OC sickfic#Halloween sickfic#Halloween 2022
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Trash
Aliases:Cat ninja, weird dog(by Happy), Pretty Princess Preciouspaws(real name)
Age:29(in cat years), 3(in human years)
Affiliation:the cat clan(formerly), M-Bark(currently)
Occupation: member of Pluto, Stealth officer
Species: Korat(cat)
Gender:male
Eye color: green on left and yellow on right
Appearance:Trash is a Korat, bearing blue-gray fur with silver tips. He is shown to have a skinny, lean build due to being a stray cat trying to survive in the streets. He also had an ear notch and a scar underneath his right eye.
Stray:he wears a black tattered cloak, dark brown baggy pants with holes on the left side and patches on right side, black wrappings around his waist, knees and feet and black fingerless gloves.
Disguise:his dog disguise included a dog mascot head and a fake dog tail. For clothes, he wears a black jumpsuit with chest armor, armored gloves, leg protectors and armored boots. He also wears a utility belt that contains gadgets and weapons.
Personality: At first glance, Trash comes off as sarcastic, easily irritable, cynical, apathetic, and callous to his core with evident social awkwardness, which usually makes him unable to establish a connection with those around him. He appears to be a quiet and aloof loner who prefers to focus on his goals, survival, duties and missions over having fun and slacking off. He gives snarky answers to dodge questions, and it evolved into general sarcasm.
While Trash is very caustic of others and often refuses their help whenever he is in danger, it's clear he doesn't wish anyone inherently bad (most of the time) and simply tries to solve his problems the one way he can. It’s clear he's very lonely and the reason he joined the M-Bark is that he thought they were sapient animals like him and he has nowhere to go. A lot of his character flaws can be traced back to his dark past which gave him an existential crisis about how and why he is a cat who isn’t supposed to turn sapient like the dogs.
He is shown to be extremely secretive about his real identity as a cat and fears he might be kicked out and return to earth to be experimented on by humans if the dogs find out about his secret. This led to him growing to be very paranoid about what the dogs might do to him if his secret slipped out.
Trash appears to be averse to physical affection, only dishing it out himself on rare occasions, but seems to begrudgingly accept it from others.
Throughout the series, there are hints he's sometimes able to exhibit the more human and caring side of him, like establishing a genuine friendship with Garbage. He is the stealthy spy of the Pluto crew, as he is intelligent, logical, resourceful, and street smart.
Voice headcanon:Steven Yeun
Backstory: Trash was born in a cat cafe surrounded by cats and the sweet smell of coffee. Life was wonderful and peaceful for him. He plays with cat toys, spends time with his friends, has a lot of naps, gets fed and is treated kindly by humans. But the happiness didn’t last long. At night, one careless employee had left the stove turned on and the cat cafe was set on fire. Most of the cats(Including Trash) are lucky enough to escape out of the burning Cat Cafe. He sadly watched the Cat Cafe being destroyed as he ran with the surviving cats. He spent his days surviving in the streets with the cats and scavenging for food. At night when he is scavenging for food, his life changed forever when a mysterious scientist kidnapped him and put him in the cat crate. He and the captured animals are taken to the man’s lair where they get tested and experimented on for months in order to become “superior soldiers to the dogs”. Trash succeeded in escaping from the lab and tried to search for his fellow cats in the streets while hiding from the humans. Unfortunately, all the cats are scared off by his talking and walking like a human They ran off leaving Trash to become a lonely outcast among the cats. After a month of surviving in the streets and avoiding humans, Trash saw the news from the television shop. It was about a dog space force to save humanity. Trash decided to join the M-Bark because his newfound sapience makes him no longer fit in with the cats. But he needed a dog disguise first. He managed to find a clever dog disguise by scavenging stuff from the trash. He then breaks into the P.R.A.T.S base and steals one of the ships to fly to space. After a lot of searching throughout the galaxy, Trash later found the M-Bark ship and went in. He then blends in with dogs thanks to his disguise. He was going to join Venus but ended up joining Pluto instead.
Trivia:
1. His favorite hobby is taking a relaxing bubble bath while drinking milk tea. He sometimes watched internet videos or read manga.
2. His favorite food is tuna lasagna.
3. His room had a litter box, a scratching post, a few cat toys and a collection of books.
4. Before learning about the dogs going to space, He spent his days collecting and scavenging stuff in the trash cans.
5. Trash is the name he chose when he joined the M-Bark. He admitted he is not very creative at naming but he pretty much prefers “Trash” over his overly embarrassing real name.
6. His scar comes from one of the fights he had in the streets.
7. He named himself after the trash can he used to live in. Again, he is not very good at naming.
8. His fighting is similar to Nail from the 2017 animated short film, Alleycats.
9. He is afraid of fire and labs because it reminded him of his past. He is also afraid of hospitals because not only they give her bad vibes of the lab he was tested in but he does not want to risk the chance of someone finding out that he's physically a cat not a dog.
10. Secretly had a gay crush on his captain but stubbornly denied it.
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