#like come here i got collars and hello kitty shit

[monster-toy]

Need to find me a transmasc friend who will also just fuck me from time to time ya know?

[just-some-random-blogger]

can i have a fluff where the reader realizes that morpheus has turned into a cat (because he likes to adopt that form from time to time in his room) and instead of freaking out like he expected, she immediately cuddles up to him because she's a cat lover and she starts hugging and kissing him, plus if she also gives him the nickname of meowpheus

Please?

Hello There!

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: "I LOVE CATS" -you (also me)

Word Count: >700

Warnings: kitty meow meow dream (real), touch deprived!dream, gender neutral!reader, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: MEOWPHEUS T_T omg that's so cute <3 thank you for this req. i did change a detail tho, i hope you like it still <3 also i totally agree that if dream where a cat, he'd be a big mainecoon 10000% Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

"You do know instead of spying on like a creep-"

"I'm not spying, I am observing."

"... like a creep! You could just go and-"

Matthew croaks from the top of the signage when the door flies open.

I huff as I throw my trash into the dumpster. I then look out into the damp street, glistening under the shine of the streetlights. I call out to the kitties I usually feed at this time, though I knew they probably wouldn't come, cause it had just rained a few moments ago.

But then, I spot the large cat, walking over to me with purpose.

"Great Scott, you are a big one!" I gasp.

The black cat is unfazed, continuing to walk over.

"You hungry, kitty cat?" I bend down slightly, trying to see if the kitty had a collar, but to no avail. I half expect the cat to meow at me. No, there was only silence.

There was something oddly familiar about this cat, perhaps the cutie belongs to my neighbor? Nah... that's not it. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

Matthew watches from the signage on the other side of the street, wondering why Dream hasn't spoken yet, but then again, this is the first time he's come in his cat form. Maybe he's got sense not to freak the living ghost out of-

I squeal, making the black cat reel back. I crouch to my knees, "shit, sorry, you're just so fluffy and cute. GAH!" I sigh, slowly coming over to the creature, "you must be super hungry."

I reach out to the feline, to my surprise, I am met with a cheek rubbing against my hand. My heart explodes at the cuteness, "okay, okay, gimme a sec."

Dream watches his lover run into the back door.

"Here!" I say once I come back out with a can of opened cat food. I put the object down, crouching a few feet away from the feline. The kitty walks over to me in caution, sniffing at the food before reeling back and looking at me in disgust.

I scoff, "tough crowd. You must be a prissy house cat," I get to my feet, "no matter, the strays will come and eat this if you don't want to."

A shiver runs down my spine when I think I hear a voice whisper out 'you are a kind soul'.

I shake my body, "weird."

The black cat sits and observes me as I call out for the stray cats.

The next moment, they are upon me, meowing for food, rubbing against my leg for cuddles.

"Hello there, cuties!" I say, as three cats swarm over, eagerly heading for the food.

I bring out two more cans of cat food and pour out some kibble on the street for them as well. At one point, there are a total of six cats in front of me. The black furred cat only watches the 5 when they eat. I make a face at the creature, "how very cat of you."

For a moment, there is only the sound of cats eating.

Much like her ritual, a kitty, I called Ruby, comes up to me after eating and rubs against my leg. I coo and pick her up, offering some cuddles to her, uncaring that she was a stray, "hey there, pretty girl. I'm glad you came to pay your dues."

I look out to the cats, "y'all, take notes!"

The next moment, I hear a deep meow, laced with purrs, and I turn down and see the black cat staring up at me with wide, blue eyes.

I snort, putting Ruby down, narrowing my eyes at the seemingly jealous kitty, scratching lightly at my pants. I crouch next to it, "you just wanted cuddles, now, did you?"

The cat stands, pressing paws on my shoulder, rubbing their head against my face, taking me off-guard. I nearly fall on my butt when I reel back. A string of giggles leave my lips, "okay, okay, I get it!"

I gather the kitty into my arms with a grunt. He is so large that it actually takes some strength to carry him. I huff, "what a big, healthy boy!"

I squeeze him tighter into my arms, both because he was so fluffy and soft, and because I was afraid I might drop him.

His purrs are so deep and loud, I can feel them echoing in my body.

"You know... you kind of remind me of my boyfriend," I casually say.

A genius thought comes into my mind.

"I'll call your Morpheus!" I smile, "MEOWPHEUS!" I cheer, rocking him in my arms, "HOMAYGOSH, I cannot wait to show you to him!"

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

I wrote a little something for @lesservillain Strange and Spooky stories. 🐈‍⬛🧡

Prompt: Black Cat - When a bunch of kids were chasing around a black cat, your muse decides to save the day…by bringing it home. WK: 1.2k

Warnings: Implied sexual content but no actual smut annnnd that’s it, just Eddie being cute n sweet to a lil kitty in need.😉🧡

Eddie was sitting on the front steps of his trailer enjoying a smoke when he heard high pitched laughter and the sound of feet on gravel. He figured it was the kids that lived a row over rough housing so he brushed it off.

But then he heard it getting closer and when he looked to his left he saw a little black cat running straight towards him with a gang of kids in tow. The cat looked panicked as the kids ran after it squealing.

The ball of black fur kept running until it was directly under the step he was sitting on, looking up at him. Its bright green eyes were nearly consumed by the black of its pupils, Eddie couldn’t help but think they looked almost human.

“Hey! Give us that cat!” One of the boys yelled as they approached.

“Is this your cat?” Eddie questioned the boy with a raised eyebrow.

“We found it first! Finders keepers!” The girl next to him stomped her foot, a slight lisp in her voice due to her two missing front teeth.

“Well, I think you guys might be scaring it. You always want to approach cats slowly and quietly if you want them to like you. Why don’t you try calling it over, calmly.” Eddie gave the kids a reassuring smile, he knew they didn’t mean any harm, they were just excited.

The smaller boy who hadn’t spoken up yet crouches down so he could see the cat hiding under the step.

“Here kitty, come here kitty.” He pats his small hand against his leg in an attempt to lure the cat out.

“You aren’t doing it right!! Do it like this!” The little girl walks closer until she’s just a few feet from the steps and crouches down with her head tipped to the side.

“Hey cat! Come out of there! I wanna pet you!” She smacks her hand against the ground and the cat hisses, burrowing itself further into the shadows of the stairs.

“I don’t think it’s going to come out you guys, maybe come back later and try again? It might calm down a bit.” He just wants these kids to leave him and this poor cat alone at this point.

“Whatever, my mom says you’re weird and I shouldn’t talk to you anyway, that cat is probably weird because it likes you.” The older boy sticks his tongue out before turning on his heel with his companions in tow.

Eddie rolls his eyes and scoffs, even the kids in this town give him shit. Ridiculous.

“Meow.”

“Hello there.” Eddie perked up, tilting his head to try and get a better look at his new furry friend. “I’m sorry those kids were bugging you, guess they ended up bugging both of us.”

He chuckles, almost feeling ridiculous for talking to this cat like it would understand him.

But something about the way the cat was looking at him almost made him feel like it did.

“Well, I’m gonna head inside now kitty. You can hide there as long as you want.”

He got up, stamping out his cigarette under his sneaker before brushing his hands on his jeans. But before he could walk up the steps the cat walked cautiously out from under them. Looking back and forth like it was checking that the cost was clear.

“You’re all good, those kids are gone. For now at least.” He smiled at the cat, crouching down and offering his hand for it to sniff.

The cat approached him slowly, holding eye contact with him the entire time until it was right in front of him cautiously sniffing his hand. After a second it seemed to have deemed him safe and rubbed its head against his hand, allowing him to scratch behind its ears.

Eddie felt around for a collar that might indicate that the cat belonged to someone but he found nothing.

“Hmmm… you don’t seem to belong to anyone, what're you doing here, huh? You got a name? I’m Eddie.”

“Meow”

It was giving him that look again, and the way that it’s head shook up and down against his hand almost felt like it nodded at him.

“Are you a girl kitty? You kinda seem like a girl.” He raised his eyebrow as he continued running his hands through the soft black fur.

“Meow.”

Again the cat's head seemed to almost nod.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Well, what am I gonna do with you? It’s kinda cold out here… I don’t know what I have that you would wanna eat but you could come inside and get warm?”

He wanted to laugh at himself for talking to this cat like she understood him, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that she did.

She purred, meowing again before jumping up the stairs to stand in front of the door, looking at him expectantly. He chuckled at the cat's odd behavior as he walked up to the door, pulling it open for her.

She scurried inside, immediately jumping up on the couch to sit on her hind legs. She stared at him, cocking her head to the side almost like she was studying him.

“Well… I’ll uh, see if I can find you something to eat, want some water?”

He brought his hand up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck, not sure what to do now that the cat was inside just staring at him like that. This time there was no questioning if she nodded her head or not, it was plain as day, humanlike.

“Okay…”

Eddie shook his head as he walked into the kitchen, maybe the cat didn’t nod, a cat with human eyes? He’s being ridiculous, that shit Rick gave him really was strong. He turned on the sink to fill a small bowl with water and just as he started to fill it he saw purple smoke billowing in from the other room.

“What the-!?”

He ran through the smoke into the living room, not even thinking about if it could be some kind of toxin but his steps came to a halt when the couch came into view.

Sitting where the cat just had been was single handedly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and she was fucking naked.

“Hello Eddie, I am a girl, and I do have a name by the way.” She told him her name, and it was beautiful, just like her voice, just like the rest of her.

His jaw dropped and he stuttered, trying to find the words to respond but his brain was going a mile a minute and he couldn’t settle on a single thought.

“Thank you for helping me by the way, I really appreciate it. Let me return the favor.”

She approached him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, giving him that look that he now knows is human, at least to some extent. There was no way he wasn’t dreaming right now.

But when she dropped to her knees in front of him, when he devoured her, and ravaged her, the way their bodies touched to some extent until the sun came up and he couldn’t stay awake anymore. There was no way it wasn’t real, and if it wasn’t, he didn’t want to know.

When he woke to the late morning sun beaming in on his face, he was alone, his bed empty. He would’ve believed it was a dream after all if it wasn’t for the scratch marks on his chest and the little silver bell sitting on the pillow next to him.

[chocoshrooms]

Sorry for asking again but I hc that kagekao can shapeshift and I was wondering if you think that too if you do can you make a few scenarios about it

:: KAGEKAO as a shapeshifter (short scenario) ::

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Kagekao does not typically spend a whole lot of time at the residence where most of the creeps tend to stay. He is one of the creeps that is “in and out”, “stay a little while”, then dip out to do his own thing out in the world. That is why most of the creeps do not know Kage’s “powers” (if you can call them that). Kagekao is usually labeled just as the annoying wine drinking prankster demon. He finds this hilarious. But, Kage is kind of a show off. If he likes you, he will tell you more about what he can do. Or on the other hand, he will choose to scare the shit out of you just for laughs and giggles.

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You woke up sometime around noon, groggily getting yourself out of bed to start the day. You had plenty of paperwork to go through (thanks to Brian), so you thought it was best to sort through some of the papers before joining everyone for lunch. Lunch already? Wish I didn’t miss breakfast. Your growling stomach missed having that meal.

You took at seat at your desk chair, leaning into the plushness of the pillows under your body. The stack of papers looked way bigger than before now that you are actually going to do something about them. Sighing and giving your back the crack it needed, you got to work filling in some blanks.

You did not know how much time had passed before you heard a soft knock coming from the bedroom door- TAP TAP- uh no, window?

Curious, you stood from the comfort of your chair, enough to give the curtains a little tug so you could look out. You were more startled than anything, your room was on floor three, who would be able to get up there??

Looking out, you noticed something sitting by your window staring right back up with you with big, curious eyes.

“Uh… kitty?” You questioned to no one.

Confused, but more concerned for the feline, you unlatched the locks to your window and pulled it upwards, the light breeze from outside tickling your face as it blew through the opened space. The cat simply walked over and jumped onto the windowsill as if it knew what to do already.

“Uhm, hi?” You whispered, hearing the soft purrs coming from the cat, who now started patting their front paws against the windowsill. The cat did not respond- of course it wouldn’t.

“Hello.”

Wait, what? Wait… did that cat just speak?

You could not help yourself from jumping and taking at least ten steps backwards, almost tripping over the shoes next to your bed. No way this just happened. You definitely have met way more bizarre creatures here, including some of the creeps, but nothing like a normal looking cat speaking to you.

“Why have you chose me to speak to? I KNEW IT. Just like when my childhood pet Hammy the hamster spoke to me and no one believed me!” You squealed, picking yourself back up and scrambling over to the cat.

Their soft black fur was long and well kept, you reached towards them to give a couple pats to their head to which they leaned into, a soft purr coming from them. That’s when you noticed a collar underneath their fur, almost surrounded by it but barley noticeable. It was a dark black leather, hard to see from far away. You gently picked up the cat (which they surprisingly allowed), and placed them in your lap to better view the collar.

Carved into the leather was a name. Kage.

“Kage,” you repeated out loud, “uh, like Kagekao? Do you belong to him by chance?”

“Not belong,” you jumped when the cat spoke again, “I am him, silly.”

Quicker than the cat could think, you were tossing them away from you and onto the bed.

“No way! You can shapeshift? Kagekao, really? I thought I was having a moment there!” You felt like ripping your hair out.

Almost instantly, black smoke filled the area around the cat and Kagekao appeared himself, laughing.

“I got you good darling, didn’t I? The look on your face is priceless!” Kagekao was sitting on your bed, his legs crossed at the knees. You wanted to punch him so bad.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I hate your dumb pranks, they’re not even funny.”

“Ah Darling, don’t be that way!” Kagekao cooed, patting the bed beside him to ask you to sit. You shook your head and he laughed.

“Now, was it Hammy, right? What happened with him?”

Your face burned in embarrassment and you went straight to pushing the demon off your bed, then trying to shoo him out your room. “Just leave me alone!” You yelled, pushing to no avail.

Kagekao picked at you some more while slowly etching towards the door, allowing your to open it and push him out. “Don’t be this way, Darling! It was just a little joke-“ you closed the door before he could go on. His laughter echoed down the hallway.

That was embarrassing. You thought, you definitely have to get him back soon.

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I ONLY did one scenario, but i can do more if you’d like, just ask! my mind went blank so i just posted this one before i forgot to post and before my baby wakes up for the day :’) thanks for requesting! y’all checkout my page and let me know what else you’d like to see! i have no requests as of right now so don’t be afraid to ask for something, it’ll be out next if you do ask! thanks for reading 🍫🍄. <3

[baraqi]

enha’s reaction to a s/o who loves plushies

this has been marinating in my drafts n i just finished it so here’s some fluff

heeseung

loves ittt. prolly would give u his if he was cleaning out his things and finds one he can do without but wants it to go to a special home. bc who would take care of them better than his own special girl/boy? which then ends up being ur favorite and taking a spot on ur bed like a king. and it makes his heart all fuzzy seeing u fall asleep with it in ur arms or treating it so gently. almost jealous bc he wants to cuddle u while u sleep :’). so he’ll carefully move it up so it’s still in ur reach but allowing him to slip next to u n gives u a kiss on ur forehead while u snuggle into his chest.

jay

thinks it’s adorable. knows all of their names, where u got them, which ones u sleep with most, he’s got this shit DOWN. starts to have his own favorites too. if ur watching movies or smth u both grab one or a few to keep alongside. “nono i need stitch i always have him🙄” and would buy a lot of the bigger ones/ones that can be used as cushions too (he’s the poster boy of the bf who stops at nothing to win a big plushie for his s/o). sometimes if he wants to kiss u he turns the ones near him around bc “how can i focus on kissing you while hello kitty’s eyes are burning into my skull” “jay i doubt she cares who’s she gonna tell with no mouth?” “you seen how toy story works!”

jake

when he sees ur room, u look at him for his reaction, expecting his eyes to widen or a perplexed “woah” or smth. he just looks around and goes “hehe cute” and pats ur head. wouldn’t say anything else abt it. he had come by to help u study so u guys would do that for a while until u excuse urself to go to the bathroom. he’d sit there for a second just fidgeting a bit until he looks at a lil dog one that was on the chair. he holds it n just looks at it, smiling at the little name “jake” on the back of its collar. u come back and u feel ur cheeks grow hot bc u never told him abt that. “is this lil guy named after me?” “sorry if it’s weird-” “no i like it! he’s cute. his fur’s the same color as my hair too!” would buy u mainly dog ones bc cmon he’s a dog person. you’d probably have a special spot where u keep the ones he’s given u. refers to them as u guys’ kids. “this family of ours is getting large, jakey.” “get a bigger couch then because we’re not disowning them🙄.”

sunghoon

he doesn’t get it 100% but still likes how they make u happy, so he’s happy too. if he’s over ur place and absentmindedly tossing a small one back and forth in his hands you’ll whine at him to stop bc “you’re hurting his feelings i bet he’s getting dizzy” “love, he can’t feel dizziness” u ruffle his hair and he laughs. he’d point around ur room asking their names and where u got them bc he loves seeing u talk abt smth you’re passionate about. in the middle of ur sentence he’ll lean in to kiss u softly on ur lips bc he thinks u look so cute going on and on. when u both pull away he laughs at ur astounded face n tells u to finish ur story.

sunoo

he’d love it idc. idk if he actually does but i feel it in my spirit he has his fair share at home. brings one or two if he’s staying over once he finds out so they can “get to know each other.”

“if tokki doesn’t get along with them i’m afraid this relationship will not work🙄”/j. another one who does that thing where he makes the plushies kiss u even if u find it cringey.

if he’s out and sees one that reminds him of u or that you’ve talked abt, he’ll buy it without a second thought. he loves being able to add to ur lil collection. he’ll come home like “i have a present for you close your eyes and hold out your hands (⌒▽⌒)” so u do and u feel smth soft placed in ur hands. u open ur eyes and smile at the plush fox u hold in front of u. “aaa thank you sunny thank you thank you!” u say in excitement as u bring him in for a big hug, his face breaking out in a bright smile. and idk if they’re in korea but build a bear dates with him☹️☹️

jungwon

found it a lil odd/didn’t see the appeal at first but quickly grew used to it bc he loves u ofc. it’d take more than some stuffed bears to change his view of u. ur not hurting anyone and it makes u happy so who is he to judge? would buy u one sometimes for special occasions or just because. if u name one after him he’d be so smiley and honored bc wow! ur thing that u love and u want him to be a part of it! dimples out n all.

niki

it was his first time over ur house. u guys go into ur room and the first thing he notices is a few on ur bed and a bunch others scattered around the room. “friends of yours?” he nods towards a couple on the chair. u laugh “sorry if it’s weird.” he reassures u that it’s not. ik he’s got that curious george one so if he sleeps over he brings him so u don’t feel awkward being the only one sleeping with one. he’d poke fun at u a lil bit sometimes, or hold one above ur head so u can’t reach to see u pout n whine at him to give it back, but at the end of the day, he thinks it’s super cute n loves all the things that make u happy!

[lavenderwhore444]

God Im pretty sure I’m going to hell ANYWAYS ok so this is a hybrid cat shigaraki, u end up adopting shigaraki from a very abuses owner so our little kitten is traumatized and terrified of everything, it took u a bit of time until he was comfortable with u , he doesn’t trust u in the beginning and thinks ur gonna do the same as his previous owner did but ur different u were so patient, sweet and soft not to mention he LOVED getting head pets from u ( he would never admit it tho) once shigaraki found out that he was in love with u he was stuck to ur hip ( he was super clingy) shigaraki’s heat was closer then expected, shigaraki didn’t want to ruin his chances with u but he couldn’t stop himself from humping everything so he hid in his room , you absolutely loved shigaraki since the day u saw him u knew u wanted him, when u first met him he scratched and hissed at u he was terrified, it honestly made u sick knowing the person who did this to him is still alive, u both got much closer he even started cuddling with u!!!! U soon fell in love with shiggy but u didn’t want to ruin what u guys have so u kept it to ur self , u noticed shigaraki was acting weird and hid in his room for two days at first u thought u might give him some space but u started getting worried u wanted to check on him before u came in u heard some little moans and whines, it just hit u that ur little kitten has there heat, u decided to help out 👀

Kinks pet-play of course dom reader and sub shigaraki maybe some pegging that’s all I can think of so feel free to add any kinks. I was listening to hello kitty by Avril Lavigne there was part where she says “ come come kitty kitty your so pretty pretty” that was inspired me to write this lmaooo 

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Samesies, but it's ok, we’ll go to hell together 😫

Now you might be wondering, Claire, why did this take you literal MONTHS? Well, I wanted to perfect it. I love this concept so much that I just HAD to spend so much time on it to make it perfect. And let me just say, it's pretty good 😏

Warnings: vaginal sex, overstimulation (male), anal sex with strapon, heat, pillow humping, marking mating, whatever you want to call it.

I've decided I'm obsessed with making cat shiggy meow ☺️

‘Where the fuck am I?’ Is shigaraki’s first thought of the day.

He’s never been on a bed this soft or a house this warm. Where is he? The blankets are all fuzz. The bed is littered with stuffed animals and pillows, and sweet-smelling candles, are burning somewhere. Is he being sacrificed?

“Hey, you're awake, ” a soft voice says, coming from the end of the bed.

He recoils in fear but, upon second glance, he sees that you aren't who he thinks you are. A girl replaces the scary form of his “master.” he looks you up and down. He has to admit you are quite pretty. The sight of someone other than the large man who used to own him excites him. Maybe this is a fresh start? But perhaps you're just like him...

“Get the fuck away from me, ” he snaps, scrambling into a corner.

“It's okay, sweetie, ” you say, “I'm not gonna hurt you, ”

“Everyone says that, meow ” Shigaraki retorts, “get the fuck away before I scratch your eyes out, ”

You bite your lip, “ok, Tomura, I'm gonna sit with you for a while, though. I'll be right across the room if you need anything, ”

“I don't need shit from you, ” he says, hissing making a show of his claws.

You laughed a little, more than a bit sad at his fear, “alright, but I’ll still be here, ”

He sits in silence for a moment, surveying his surroundings. He notices fresh clothes in the dresser, and there are some game consoles set up for him. How do you know he likes video games? Fucking creep. There aren't really any escape routes but escaping is complicated when he doesn't know where he is.

“Where am I meow?” he asks, sounding meeker than intended.

“I guess I kind of adopted you, ” you explain, “we’re at our house, ”

“Why did you do that?” he asks, the edge coming back to his voice.

“You just seemed so sweet, and the man who owned you was so mean. I couldn't just leave you there; he was hurting you, ” you say, frowning a little at the thought of Tomura getting hurt.

"Why do you care?" he snaps.

You sit closer to him, making him tense.

"I already told you, I think you're sweet Tomura," you repeat, "I just can't explain it. I'd really like it if we could become friends,"

'Or maybe more,' you think to yourself.

You can't deny he is very attractive.

"How do I know you're not lying meow?" He asks.

"I think you'll just have to trust me. Do you want to play some games with me?" you ask.

"Fine," he says, "only cause I'm bored,"

You grin, "awesome. What should we play?"

Shigaraki stands up and walks over to the games, tail swaying.

"This," he says, holding up animal crossing, "you probably like it cause it's dumb. What's your name anyway?" he asks.

"I'm y/n," you answer.

"I guess your names not awful, meow”, he mutters.

Truthfully, he already thinks you're beautiful, and you seem so kind. Shigaraki sits unusually close to you on the bed as the two of you play. You play late into the night; he makes a good bit of progress. Eventually, you feel his head rest on your shoulder, and he falls asleep on you.

You ease Tomura into your lap.

"There we go," you whisper, "you're safe now,"

Little did you know he's wide awake, smiling to himself and nuzzling his head closer to you. The sound of soft purring fills your ears as he drifts off into the most peaceful sleep.

He's pretty disgruntled when he wakes up alone. Where have you gone? Shigaraki doesn't have to wonder for long when you come back with a plate of food.

"Hey, are you hungry?" you ask, setting a plate of food on the table next to him.

He nods, digging in right away. You watch him eat like a man starved. Honestly, he might have been. He puts the plate down and moves closer to you. He's beginning to trust you more and more.

"Tomura, ” you say, “I have to put a collar on you now, just in case you get lost, ok?” you push some hair out of his face, “id be so sad if I lost you, ”

“fine, meow” he mumbles.

Truthfully his heart is melting at the thought. That you aren’t embarrassed by him, that you want to keep him safe and close to you. When you click the collar into place he hugs you, tugging at your shirt.

It’s shocking how fast he’s becoming comfortable with you but definitely pleasing. The next few days are calm, spent lounging around the house. He‘s getting so trusting with you. He occasionally pushes his head beneath your hand so you scratch his head. He always denies it, though; he has a tough-guy exterior to keep up.

However, something changes within him. He feels a strange warmth, not a necessarily bad feeling, around you. Tomura knows what cats were supposed to do. They are supposed to cuddle and play with their owners. Should he be doing that? Should he act like a “normal cat”? He concludes that you don’t want that at all. The lack of cat toys, a cat tree, and you allowing him to eat at the table solidify that.

However, he does want to cuddle. He tries to cuddle like all the time. But you have work, and you get tired, and you run errands, and he becomes sad. Tomura knows you have a life outside of him, but you really shouldn't. He should be your only priority. When Christmas break finally rolls around, and you start spending more time at the house, he's elated.

He has internet access, of course. He needs it to play his video games! But it was restricted. You don’t want your little kitty to see things he’s not supposed to. He starts to like watching movies too. At first, they‘re action movies with lots of blood and fighting, which you don’t necessarily agree with, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. He slowly gets bored with them and stumbles across a romance movie.

Tomura becomes engrossed in them. He loves watching the couple fall in love and be happy. One movie, in particular, weirds him out. It looks like they were taking off their clothes. They start kissing and making strange noises. He doesn't like it one bit, it makes his cheeks feel hot, and his cock gets semi-hard. He turns it off immediately.

It doesn’t take long for him to forget about it and keep watching different ones. Soon he finds some similarities between him and the main character. The way they feels around their love interest is the same way he feels around you. Is he in love with you?! It seems so and you have just recently come to the same conclusion as him.

Soon he’s all over you, following you everywhere. Tomura pushes open your door every night and snuggling up to you. He’ll purr and nuzzle into you, happy sighs escaping him. Whenever he “accidentally” wakes you up, you never get mad at him. You just cuddle him and talk all night, giggling and talking until you both fall asleep.

Oddly enough, you‘re oblivious to his feelings for you. Whenever he cuddles with you, you hold back the urge to kiss him on the lips. You don’t want him to feel awkward around you. Soon he starts acting strange without any change in behavior from you. He stops coming in your room at night and wont come out of his room.

You don't want to be overbearing, so you give him space...for a while. Meanwhile, in his room, Tomura is lying naked on the bed, panting and sweating. He feels strange, just like he did when he was watching that movie. He doesn't understand what‘s happening to his body but when he humps his pillow it feels like an itch is being scratched. The first time he cums he‘s terrified and lets out a scared “meow!”

But it feels so good. The feeling doesn't go away, so he decides the only solution is to keep humping. Soon he‘s limp but still grinding his hips on the poor pillow. He takes deep whiffs of your sweater, huffing it like a drug. His tongue is lolling out of his mouth and his eyes are rolling back in his head. He‘s starting to hurt down there but he just can't stop cumming.

Oh, why can't he reach the phone you left in his room? Why is his voice too hoarse to call out to you? Tomura is scared. He can’t eat or sleep. Sweat has soaked into the mattress and his poor little cock is starting to hurt. You‘re getting worried too so you wander up to his room and callout to him, pressing your ear to the door.

“y/n meow,” he calls out hoarsely, almost a whisper.

All you can hear are desperate whines and moans. Is Tomura...in heat? Oh, your poor kitty is probably in so much pain! You have to help him, so you open the door and see him. It is a pathetic (yet erotic) sight. He looks so desperate. He‘s crying and looks so scared. Tomura just whines and reaches out to you even though he‘s far away.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you whisper.

You walk over to him and scoop him up, sitting him on your lap. He continues to try and hump you, but you can tell how much his poor dick hurts. You hug him tightly, feeling guilty that you took so long to check on him.

Tomura tugs at your shirt, he can't figure out why he wants you to take off your clothes, but he does. You oblige, ready to do anything your sweet kitten wants. When he sees your top half naked, he feels his cock beg for you. He starts to tug aimlessly at your pants, and you take them off, once again, all too eager to please.

He doesn't have any sexual knowledge, but he has instincts, pure carnal instincts that tell him just how to breed his mate’s tight pussy. Tomura grabs your hips, his claws accidentally puncturing the skin. You yelp as he pulls you on top of him. When he slams you down onto his long fat cock he doesn't get the rush of pleasure he expected.

He's hit with an extreme amount of pain and lets out a panicked meow. You lift yourself off of him quickly, and Tomura misses the feeling of your cunt even though it caused him so much pain. He paws at you, but you keep him from shoving himself in you again.

“Tomura,” you say softly, “you need to calm down; you're hurting yourself,”

“Meow! need!” he cries.

“So needy,” you mutter, “youre just gonna hurt yourself,”

“Don’t care! Need!” he begs.

“Hold on,” you say, getting up and ignoring the insistent pawing at your shirt as he whines.

You rifle through your drawers until you find the dildo you got and the free strap-on attachment that came with it. You smile and gran some lube; this is exactly what you need for your pretty kitty. He watches with curious eyes and blown out pupils due to pure lust.

“Let's give your poor cock a break,” you say.

He nods, but where are you going to put that? You climb onto the bed with him, and he hugs you, sucking on your tit. He feels so at peace. Your boobs are so soft and pretty. He wants to stay like this forever. But when Tomura feels those nimble fingers of yours start to trail across his lower back just above his ass he shivers.

He leaves open-mouthed kisses across your chest; he lets them get sloppy and wet as you rub his back.

“Need,” he whispers again, eyes half-lidded.

You tilt Tomura’s head up and give him his first proper kiss. He's seen this in movies and knows you're supposed to say “I love you” after...right? He doesn't know the full meaning of the three little words he's about to say.

“I love you y/n,” he says when you pull away.

“I love you too,” you say, taken aback just a bit.

He gives you a love-drunk smile and tries to rut against your thigh but yelps again, remembering how sensitive he is.

“C’mere pretty kitty,” you coo, “lay on your back for me,”

He nods and lays on his back, painfully aware of how exposed he is to your careful, calculating eyes. He starts purring when you muzzle your head into his neck. Are you going to mark him?! Do you really want him to be your mate?! Oh, he hopes so! He smiles, and his breathing picks up, but his ears flatten on his head when you pull away.

“No mate meow?” Tomura asks, face falling.

For the first time all day, he feels his cock soften sadly. He doesn't understand the look of confusion on your face and tears up a bit.

“I'm not sure I understand,” you say, brushing some hair out of his face and feeling guilty when you see his teary eyes.

“I want you to mark me,” he says, bottom lip quivering, “please meow?”

Your eyes widen, “oh,” maybe you did learn something useful in school, “of course honey,”

You lean down again, unsure of how hard to bite his neck. You can tell exactly where you're supposed to bite. A strong musky smell radiates from the side of his neck and you decide to sink your teeth in until you break skin. When you do, he sighs happily at the feeling of your admittedly dull teeth (in comparison to his) in his neck.

“Mate,” he purrs.

You pull away when you can tell he's satisfied. He pulls you in for another kiss, tasting some of his blood on your tongue. He doesn't notice your fingers traveling to the bottle of lube on the bed and pumping some onto your fingers. He does notice when you start to rub around where you're not supposed to.

“Hey! What are you doing, meow?!” Tomura says, squirming at the strange new sensation.

When you find your mark and circle his asshole, any objections he just made the in the past. When he feels your finger begin to sink into his tight hole, he sighs happily. He isn't supposed to be the one getting penetrated, but he can't help how much he loves the feeling of your finger wiggling around inside of him.

When you add in another finger, he meows happily, grinding on your fingers. All this pleasure without the pain, what has he done to deserve this? To deserve you? Tomura’s back arches as he moves his hips; he can feel himself coming to a different kind of climax, but you pull away right when he's on the edge.

He looks up at you with pleading eyes and trembling thighs. He sees you putting that strange liquid on something much larger and gulps. He feels his asshole gape around nothing, waiting for something to fill it up.

“Is that going inside me, meow?” he asks nervously.

“It won't hurt,” you say, cupping his face, “i promise,”

Tomura gulps but nods. He trusts you. When the head of the dildo pushes into him he's tense and panting already.

“You have to relax,” you whisper in his ear, “be a good boy and relax,”

He tries, letting the nervous knot in his stomach untangle. His breathing slows as you push in more of the dildo. It starts to feel good, having you in some of him, and it's even better when the head of the dildo hits a spot that makes him mewl. He wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you down to him, causing you to poke his prostate again.

He moans and buries his face in your neck, purring loudly. You start to move your hips at an agonizingly slow pace. You worm your arms under him and hold him close while you help him adjust. He's planting and mewling happily.

“Love you,” he moans, “I love you so much y/n,”

“I love you too, Tomura,” you whisper, kissing the shell of his ear.

“It's so good,” he groans, “you're amazing meow. The perfect mate,”

“Yeah?” you say, too focused to respond.

He nods, “the best ever,”

You keep thrusting, speeding up just a bit. That makes Tomura yelp happily. His tongue lolls out as he smiles. There's not one thought behind those beautiful red eyes—just pure pleasure. It's taking over his entire body and he can't help but meow happily.

He likes to think of himself as more refined than most hybrids. More human, but all he can think of now is how wonderful being your little kitty is.

“I'm gonna cum,” he whimpers, “gonna cum, meow”

His dick quivers, and his asshole clenches as cum spurts out of him, but it's still not enough. To satiate his desires, he needs to be inside of you when he cums. When you pull out of him slowly and remove the strap on, he bites the bullet and plunges into you, ignoring the pain that makes him sob and absolutely hammers into you.

You're helpless underneath him as he has his way with you. You can't deny how good he feels inside of you. Tomura hates how long he's lasting. He needs to get this over with, although having you cum on his cock would be pretty nice. When he feels you worm your fingers down to your clit he starts to be thankful he hasn't lost his mind and cum yet.

That look on your face makes him so happy. He wants you to be happy. He wants you to cum, so he holds out until you milk his cock with your cunt. And when he lets go it's heavenly. The itch has been scratched, and he collapses on top of you, purring as his tail twitches. You scratch behind his ears to help him get some much-needed rest.

It works nearly immediately, and your sweet kitty is asleep in mere minutes. You love Tomura more than you can put into words, and he loves his pretty little mate. His adorable little y/n.

[punkrockmads]

Found Family

Abby x F! Reader Mini Series

Song used: The Mother by Brandi Carlile

*...*= Evangeline's Age

Chapter Ten; The Mothers

*TWO MONTHS OLD*

ABBY'S POV

"Abby." I hear someone mumble. I groan, hiding my face in my pillow. "Abby." The voice calls again. As soon as I realize it's Y/N, I look up, blinking the sleep from my eyes.

"Yeah?" I yawn, seeing her holding Evangeline. Evangeline clings to her finger, resting peacefully in her arms.

"Watch." Y/N says. She sits beside me on the bed, a mischievous smile on her face. She takes her finger out of Evangeline's hand and Evangeline immediately starts crying. Y/N lets Evangeline take her finger again and she calms down instantly. I chuckle, watching as Y/N takes her finger away and gives it back once more. "She likes my fingers just as much as her Momma." Y/N snorts.

"Jesus christ." I scoff, laughing. "That's awful."

"You love me." Y/N grins. I sit up, shuffling over to sit behind her. I pull her body against mine, my legs resting on either side of her as I wrap my arms around her torso.

"I do." I mumble, kissing her neck. She sighs as my lips brush against that one special spot. "How long has it been since we-"

"Too long." Y/N cuts me off with a chuckle. "I'm touch-starved."

"Aww, my poor baby." I hum, kissing behind her ear. "I bet you're missing my fingers just as much as I miss yours, huh?" Y/N tenses, nudging me away with her elbow. "You miss the way I make you moan?"

"Little ears listening, Momma." Y/N warns with a smile. I feel a very familiar warmth in my gut at the sound of her calling me 'Momma'. I'll have to tuck that away for the next time we get the chance to pleasure each other. "Finally, she's asleep." Y/N sighs, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Can you take her so I can make lunch please?"

"Yeah, of course!" I nod, taking Evangeline in my arms. As soon as Y/N pulls her finger out of Evangeline's grasp, I quickly replace it with mine, feeling Evangeline latch on. Her tiny fist can just barely fit around my finger. I feel so much pride as I look at her. She looks so much like Y/N. I didn't think I'd ever feel a love like this, but... thanks to Y/N and Evangeline, Lev and I have an even bigger family, one full of love. "My little Evie." I whisper, kissing my baby's forehead. She scrunches up her nose and sticks her tongue out before relaxing again, sleeping peacefully in my arms. She's so little. So so tiny. "Wait..." I pause. "Lunch? How long did I sleep?"

"It's noon, honey." Y/N chuckles, kissing my cheek as she gets up. I follow her out of the room.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I ask, wondering how much she had to do on her own while I was asleep.

"You were exhausted." Y/N says. She stops in front of me once we get downstairs. "It's okay. I wanted you to sleep in for once." She smiles.

"Thank you, sweet girl." I sigh, kissing the top of her head.

"You can thank me by changing Evie's diaper." Y/N says with a laugh.

"Fiiiine." I groan. "You're lucky I love you."

"I am very lucky." Y/N says, walking into the kitchen. "And I love you too!" She calls as I walk into the living room. I look around for Evangeline's little backpack. Kayla found a really cute Hello Kitty kids' backpack and Y/N stuffed it with things like diapers, bottles, pacifiers, anything Evangeline might need that we can grab quickly.

"Hey, babe!" I wipe a bit of drool off of Evangeline's lip with my pinky as she stares up at me with big sparkly eyes. "Where's Evie's backpack?"

"Um..." Y/N pauses, the sound of clinking plates coming from the kitchen. "It's by the TV stand!" I spot it almost immediately, picking it up and carrying it and Evangeline over to the couch.

"Got it!" I let her know. I lay a baby blanket on the couch, setting Evangeline down carefully. She begins to whimper. "Shh. It's okay, honey." Evangeline starts sniffling, I can tell she's about to cry. "Oh, I know, baby. You just wanna be held, huh?" Evangeline kicks her feet, starting to get fussy. "Momma's gonna hold you in just a bit, baby." After five minutes of trying to wrestle a diaper onto my squirming bean child, I finally get her changed. As I go to set Evangeline's bag back by the TV stand, I trip on the foot of the coffee table, landing on the floor with a loud thud and prompting Evangeline to start wailing at the scary sound. I hear glass shatter as Y/N runs into the living room.

"Abby?!" She looks panicked, quickly picking up Evangeline and kneeling by my side as I sit up. "Holy shit, are you okay?" Evangeline continues to cry in Y/N's arms.

"Yeah." I groan. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just tripped." Y/N puts a hand on my shoulder, rocking Evangeline.

"Jesus." Y/N sighs, hiding an amused grin. Despite her efforts, she can't hold back a laugh. I smile, starting to laugh with her. "I dropped a fucking plate." We laugh harder at our clumsiness. "Oh, my little Evie." Y/N kisses her cheek, trying to get her to stop crying. She just cries louder, starting to make a little pouty face.

"I think it's this goober's lunch time, too." I chuckle. Y/N nods, fixing Evangeline's flower patterned jumper. "Want me to bring you something to eat?"

"Please." Y/N nods, already unclipping her bra underneath her shirt. "Everything's already made. And can you-" She pauses as I help her take her left arm out of her sleeve, maneuvering Evangeline so she can eat. "That. Thank you." She chuckles.

"Hey." I mumble, making her look up at me. "You're incredible." I smile. Y/N rolls her eyes, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me into a kiss. I can't help but let out a low growl from deep in my throat, making her smile into the kiss, her teeth meeting mine. She pulls away, leaving me breathless as she stares at me with a knowing smile. The things she does to me. "Oh." I grab the pillow from the wooden chair in the corner, leaning it against the arm of the couch. "Here. This should be more comfy for you." I say, helping her reposition herself so her legs lay flat across the couch and her back rests against the pillow.

"God, I love you." Y/N sighs as I kiss the side of her neck. Her stomach grumbles, making me smile against her skin.

"Your affection will have to wait." I chuckle, putting a hand on Evangeline's back. "Mommy's gotta eat too." I tell her. Y/N hums, no doubt thinking the same thing I did earlier. I squeeze Y/N's shoulder before heading into the kitchen to finish preparing lunch. As I scoop fruit salad into bowls, I hear Y/N start singing to Evangeline. I pause, letting myself listen to my wife's beautiful voice.

'Welcome to the end of being

Alone inside your mind

You're tethered to another

And you're worried all the time

You always knew the melody

But you never heard it rhyme

She's fair and she is quiet, Lord

She doesn't look like me'

I smile a bit at the irony of that line. Evangeline looks so much like Y/N already.

'She made me love the morning

She's a holiday at sea

The New York streets are as busy

As they always used to be

But I am the mother of Evangeline'

[shipskicksandgiggles]

Well apparently my brain doesn’t know how to sleep anymore so here I am again. I have to be up in like 6 hours for an opening shift but oh well!

School is finally over but finals week had been absolute hell! Peter of course was passing his classes with flying colors but he was too much of a perfectionist to not work himself to the bone studying for finals and making sure that he’d score well on the tests. This is of course meant a whole lot of all nighters and far more coffee than one person should probably consume is such a short span of time but Peter had survived the week and done well on his exams so he was calling it a win his books.

He had made it home from his last day of school when his exhaustion finally caught up with him and he was certain that he would fall asleep within the next few minutes whether he made it to his bed or now. He tosses his backpack toward the couch but doesn’t bother to look and see if it reached his target, instead he sleepily stumbles down the hall toward his bedroom.

He finally makes it to the door and uses what feels like the last of his energy to push the door open and is shocked to find his room lit up with a soft glow of fairy lights. He lets out a tired and confused hum before he finally spots Harley curled up in a soft looking pair of pajamas in the middle of a very cozy looking blanket nest.

“Hey darlin’, I know you’re probably dead tired so why don’t you get changed and then come snuggle up? I know my last finals were yesterday but I feel like we both deserve some cuddles and a good long nap. You certainly do after how hard you’ve worked.” Harley says and smiles warmly at Peter.

Peter smiles tiredly at Harley and begins the process of shucking off the clothes he’d worn to school and replacing them with his softest pair of pajamas, yes that includes his hello kitty pajama pants. Harley does his best to contain a soft laugh when he watches Peter get stuck in his shirt for just a moment before he finally manages to pull the collar down over his messy curls.

Harley smiles at Peter and holds his arms out invitingly which is all it took for Peter to crawl into bed. The pair settles down in each others arms and situates the blankets around them to optimize both comfort and warmth.

Once they’ve settled down, Harley presses a gentle kiss to Peter’s forehead. Peter struggles to open his heavy eyelids and tilt his head to look up at his boyfriend but manages to do so. Harley smiles warmly but gathers Peter closer with a quiet hum.

“Stop fightin’ sleep Petey, I know you’re exhausted. I’ll still be here for cuddles when you wake up. We both deserve a Disney marathon after all the studying we did this week but first we need to catch up on sleep. So shut those eyes for me sweet heart.” Harley coos, his southern accent getting heavier and his words growing more slurred as he drifts closer to falling asleep.

Peter simply lets out a content sigh and tucks his head against Harley’s chest before finally allowing himself to drift off and just barely manages to catch Harley asking Friday to switch off the fairy lights before Harley also succumbs to sleep. -🌸

babe. BABE.

I got home from work like an hour ago and I’m dead on my feet but this is incredible I love. I love everything you write dude holy shit. I’m literally yelling I’m ajshshs they’re so cute I want to scream

also why can I picture Harley burning a really mild incense (or candle or something) before Peter gets home just to add to that cozy vibe he set up. maybe some soft music. idk just. Him yknow?

also this has househusband Harley Keener vibes??? in ways I cannot explain but I love it so

[andrewmoocow]

Steven Universe: The Fantastic Mutants chapter 5: Never Again (originally posted on November 16, 2020)

AN: Good to see you all again my dear readers! How have things  been? Am I being too intrusive? Well, doesn't matter! It's good to be  back in business after a few weeks, so let's just cut to the chase, shall we?

--

"So  how much of this show is actual camping?" HYDRA Bob asked Peridot as  they, along with Deadpool & Lapis, watched Camp Pining Hearts  together at the X-Mansion while surrounded by massive amounts of snack  foods and garbage. "A fair bit, but pretty much everyone comes for the  romance," Peridot answered. "Yeah," Wade stated. "like your crippling yaoi addiction."

"What is yah-oy?" Lapis asked while  mispronouncing this new word just as Pearl came in with a broom. "You really should learn how to pick up after yourselves as guests." The Gem  grumbled while sweeping up crumbs off the carpet. "Hey, wise up Pearl,  I'm basically an honorary member!" Deadpool remarked. "Hey, Flat-Top,  gimme a refill on my coke here!"

"And you should also treat the  people housing you like friends, not your servants." Colossus reminded  them, just as disgruntled as Pearl, while he gave the Merc with a Mouth another bottle of pop when suddenly, Xavier came in. "Ah, Professor!  Would you be so kind as to help us teach Wade here some manners?"

"It's alright, Piotr." Xavier calmed the metal mutant down. "Although Mr.  Wilson here can be a bit of a nuisance, we do need all the help we can  get to rescue Steven and Kitty."

"Thanks for the save Cap'n." Wade  grinned at the aged mutant when someone knocked at the window. "Hey,  anyone in there?!" the voice of Spider-Man called from outside, latching  upside down onto the glass. "Peter!" Pearl exclaimed. "Long time no  see. How are the other Avengers doing?"

"The big six are off in  space right now, and the reserves are holding down the fort for now."  The web-slinger answered as he opened the window and leaped through it.  "When your message reached us, I was the first to take it and brought  along a few pals who might be useful."

As Peter finished talking, a  silver and blue blur burst through the front doors, stopping to reveal  itself as Quicksilver. "Pietro, good to see you!" Colossus exclaimed.  "Must mean Wanda isn't too far behind, da?"

"You are correct."  Scarlet Witch answered as she followed her brother. "Hello again Crystal  Gems." She greeted the Gems. "Hello to you and Pietro too, Wanda,"  Garnet replied as she stepped into the room. "It certainly has been a  while since Thanos. I hope you both are well."

"Oh, never better  Garney!" Quicksilver responded as he sat down between Peridot &  Lapis to watch Camp Pining Hearts with them. "Ooh, I love this show! I  always felt Pierre & Percy have really good chemistry."

"Thank  you for agreeing with me good sir." Peridot added pridefully. "Oh, quit with the shit already!" Wade interjected crossly. "No one ever talks about Pierre and Paulette!"

"You take that back, you crimson clod." Peridot snarled threateningly at the mercenary and soon, an  intense shipping debate between the two began. "Oh, this could take a long while." Pearl sighed in exhaustion.

"I just watch for all the crazy shenanigans these campers get up to." Spider-Man gave his opinion while snatching some snicker-doodles from the ottoman.

--

"Come on, work!" Kitty groaned in frustration as she continuously tried and failed to break her and Steven from their imprisonment without using her mutant powers. "If only I could find a way to break this collar, then  we'd get outta here easier."

"Why don't I give it a shot?" Steven  suggested, deciding to use his shield to cut the bars apart. However, that failed as well. "It's hopeless. If I didn't come, then maybe we wouldn't be stuck here."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up like that  Steven." Kitty comforted her fellow mutant. "I'm sure the Gems are  already on their way to save us, so try and keep your chin up until  then." She implored Steven, but he remained downtrodden. "Let's face it;  we're here because of my mom."

"Oh, mother issues?" Kitty  realized. "I get it. That's perfectly normal. But you can't always let  the sins of the parent bring you down." She assured him. "Yeah, sins  like taking part in universal genocide before realizing that wasn't good  and instead doing things far worse than that." Steven grumbled, much to  her surprise. "Whoa okay, didn't see that coming!" Kitty exclaimed.  "Far worse how? Did she actually murder someone?"

"She  deliberately left tons of Gems and other races to die for her just  because she was bored of being Pink Diamond, let two of my friends to be  imprisoned for thousands of years, forced Gems who cared for her to  suffer from her faked death and who knows what else!" Steven complained.  "And then there was that whole thing with Magneto."

As if on cue,  the aforementioned leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants stepped into  the brig to interrogate them. "I see you've been making yourselves at  home while you could." He declared before grabbing Steven by the shirt  collar through the cell bars. "Tell me boy, why do you have her  gemstone? Was it passed down to you?"

"As a matter of fact, yes."  Steven answered. "When I was born, my mom died to give birth to me, and I  got her gemstone and all her powers as a result. She also left me with  all her baggage from ages ago, including when she was once a member of  the Great Diamond Authority."

"Great Diamond Authority?" Magneto  wondered, and Kitty seemed just as confused. "Yeah, I have to agree.  There are more Diamonds out there?"

"That's not important right  now," Steven said before Magneto set him down. "Still, why go after me in particular? We're both mutants. We should be on the same side!"

"You already know about how Rose abandoned me at Auschwitz, but the Gems only told you half the story," Erik revealed, turning away from Steven  & Kitty in the process. "My part of this tale is far more complex  than you realize. Like many a Jew during the war, I was prosecuted by  the Nazis for my religion and sentenced to death. But I was a special  case."

--

Heavy rain poured upon  Poland in 1944 as a large group of imprisoned Jews marched sorrowfully  through Auschwitz, their world nothing but drab colors aside from the  bright yellow Star of David on their clothes signifying their religion.  All around them, more of their people were forced to perform possibly  lethal jobs for their superiors and be treated horribly should they fail  to work or try to resist.

One young man in particular named Erik  Lehnsherr watched just as miserably as his fellow Jews and began to  notice that many of the other prisoners had brands on their arms. As  soldiers began coldly leading their prisoners away from the group,  Erik's parents Edie & Jacob were forcefully separated like the rest  from their son, with Edie being particularly hysterical about having to  leave her child.

Erik raced after his parents in an effort to see  them one last time, but the gates closed before he could get a chance,  and another Nazi grabbed the boy to keep him under control. However,  something miraculous happened. When Erik fruitlessly reached out towards  the gate, it began bending towards him. Another Nazi aided his fellow  soldier in detaining the boy, and two more raced towards him as the  fence began twisting more and more.

Erik's mutant powers awakened  that day as the gates were ripped open with a mere stretch of his hand,  but he was quickly stopped with the butt of a gun to his head from a  fifth soldier. "Bring ihn zu Dr. Schmidt." that soldier commanded his  subordinates. The four Nazis nodded and dragged the unconscious boy  away, to where his destiny would soon be realized.

--

"And  that's where you first met his mom, right?" Kitty asked her captor.  "Yeah, I don't think we need to hear how she ditched you again."

"As I stated, the story is much deeper than that," Magneto said. "Allow me to continue."

--

Soon,  HYDRA had come to assist the Nazis in stopping the Howling Commandos  and the Crystal Gems from instigating the Auschwitz breakout. As Rose  began fighting off soldiers, she began counting off the fleeing Jews.  "Let me see how many we got," Rose muttered while trying to do a  headcount. "Agh, there's too many of them! I can barely keep count when  I'm surrounded like this!"

"Less than a million!" Garnet counted  for her leader with her future vision. "However, there are still a few  that we were too late to save, namely the Lehnsherr family. Klaus  Schmidt is holding their son Erik."

"Klaus?" Rose soon came to a  realization. "That was the boy in the office! I have to go ba-" Before  Rose could finish, a HYDRA enforcer took advantage of her letting her  guard down and fired with an anti-Gem weapon, poofing her form.

"Rose!"  Pearl exclaimed while rushing to the deactivated gem lying on the  ground. While Captain America covered for them with his shield, the Gems  made a hasty retreat. "But what about those other Jews?!" Amethyst  exclaimed. "A few prisoners should take this from here." Garnet  answered, just as the Sonderkommando charged at their captors with guns,  knives, axes, and grenades.

Inside the building where Klaus  Schmidt was stationed, the mutant Jew slithered around the hall to avoid  being caught again. Nazis raced outside to combat without once taking  notice of the boy making his escape. Taking a moment to peek outside the  window, he noticed the Gems escaping the concentration camp and  furrowed his brow angrily. "Sie haben mich verlassen."

As the  warfare continued, Erik quietly made his getaway with his newly awakened  mutant powers and used a wrecked chain fence to fly himself away from  Auschwitz.

--

Many years later in  1963, Magneto was holding a demonstration in New York to make a speech  about the superiority of mutants when she showed up again. Rose Quartz  had decided to show her face to him again after leaving him to rot all  those years ago in Auschwitz, and only now, she shows up with an excuse  to try and make peace.

"You can try to rope yourself into my good  graces all you want Gems," he growled, preparing to fight the Crystal  Gems. "But nothing can ever change the past!"

Ripping a nearby  water tower off its supports, Erik prepared to smash it on top of Rose,  Garnet & Pearl, but then came a loud shriek coming from the Irish  mutant Sean Cassidy, aka Banshee. "Top o' the mornin' to you ladies!"  Banshee exclaimed and let out another scream that brought the master of  magnetism to the ground. "Now Neal!"

"I got you!" the Indian  pyrokinetic Neal Shaara, or Thunderbird to his teammates, boomed while  turning his body into plasma and landing a few hits on Magneto, but the  German fought back by expanding a force-field that pushed him back.  "Longshot, Angel, Mimic, it's all you now!"

"You got it!" Longshot  replied while standing on a rooftop with Mimic and Angel Salvadore and  preparing to throw a large knife at Magneto. "Just got one shot at  this." He muttered to himself just as Amethyst hopped up behind him.  "Hey, what you guys doing?" she asked the three mutants, catching  Longshot off-guard. "Do you mind squirt?!" Longshot barked, but then he  noticed her gem. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know those three, right?"

"We  can discuss it later!" Angel said while sprouting fly-like wings and  flying off. "Hey, wait for me!" Mimic exclaimed, copying his teammate's  power by growing insect wings of his own and soaring after her.

"You  guys wouldn't happen to be like ol' Maggy over there?" Amethyst  continued asking Longshot, who harshly shushed her while trying to keep  his concentration. "Okay, sheesh!"

"Now Longshot!" Banshee  exclaimed as he let out a loud shriek at Magneto to knock him  off-balance, allowing Longshot to fling his knife at the evil mutant.  But Erik stopped the blade before it could reach his face with his  powers and threw it right at Pearl with a wicked grin.

"Pearl,  no!" Rose cried out as she dove in front of her confidant, letting the  knife stab her instead, causing her to ultimately poof and retreat into her gem.

"Rose!" the remaining Gems shouted, racing to protect  their leader's inactive gemstone from Magneto. "Well, that should do  nicely for now." He snidely muttered. "But know this Crystal Gems, we  shall meet again someday soon. Even if we have to wait years to do so!"

With  that, Magneto zoomed off into the sky and left the Crystal Gems &  the X-Men below. "So, sorry about letting your boss end up like this."  Longshot nervously apologized. "That was my knife he threw at her after  all."

"It's alright. Rose will recover soon." Garnet assured the mutant. "By the way, I didn't get your name."

"Call  me Longshot, leader of the X-Men!" Longshot proudly replied. "These are  my teammates; Banshee, Mimic, Angel Salvadore, and Thunderbird. We're  all mutants."

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Thunderbird greeted,  extending a hand to Pearl. "Mutants? I think I remember meeting one, centuries ago." Pearl replied, shaking Neal's hand. "You wouldn't happen  to know anyone named En Sabah Nur?"

This revelation caused the  X-Men to gasp in shock. "Wait, you met Apocalypse?!" Mimic cried. "Let  me guess, you guys know him as a real bad guy?" Amethyst quipped. "Yeah,  he's about yay tall, superiority complex, total Darwinist." Angel  replied. "Come along. We can tell you more about him."

"And maybe  we'll introduce you to the professor too." Banshee added happily. "We'd  be glad to meet your professor." Pearl agreed, and Garnet & Amethyst  nodded as well.

--

"So that's how the  Gems met Xavier!" Steven realized. "But how come you remember that last  bit happening? You left after poofing Rose."

"Don't think about  it." Magneto assured him. "And now that I have you in our clutches,  watching Doctor Doom experiment on you will be so satisfying."

"But still, you can't just vent your vengeance on a kid!" Kitty exclaimed.

"Yeah,  this isn't what Xavier would want!" Steven replied, forcing Magneto to  drop his stoic façade. "He knows you can be better than this, barring  the terrorism. You're both on the same wavelength when it comes to  protecting mutants, but kidnapping one of your own for your own sake is  just wrong!"

"Y'know, that does seem like something Charles would  say. Though he would've said it better." Magneto relented, pressing a button on the cell to let Steven and Kitty out. "Fight them off while  you still can children. I shall take the blame myself."

"Okay Steven, let's get outta here!" Kitty declared excitedly. "And no matter what happens, I got your back!"

"Actually  Kit, I think I got yours." Steven replied, just as another door opened,  and Mystique stepped into the brig. "Erik! Why have you let the  prisoners out?" she asked Magneto. "It was the boy who convinced me."  Erik revealed. "As it turns out, he's quite good at turning people to  his side."

"Well, you're too late child." Mystique said to Steven. "We have finally landed in Latveria."

--

The  Crystal Gems, X-Men, Fantastic Four, X-Force, Spider-Man, Scarlet  Witch, and Quicksilver all marched to the Blackbird, ready to go out to  Latveria and save Steven & Kitty. Human Torch and Cyclops were in  charge of piloting the plane while Xavier planted his wheelchair in the  back.

"So tell us what we're in for Reed." Garnet asked Mister  Fantastic, who gave a sharp sigh of regret. "You should know by now that  Doctor Doom is our family's greatest adversary. Intelligence on par  with my own, mastery of the mystic arts, psionic abilities, the works."  Reed explained. "But what I'm sure you probably don't know yet was that  we knew Doom long before he turned out like this."

--

"Victor,  have you gone mad?!" a younger Reed yelled at his college classmate  Victor, who was standing in front of a large machine generating an  unstable portal. "This machine is highly unstable and could explode at  any moment!"

"I do not care what it takes, Richards!" the man who  would be king of Latveria cried as the machine was on the verge of  self-destructing. "This is the only way I can see my mother again!"

"Hey  Stretch, we got everyone outta here!" Ben Grimm, back then a normal  human being instead of a large rock creature, called for his classmate  while he, Johnny and Sue burst into the laboratory. "You gotta come with  us!"

"No Reed, we can see our mothers again, together!" Doom  tried convincing his rival. Reed hesitated for a moment, weighing his  options between escaping with his friends or getting to see his late  mother Evelyn again. But as he made his decision, he turned away from  Victor. "I'm sorry Vic. But I've moved on."

"How dare you?!"  Victor screeched, while his four contemporaries fled the scene. "Don't  you dare run away! We could've been something more!" Just then, the  portal machine has just about reached its boiling point, and caused the  lab to explode with Doom inside. The last thing he said before the room  collapsed on him was a scream of "RIIIIIIIIICHAAAAAAAARDS!"

--

"Never  saw him again after that incident. Ol' Iron Mask got expelled, then he  just vanished offa the face of the planet." Ben regaled in the present  day. "That is until he re-emerged as some young upstart billionaire  named Victor Domashev, who funded the space flight that made us into the  Four we are today."

"Hey guys, less backstory, more blasting  off!" Amethyst snapped her fingers. "Pretty sure Steven might be on his  way to being dissected by now!"

"Yeah, and a certain author friend  of ours wants to get this out as quickly as possible." Deadpool agreed,  his medium-aware comment inciting odd stares from the others. "Can we  move onto the next scene already?!"

--

As  Mystique had declared, Steven was now in the European country of  Latveria, famously ruled by the Fantastic Four's arch-nemesis Victor von  Doom. He and Kitty were led through the aesthetically medieval capital  city Doomstadt, where its citizens whispered in German, Hungarian and an  unknown third language reminiscent of the latter dialect.

"Victor, we have brought the child. And an unwanted guest." Mystique announced  in front of Doom's castle as they crossed the drawbridge. The castle was  guarded by numerous robot soldiers that bore Doom's face, all of them  giving Steven cold and unfeeling glares as he was finally brought before the man who's face the robots bore.

"Steven Universe." Doctor  Doom boomed, resting on his throne while the boy was handcuffed in front of him. "I have heard much about you these past few months child. Erik,  I must commend you for getting the job done, although I've heard of  your possible betrayal and won't tolerate it." Then Doom turned to  Mystique. "Thank you Ms. Darkholme for alerting me of this before you  arrived.

"You are most kind Doctor." Mystique thanked him with a bow. "We hope you return your end of the bargain and grant us mutants  sanctuary in Latveria."

"Raven, you must listen!" Magneto cried to  his second in command. "This boy calls himself a mutant, just like us!  We can't just let Victor experiment on him like this. What if he has  something else planned?!"

"SILENCE!" the king of Latveria roared.  "It seems this child has made you soft Mr. Lehnsherr. No matter." He  rose from his throne and stepped towards Steven & Kitty to give them  a good look. "He shall become useful to me soon. And as for the girl, take her away."

"Yes your Highness." Mystique complied, snapping her fingers to have Juggernaut take Kitty away.

"Hey,  put me down!" Kitty hissed, struggling to break free from the massive  mutant's hands, which was easier said than done since her powers were  still restrained. "Don't worry Steven, I'll find a way to save you!"

"Ah  shaddup!" Juggernaut groaned loudly, stuffing a big finger inside the  smaller girl's mouth to keep her quiet when Mystique put a hand on his  bicep. "And what do you want Bluey?"

"It's about Erik. We may  resort to terrorism to fight for mutant rights, but I think allowing a  child to be experimented on may be going a bit too far." Raven whispered  to Cain while they moved farther away from Doom. "Besides, he is a  mutant much like us."

"So I've heard." The Juggernaut muttered. "But shouldn't he count more as an alien because his momma was one?"

When  the Brotherhood mutants left the throne room, Steven was left all alone  with Magneto and Doom. "What do you want with me Doom?" Steven asked the king. "Was it really necessary to have the Brotherhood kidnap me  when you could've had your robots do it?"

"Why I couldn't have  just sent my Doombots doesn't matter." Doom declared. "But what does  matter is what I want to do to you. You see, you're special Steven, as  you probably know. A being who's a mixture of human and alien DNA, and  that alien DNA might prove very important to me." He explained to  Steven. "I wish to use those genes for my own ends. Perhaps make an army  of similar beings, or perhaps become part-Gem myself to gain ultimate  power! Which is why I chose you in particular."

"Doctor, an  invading ship is approaching Doomstadt." A Doombot announced as it  walked into the throne room. "Shall we send out the reinforcements you  selected?"

"You may, #1961." Doom replied, pressing a few buttons on his arms that opened a door, and behind it were four supervillains.

Trapster, a man in goggles with a container of glue-like substance on his back, attached to a hose with a gun at the end.

Mole Man, a deformed midget in a green suit with a blue visor who was holding a staff in his hand.

The  Puppet Master, a bald, dark-skinned man accompanied by a pair of  human-sized marionettes in the shape of the Human Torch and the Thing,  that he controlled with a special remote.

And the Wizard, a purple armor-wearing supergenius who floated in the air with special anti-gravity discs.

"Frightful  Four, it seems we have some uninvited guests." Doom revealed to the  four villains. "I insist you deal with them at once, while I make my  little guest here at home."

"Yes Doctor." The Frightful Four said  in unison, then the marched out of the throne room to battle. Once again  Steven was alone in the throne room with Victor & Erik, and the  former was all too eager to get things started.

"Now then, shall we begin testing?" Doom asked Steven maliciously, and Steven replied with a very nervous gulp.

--

After  three months of work, it's finally done! We're getting close to the end  of this guys, and I couldn't be more excited. But for now, I think I'm  gonna take a little break to focus on college stuff for a bit, and I'll  be back soon with not just a new chapter, but also a brand spankin' new  Steven Universe tale I've had on the brain for a while. It's an AU  rewrite of Steven Universe Future aptly named Steven Universe: Alternate  Future. If you want to know more about this upcoming series, I've  already got an entire episode list on my DeviantArt page along with  drawings of some original characters created for it. Until we meet  again, toodle-oo!

In Loving Memory of Sean Connery

1930-2020

& Alex Trebek

1940-2020

[writing-radionoises]

attraction

ship: shin soukoku / akuatsu, kunikidazai 

genre: slow burn romance

prompt: akutagawa is pining and has no idea what to do about it

notes: ada akutagawa, sequel to satisfaction 

It’s been at least a month since the announcement of Dazai and Kunikida’s wedding, a month since Ryunosuke left that dreaded anonymous love letter on Atsushi’s desk.

And yet, Atsushi has not figured out who wrote the love letter. Or maybe he did, and Akutagawa just didn’t know, or maybe Atsushi is even avoiding him…

God knows, all Akutagawa knows is that he’s locked in the bathroom on his former mentor’s wedding day while Atsushi bangs on the door.

“Ryunosuke, you are coming to the wedding, you fucking lawnmower!” He yells from outside.

Akutagawa puts his head into his hands. He’s ready, he changed up his normal top to a short sleeve white blouse without ruffles, it revealed all his scars and bruises, but it was a cute top that Atsushi picked out. Atsushi even tied his tie, fixed his hair, and everything, but here he was, insecure once again.

“He probably doesn’t even want me there…” Akutagawa responded from the bathroom.

“Then why would Dazai-san invite you?” Kyouka said from outside the bathroom, her tone much softer than Atsushi’s.

Ryunosuke had actually forgotten she was there…

Atsushi sighed, “Even if he didn’t want you at his wedding, which he does, I would want you there. Ryuu-san, pleeease!”

… The truth is, Akutagawa could never say no to Atsushi, especially when Atsushi uses his personal nickname for Akutagawa.

The sound of it alone brings color to Akutagawa’s sickly pale face.

“... Okay,” Akutagawa hesitantly agrees, fixing the little cat hair clip in his hair before unlocking the door to the bathroom and opening it.

Atsushi is in a similar outfit to his agency wear, a short sleeve white button up with the addition of a bowtie instead of a typical tie, as well as tan suspenders instead of black.

Kyouka, on the other hand, is wearing something a little more fancy than Akutagawa and Nakajima, simply because she’s the flower girl. Her dress is a tank top, knee length white dress with a dark blue lace collar, a dark blue ribbon around her waist as well. Atsushi has placed a flower crown of blue hydrangeas on her head, as well.

… She’s quite adorable.

“Are we ready to go?” Kyouka asks.

The trio leave the apartment, and make their way towards Fukuzawa’s house.

--

It’s awkward. It’s horribly awkward for Akutagawa. It’s such a small wedding, it’s really only the agency there, with the addition of some guild members, Gin, Higuchi, and a small appearance from Chuuya before he quickly leaves.

Akutagawa had never felt so much relief seeing Chuuya leave.

He ends up sitting next to his sister and Higuchi, Gin wearing a dress Akutagawa had bought her for her sixteenth birthday a few months ago, and Higuchi wearing a simple suit as they watch Kunikida and Dazai.

Fukuzawa got ordained specifically for this wedding, and probably only this wedding. So, up at the altar are Fukuzawa, Dazai, Kunikida, Atsushi, and Ranpo.

There wasn’t a need for a whole set of groom’s men, so the two best men were picked out and left at that.

… Akutagawa found it hard to look at anything but Atsushi. Looking at anybody else made him feel awkward and out of place.

… But Atsushi was a safe ground, the reason Akutagawa went to this event in the first place.

If it was hard to not look at Atsushi, it was even more difficult to not imagine being up at the altar with him. Declaring vows, holding hands, kissing… It made Ryunosuke giddy, feeling his face heat up.

Kyouka poked fun at him earlier about it, saying that him and Atsushi were probably going to be married next.

It’d be so nice… Akutagawa thought, But I don’t think he thinks of me in that way.

Pining is awful, so Akutagawa has discovered. It’s fucking painful.

When the reception starts, Akutagawa makes a run to the bathroom and locks himself in a stall for at least 30 minutes.

He washes his hands and hand at least ten times, as if trying to wash away the thoughts of Atsushi.

They don’t leave.

--

Akutagawa is sitting at a table at the reception awkwardly, watching Kyouka and Atsushi dance from a distance with some others when Dazai approaches, taking a seat beside Akutagawa.

“You don’t look like you’re having a lot of fun, huh?” Dazai starts.

“... I’m having a hard time with feelings, but congratulations on your marriage. Please don’t let my feelings concern you,” Ryunosuke replied, looking back over at Dazai, “It’s supposed to be a happy day for you.”

Dazai smiles a bit, shaking his head. His attire isn’t much different outside of the flowers in his hair, and a new brooch on his chest. His coat has been forsaken somewhere, probably Kunikida’s car.

“Thank you, but your feelings won’t upset me. I know they don’t have a whole ton to do with me,” answered the brunette, “Your feelings have to do with the kitty cat over there, huh?”

Ryunosuke blushed, looking away from Dazai, “Don’t tell him.”

Dazai lets out a fake gasp, putting a hand to his chest, “Ah, I would never! For this is a Romeo And Juliet tale, a beautiful romance written by Shakespear himself! And yet, I am just a supporting character for sir Romeo.”

“If it wasn’t your wedding day, I would kick your ass.”

Dazai chuckles, “You should, anyway. But anyways, I hope things go well for you, blah, blah, blah, all the other shit you’ve probably already heard. You need anything?”

Akutagawa fell silent, shrugging as he looked back at Atsushi, smiling and laughing with Junichiro.

“I think I know what you need,” Dazai responds, standing up from his seat as he holds his arms out to Akutagawa, “A good, old fashion Dazai hug!” Akutagawa smiles a bit as he stands up, taking the hug from Dazai as he rests his head on his former mentor’s shoulder.

… Dazai’s hugs aren’t nearly as nice as Atsushi’s, but it feels nice to finally get attention from Dazai after all these years.

--

Fuck it, tiger lilies, Akutagawa thought, quickly pointing to them on the menu for the cashier to place the order. He paid for the flowers, and was given a date to pick up the flowers as Akutagawa left the flower shop, pulling out his phone and beginning to dial a familiar number.

“Kunikida Doppo speaking, what can I do for you?”

“How did you tell Dazai-san you liked him?

Kunikida sighed from the other end of the phone while Akutagawa starts his walk down to the train station, “Not even a hello?”

“Hello, Kunikida, how did you tell Dazai-san you liked him?” Ryunosuke quickly rephrased.

“Well, it’s difficult to say because I truly didn’t end up telling him.”

“So he was the one who confessed?” “In a way, yes. We are talking about Osamu here, he already figured out that I loved him through his connections to just about everyone in Yokohama. So what happened was Osamu invited me to dinner, told me he knew about my feelings, and that he returned them. We started dating shortly afterwards,” Kunikida explained.

“Ah, you had it easy... “ Akutagawa replied, nervously tapping his fingers on his knee, “... I can’t seem to get my love interest to pick up on my feelings. They’re oblivious.”

“Hmm, you’re in a tough spot, then.”

“I don’t know who to go to anymore… I’ve spoken to Dazai-san, Higuchi, my sister, now you…” Akutagawa sighed, “It seems like no matter what, they can’t seem to figure it out, and I don’t want to be super blunt about it either… That’s just embarrassing.”

Kunikida fell silent, “I have an idea. To understand someone who is oblivious, you should talk to someone who was oblivious. You should talk to Poe, Ranpo’s boyfriend, they were in a similar situation. Poe might be able to give you some advice.”

Akutagawa smiles a bit as his train arrives to get back to the agency, “Thank you, Kunikida, I’ll get to it. I have to go, have a good afternoon.”

--

“Jinko, please think about this for more than five seconds. Please,” Ryunosuke says sadly, watching Atsushi pause from walking into their shared kitchen with the tiger lillies Akutagawa had just bought for him.

Atsushi turns back to him, “Think about what?”

Ryunosuke feels himself freeze up, trying to quickly come up with a response before eventually stuttering something out, “N, nevermind. Don’t think about it.”

Atsushi gives him a strange look, and then shrugs as he goes to put the flowers in the vase, and Ryunosuke goes to make some tea. His heart aches as Akutagawa pulls down a tea bag, then coughing into his hand.

“You look upset,” Atsushi comments, standing besides Akutagawa. Akutagawa hadn’t even noticed that his face was scrunched up into something of hurt. It’s understandable, but now was not a good time for that.

“... Do you have any idea how long I’ve been trying to tell you this? You just keep brushing me off, if you don’t like me, please just say it,” he replied, the words fell out of his mouth without a thought. The moment he said it, Ryunosuke felt a wave of regret wash over him as he quickly tried to distract himself, continuing to make his tea.

There’s a moment of silence. Akutagawa can’t bear to even look at Atsushi, so scared of his response, scared to burst into tears just by looking at the other.

“... Ryunosuke. I like you a lot, you are my very best friend. I don’t know what you’re trying to say, though, and I can tell it’s hurting you,” Atsushi replied, his voice is calm and full of worry, “What are you trying to say?”

“Think about it. Just… Think about it, please, Atsushi. I’ve been so obvious, practically the whole agency knows,” Akutagawa pauses to rub his eyes on his sleeve.

Atsushi reaches out and places a hand on Akutagawa’s shoulder, spinning his friend around to look at him. Akutagawa’s eyes are watering as he holds his entire cup in his hand, then setting the cup down on the counter.

“Do you just… Not get it? What else do I have to do? Jinko, this is fucking ridiculous, we’ve been doing this for months now. Are you really this dense?” Ryunosuke said, to which Atsushi fell silent, not responding.

Akutagawa didn’t know what to say, just staring intently at Atsushi with his heart pounding when Atsushi reached out for Akutagawa, cupping his face in his hands and bringing their lips towards in a swift motion.

Ryunosuke is left in shock for a moment, he had never really kissed someone before. Higuchi kissed his cheek once, though that might be the most he’s ever gotten.

… Regardless, it’s nice. Akutagawa quickly relaxes against Atsushi, moving his hand over the one Atsushi has on his face.

And when Atsushi pulls away, Akutagawa has to resist from pulling him back into the kiss. Atsushi smiles at Akutagawa, he is still holding the other’s hand as he speaks.

“Was I right?”

Ryunosuke nodded, “Yes, you were.”

“I didn’t think you actually liked me back,” replied Atsushi.

“... Please say you’re joking.”

“I wish I was.”

Akutagawa chuckles, hiding his smile behind his hand, “Jinko, you are dense.”

Atsushi smiles once again as he pulls the other into a hug, “Yup!”

… They are not going to hear the end of this from Dazai.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Enemies with benefits

I am a sucker for soft Dabi

Dabi x Hero!reader 

word count: 2.320 (about)

warnings: smut, cursing, violence, injury and slight gore (Dabi gets a staple ripped out) blood.

Summary: Dabi sure as hell didn’t mean to fall in love with a hero. but here he was, pulling his punches at the last second, and you aren’t exactly helping by stealing his clothes and staying the night. but he should have feelings because this isn’t a relationship. It’s just sex. 

Dabi had never meant to fall in love with a hero. And he was sure you had never planned on being in a relationship with someone like him. If you could even call whatever this was a relationship. The term 'fuck buddies' seemed to fit better. All the same you were still here in his bed, wearing only his shirt and cuddling into his chest, and of course, he wasn't pushing you away. He moved a strand of hair out of your sleeping face, before gently pressing his lips to your forehead. It was a romantic gesture he would have never tried if you where awake.

Dabi wrapped his arms around you holding your body close to his. You squirmed in his grasp, settling into a comfortable position. Maybe you didn't love him, maybe this was all just sex for you, but moments like this really got his hopes up. Of course, catching feelings were against the rules. You and your stupid rules.

Rule 1.) No feelings, Just sex. After all, what would happened if people found out you were dating? A Pro hero and an evil villain, what would people think? And besides, where would you go to on dates? Nowhere public that's for sure.

Rule 2.) No special treatment. He would still kick your ass if he saw you outside of his bedroom, and you would still try to arrest him. He couldn't even save your name in his phone. And as much as it pained him-No flirting on the battlefield.

And last but not least, Rule 3.) No one else. This was a rule just for Dabi and it wasn't really a rule. Every time he got someone else beneath him, or on top of him for that matter, they always failed to satisfy. It seemed that you and only you could satiate his hunger.

Dabi had been the one to approach you first. The club was dark and there were so many people. Countless, sweaty bodies colliding to the heavy base of some song he didn't know the name of. Even still, he had spotted you at once and recognized you the same instant. I mean how could he not know the face of the Hero who had tried to kill him countless times. But you just looked so damn good in that dress. Your costume didn't do justice to your curves, not the way this skimpy little thing did. He couldn't stop his feet from moving to your side. Or his hands from falling to your waist and yanking your ass against his groin. Dabi was always one to play with fire.

Maybe you didn't recognize him, although that was hard to believe, or you just didn't care who he was. Either way, you followed his lead. Grinding your rear against his hips. Your fingers running over his scared chest in feather light touches. you where the one to pull him out of the club and lean him up against the cold stone wall of the building. He had never thought about kissing you before, now it was all he wanted.

He had kissed you passionately while his fingers dug into your exposed thighs. His mouth traveled from your lips to your jawline, then your neck. He bit at your flesh, twisting it between his teeth before licking away the pain with his warm tongue. “I'm going to fuck you so hard, you aren't going to be able to walk tomorrow,” he growled into your collar bone.

“you better or else I'm going to walk my ass back here and find someone who will,” you snapped bringing your thigh between his legs, right against his growing bulge. He loved that you didn't roll over and give him what he wanted. He loved having to work for what he wanted.

It had been an amazing night. So amazing that he had given you his number. Well, the number to a burner phone but that's not the point. It wasn't often the two of you could hook up, you were busy a lot and he was in jail, a lot. But when he could have you it was always amazing. Over the months you staid the night more often, and every little thing he learned about you only made him love you more. It had been almost three whole weeks since he had last seen you but luckily the two of you had a fight.

Not a domestic fight (was it wrong that he wanted to have domestic fights with you?) but a real fight with blood and punching.  You could be ruthless when there were other people around.

“Damn, Baby that hurt,” he muttered looking at the staple you had just ripped out of his cheek.

“Don't you 'baby' me,” you snarled dodging one of Toga's knives as it whizzed past your head. He swung at you his fist engulfed in blue flames. You avoided it narrowly and stopped his foot with your dumb High healed boot. Honestly, how could you even fight in those things?

“Get out of here Dabi, you're only getting in the way!”  Shigaraki shrieked like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Dabi knew he wasn’t giving his all in this fight. You sure as hell weren't pulling any punches, but he couldn't bring himself to hit you as hard as he used to. He didn't need Shigaraki yelling at him twice. He wasted no time leaving the base and stumbling his way back to his lonely apartment. As he walked, he silently prayed you would get away unharmed.

He staggered into his bathroom and looked at himself in the small mirror above the sink. He looked like shit. The right side of his jaw was dark with blood and there was already a bruise forming on his temple. He dropped the staples on the lip of the sink and slouched down on the linoleum floor. His head was swimming and the harsh fluorescent lighting wasn't helping.  

The next thing he knew he was being jolted awake by a pounding at his door. It could be you. or it could be Shigaraki. “It's unlocked” he shouted hoping his voice would carry through the thin walls of his apartment. Just a moment later you were creeping into his bathroom.

“hey Baby,” you purred crouching down beside him  

“don't you Baby me,” he said mocking your voice. You winced.

“I'm sorry Babe, let me clean you up,” you whispered. He let you sit him on the edge of the bathtub and pull out your medical Aid kit. Dabi was glad you were using your stuff and not the half empty bottle of vodka and hello kitty band-aids he always used. You cleaned off the blood, stitched up his wounds, and even put his staples back in for him. All the while kissing him softly to distract him from the pain.

“there all better,” you said cheerfully

“don't tell me that means your leaving now,” he whined grabbing your wrist. He could always get away with being clingy when he was hurt.

“well my options are Paperwork or hanging out with you, and honestly, you are a lot more fun.” you purred kissing him again, this time more flirtatiously. He stood, cupping your face gently, and pressing you against the cold tile wall. His hands developed minds of there own and groped your ass.  Normally he would be rough both of you fighting for dominance. But tonight he just wasn't in the mood for anything rough, plus he was still kind of sore from the ass kicking he had just gone through.

“aren't you tired?” you asked sliding your hands up his shirt. He was tired, but he was also horny.

“you're just going to have to gentle with me,” he purred. Dabi grabbed you by the thighs, you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist. He smirked and surprised you by biting your shoulder.

“I'm delicate,” he whispered in your ear sending a shiver up your spine. He carried you to his bed his teeth nibbling along the side of your neck. He laid you down on his bed. He was out of breath already. You hooked your leg around his hips and flipped him so he was beneath you

“naught little thing,” he chuckled. You sat up on his lap and took off your shirt, revealing your black sports bra.

“Shut up and let me take care of you,” you said pulling off his shirt as well. Dabi had to say it was nice having you pamper him. You kissed him gently, letting your tongue explore the inside of his mouth. Dabi ran his hands over your back, holding you close.

Your mouth traveled lower, kissing his chest you ran your fingers over his nipples tweaking slightly. He hissed, making you twist his nipples once more, before moving lower. You kissed his hips while undoing is jeans with your hands. Dabi angled his hips up so you could slide his pants down his legs. You ran your fingers over his tented underwear.

“don't tease,” he grunted closing his eyes. You pulled his half hard cock out of his boxers. You pumped him slowly. You licked the underside of his cock the way he liked. You continued to tease his cock until he was rock hard and leaking pre-cum.  

“what do you want?” you asked, flicking your eyes up to meet his Azure eyes. There was a cold fire burning in his eyes that sent a wave of heat to your core.

“I want you to be good for me and sit on my face,” he growled. You were quick to remove the remainder of your clothing and scramble up the bed to meet him.

“are you sure you Dabi? You don't have to do that for me,” you whispered. He thought about it for a second and cupped your face pulling you in for a kiss. It was sweet and passionate, almost loving. You would have called it romantic if it was coming from anyone other than Dabi. You must be misreading thing again, because Dabi didn't do romantic.

You flipped from beside him to on top of him, giving him better assess to your mouth. His hips would buck up grazing his cock against your clit teasing you both with the bare minimum of friction. You kept having to remind yourself to keep things slow as not to hurt Dabi any more than you already had. Dabi didn't seem to have the same struggle as you did. He turned the kiss from sweet and passionate to sweet and Lazy and the teasing didn't seem to be affecting him as much as it did you.

“I need you inside of me babe,” you whimpered pulling away Dabi smirked.

“then take what you need baby,” he said, his voice like soft velvet. You took him in your hand again pumping him while lining him up with your entrance. You never grew tired of the soft ache that accompanied him filling you up. You took a deep breath trying to relax as Dabi tried not to buck his hips as you stretch your self out on his cock.

“you feel so good I missed this,” you moaned digging your nails into his chest. He settled his hands on your hips, ready to try and control your pace.

“I missed you too,” he whispered so quietly you almost couldn't make out the words. It sent a shiver down your spine. You didn't understand why he was being so sweet to you. maybe you had hit his head harder than you originally thought. Your heart insisted that he really did love you but you knew better than to get your hopes up.

You rocked your hips up and down slowly. He cupped your face and brought your mouth back to his as you moved your hips up and down. Dabi really loved your mouth, he loved how soft it was and how well it fit against his, he could die kissing you. Or fucking you for that matter.

You moved your body slowly, moving up his length than sinking back down. Dabi groaned into your mouth when you clenched around him. He slid his hands up your sides feeling your curves before wrapping his large hands around your breasts. He squeezed your soft mounds and rolled your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

He started rocking his hips up into you as his kiss and his fingers got needier. He couldn't seem to get enough of you. You could feel a tight ball of pleasure building inside your core as you continued to ride him.

“Fuck, Dabi I'm going to cum fuck I'm so close,”  you panted speeding up the buck of your hips.

“I'm close, too (y/n), G-gah just like that,” He moaned pushing his hips up into you. He dropped his hand to your pelvic bone fondling your clit as you rode him. Your thrusts faltered as you reached climax. Dabi rocked his hips against yours chancing his own orgasm.  You could feel hot spurts of cum fill you as you came down from your high.

You didn't even bother cleaning yourself off you just grabbed one of Dabi's shirts and fell asleep. Beside him. The fight and the sex had both tired you out more than you thought.

That's how Dabi got you here in his arms. He wished he could spend every night like this. With you cuddled into his chest. He closed his eyes pressing his lips to your forehead again.

“Dabi? Are you awake?” you whispered. No, no he wasn't awake for you to persuade him to let you go. You would just have to stay the whole night because he wasn't ready to let you go.

Your lips where so close to his, he could feel the soft puff of your breath hit his chin. “I love you Dabi,” you whispered against his lips. He jerked away to look at you in the darkness.

“What?”

edit: a lot of people wanted a follow-up for this so, here is part two  

[fleshangell]

{Warnings} Death, Blood, Gore

This is my first time posting my writing anywhere and I just hope this is good. I've been trying to get this right for a while now. Thank you also to my friend who was my beta reader you really are so amazing! Well enjoy and hopefully I'll make more parts to this soon.

If I can be called anything but a scoundrel I would like to be called darling, love, or, most of all, worthy. Though, I suppose I wasn't even worthy enough to have a nice, fast death. No, no, instead, there I was bleeding, my guts ripped open for the world to see in disgust. I swear that I could hear the dogs near my dying form gag. Speaking of dogs, I should probably say how exactly I even got like that. Well,  that's the thing.... I don't remember. I just woke up like that. I woke up in a dirty celler, guts out, with two dogs chained to the walls next to me. I don't even remember my life before that, nor my name. How I'm able to remember how to write is a miracle.

I laid there dying for who knows how long before the darkness finally took me in their sweet cold embrace. It was a fleeting embrace, like the softest of kisses before my lifeless form was dragged back to the land of the living where I laid on a bed of silks, myself changed out of the bloody clothes and bandages around my injuries.

"So it wasn't a dream..." My first words came as a shock to me honestly. I had only heard my groans and whimpers of pain before this moment. My voice was low yet slivery. I saw a mirror on the side of the bed and looked into it.

That couldn’t be me.... I don't look like that. My face. Was it always this deathly looking? My eyes and cheeks were almost sunken in. My skin was a sickly gray with hints of red. My hair was curly a nightly black so long I swore it could be a cape. My body was masculine, thin, and very tall; was i always like this and didn't see it? I swear my feet reminded me of a bat’s. My hands were long, with sharp claws. My eyes were the worst I believe, yellow and reflecting in the soft light of the room like an animal. Human eyes don't reflect like that, so am I no longer human? If so, then what the hell am I?!

I was stuck looking at myself for a long while, studying and trying to answer that very question with what little clues I had, until I heard a soft knock at the door to the room. I jumped a bit when my trance was broken. My first instinct was to hide, if even possible. I threw the covers over myself and curled up under them. I felt like a child.

I listened to the door opening and someone walking in. Even from their footsteps I could tell they were small. Then they started to hum softly the voice was feminine. The voice and the steps got closer to the bed and I hid more.

"Hello there, Mr. Lavigne. Are you going to keep hiding, or will you let me give you breakfast?" The soft, honey-like voice sang.

Slowly, I peaked out from my covers to see a short, slightly chubby woman. Her hair was that of light waves, and she had freckles on her soft face and hands. Her kind, brown eyes looked gold in the light of the window. She was holding a plate of food in front of her. I slowly got out the covers and sat up. Even sitting down, I dwarfed her.

"Mr. Lavigne, I'm Madeline Harry, but you can just call me Maddie. I'm sure you have many questions, so feel free to ask anything." She smiled softly to me, setting down the food in front of me.

"Um, yes, questions.... First one: um, what's my name? You've called me Mr. Lavigne, but is that really what it is?" I asked quietly, looking down at my food. It's almost all meat.

"Yes, that's indeed your name. You had your full name stitched into the collar of your jacket. Elias "Bo" Lavigne to be exact. Thankfully, it was still intact when you were attacked," she informed as she sat on the bed, not getting too close, though I didn't blame her with my appearance.

"Killed, you mean, Mrs. Harry," I snapped a bit, reminded by the slow pain.

"Yes, unfortunately, that is what happened," she consoled me, nodding a bit.

"’Unfortunately....’ I was laying, bleeding, guts out, not knowing my own fucking name or life, and it's unfortunate.... ‘Unfortunate’ is a cake going bad, Mrs. Harry. Not death," I growled. My emotions were finally getting to me. For a bit, I thought I was numb. At least that was something.

"Well yes, maybe that was an off choice of words. Forgive me, I guess being here and seeing others like you makes you numb to somethings," she said softly to me, her eyes filled slightly with guilt.

"Where exactly is here, and what do you mean ‘others like me’?" I questioned, my brow furrowed slightly.

"Well, others who have died and in a cruel manner of fate and have been brought back, just not in a human from. As for here, this is the house of the displaced. We help those like yourself get ready for your new lives, Mr. Lavigne."

“New lives....” I couldn't even remember my first life. I ate a bit, but the meats honestly didn't taste like anything. It was like chewing on paper.

Madeline must have seen my confusion before giggling a bit, comforting me with an answer. "You may not have your sense of taste for a few days, unfortunately. It takes a bit for your own body to get used to everything."

I nodded before eating a bit more, and maybe I was in a bit of shock from everything, but I stopped after only a few bites.

"Can you tell me everything you remember? I need to get as much information as I can so that you can be comfortable here. Maybe something like your favorite childhood memory?" She got out a notebook and pen, waiting with a soft smile on her face.

"The only thing I remember is my guts opened up in a dirty, shit filled cellar with starving dogs chained to the walls. Madeline, I couldn't remember my own fucking name. I don't even know if I had a life. Maybe it wasn't worth remembering." I chuckled nervously and held myself a bit. This was so much. Who was I?

Madeline just softly rubbed my knee from under the blanket, her eyes soft on me. She didn't say anything for a bit, but in a way, I think she understood.

"I have a small question, though. How was I found?" I finally got the strength to ask.

"A little boy found you. Apparently you were in his family's cellar. Scared him half to death, poor thing. He called the police, and next thing I knew, we were getting a call for a bat person stealing the street cats." She giggled softly.

"But I don't remember that. Or the cats....do I still have the cats?" I asked, surprised and looking around to find any felines in the room.

"Sometimes, when someone comes back like this, they sleepwalk in a way so that your mind clouds and you don't remember anything. Mostly, this sleepwalk helps others see what you were like in your previous life. Apparently, you liked cats. And no, unfortunately, we couldn't let you have any animals. The owner of the house is allergic to fur." She took the rest of my food and got off of the bed. "Speaking of the owner, you're going to be meeting them soon so we can work everything out."

I nodded, watching her clean up a bit, still thinking about, well, everything. She answered my questions for now, but more would come for sure. I waved bye to her as she left the room. I looked at my claws in a trance. Honestly, the way they shined in the light of the room was very pretty.

I sat there for a while before getting the courage to try and walk on my new feet. I will admit, I fell back on the bed the first seven times trying to stand alone. A good four times more making my first steps. Walking was a nightmare, holding onto the dressers and cabinets for dear life. I’m sorry to Madeline for the multiple scratch marks on the furniture. This destruction truly wasn't my intention, and you already seemed like nice woman.

I was holding onto a small vanity like the last life saver in Titanic as a small meow got my attention. I looked to the window to see a small kitten stuck in the tree by my room. I walked over, opening the window, looking at the small creature. It was a black cat with blue eyes, only a month old most likely crying from the height. I was looking around for the mother of the kitten, but no dice. I wanted to help the poor thing, but of course the lord of the house was allergic. But then the kitty looked at me with the softest of eyes and I caved. It was easy to scoop them out of the leaves, holding them close to me as I pet them. I was scared that my claws would hurt them, but it didn't happen.

The kitten was a girl, and due to her black fur I named her Midnight. She sat with me before going to sleep in my arms. I think that this was the first time I'd ever thought that maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

[banashee]

 Love comes on two and four legs

 Bucky curses up a blue storm as he realizes he’s forgotten his umbrella at the therapist’s office - again. He knows he’s had the last appointment of the day though, so they’re likely closed by now, and besides, he is already halfway home. There is no use in going back now when he’ll be back again on Friday.

 In a vain attempt to stay somewhat dry, he pulls the collar of his leather jacket as high as he possibly can, hurrying through the streets of New York in pouring rain. No one looks at him twice, which is a relief. He’s still kinda new to this civilian kind of lifestyle and when he’d first started therapy, he’d been an anxious wreck. Always feeling watched, uncomfortable in his own skin to the point where he’d refused to leave the flat on his own.

 It’s been two years since then, and while there still is a lifetime of trauma to work through and he’s having his fair share of bad days, there is no denying that Bucky is generally happy these days.

 Deep thunder rumbles in the sky, and the raindrops only get thicker - Bucky is almost running, but he is long since soaking wet.

 “Seriously Thor, now? You couldn’t have waited for like 30 minutes or so?” he complains under his breath as another thunder rumbles. Then he takes a sharp corner and hurries past an alleyway.

 Or at least, he wants to hurry, but then he picks up a small noise and stops in his tracks.

 There it is again. A small, high pitched whine, coming from a dumpster.

 Bucky frowns, stepping closer. When he opens the lid and the stench of New York garbage creeps up into his nostrils, but the meowing gets louder.

 A second later, Bucky is ripping open the plastic bag where the noise is coming from and then, a tiny, dirty ball of fur looks up at him with large blue eyes. It just about breaks his heart. Carefully, Bucky reaches out and picks the kitten up into his arms.

 “Oh, sweetheart. Who did this to you?”

 Another, pitiful meow is the answer. When Bucky runs one finger of his flesh hand softly over the kittens head, it starts purring immediately.

 “You’re coming home with me.” he decides, and wraps his new little friend into his leather jacket - suddenly, getting soaked through doesn’t look as bad anymore.

 The rest of the way is wet and cold, but there is a purring ball of fur snuggled up against his chest and Bucky knows the kitten already stole his heart. Huh. So this is what it must be like to be Clint - he’ll give him so much shit for this, after years of Bucky accepting his tendency to pick up any animal that is abandoned or lost that crosses his way. Which is a lot.

 But Clint is unable to leave anything to suffer without at least trying to help, and as much as Bucky teases him for turning their apartment into a foster home for strays on a regular basis, he loves him for it. He loves him for it because it shows how much he cares.

 And now he’s picked up a stray of his own.

 When Bucky opens the door to their apartment he does so with one hand and calls,

 “Darling, I’m home!”

 A blond head peaks up from behind a huge coffee pot.

 “Hey Baby!”

 Clint gets up from his spot on the breakfast bar and crosses the room to greet his boyfriend. He stops right before he goes for a hug and just pecks him on the lips before asking,

 “What’cha got there?” while gesturing to the bundled up leather jacket in his arms.

 As if on cue, the white kitten wiggles it’s head out and meows again.

 “Found her - him? - I’ll go with ‘her’ for now - in a dumpster. Poor thing was screaming her head off in a plastic bag.” Bucky explains, and Clint carefully  reaches out, letting the kitten sniff his hand before gently petting it.

 “Poor baby. Who’s the bastard who did this to you, huh? I just want to talk.” he asks the kitten and once again, it’s purring under the touch. Clint smiles fondly. He’s always had a knack for picking up strays, and it sure looks like he’s finally rubbed off on Bucky.

 It’s not like Bucky would be anything but wonderful and supportive. He helps to take care of the little and not-so-little critters, stays up all night if needed and he will make runs to the vet and to get supplies without getting told or a single word of complaint. He’ll happily do all that and much more, but until now, it’s always been Clint who turned up home with a creature in need. Dogs, cats, birds. One one occasion, even a ferret, which was quickly picked up by his very grateful owner.

 Besides seething anger towards the people who are cruel enough to abuse and abandon animals and rapidly building up love for the kitten, this whole situation leaves Clint quietly gleeful. Oh, how the tables have turned.

 “We still have kitten formula in the kitchen, do we?” Bucky asks, scratching the fluffy chin and smiles when kitty leans into his touch.

 “Always.”

 They’re well stocked up on animal supplies, prepared for unexpected fluffy or feathery visitors any time of the day.

 “Wanna go change while the water heats up?”

 Bucky has no idea how long the cat was left in that alleyway, but he’s sure she must be starving. So he shakes his head.

 “I’m good for now.”

 The milk is prepared in no time, and Bucky feeds it to her with a small syringe and special nips just for this purpose.

 He’s always been fond of animals, and living with Clint and Lucky certainly has gotten him used to being surrounded by them. But right at this moment, something fierce and protective is burning in his chest. As the white, fluffy ball of fur is hungrily drinking the offered milk, mewling a little every now and then, and Bucky just knows he’s done for.

 He’s had this cat for not even an hour, and he already knows he’d willingly kill and die for her - Clint looks at him, with a small smile and so much love, he clearly knows what Bucky is thinking right at this moment.

 After all, Clint himself had beat up a bunch of assholes and then paid a fortune at the vet when he rescued Lucky from the very same asses he’d kicked that day.

 No words are needed, but when the kitten is no longer hungry and Bucky is stroking her fur with so much care and a happy little smile, he takes a good look at him and another one at the cat.

 Bucky looks soaked and cold, and he should have gotten out of his clothes much sooner. The cat, although dry, has dark spots caked in her fur. It’s a very sorry sight, the two of them.

 Clint runs one gentle hand through his boyfriends long dark hair and his fingertips over the kittens head. He decides to break up this cozy round before all of them fall asleep right on the spot.

 “Okay, I think Kitty here needs a bath and so do you.”

 Bathing is not exactly the kittens favourite activity. She voices her disapproval with constant tiny meows while Bucky keeps apologizing over and over, reassuring the cat that it’s all for the best.

 They seem to have come to a mutual understanding once she’s clean and wrapped into a fluffy towel. It’s been warmed up on the heater, and the sound of content purring keeps Bucky company while he steps into the shower himself.

 When washing his hair with a conditioner, he can make out the sound of the doorbell going off, quickly followed by excited barking, a female voice and laughter. All of this can only mean one thing - Kate is here and she brought Lucky back.

 Both of these things are great news, and by the time both Bucky and the cat leave the bathroom, she’s already sprawled on the armchair with her legs hanging over one side. She’s gesturing with her hand holding a mug of coffee while Clint nods along to her story, attention half on her and half on Lucky who demands belly scratches from him.

 “Katie!” With a wide grin, Bucky reaches down to ruffle her hair. She hates this particular move. Most people would lose a finger for attempting this, but Kate loves Bucky and always lets him get away with it. So naturally, he does it whenever he gets the chance.

 “Robocop!” Kate exclaims happily, catches his arm and pulls him down for a hug. Bucky needs to angle his body so the bundled up cat cradled in his other arm doesn’t get crowded.

 “Good to see you. And careful there, we’ve got a visitor.”

 The cat chirps at that, like she’s trying to say, “Hi, yes, I’m here!” and Kate scoots closer to take a look.

 “Hello tiny one. Who are you?” Kate coos at the kitten, gently reaching out. Cautiously at yet another new human, the cat sniffs at her hand, then accepting Kate petting her.

 About a minute later, three grown adults and one large dog are sprawled across the living room floor as they watch the kitten slowly emerge from the towels and start exploring her new environment.

 Lucky seems to be interested, but remains calm. He is long used to meeting other animals, and so far, he has been gentle and well behaved with all of them. As time goes on, the kitten gets a little braver and walks straight up to the dog.

 Lucky is crouched down to the floor with his front paws, back legs propped up and tail wagging. As the cat walks up to him, the message “come on, let’s play!” is written all over his face and he boops her with his nose.

 The size difference is enormous. Lucky is a large dog, and although he is of gentle nature, there is a lot of strength packed into him. He might get overexcited and waltz into people, clear the living room table with his tail or tackle Clint to the floor whenever he comes home dead on his feet, but he knows to be careful when interacting with kids or smaller animals.

 This kitten is literally the size of his snout. Despite this, she lumbers over and cautiously raises one tiny paw and quickly taps Lucky’s nose. He sniffs her, then gives her another boop with his nose. After a while of back and forth, he simply flops down onto the floor without a care in the world and the kitten curls up on Bucky’s lap again to take a long nap.

 It’s been a long, long day.

 When Bucky is curled around Clint that night, with Lucky by their feet and a little nest of blankets and a heating pad for kitty to cocoon into right next to the bed, he’s happy and content. Part of him is wondering, wishing… With a sigh, he falls asleep and the last thing he notices is the feeling of fur under his fingertips from where his hand is dangling off of the bed. Then a soft kiss to the sensitive skin on his neck, and he is out like a light.

 The next day, first thing after breakfast, they make a field trip to their usual vet. While the kitten didn’t seem to be particularly unwell, they want to make sure she is all well as she can be - especially to think of the way Bucky has found her in the first place.

 He’s done this countless times before, and yet this is different. Bucky finds himself even more concerned, even more protective than usual, but as it turns out, the kitten is as well as she can be. A little girl, mostly healthy although undernourished. With love, care, time and regular check ups, she will have a happy start in life, the vet says with a smile and sends them back on their way.

 Both Bucky and Clint are relieved to hear this - as adorable as the first evening has been, both of them have been concerned.

 “So…” Clint starts, pulling Bucky out of his kitty-watching-trance as they sit in the subway with the carrier in between them, “Do you know what you wanna call her?”

 It only takes him one long look into the blue eyes and the fluffy white fur to decide.

 “Alpine. I think she looks like Alpine.”

 As if to agree, Alpine chirps and Bucky all but melts into a puddle. This cat has totally wrapped him around her paw and she knows it.

 “I just-” he stops himself, but Clint looks at him questioningly. “I just hope whoever ends up adopting her likes that name, too.”

 Bucky is pathetically proud that he sounds as calm as he does. He has fallen heads over heels in love with this little creature, and as much as he’d love to keep her, he knows they can’t keep every stray they find. Letting go means more space for more little lives they can save.

 “Oh I’m sure he does.” Clint answers instantly.

 “Wait, you already know…?”

 “Of course. He’s kinda tall, dark hair, a bit grumpy looking. Metal arm,” Clint continues, and Bucky is left sitting there dumbfounded as he alternates between staring into his boyfriend’s eyes and into the cat carrier.

 “...Real handsome fella, great abs by the way, and don’t get me started on-” Okay, so he’s definitely blushing now. Goddamnit.

 “Oh my God, Clint, stop flirting, you’ve already got me. Can we maybe go back to the part where Alpine is somehow… Mine?”

 The little old lady sitting across from them chuckles, shoots them a fond look and then pretends to look out the window instead of eavesdropping on their conversation. She is not nearly as sneaky as she might think - or maybe she just doesn’t care.

 Clint blinks, then smiles. “Of course. You’ve found her, and I don’t think anyone would be able to separate the two of you even if they tried. Not that I’d want to. I love watching you interact with her.”

 “Aww, how sweet.” the old lady coos, and Bucky can feel his cheeks heat up even more, but there are butterflies in his stomach. He didn’t think he could fall any more in love with this wonderful man next to him. He is well aware that he is probably grinning like a fool, but he’s too happy to care.

 He is in love, life is good, and he’s a Cat Dad now. Taking the hand Clint is offering in his own, fingers intertwined, he remains mostly in silence for the rest of the ride home.

 Really, what else could he possibly wish for?

 If anyone would have told him a few years ago that this would be his life one day, he’d have thought it to be a cruel joke. But it’s very much real, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

 “Lucky, we’re home!”

 The announcement is entirely unnecessary, since the dog in question is already waiting behind the door, ready to greet his humans in the proper fashion he approves of - running face first into their legs and getting up on his hind legs to be able to reach their faces to lick.

 “Hey, boy. Yes, I know, we’ve been gone forever.” Clint is rubbing Lucky’s ears just the way he knows he loves, and is rewarded with a sweet, absolutely content, open mouthed doggy smile and a wagging tail.

 Bucky snorts - it’s not even lunch time, but try explaining that logic to the dog. It doesn’t stop him from petting Lucky just as much as always, because coming home here still feels like the best thing ever.

 “Look, your little sister is back home again.” Bucky tells the dog while gently ruffling his fur.

 With perfect timing as always, Alpine is strolling out of the now open carrier like she owns the world, then she patiently allows Lucky to lick her head a few times. She leans into the touch and flops down to the floor, completely happy where she is as long as Lucky remains close to provide a heat source.

 Later in the day, Bucky naps on the couch with Alpine curled up on his chest. Her purring vibrates through him like a little motor, and while dozing off, he can feel something settle deep in his chest.

 Bucky is on the way out of his therapists office once again when his phone vibrates with a new text message from Clint. He steps to the side in the hallway, because of course it’s pouring from the skies outside once again.

 When he opens up their ongoing conversation, there are two new messages - a video, and a row of purple hearts and crying emojis. Nothing else.

 He uses the wifi of the building to download the video, and when he lets it play, Bucky is about to melt into a puddle right there and then.

 The video shows the cozy corner by the heater in their bedroom, and Lucky is in his usual spot in his fluffy dog bed. From the side of the frame, Alpine climbs into it and snuggles up right into the dog's face.

 Alpine is as tiny and fuzzy as always, which never fails to steal anyone's heart.

 But especially next to Lucky’s giant head and the way he grooms her until she’s got enough and simply wants to snuggle more has Bucky clutching his phone in a deathgrip, smiling all over and getting impatient to be home.

 Before he heads off, he replies with just about the same emojis that Clint sent with his message, then Bucky forwards the video to Steve, Nat and Sam.

 Another night, not long after, Clint walks into the apartment to find music playing loudly.

 He doesn’t need to go far in to check what’s going on, because he can already see Bucky waltzing through the room with Alpine in his arms, looking like he doesn’t have a single care in the world.

 Clint falls in love with him all over again, and he spends quite a bit of time just standing in the doorway, watching the scene in front of him with a besotted smile. He loves coming home to this - so much.

 When Bucky sees him, he waltzes over, still holding Alpine in one arm, he pulls Clint close to dance with him - and who is he to deny a beautiful man his wish when he looks at him with so much sparkling happiness in his eyes?

 It doesn’t matter that Bucky is in sweatpants and fluffy socks while Clint still wears his combat boots, carefully avoiding stepping on any toes. They’re simply living in the moment, as best as they can.

 Lucky, sprawled all over the couch, just blinks his one remaining eye open to watch what the funny humans are up to now - then he dozes back off, content just where he is.

*+~

Prompt No. 27 - Little Sister

                             Notes:  

This is the most adorable video. And it was my inspiration for writing this ♥

https://banashee.tumblr.com/post/626543621873795072/everythingfox-illegally-small-via

[furuba-imagines]

A Glimmer of Hope [1]

A/N: I shall be posting requests over the weekend. I started writing this story around 2016 (it’s on my quotev and FanFiction.Net) but bc of the rebooted anime I decided to reboot my own story as well the new anime’s honour :3

Word Count: 2706

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sad character past, mentions of family abuse. Crappy format bc it was posted on mobile app. I’ll fix it up later. For now, enjoy!!

Pairing: Eventual Kyo x Oc

Story Notes:

Bold text is Amélie’s thoughts and inner dialogue.

Italicised text is when Amélie is narrating bits of the story like Tohru does in the anime as well as flashbacks (I will let you know what’s a flashback and what’s not though)

ONE - ENCOUNTERS

Amélie smiled to herself as she breathed in the fresh morning air. She marvelled at how beautiful and blue the sky was and how the white fluffy clouds looked as if they were painted in gentle strokes.

'Oooh yeah, that sun feels so warm.'

The sun shone bright, warming up her pale skin, erasing the goose bumps that littered her exposed arms. Turning back to the small black tent that she currently called home, her lip twitched and formed into a forlorn smile as she looked at the photograph sitting atop a folded pile of clothes in a simple brown wooden picture frame. It was a picture of her when she was six, posing with her mum and dad. Everything was so happy and bright back then... but a dark storm washed all that happiness away and she hasn't really felt it since. Despite the accident that befell them happening so long ago, it still got to her. It still haunted her dreams at night and plagued her thoughts during daylight. She wished she could just stop feeling – it would make things so much easier.

With a heavy sigh, Amélie grabbed her school bag and guitar and secured them both around her back and shoulder respectively. She cast one last glance at the picture before zipping up the tent and making sure it was secure, not that she was worried about anyone breaking in. Not many people passed by this area.

'See you guys soon. I love you.'

Even so, she didn't keep her more valuable belongings in the tent, like her piano keyboard. She kept that safely locked up in the school music room. Normally, she'd leave her guitar there too but she wanted to work on the new song she was writing. But she never kept both instruments in the tent at the same time in case something did happen. She didn't want to risk it no matter how small the chance. A part from the picture, her guitar and piano were the only things she had left of her parents. They were both musicians – her mum sang and wrote and her dad played. Music was one of the only things she still found happiness in. She hoped that one day her music would be played across the world for people to enjoy.

Amélie tugged at her uniform, wishing she had a mirror to check herself with. Amélie was never very fond of the girl's uniform so she wore the boy's one instead. She traded in her skirt and blouse for the pants and collared shirt and paired it with her own plain black Doc Martin's. She felt more comfortable in them than the lace up shoes the school provided. The school faculty stopped carding her after the first two weeks she refused to change. She also liked the fact that she didn't have to worry about boys trying to sneak-a-peak up her skirt. The last boy who tried walked away with a swollen cheek, bruised eye and busted lip. She stood by her actions however.

'The little shit deserved it. He had it coming if you ask me.'

Amélie hadn't always lived in a tent. After the death of her parents, her French side of her family were given custody over her but she wouldn't really call them family. The first thing they did was disown her, cast her out and hand her over to the state orphanage as soon as they could. She ended up living there until she was thirteen after her Japanese side of the family finding out about her and adopting her. Amélie would've preferred to stay at the orphanage since they were more of a family than her actual relatives. By the age of sixteen she had endured enough of their abuse and torment and ran away. She ended up staying at both her friends, Uotani and Hanajima's place for a while upon their insistence but the guilt became too much so she lied about having found good accommodation. In reality, she kept moving from hotel to hotel until she was forced to live in the tent she was living in currently. A glamorous life she liked to sarcastically call it, but she was grateful at least that she wasn't living on the sidewalks or under a bridge somewhere.

"Il ya toujours un arc en ciel après la tempéte!" She quoted to herself. There's always a rainbow after a storm. It was something her mother used to quote quite often.

The forest that she walked through she found to be quite calming and beautiful with all the tall trees and lush greenery. With that being said, feeling a little adventurous this morning and wanting to delay school as much as she could, she decided to take a different route. The more she drifted away from her usual path, the more the forest became increasingly unfamiliar until she had no idea where she was going.

"Fuck sakes," She cursed. 'Why would you even try straying from the main path with your horrible sense of direction? I'm such an idiot sometimes.'

However, much to her surprise, something in the peripherals of her vision captured her attention and halting her steps. To her far right, down a hill was a large clearing that lead to a traditional Japanese looking house. Amélie should've known that a forest as beautiful as this one had to have some kind of estate built upon it. With her curiosity piqued to the max, she couldn't help herself and decided to investigate.

‘A little snooping wouldn't hurt anybody.'

"It's called trespassing Amélie and its illegal," she reminded herself but proceeded to ignore her own warning.

Amélie was careful as she made her way down the hill. Hiding behind a bush, she did a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear before approaching the house.

'At least they don't have to worry about annoying neighbours. Must be nice to live here.'

Coming up close to the porch, Amélie couldn't help but be drawn to little ornaments sitting on a wooden rack. Upon closer inspection, she recognised them as the twelve animals of the Chinese zodiac. She smiled to herself.

"They look so well made and detailed. I wonder how long it took to paint them all..."

"Hello, this is a surprise. We don't get many young girls wondering around these parts."

Amélie bristled at the sudden voice and stumbled backwards, almost falling flat on her ass.

'Shit, shit! You've done fucked up now! Run before he calls the cops on you for trespassing! On second thought... he doesn't look too mad. Just play it cool and maybe you can leave without getting into any trouble.'

"I'm so sorry sir! I was just admiring I swear! I'm not here to cause you any trouble." She barely managed to string her words together without fumbling over them.

The man just chuckled and waved a hand at her. "It's quite alright, no harm done." The man's smile turned pensive. "I just find it hard to imagine that a teenager like yourself would find this place interesting." He mused.

'Oh thank goodness, I'm not in trouble.'

Amélie was quick to shake her head as she knelt in front of the rack, the man following suit. "No, it's a very lovely place. And I especially love these little zodiac ornaments here. Did you make them?" She asked.

"Yes I did. They're a favourite of mine too you could say."

Amélie scanned every rock that had been painted with detail and precision but a frown soon formed on her face when she noticed something missing.

"Of course you left out the cat just like everyone else." She muttered. It was more to herself than to the man in front of her although she realised she must've spoken too loud because of his surprised expression.

"The cat? Oh right, I see. You're referring to the old zodiac folktale." He said in realisation and Amélie nodded.

"I used to get dad to tell me the story sometimes before bed. I've always thought the cat had just as much importance to the story as any of the other animals did. I always felt for him."

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>>>Flashback<<<

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Little Amélie laid in her bed all snuggled and tucked beneath her plush blankets.

"Goodnight princess," Mr. Hoshimi smiled down at his daughter and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. As soon as he stood up to leave though, Amélie grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt and tugged on it.

"Wait! Can you tell me that story about the animals again? Pwease?" She pouted, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. The elder man quickly fell for her doe eyes and hopeful smile and found himself smiling along with her.

"Oh wow could I ever say no to that cute face?" he cooed, sitting back down onto the bed.

"A long, long time ago, god decided to invite all of the animals to a glorious banquet. He sent out word for all of them to come to his house the following evening and he told them not to be late.

"Can you name all the animals Amélie?"

Amélie sat up straight and proudly listed all the animals – The dog and the dragon, the rabbit and tiger, the rat and the pig, the cow and horse, the sheep and the rooster, the monkey, the snake... "And my favourite, the cat!" She cheered.

Mr. Hoshimi just laughed and tucked Amélie back underneath the sheets and continued with the story.

"However, when the mischievous rat heard the news, he decided to play a trick on his fellow neighbour – the cat. He told the cat that the party was the day after tomorrow."

Amélie turned her nose up and scowled. "I hate this part," She grumbled with a huff. "The poor kitty cat deserves better..."

"The very next day, all of the animals lined up for the celebrations with the rat leading the way, riding all the way on the back of the cow. Everyone had a wonderful time, except for the foolish cat who missed the whole thing." Mr. Hoshimi finished.

When he looked down at his daughter, he chuckled at her grumpy pout and furrowed brows.

"Amélie honey, why so grumpy?" He asked, but he knew why. She always got mad at the rat for tricking the cat, even though it was only just a story, Amélie had vowed to be the protector of all cats.

"Because the rat was so mean! If I was the cat, I would've kicked the rats butt for being such a... well, a butt!" She exclaimed, balling her hands into tiny fists.

"And if mummy heard you talk like that, she'd have yours."

Amelie giggled sheepishly before a thought popped into her head. "Do you think the cat would like it if I started a year of the cat?!"

Mr. Hoshimi just smiled. "I'm sure he would love that honey."

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>>> End of Flashback <<<

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The kimono wearing man smirked and tapped his fingers against his chin in thought. "Funny, I wonder how he would feel after hearing that story, knowing he has a little fan."

Snapping out of her reverie, she looked at him with a confused tilt of her head. "I'm sorry, who?"

The man shook his head and part of her wondered if she was actually meant to hear what he had said or not.

"Oh nevermind. So, what year were you born in?" He asked, quickly distracting her by changing the subject and Amélie went along with it.

"Year of the Ox," she replied.

The man nodded but Amélie noticed his eyes drift to her uniform. Most people found it odd that she wore the boy's uniform so she was used to it by now. She was about to speak, but he beat her to it.

"I apologise, I don't mean to stare. I've just never seen a girl wear the boy's uniform before. I must say though, you pull it off quite well."

Amélie's cheeks flushed at the compliment. She was the worst when it came to accepting flattery and compliments.

"Thank you."

"You're not from around her are you?" He asked suddenly in a curious tone.

Amélie had been waiting for that question. Something she was often asked about also.

"It's my accent isn't it?" She supplied with a smirk.

'I'm glad it isn't too thick for people to understand me.'

"It is quite nice to listen to. I mean, aside from your pretty fa-"

Whatever the man was going to say next came to an abrupt stop and was replaced with a pained gasp as something landed on his head. It was a schoolbag, just like the one Amélie and most other high school students had.

'Oh shoot, did not expect that.'

"My head!"

"Will you at least try to control yourself?" A new voice sighed.

Amélie's eyes trailed up the person's arm that held the bag until she reached their face and her eyes widen in shock.

'No way, Yuki lives here?! If I get caught with him, that stupid fan club of his won't let me hear the end of it.'

Yuki turned his attention away from the man to Amélie. "Good morning Miss Hoshimi, I'm sorry for my cousin. He's bit of a flirt but's he's harmless. It's best to just ignore him."

"Oh no, it's alright. We were just talking is all; he's good company."

The man, Yuki's cousin, rubbed the sore spot on his head. "What do you have in there? A dictionary or something?"

Yuki barely batted an eyelash at his whining. "Two dictionaries actually," he sighed in exasperation as he slid the schoolbag onto his back, adjusting the straps so it fit comfortably on his shoulders.

Yuki's cousin rubbed his head one last time. "So, you two know each other?" He asked, pointing between the two of them.

"Miss Hoshimi and I are in the same class."

Amélie dipped her head in a respectful bow. "The name's Amélie, pleasure to meet you." She officially greeted.

"Same here. I'm Shigure Sohma and Yuki here is my little cousin." He explained with a friendly smile.

"And what brings you to our house this morning?" Yuki asked in his usual soft and polite voice.

Amélie offered them a nervous smile, rubbing the back of her neck. 'I can't exactly tell them that I live in the middle of the forest. They'll probably laugh at me. I need to think of something good to say and fast!'

"Oh uh, well you know, I live... nearby." She trailed off lamely. It wasn't a complete lie.

'Oh yeah, that's such a good cover up.'

She gulped when she noticed their stunned expressions and wished they would change the subject. She didn't do well under pressure.

"Around here? Really?"

"You do? Where?" Yuki pressed. Amélie was hyperaware of how clammy the palms of her hands were becoming.

'Abort! Abort!'

"I don't mean to be rude but I should probably head to school. I haven't been late in a while and I wanted to keep my record clean this semester."

'As if they cared or needed to know that last bit.'

She bowed to them once again. "It was nice chatting with you. Have a good day." She said in a hurry, quickly turning on her heel and walking away.

'Don't look back. Just keep walking...'

"Miss Hoshimi?" Yuki called out after her.

Amélie sighed inwardly. 'Dammit.'

Putting on a smile, she turned to face him. "Yeah?"

"Since you're here, why don't we walk to school together?" He suggested.

'Say no. It's not worth the wrath of the fan club.'

"Sure, I don't see why not?" She accepted with a forced smile.

The entire walk was done so in an awkward silence as neither Yuki nor Amélie spoke a word or even looked at each other. And to make matters worse, they did eventually run into the Prince Yuki Fan Club, prompting both teens to ignore their chants and poses which only made it all the more awkward until they parted their separated ways.

'I better prepare myself for their onslaught of pathetic questioning.'

Amélie groaned. She could feel the headache coming on already...

[dr-astormylasthurrah]

questions and answers...

done over discord, collected here for archives!

(also, a reminder that the askbox is always open~)

“Does anyone like to collect or hoard things?”

CHIYO: I really, really like collecting headbands!! I’ve got a frankly embarrassing collection at home, from Hello Kitty styled ones to more “mature” looking ones. My grandma gave me a lot of my collection, so they’re really important to me! AMAL: I don’t really have time to collect things. Collecting postage stamps would be a nice hobby if it didn’t get so expensive with limited runs or whatever. TATSUMARU: ... Why would... why would I want to spend money on things I don’t need or want? SENTAROU: I collect interesting yarn. But you didn’t hear that from me and if you ever tell anyone I’m legally obligated to kill you. IRIS: Um... hair clips? I have a few sets depending on what I feel like doing! And I buy more every year for my birthday. It... might be a problem. ASTER: Bold of you to assume I know anything about myself, let alone what I have at home. Bold of you to assume I know where my home is, too. I hope past me collected rocks. Not gemstones or anything, just funky rocks. CLAUDE: If it exists in collectible form, I have a few. Don’t even ask me to pick a specific thing, ahaha. My room’s a mess. Wait, Kinder egg toys! Those are fun. HIRONO: I don’t really collect things, but I do keep a lot of physical photographs of places I’ve been to and people I like. Photography reminds me of Megumi, so I like doing it! ALEXEI: Feathers. Call me predictable, but I prefer “dedicated” or “has a very clear idea of what I want in life”. RIRIKA: I collect anime girl PNGs. Never, ever play gacha idol games. Don’t make my mistakes. TSUKINO: I have a TON of plane tickets!! Well, most of them aren’t mine, and sometimes I just beg them off people at airports and they look at me weird. It’s so neat knowing that these little papers can take you anywhere and that they’re from so many cool places, too! BRENDAN: I hoard anything I can fit in my toolbelt and save for later. So like, odds and ends. I, uh... may have a problem with never throwing things away. TIANA: A lot of my jewelry is from lot sales conducted by my aunt. I suppose most of the reason I have so much of it is to feel closer to my family, though I make some of it myself, too. RYOUJI: I collect... what do I collect, actually? I collect dust from sitting in one place for so long. Haha. I’m kidding, I’m always on my feet, please god send help I just want to sleep. TRISTAN: I don’t see the point in keeping so much stuff. Not to sound like a cleaning show host, but collecting things is such a waste of time, space, and money. No offense. KANEMORI: I don’t usually care about things but I got one of those little, what are they called, aquabead bracelets? From a sponsor? And suddenly my house is full of cheap bracelets. Especially those thin vinyl ones, those are the best. Why has my life come to this though.

“Do they dress for looks or comfort? What’s their fashion angle?”

CHIYO: I’d say looks are... most of it? I mean, of course I want to be comfortable, but ultimately I don’t think I’m ever going to stop worrying about passing. It does help that I genuinely like skirts and dresses and stuff, although I’m still kinda insecure about showing too much skin. I like the aesthetic of Howl’s Moving Castle, so I think that’s the kind of fashion I’d like to wear - something simple and crisp. AMAL: For me, fashion is definitely comfort over appearance. I haven’t really thought about what I wear in a while. Bates says I look like a wannabe TA who’s currently sucking up to the professor and I am ACTIVELY CHOOSING to view that as a compliment. Fuck you, Bates. TATSUMARU: In all honesty, what I wear every day is only a slight modification of what I wear onstage. I haven’t even thought about what I would wear if not this. Although this cloak is nice. SENTAROU: Are you kidding? Comfort all the way, but because of my stupid job I have to look at least somewhat professional. Hence, the tuxedo jacket. This is my life hack or whatever, I just toss it on if I need to look fancy. If I had my way, I’d be wearing T-shirts and jackets all the time. I’m not interested in looking nice for other people’s enjoyment, thank you very much. IRIS: As much as I’d love to dress up, I don’t leave my house very often, so there’s really no point in wearing anything fancy. I guess off the shoulder tops would be cute? I don’t really know. Oh, but if societal standards weren’t a thing, I’d love to have a pair of those kiddie butterfly wings! ASTER: ... I mean assuming what I’m wearing right now is close to my normal clothes, I guess this is looking a lot like function over form. But given the option, I think I’d wear more patterns. Like, yeah, I like simple clothing items, but I also want to wear some kind of personality, y’know? I’d keep this jacket, for example. But I want patterns on my pants. CLAUDE: It’s a mix of both for me! Just, y’know, my idea of “comfort” doesn’t exactly match with other people’s. I try to go for an approachable but fashionable vibe! Thin, large sweater tops, scarves, I’d basically be the poster child of every men’s fashion catalogue if I could be, ahaha. HIRONO: Definitely comfort. I’m used to being overlooked, so I may as well be comfortable. Though I’m told if I dress in a suit and fold my arms, my glare is impressive enough to melt holes in steel. I guess that’s kind of cool, but I’d still rather have people to talk to, y’know. ALEXEI: Comfort. Yes, this includes the cape. The cape is comfort. I am comfortable being dramatic and unknowable to man. Fuck off if you have a problem. RIRIKA: Looks, of course. It’s a little hard for me not to be detail oriented, considering my talent and everything, and besides, dressing nicely makes me feel more confident. I like layering things and using repetitive colors or patterns to tie outfits together. Sometimes I’ll focus all of my energy into an outfit in order to kill God or something. I don’t know. TSUKINO: I don’t know what this is! I wish I could be more punkish when I’m flying with like spikes and everything but noooo apparently that’s a “safety hazard” and “a distraction to the instructor”. Well, joke’s on you, safety instructor, but my normal flight clothes have studs on them ANYWAY. I’m gonna fight the establishment in every way, bitch! BRENDAN: It’s comfort. It’s absolutely just for comfort. I’ve had this jacket since I was 12, 13...? I bought it two sizes too big and it’s so worn out now that I’ve had to sew patches into it, but I hate throwing anything away so I just keep it. So I guess my fashion sense is just... “shabby”. I don’t mind, though! I think it gives me character. TIANA: Looks are MUCH more important than comfort when it comes to clothes. A good outfit can make or break someone’s perception of you. Though I don’t like to wear full business attire every day and I can’t imagine doing so at this time, I think it’s wise to at least have a decent collared shirt at all times. As for my shorts and socks... I think I just have a look going on here. Besides, gyaru fashion is quite cute. So roll with it. RYOUJI: Uh... At this point, imma keep it real with you, my fashion sense is a game of “how androgynous can I go without my parents suspecting anything”. I’m kind of dying in this, considering the heat of wearing two layers and a binder, but I also don’t care anymore. I guess I’m okay wearing T-shirts and stuff if I don’t have anywhere to be, but I’d like to at least LOOK competent, you know? TRISTAN: I’m wearing socks and sandals as we speak. So take a guess. I look exactly like a stereotypical gamer because it’s true. KANEMORI: Weird as this is to say, I favor both. I’m never far from a spotlight, between me and my parents and everything, so I have to look at least kind of presentable at all times. Which sucks, but it’s what I grew up with, so I guess that’s just how my life is. I’m used to just wearing T-shirts and stuff. If I had to wear a tie I guess I’d just choke or something.

For Hirono: What's your favorite genre of music?

EKYOU: Uh... anything, I guess? I have what’s described as “eclectic” taste. But I promise I’ll listen to anything people show me, and I’ll do my best to like it!

Uhmm for Iris: How would your ideal romantic date be?

SUMITAMA: E-eh?? This is super cheesy, but... I like the idea of a traditional date! A fancy dinner with candles and everything. SUMITAMA: Oh, but outside of that, I’d really enjoy a date where I can do things I love with someone I love! Walking around a botanical garden, or having a library day... As long as it’s free. I need to save money for textbooks. College courses are evil, don’t do them.

for ryouji: do you keep your room as clean as you keep the kitchen?

ATSUI: HAHAHAHAHA no I wish. ATSUI: The kitchen thing isn’t so much my rules as my parents’ rules, but it’s good to follow - if your kitchen is a mess you’re going to knock something over and regret everything. This may or may not be from personal experience. ATSUI: But my room?? That’s my HOME. That’s my PRIVATE AREA. I’m going to trip over everything in it and no one can say shit. ATSUI: I should probably start picking up all the laundry though.

Alexei, what is the most beautiful bird you have ever seen and why do you think is the most beautiful?

BAZHANOV: Pigeons are underrated. They have iridescent feathers and yet we as humans still consider them nuisances. It’s a shame. BAZHANOV: I would say something real deep about the nature of humanity to ignore beauty but I’m pretty sure that people hate them because they shit everywhere. Which is fair enough, I suppose.

For Chiyo: This is going to sound really dumb, but do you like to read? If so, what sorts of things do you like to read (genre-wise)?

CHIYO: I like kids books a lot more than young adult stuff. You know how young adult novels these days are always either “gritty sci-fi suspense” or “vaguely Eurocentric fantasy” or “heartwarming realistic fiction”? Kids stories are a lot more creative. And with a lot less pointless death. CHIYO: As for what kind of stories, I think fantasy/sci-fi is nice! Especially books that lean on fairytale elements and mythology, it’s like a history lesson and story at once! CHIYO: But, uh, I don’t understand that series with the talking cats. I tried to read it a few times but I think that’s just something you have to get into as a child.

(This is going off Western genres I don’t actually know shit abt Japanese novels)

Tsukino, do you have a celebrity crush?

CHISAKI: THE LEAD SINGER OF R3BELS OBVIOUSLY.

Does Alexei just have the one mask or does he have multiple for different outfits/occasions

BAZHANOV: Just the one. It’s surprisingly hard to track down decent and inexpensive masks for dramatic occasions. I wish I had more, but it’s also not as if I have the money to procure them. BAZHANOV: ... Unrelated, how feasible is it to break into a bank?

hirono, how did you start ōendan?

EKYOU: After... well, after some family things happened, my oldest brother Rousei thought that I needed something to do. He said ōendan would be good because I’m good at cheering for people, and he said it’s what he did in high school, too. So... I guess I gave it a shot? I’m glad I can encourage people to do their best!! But it’s just not something I’m super into for the sake of myself. But I’m at HPA now, so I shouldn’t be ungrateful, it’s just.... Yeah. EKYOU: Plus, I haven’t had time to pursue photography... It’s kind of driving me up the wall.

If tsukino could do anything other than her talent hat would she do?

CHISAKI: It would be my GOD GIVEN RIGHT as an individual to join some kind of band and go break some hearts and make like ten million dollars! But I’m kinda tone deaf! ... Not like that matters for the kind of music I’m into but hey!!

[lady-une]

Use to know part 1

So ah yeah after reading the story by @junghoeseokie I was rather inspired to do one of my own. I wrote this first part the other day and finally got a title thanks to my luv @obiwon-shenobi! Not sure yet if I will end the story with a HEA or if Jay will find a way to get the girl. I’m thinking this will be three parts but it could change. Trying out something new for my story cover, let me know what you all think about using a gif instead of a image. As always please leave me some feedback, love it if you want to, and share! Help me reach some jay park stans who might not know about me!

He was the man she had loved since their teen years. After breaking her heart she vowed to erase her from her memory. How will she cope being in the same city as him. After 12 years could the hatred still live deep in her heart?

Word count: 3323

Theme: angst

Rating: Mature

Characters: Jay Park, Tess (OC)

Master List

Tess sat on the bench, her hands in her lap wet from the sweat that no matter how many times she rubbed her hands they wouldn’t stay dry. Checking her pink watch she noticed that he was late, she began bouncing her leg up and down as a bad feeling began to set deep inside her stomach. The way he sounded on the phone wasn’t like his normal cheerful self, something was wrong but she couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Tess!” Jay shouted as he ran up to the young girl.

Tess stood and smacked Jay on the shoulder for making her wait, he apologized and pulled her into his arms and hugged her close. All the anxious feelings of dread left her body as soon as she was in his arms.

“You called and said you had something you needed to talk to me about?”

Tess pulled back and looked up at Jay, with her small face and sparkling eyes she caught Jay off guard. Biting on his bottom lip he just looked down at her, now was not the right time.

“Let’s talk about that later, right now I want to take you to the movies and to have dinner.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry let’s just enjoy the day.”

Tess allowed Jay to grab her hand and led the way. Their day was spent walking around the park, the sun was shining for once the way it bounced off Tess’s hair allowed for her natural golden highlights to shimmer. Jay was mesmerized by the way she looked, she was beautiful. Her hair flowed in the air, the blue sundress was modest but alluring showing off her growing womanly curves. Tess was shorter then Jay but had so much confidence and attitude that made her a little spitfire. That attitude of hers is what attracted Jay to her in the beginning, he loved that she took no shit from anyone but deep down inside she had such a soft heart.

After dinner Jay walked Tess back to her family��s apartment. The day was perfect in every way, the reason for why Jay had called Tess was completely out of her mind. That was until he stopped just outside of her apartment to sit on the bench.

“Tess?”

“What’s wrong Jay?”

“Remember how I told you about the tryouts?”

“Yeah wasn’t it for some company? Like dancing and stuff?”

“Yeah, the entertainment company. Well we got a call and I was accepted.”

“Oh my god Jay that is amazing! I’m so happy for you!”

Tess threw her arms around Jay hugging him close to her, she was beyond happy for him. This was something he had been talking about and hoping for. Jay hugged her back, but the hug felt different. He was holding her too close and too tightly, he had his face buried in her hair and was acting as if he was trying to put this moment to memory. When Jay finally pulled back he had sullen look to him.

“It’s good news, right?”

“The thing is, I don’t know if I can take it.”

“Why not?”

“I would have to leave.”

“Leave like to LA?”

“No leave the country. The company is out of South Korea.”

Tess pulled back, she wasn’t expecting this. Jay saw the look of surprise on her face and tried to push down the feeling of unease that was starting to make its way up his throat.

“I should have told you sooner. I just don’t know if I wanna leave everything behind.”

“But this is something you want right? This is an amazing opportunity.”

“It is.”

“Then go, we can still make this work.”

“That’s the thing, if I leave I don’t think it would be right for me to make you wait. You deserve to be happy too.”

“I will be fine with waiting.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I want to breakup.”

All the dreadful feelings came rushing up causing Tess’s heart to drop into the pit of her stomach. Pulling fully away from Jay she put her hand to her chest, a painful feeling was starting to develop. A feeling of dizziness was causing her to feel light headed, things weren’t supposed to be this way. Her and Jay were end game, they were going to grow up and go to college together. They would get jobs and get married and raise a family. This wasn’t part of the plan at all.

Tess looked up at Jay as the tears started to form in her eyes, “I don’t see why we need to.” She stated with her voice starting to break.

“Because it’s not fair.”

“Who are you to say what’s fair to me. If I say I can handle it then I can handle it.”

“Tess, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“I am all for you living your life and going for your dreams. I just don’t know why it has to be this way. We can make it through this, I know we can. Unless you don’t want to.”

“Tess please.” Jay pleaded, this wasn’t supposed to end like this.

“No, there has to be another reason. Is it because you want to be free to date other girls over there?”

Jay stayed silent, this wasn’t going the way he had hoped. The lack of a response from Jay had Tess standing to her feet.

“If that is the way things have to be then I guess there is nothing left for us to talk about. I wish you the best of luck Jay.”

Tess’s swift change in mood was like a slap to the face for Jay. As Tess started walking off to the entrance of her apartment Jay grabbed on to her hand but she shook it off roughly.

“Tess please don’t be mad.”

Tess turned to face Jay, tears were stuck in her eyes yet the look on her face spiked a sense of fear in Jay. In all the years they have dated he not once saw this look on her face. Not when they were in middle school and the class bitch cut her hair in the class room. Not even when her two-faced friend tried to make a pass at Jay.

Tess glared at Jay, angrily wiping away the tears that were trying their best to overflow her eyes and blind her vision. She spoke low and clear, “Don’t ever touch me again. As of this moment we have no connection and no need to ever speak to one another again. I will wipe you from my life and it will be as if you never existed. I hope you enjoy your time there and I hope you regret this choice you are making.”

Jay watched as Tess turned and walked away from him, disappearing behind a closed door. A soft sorrowful whisper of sorry left Jay’s lips before he turned and made his way home.

 PRESENT DAY

 Never in a million years did Tess expect herself to be here. Stepping off the plane she pushed her carry on bag as she pulled out her phone to confirm for the fifth time in 20 minutes who was picking them up and where.

“Mom, please stop stressing out.”

“Cato leave mom alone.”

Tess put her phone away and turned around to look at her twins. Cato had his beat headphones over his ears but like he usually does there was no music playing. Cato was the eldest of her twins by 2 minutes. He was the observant protector of the family, he often would come off as someone who was aloof and off in his own world but in reality, he was observing and watching everything. He was the one to notice things first and could read the room to know when it was time to leave.

Kiara had her hello kitty backpack swung over one shoulder as she put her sunglasses on. Kiara the smallest of the two had a taste for fashion, always having her nose in magazines and searching online for overseas fashion that had yet to make its way to the states. She was ever the little diva with all of Tess’s attitude and had an aura around her that demanded your attention.

“Come on guys, we have to grab our bags and meet the driver.”

Tess motioned for the twins to keep up as they moved around the busy airport. The last thing she needed was for them to get lost. She knew her way around the airport and spoke the language, the twins were also fluent in Korean but this was their first time here. Once they grabbed their luggage they snaked their way through the rather large crowd that was forming. Teenage girls along with people carrying cameras were rushing into the airport. Tess pushed her kids to the side and out of the path of the crazed fans just in time for them to erupt in deafening high pitch screams. The small family stood there and watched as the doors opened and out walked a man with a face mask and sunglasses holding his phone and being guarded by a group of men.

Kiara pushed her sunglasses down and moved her body to try and get a glimpse of the man.

“Oh my god that’s the new Chanel sweater that hasn’t even been released yet!” Excitedly Kiara bent down to look below the crowd to see what the mystery man was wearing. “Dragon sneakers? Oh my god those are the Gucci Dragons! That’s Seungri of Bigbang!”

Kiara shot up straight and just as she was about to take off to join the group of crazed fans Cato shot his hand out to grab the collar of her shirt. Kiara looked back at her older brother trying her best pout with her puppy look that always won him over but Cato wasn’t have any of it.

“Don’t stress out mom anymore, last thing we need is for you to get trampled on.”

“Your brother is right princess, we need to go now before the crowd grows.”

Tess with her free hand grabbed onto her daughters’ petite hand and pulled her away from the fans. When they were finally free of the crowd and near the exit doors Tess spotted the driver holding up a sign with her last name. The small family were soon loaded up into the waiting van before being whisked away from the craziness of the airport.

Arriving at their apartment Tess and her kids were unloaded and took the elevator up. The apartment building was in a neighborhood that was better off than some of the parts they drove through. With the kind of cars parked outside and the art that was lining the interior of the entrance area you knew this was a high-class building. The elevator ride was quick and before they knew it the bell was dinging on the 9th floor. Tess entered the code on the lock, the date of the twin’s birth and was granted access to the apartment. Walking in the floor in the entrance was polished white material that almost looked like marble. To the right of the entrance was the kitchen and the living room. To the left of the entrance was a hallway with the bedrooms. The living room was full of wall to ceiling windows that showed off an amazing view.

Cato let out a whistle as he took in the apartment, “Wow mom how did you manage to snag such a nice place?”

“Mom did good yah? Luck I guess, the director at work said he knew a person who was looking to sell his apartment for a decent price. It’s not far from work and it’s not far from your guys school. I heard there are some celebrities that live nearby too.”

The twins took left their luggage in the hallway as they went looking around. It wasn’t hard to figure out their rooms as the doors had name plates on them. As the kids were getting settled Tess walked over to the couch and fell into it. Traveling with teenagers for so many hours was exhausting. The twins were well behaved but like any other siblings they tend to fight and annoy each other and on a plane so high up in the air with no chance of escaping one another Tess didn’t think they would make it to South Korea.

The next couple of days Tess and the kids spent getting set up in their new home and learning the neighborhood. The twins were shown how to get to their school and picked up their uniforms. Tess also showed them where she would be working so that if they needed to they would be able to find her. Tess also took the twins shopping for some new things to make their new life in Seoul more comfortable. As they were walking by a store that had large televisions in the window she noticed they were playing some music videos, Kiara ever the music lover also noticed and pulled everyone to a stop to watch the boy band dance around the screen. When the music video stopped a new one started up quickly and the man she tried to forget for so long flashed on the screen dancing in a red suit. Tess stood there with a bit of bitterness starting to form in her gut.

Cato noticed the change in his mother’s posture and saw that she was gripping the strap to her purse to tightly and knew it was time to go. Gently he placed his hand on his mother’s shoulder and spoke softly, “Mom I’m feeling a bit tired. Let’s head back now.”

The soft voice of Cato brought Tess out of her trance and she turned to her son who was smiling softly at her. “Ok baby let’s get you guys home.”

The next day the twins went off to school on their own with a goodbye kiss from Tess and promises to call if they had any trouble or needed anything. A reminder was given to Kiara to not start trouble and to be nice to the other girls. A short glance to Cato was all Tess needed to do, a silent reminder for the older brother to try and keep his sister out of trouble.

Once Tess saw her children off she too made her way out the door to her new job. Tess was scouted by one of the leading cardiologist doctors in Seoul after treating a member of the blue house when he had a heart attack in New York while on vacation. Her first day on the job was filled with meetings and getting acclimated to the role and her team. She would be training under the chief of the department and the feeling of learning under someone so esteemed as her chief made her glow with pride. She had worked so hard to get where she was, and she had done it all for the benefit of her children.

Once the shift was over the chief and a few other members of her team had invited her out to dinner to celebrate her first day. She was in no place to deny the offer and sent a quick text to the twins to let them know she would be coming home late.

Tess had expected the dinner to be at some high-class restaurant but was pleasantly surprised to see the car pull up to a normal Korean barbecue. Once inside they ordered their food and the drinks were poured. The talk between the colleagues were innocent, questions about Tess’s life back in the states, things she enjoyed while not working. Questions about her kids and how they were taking their new life. Once enough drinks were in the questions from the other female team members started becoming more personal. Tess smiled and denied she had a boyfriend, it was hard enough working the hours she did and making sure she was involved in the twin’s life, but to fit in a boyfriend as well was impossible.

“A smart beautiful woman such as yourself shouldn’t be single, any man would be lucky to have you as a wife. You raised your children all on our own while going through medical school, that is quiet the achievement.”

Tess blushed at the compliment from her fellow team member Song-ju. He was a rather attractive man and very polite and well mannered. After he made his statement he shifted the conversation over to a new movie that was coming out and Tess was very appreciative of it. When it was getting close to the end of the night Tess stood up and excused herself to the ladies room. As she was leaving she had her head down and her attention on her phone checking in with the twins. With her attention else where she didn’t notice the man in front of her until she bumped right into him. The drinks in her system had her off balance and the man shot his arms out to set her right. Tess bowed and apologized before lifting her head to see whom she had nearly plowed over.

“Tess?” The familiar voice called out with a bit of glee in the tone.

“Fuck.” The liquor in her system had no doubt cut off all ties to her verbal filter and her brain must have checked out for the night. Why else would she be standing their open mouth staring at the man she has hated for so long.

“Wow, what are you doing here?” Jay asked putting his hand back on her shoulder.

The contact of Jay’s hand to her shoulder sent a burst of electricity through her body that woke up her senses. Pulling away from Jay’s touch she stood up straight and tall, before giving him a final glare and pushed past him. Jay’s hand shot out to grab onto hers to stop her, he had no idea why she was acting this way.

“Tess wait, we haven’t seen each other in years let’s talk for a moment.”

“I have nothing to talk to you about, please don’t pretend to know me sir.”

“What are you even saying? Of course I know you Tess.”

Tess pulled her hand out of Jay’s and turned to walk away again. This time Jay rushed forward and got in her way.

“What’s up with you? Let’s just talk for a moment.”

Jay again reached out to her but was stopped by another hand that didn’t belong to Tess. Looking to the side he noticed a taller man standing there wearing a buttoned up shirt and in dress slacks. The man clearly was out of place in the setting they were in. Looking back to Tess Jay finally took in her appearance, she had grown into such a curvaceous woman and her dark hair curled around her face framing it to show off her sharp bone structure. Moving his eyes down he noticed she too was in business attire, a black pencil skirt, black heels, and silk halter top that was tucked into the skirt and held up with some fabric that encased her neck like a collar.

“I don’t believe she wants to talk with you sir.” Song-ju said as he pushed Jay’s hand away before coming to Tess and placing his hand on the sole of her back to lead her away.

Jay stood there outside the bathrooms as he watched the last person he expected to run into be escorted out of a building and into a waiting car. Jay was dumbfounded with what had just happened, left with so many questions he turned back towards his table of friends. This would be bettered handled in the morning when he had a clearer mind to think with.