#okay maybe not catnip

[aakiwa]

Need her so bad

[lichqueenlibrarian]

Get them, Grandpa McCoy!!

[anonprotagging]

slfhkjsdh why is trying to find a vet SO stressful why are the reviews ALWAYS half "they saved over 30 of my pets' lives over the years and I'll always love Dr. X for it" and half "they literally abused, neglected, and put down my pet without telling me anything and charged me $50,000 for it and Dr. X told me to eat dirt when I started crying"

and then both review types, even the most glowing, always have the caveat that the staff is terrible and mis-schedule things constantly and treat everyone like shit and will cancel your appointments if they don't like you

like what's up with that

[apatheticsunday]

Apprentice of the Butler

AKA "Alfred Pennyworth hires an interim butler while he recuperates from a Rogue attack. Who better than adoption bait Danny Fenton?" prompt!!

Okay, so imagine Danny moves to Gotham to pursue astrophysics at Gotham-U but he's having a surprisingly difficult time keeping a job. Every time he gets hired, the place gets burned down or blown up by Rogues; it's like he's catnip for trouble. Somehow, he's always in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And Alfred Pennyworth also happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. He's at the Gotham Market Co-op, where Danny's been recently hired, and suddenly it's gassed by Scarecrow's Fear Toxin. All the employees and customers scramble to put on their gas masks, but Danny's new enough that he has no idea what's happening. He's suddenly seeing Fright Knight, Dark Pariah, and the GIW. So, he Goes Ghost, defeats all of Scarecrow's goonies, and saves the day! If only his boss would think so, too.

Uh, no. Apparently Danny's now on a Wanted List as an undocumented meta?? And his boss can't be investigated by the GCPD (he's, like, four years behind on taxes and has been dodging the IRS for longer), so he regretfully has to let Danny go. But, hey! Maybe if he becomes a documented meta, he can get hired back. Except Danny can't because the GIW can access the meta registration database and he'll be found out faster than he can leave Gotham.

So, Danny's fired again.

And Alfred "Pride & Honor" Pennyworth?? He's not gonna let the child who saved him (because Scarecrow absolutely was going to snatch the Wayne's butler, who better to take hostage than a billionaire's publicly beloved Father Figure??) possibly become homeless. It's clear the kid is a college student and is barely scraping by, probably paying way too much for room and board at Gotham-U. And... maybe his wrist hurts a bit from a fall. He's older now, it's not impossible that he'd get a sprain or a broken bone. (Plus, Alfred knows the look. The same one as Dick, Jason, Tim, even Bruce. There's an immense grief in those small shoulders, fear and loneliness.)

Cue Alfred hiring Danny on as an interim butler while he recuperates (oh, he's terribly injured, thank you so much for helping me, my boy-). And Danny can't say no. I mean, this old man got injured during the Rogue attack he was apart of! And he's asking for help! And it's also nice to have some money. And a bed and... oh, God, he's working for a billionaire frootloop. Uh-oh.

(Alfred absolutely doesn't tell Bruce about his new son apprentice. It's worth it to see Bruce's eyes glaze over as sees a black-haired teenager standing in the kitchen with Alfred, then doing a double take when he realizes it isn't Jason. And the others are banned from the kitchen, so who is this child in his house?? It's not Kon or Jon either??)

Meanwhile, Danny is actually having a great time with Mr. Pennyworth!! The older man is kind, soft-spoken, and really knows his stuff. Danny really enjoys learning how to cook, especially because none of the food comes alive to fight him. Eventually the Batfam just become used to seeing Danny in the kitchens, gardens, around the house with Alfred. He's a cute kid, always smiling and talking about his college classes. He has effortless sarcastic banter with both Damian and Jason, bonds with Tim about some kind of difficult mechanical mathematics or something, trades dad jokes with Dick. He even manages to win over Cass, Steph, Duke, and Babs.

The only one Danny doesn't truly seem to like is Bruce Wayne, although he never outright disrespects him, since he pays the bills and Danny's midwestern manners kick in. Bruce is confused and very concerned because why is this kid literally glaring daggers at him all the time?? Is he going to poison Bruce's coffee?? Danny's just trying to figure out if Bruce Wayne is a "collects vintage dentures" or "keeps teenagers locked in his basement" type of billionaire frootloop. (He'd kinda prefer the kidnapping, Danny does not want to go looking for a wine cellar and find an entire basement of old teeth.)

Bonus if Bruce tries to subtly win the boy over and Danny's just like, squinting at him, white-knuckling a frying pan and muttering, "That's exactly what someone who collects teeth would say..."

[yuujispinkhair]

okay questionable thoughts… Hybrid Tiger Sukuna… But… what if we gave him catnip? Cus I’ve seen videos of it working on tigers and I’m a bit cray cray-

Oh nooo!!! This drives me all kinds of FERAL!! I wrote the following in a horny daze lmaoo. I would give so much to be Tiger Hybrid Sukuna's owner who gets that gorgeous tiger-cock ;) Thank you so much for sending me this!!

Tiger Hybrid!Sukuna x Reader (female). 18+, smut, rough sex, creampie, mentions of breeding + risk of pregnancy if reader gives Sukuna more catnip in the future, dubcon on both sides, drugs. Minors don't interact. Divider @/hitobaby

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who is usually so in control, acting all aloof and majestic. But you give him catnip, and he loses all that control. You thought it would be cute to see him loosen up and become more playful, but you didn't expect him to become so wild.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who tackles you to the floor with a needy growl. Who presses you down with his heavy body, his large tail swishing from side to side excitedly, his pupils blown wide, his hot spit dripping down onto your neck. And his large bulge growing hard against your ass.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who loses his ability to talk in the state he is in now and just growls and purrs while he nuzzles his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, his lips and tongue and sharp canines leaving their marks on your skin while he ruts against you, needy like never before.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who scares you a bit when he goes crazy like that. This big, strong half-tiger, with those strong muscles and the sharp teeth and claws. And with that huge, strong cock. But your fear mixes with arousal, and you find yourself hoping your tiger will claim you thoroughly tonight.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who isn't even in the right mind to undress you but just tears at his and your clothes, ripping them to shreds in his primal need to mount you.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who pushes his hot, fat cock between your wet cunt, coating himself in your arousal, grunting and growling wildly against your neck while he ruts his throbbing tiger-cock against your heated cunt.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who bites your neck when he pushes his leaking cock into your dripping cunt, groaning loudly against your skin, instantly starting a punishing rough pace of fucking you. Mounting you so wild and hard right there on the floor.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who is so sexy like that, out of control, wild and feral like never before. More animal than man. Who snaps his hips fast and erratically, purely driven by his animal instinct to fuck and breed and fill a mate with his potent seed.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who holds you down and keeps his teeth on your neck while he fucks all his tiger-cum deep into you. Growling loudly while he mates you as if you are his fertile tigress.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who makes you lose control, too, pushing your ass needily against him, wanting all his hot seed and the feel of his heavy balls slapping against you. Making you squeal loudly when you cum all over his fat tiger-cock.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who pulls out of you with a low groan and then kneels on the floor behind you with a blissed-out expression on his beautiful face, not as feral anymore but still high on the catnip. His gorgeous cock softening but still glistening with your creamy juices and his milky seed, his dark pink tip still swollen.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, whose whole muscular body trembles lightly as the effects of the catnip wear off. Whose long, pretty tail is twitching suddenly when those glowing red eyes bore into yours with a dangerous glint in them.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who growls at you, "Never do that again!" And when you ask him why, he glares at you and is like, "Because who knows what I'll do next time. Maybe I'll breed you until you have my cubs."

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who calms down again when you tell him you are ok, and he didn't hurt you. Who finally purrs when you scratch him behind his ears and at the base of his pretty tiger tail and promise him that you won't give him catnip ever again, even though you quite enjoyed his wild side.

[kxsagi]

Hiiii!! I like your account very much and the way you write is great. I thought something like, sae x fem reader, reader is cheerful, understanding, playful and talkative. She's always the one who initiates the conversation, the contact with Sae. But one day, she's worried that Sae is uncomfortable, so she doesn't talk to him or hug him, so what if Sae noticed?

“𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐃 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐬”

a/n: thank you so much!!! this was kinda easy to write bc i am definitely this type of person lol

also, guys i swear i see requests in my inbox, i write them down for future reference, and when i’m about to write them, they’re like gone??? 😭

like i was gonna write it, i just need a couple days because i have other things going on, and i will respond if i am not comfortable writing it lol

(art credits go to immmso_ko on X)

sae itoshi isn’t used to being the one who reaches out first. 

he doesn’t need to. 

not when you’re around. 

you, with your sunshine grin and warm hands. you, who waltz into his life every morning like you’re the human embodiment of a golden retriever with a caffeine addiction. 

you, who hum off-key to whatever song’s been rotting in your brain all week. who pops into the kitchen just to press a surprise kiss to his cheek and dramatically declare, “that was your daily serotonin dose. you’re welcome.” 

you, who casually slip your fingers under the hem of his shirt when you hug him just to be a little nuisance about it. “oh wow, your back is so warm. you’re like a human heater. lucky me.” 

sae rolls his eyes every time. pretends to be annoyed. but he never stops you. 

and maybe that’s the problem. 

because now, he’s starting to think he’s been too good at pretending. 

it takes him a while to figure out what feels off. 

at first, he thinks maybe he’s just in a fouler mood than usual. his teammates were particularly slow during training. his coach was nagging more than necessary. the post-practice traffic was a nightmare. 

but then he walks into the apartment. 

and it hits him. 

the space is… quiet. too quiet. 

no overenthusiastic “sae!! you’re home!!” followed by you practically launching yourself at him like a feral cat on catnip. no sudden, unsolicited dance breaks in the kitchen while you wait for the water to boil. not even a playful jab about how he never texts you when he’s on his way home. 

just… silence. 

he finds you on the couch, scrolling through your phone. when you glance up and smile, it’s small. polite. the kind you’d give to a coworker you barely tolerate. 

okay. weird. 

he figures maybe you’re just tired. long day or whatever. but no, even when he sits next to you, you don’t do… anything. 

you don’t tuck your legs over his lap. you don’t lean against him or comb your fingers through his hair like you usually do when he’s within a five-foot radius. 

you’re not touching him. 

the realization makes his eye twitch. 

he’s not even being subtle about his staring at this point. he’s glaring at you like you’ve personally wronged him. and you, being the self-aware ray of sunshine that you are, notice immediately. 

"what’s wrong?" you ask softly. 

he narrows his eyes. "you tell me." 

you blink. "huh?" 

"you’re acting weird," he says bluntly, and you blink again, caught off guard by the sharpness in his voice. 

"what? no, i’m not," you say with a too-quick shake of your head. 

he squints at you. unimpressed. he’s not letting this go. 

"you are," he deadpans, voice low and flat. 

and that’s when you start to sweat. 

you glance away, suddenly very interested in the coffee table. "i’m not," you mutter under your breath, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. 

but he’s not buying it. 

"yes, you are." 

"no, i’m not." 

"you are." 

"i’m not." 

he leans forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. his eyes narrow further. "you are." 

"i’m not!!" 

a brief, heated staring contest ensues. 

… you lose. obviously. 

you sigh, slumping back against the couch. your shoulders sink slightly, and for the first time tonight, you look… sheepish. almost guilty. 

"i just…" you exhale softly, voice quieter than before. "i didn’t want to be… too much." 

his eyes flicker. "what?" he mutters. 

your fingers pick at a loose thread in your sleeve, suddenly avoiding his gaze again. 

"i wasn’t sure if you liked it when i… y’know, talk so much. or cling to you all the time. you never… complain or anything, but you never really initiate either, so…" you trail off, your voice growing smaller. "i thought maybe you were just putting up with it. so i didn’t want to, like… overwhelm you or make you uncomfortable." 

sae stares at you. 

and suddenly, he feels like a massive fucking idiot. 

because here you are, walking on eggshells around him – him – when all you’ve ever done is make his life warmer. brighter. easier. 

and what did he do? 

he let you think he didn’t want it. 

he presses his lips into a thin line. swallows down the brief twinge of self-loathing and quietly reaches for your hand. 

the moment his fingers brush against yours, you freeze slightly. but when he intertwines them with deliberate slowness, you blink, clearly caught off guard. 

"don’t do that again," he mutters, voice low but steady. "don’t pull away." 

your brows furrow slightly, confused. "but i thought –" 

"don’t," he cuts you off, and you immediately fall silent. he squeezes your hand slightly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, gaze unwavering. 

"i like it," he mutters, voice a little strained, almost like the words are foreign to him. "when you talk. when you touch me. i…" he inhales sharply, eyes narrowing slightly, almost annoyed at himself for being so bad at this. "i like it. alright?" 

you blink at him, wide-eyed. 

he waits for you to say something. anything. 

but then you just… burst into laughter. 

his eyes narrow slightly, but before he can ask what the hell is so funny, you’re suddenly climbing into his lap. 

and for once, he doesn’t flinch. 

he exhales sharply when your arms wrap around his neck, pressing yourself against him like you’re trying to fuse your body with his. your fingers immediately find their way under his shirt, cool palms pressing against his bare skin like they belong there. 

"you’re such a grump," you mumble into his shoulder, voice muffled but clearly teasing. "but you’re my grump." 

he rolls his eyes, exasperated. but his arms tighten around you anyway. 

"don’t push your luck," he mutters. 

but he makes no effort to let you go. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[onbearfeet]

Listen to Alpine, Bucky. She knows what's up.

I think that Dr. Christina "I was an excellent soldier" Raynor needs to deal with some personal things before she's anyone's therapist, because she strong-armed more of Bucky's autonomy away from him than Zemo did within the series.

[orellazalonia]

Chaotic Cat Curse

Summary: You were accidentally cursed and turned into a cat, causing all kinds of fun chaos for Bucky: destroying things, attacking his shoelaces, and generally making his life impossible. (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Word Count: 1.4k+

A/N: Will be writing another fic with reader having the power to shapeshift into animals, but for now; I’m testing the waters with cat and chaos. Happy reading!!!

Main Masterlist | Shapeshifting Shenanigans Masterlist

You didn’t mean to touch the glowing, ominous-looking artifact in Strange’s Sanctum. Really, you were just trying to dust it off and maybe get a better look. It was dusty! And pulsing with weird red light! How were you supposed to know it was cursed?

The moment your fingers grazed it, there was a loud pop, a blinding flash, and then… paws. Fur. Whiskers. And an overwhelming urge to knock things off shelves.

Bucky was not impressed when he found you ten minutes later, sitting smugly atop a bookcase, licking your paw and knocking down an ancient scroll with a flick of your tail.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," He muttered, staring at your tiny, floofy form. You blinked slowly at him, then meowed very dramatically. It didn’t help that Wong started laughing the second he walked in. "They touched the Soul of Bastet? Oh, that’s rich."

Strange said the spell would wear off in a few days. Until then, you were stuck as a cat. A small, fluffy, highly expressive cat who unfortunately still had all your chaotic human instincts. Just… furrier.

Two days into your feline vacation, Bucky had to bring you along to Sam’s apartment while waiting for Strange to “align the right moon phase” or whatever nonsense he was mumbling about. You were restless, bored, and determined to explore every inch of Sam’s place. Which led you to the kitchen.

And the catnip.

To be fair, Sam did foster animals sometimes. So technically, the bag of catnip wasn’t for you. But Bucky had looked away for two seconds, and you were already rolling on the floor. Eyes wide, pupils dilated, and tail puffed up. The sounds you made could only be described as a mix between a war cry and screech.

Bucky walked into the kitchen to find you mid-roll, rabbit-kicking the air like a tiny lunatic. “What the hell?” He muttered, only to freeze as you bolted toward him and latched onto his boot like it owed you money.

“Seriously?” He tried to shake you off gently. “You’re high off your tiny furry face.”

You yowled in mock betrayal, then darted under the couch only to return five seconds later to attack his laces with renewed fury. Bucky was trying to have a perfectly normal conversation with Steve over speakerphone while you turned his shoelaces into your mortal enemy.

“I swear, this is just temporary,” He said, ignoring your furious little growls as you pounced on his foot. “Strange said they’ll be back to normal soon.”

“Are you being mauled?” Steve asked, deadpan.

“No. It’s fine.”

You flipped onto your back at that exact moment, paws curled and pupils blown wide. You stared at Bucky upside down like a possessed Furby.

“…Okay maybe a little.”

Eventually, you flopped in the middle of the floor, panting softly and staring at the ceiling like it just insulted your mother. Bucky sighed, grabbing a blanket and gently wrapping you like a tiny burrito.

“You better appreciate this when you’re human again,” He carried your limp, purring body to the couch. You immediately drooled on his shirt and let out a happy little meow.

Bucky looked down at you with the flattest expression imaginable. “Never telling Sam about this.”

By day three, Bucky had accepted begrudgingly that life with you as a cat meant no peace. He couldn't eat, sleep, or walk around barefoot without risking a stealth attack from a small feline assassin with a personal vendetta.

This morning, he woke up to find you perched on his chest like a judgmental gargoyle. Your face was three inches from his, your tail flicking with menace.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” He asked groggily.

You didn’t blink. Instead, you yawned. A very slow, dramatic, fang-filled yawn, then delicately slapped him across the nose with your paw.

He stared at you.

You stared back.

Then you jumped off the bed like nothing happened, leaving him to question every decision he’d made.

Later that day, you discovered a mirror. Not a small mirror. A full-length one leaning against the wall. And you were not okay with the strange, fluffy imposter staring back at you. You puffed up like a Halloween decoration, back arched, tail three times its normal size. You hissed, swatted the glass, then bolted out of the room like it owed you money.

From the kitchen, Bucky heard the thump, the screech, and then the sound of something shattering.

He found you on top of the fridge, tail flicking furiously, glaring at the now-cracked mirror like it insulted your ancestors.

“Did… did you fight yourself?”

You blinked at him with absolutely zero shame.

“Right. Of course.”

Another time, you had discovered it completely by accident. Bucky had taken off his vibranium arm to clean the joint, and you’d been fascinated. It gleamed, it was shiny, it made noise.

So obviously, it had to be your new toy.

The moment he left the room, you pounced.

He returned to find you curled around it, swatting at the fingers occasionally. When he tried to take it back, you hissed like a tiny demon and chomped down on the thumb with impressive commitment for a creature with no actual fangs.

“I can’t believe I’m being held hostage by my own arm,” Bucky muttered.

You growled in reply and flopped dramatically over it, like a dragon hoarding treasure.

That evening, Steve even brought over a laser pointer as a joke. Bucky thought it was stupid. You thought it was the greatest thing ever created by humankind.

The first time the red dot skittered across the floor, you chased it like your life depended on it. You bounced off furniture. You slid across the floor. At one point, you ran headfirst into Bucky’s shin so hard he dropped his coffee.

You immediately launched into a somersault, landed on your feet, and meowed at the laser dot like it had insulted your honor.

Steve was in tears. Bucky was unamused.

“Stop encouraging them,” He grumbled as you launched into another full-speed chase across the living room, knocking over a lamp.

“They’re going to break everything.”

Steve was still laughing, holding the laser pointer “Worth it.”

-

You’d been a cat for what felt like forever, and while the novelty was fun (mostly for you), you were more than ready to be yourself again. Bucky had been surprisingly patient even though he was tempted to cage you in an upside down laundry basket a few times and tape it to the ground.

Today, you were curled up in Bucky’s lap, purring softly as he absently ran his fingers through your fur. For a cat, you’d definitely picked the best spot in the whole compound: warm, safe, and right where you could hear his steady breathing.

Bucky was surprisingly calm, almost… fond of having you like this, despite the chaos you'd caused. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” He muttered, his voice low and rough.

You blinked up at him, half-asleep, when suddenly a strange warmth spread through your body. It started at your paws and traveled fast, like someone was flipping a switch from fuzzy to flesh. Your fur melted away, your legs stretched, and your claws shrank into fingers. Before either of you could blink, you were sitting there fully human again, only much bigger, and very, very confused.

Bucky froze. His eyes went wide, mouth hanging open like he’d just seen a ghost. “You’re-“ He started, then cut himself off, because honestly? No words could describe the moment.

You looked down at yourself, touched your face, then looked back up at Bucky with wide eyes. “I’m… me again?” You whispered.

He reached out carefully, almost afraid you’d disappear again. “Yeah. You’re you. Took you long enough.”

You stretched, flexing your fingers like you hadn’t used them in ages. “Yeah, being a cat is fun and all, but I kinda missed this.”

Bucky chuckled and shook his head. “Glad to have my partner back. Though I have to admit, I’m gonna miss the little fur ball who kept me on my toes.”

You grinned. “Don’t get used to it. No more letting me near cursed objects, okay?”

He nudged you gently. “Deal. But next time you turn into a cat, at least warn me so I can get some popcorn.”

You laughed, and for the first time in days, the apartment felt exactly like home again.

[softlymaximoff]

Head canons of Agent Romanoff and new SHIELD recruit, Agent Y/N. Part 2

18+ ONLY MEN & MINORS DNI (blank blogs will be blocked you do not have my permission to republish my work onto any platform.

Oliver (the polydactyl cat) has a nasty habit of stealing Natasha’s Nerf Darts, to the point where at the end of each passing week, Nat tallies off how many he’s stolen and gives you that amount of jumping jacks. You’ve never caught on and she’s not gonna tell you until you come clean about housing a stray, yes she saw you rescue it out of a crushed milk carton when he was an angsty teen cat.

Truly hilarious to watch you gentle parent the most bratty and mouthy cat. The day you turned up for training with a sour face and a full sleeve workout shirt, she mentally giggled to herself. But you had a heart of gold and the love of an angel’s warmth so she wasn’t surprised you wrangled with that thing. Impressed almost.

Catnip. Natasha loves feeding Oliver his happy herbs and the cat turns into a complete menace, the zoomies, the race car purrs, the parkour, everything. A sight to see when she hold the gremlin in arms reach and his tail is partaking in a helicopter blade audition with his purrs rumbling through his chest.

You thought it was just orange cat behaviour, the internet feeding you all sorts of lies (somewhat cause orange cats are feral). Nights when he’d return from the edges of the building (you also had a suspicion he was doing recall but who knows) he’d be all hyper and vocal, more than usual.

On rainy days in the compound, most SHIELD recruits would hang out in their common area, a game of ping pong here and there, pool, darts, Nerf Wars around the lounge, anything to have some sort of team bonding experience. You simply read old English or History books in your room or on undercover terrace on the roof, Ollie lounging out with you, working up a bakery with his paws.

Natasha knew, she watched, she learned. She understood.

One afternoon, the stray refused to go anywhere with you, hissing and whinging on his bed of crushed cardboard boxes, (yes you actually had a small cat tree tucked away in the corner but no, Oliver liked his cardboard, old habits never die you concluded). You flipped the stray off, his paw swatting the air in defiance and you retreated up to the rooftop to clear your head.

You had an intel mission within a few days and you were to go with Wanda just out of town. You were stressing, hard. Who would take care of Oliver? What happens if he got out of the compound? What would happen if things went south and you didn’t come back? All these thought were becoming messy and panicky hindering your reflexes when the rooftop door swung open.

A strangled curse made you jump and spin around, coming face to face with your evil child. Behind him was Natasha with a much less impressed expression, “The little fucker climbed into my room and jumped me like his tree. Wouldn’t stop yapping and chirping. I think he’s broken”

Your face, red as ever, turned into a harsh glare towards Oliver. “What is with you today. Some days I think you take me too much for granted little dude” you sighed as the spy shoved the cat into your arms, not missing the way the animal burrowed its head in the crook of your neck. “Traitor” she whispered, a little accent dripping into her tone.

She gave you a smirk and left the rooftop before you could defend yourself with the feline.

When the day came for your intel mission, his cardboard box empty save for a small note tucked away under the top sheet, “He came in to mine this morning. Leave him with me, he’ll be okay. We have enough milk and ham, don’t worry. If he eats it all I’ll teach him how to hunt mice, maybe even scare Clint in the vents x N.R”

You shook your head in amusement and slight offence at the traitorous cat but packed your bags anyway. Wanda came through mid morning, smiling brightly and introducing herself. You greeted her with a nervous wave and introduced yourself, not missing her eyes when they darted over to the cardboard boxes and left over kibble next to the set up.

“Do I even wanna know?” She teased at your flushed cheeks and you shook your head, once again, being caught red handed about owning an animal in the compound. “C’mon Clint’s waiting downstairs, he’d gonna drop us off. I’m sure your little friend is in safe hands. And besides, it’s not often you hear a Russian curse out a cat. The walls are thin, honey, very” the witch chuckled as she helped you pick your bags up.

Safe to say, when you passed the main rooms in the compound on your way to the front entrance, a faint string of Russian curses could be heard followed by “Stop chewing on my Nerf Darts you little-!” Yes. The walls were extremely thin.

[ironworked]

Bucktommy in 8.11 and what's next

If the writers believed they'd closed the door with the 8.06 breakup, they wouldn't have brought Tommy back.

They did bring him back, though (and secretively!), but instead of any of the paths to create closure, like showing Tommy had moved on, or having them both realize their feelings had changed, or have Tommy state that that night changed nothing... what they did was 8.06 Breakup Redux 'The Soft Version':

I can't move in with you -> I'm not ready to move in

This is new to you, I'm not your last -> 'what about Eddie?' 'I'm not in love with Eddie'.

Buck -> Evan

You'd end up breaking my heart -> 'You're not afraid now?' 'not so much'

Impractical loft -> Family house

Wanting to call Tommy + Baking [downward spiral of abandonment issues] -> Wanting to call Tommy + Baking [learning to be okay alone]

Buck making an impulsive decision asking Tommy to move in -> Buck wondering if his loneliness was a factor.

We know the callbacks are intentional because they've happened before, and they had them dressed in basically the same outfits as in their 8.06 breakup.

Buck is in a better headspace now after 8.11, and I think 8.12/13 will show that (and probably rest on the Tommy mentions/baking, though if they don't they might as well start playing the wedding march) and that the point is to have Buck be OK so that when he meets Tommy again there's no doubts about where his feelings come from.

They clearly didn't use 8.11 for closure, but they made sure the audience knew it was needed by having Buck repeat he should call Tommy and by his baking.

And we know they'll meet again, and it'll be in a Big Emergency. So in my opinion the options are, from least to most likely:

Killing Tommy: killing characters is showrunner catnip, but not something 911 does. It's also weird to do it when Buck is on the up and only 3 eps from the end of the season (episodes that have more focus on Bathena and tying up loose ends).

Bad Timing Couple: another rom(com) classic, the couple that wants to be together but it's never the right time! Maybe Buck says he needs time alone; maybe Tommy says he's in therapy, or he accepted a job in Alaska. It's possible, but I'd think it'd be a letdown of a resolution for Buck's arc this season (and pretty much sets Tommy as The Endgame for Series Finale so if they try another LI they're going to be dead on arrival). Also... why not do this directly in 8.11?

Romantic Reunion: maybe Tommy is in danger, or saves Buck, or they kinda recreate the night they met as they work together to save the 118... they talk and/or make declarations and get back together. This would give Buck a deserved and climactic win, but they'd lose one of their bachelors (maybe if Eddie does leave and they incorporate Ravi, this is less of an issue).

I think it's also important to note that (afaik) 8.14/15 isn't the same filming block as 8.11, so it's not like they already had LFJ on set and went 'hey since you're here, mind hoping into that helo so we can do some action scenes?'. And they're not going to spring more money on an actor if their role could've been played by anyone (or even not have been a role to be filled at all).

[radiance1]

Okay, I know there's a LOT of Hcs where Kyrptonite is highly favored by ghosts to eat, like candy, or in one of my other posts catnip.

But consider.

Just, consider.

Kyryptonite is just Ecto-ranium and vice versa.

Maybe they aren't completely the same, maybe there's only a slight difference, but still.

Just, imagine.

Danny, fighting the GIW who somehow managed to get their hands on Kyrptonite, who were trying to get results in finding a way to fight ghosts with it, made something experimental with it that they genuinely don't know if it'll work or not and then try to capture Danny.

They're out of options normally.

So, they use kyrptonite and it absolutely KNOCKS Danny out.

Dude is super weak, powerless, barely even standing.

Then vice versa.

Superman goes to deal with Lex Luthor (or any other villain) and Lex has a shipment of a new material called Ecto-ranium that he was going to mess around with or sell off to gain a monopoly out of it.

Then uses it against Superman.

It has the same effects as Kyrptonite.

Twas almost the end for both of them, but through sheer luck (team Phantom and uh whatever other hero was present) managed to avoid capture/death and was taken off the scene.

Once Vlad is made aware that Kyrptonite has the same effects as Ecto-ranium, you already KNOW he's gonna make an enemy of Lex Luthor in a rush to buy it all up so that it'll never be used against him (and by extension Danny, either intentional or unintentional, up to you really.)

[ihni]

Okay so, the basketball team at Hawkins High convinces newcomer Billy that the school is haunted and that it's a tradition for new kids to have to hide in the high school after it's locked up on Friday their first week on the team, and spend a night inside the achool to show they're not scared. What they're not saying is that it's also tradition for the team to show up at night to scare the shit out of the new kid (creeping close, making noises, tapping on the windows, preferably ending with them chasing said kid through the school etc). It's hazing of course, but it's presented like a challenge and Billy needs to prove his place at the top of the food chain so naturally, Billy accepts (with a scoff, because like, he's slept in worse places than a school, it's not a big deal).

Anyway, when the crowd disperses after practice, and Billy exits the gym to head for his car, a voice comes from around the corner. "It's hazing, you know."

Billy stops and glances to the side, and then waits there while a teammate passes him under the guise of taking out a cigarette and lighting it, and when the last classmate has left, he turns to the corner. And there's a guy there. Long hair, battle jacket. Obviously a metalhead, and also obviously very far removed from the top of the social hierarchy at school.

"Is that so?" Billy says.

"Yep," the guy says. "They'll show up at night, try to scare you. Just a head's up."

Billy, who has walked closer, doesn't say anything at first, but he holds out his pack of reds in offering. The guy hesitates for a moment before taking one and nodding his head in thanks before leaning forward to light it on the lighter that Billy produces.

"Why the head's up?" Billy says, after they've both taken a drag in silence.

The guy shrugs. "I heard what you played when you rolled in. Scorpions, right?" At Billy's affirmative nod, he gives a little lopsided smile. "Not many people in this town have a good taste in music. Maybe I just wanted to be nice to a fellow connoisseur." Billy raises one eyebrow and waits in silence, and is rewarded when the guy adds, "And maybe I'm not too fond of most of those jocks. Honestly, foiling their plans is like catnip to me."

Billy lets out an involuntary huff of laughter at that, and the guy looks doen at his feet but his smile can be seen behind his hair. They smoke the rest of their cigarettes in amicable silence.

Still, even after Billy throws his butt to the ground and grounds it into the asphalt with the heel of his shoe, he doesn't leave. Instead he looks out on the near-empty parking lot, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Oh, that looks like it hurts, California," the guy says. "What are you thinking?"

"My name's not California." A slight pause, then, "It's Billy. Billy Hargrove."

"Well, Billy-Billy Hagrove. Nice to meet you. I'm Eddie."

Billy narrows his eyes at the guy - Eddie - but there's a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. The guy's got balls. He looks at the patches and buttons all over the guy's jacket. And good taste.

"Eddie," he acknowledges, his tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip. There's a glint of mischief in his eyes. "You look like you know your way around the school."

Eddie laughs. "One could say that I have more experience with this place than most, yes."

"I also get the feeling that you wouldn't mind a chance to ... let's say, play a little prank on my new teammates, there."

"Oooh, California," Eddie all but purrs. "Talk dirty to me. What do you have in mind?"

Billy smiles. "Turning the tables. You free on Friday night, Eddie?"

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And that's how new kid Billy and social outcast Eddie team up and somehow manage to scare the crap out of the whole basketball team during what was supposed to be Billy's hazing. It's one for the ages, talked about for years to come. It involves a stolen set of keys from the janitor, carefully set traps around the school, a deer's heart (obtained by Eddie from a local hunter), a fake knife from the drama club's props, and Billy covered in dyed-red corn syrup. The team is not prepared. Two boys cry, one faints, and one runs out into the woods in a panic and doesn't come home until the following afternoon.

Come Monday morning, rumor of what happened during the weekend has spread throughout the whole school population, Billy is top dog just like he planned, and the first thing he does when he enters the school is fistbump Eddie Munson with a grin.

And just like that, a new order is established at Hawkins High.

[misspelledwordswizard]

I understand that fairies like bright colors or objects, Since we always say that Hyrule is part fairy, imagine having something shiny in your hand and the poor boy, with his pupils enlarged like a cat on catnip, can't stop looking at the object as you slowly move it back and forth between here and there, entertained by the way our fairy boy follows it with his eyes

arkdkska I love fairy Hyrule, I loved writing this, thanks for the request!!

Fairy thing

The boy’s eyes moved rhythmically as the necklace swung, fixated on the movement, unable to notice anything else that was happening around him. He almost seemed to be fighting against it, but if that were true then he had already lost this battle a long time ago. My lips twitched instinctively as I watched him with almost as much focus as he was looking at the object in my hands.

I didn’t do it out of malice. It was just a tragic coincidence. We were talking quietly while not everyone else was awake. Naturally, since it was early in the morning, those who were already up were organizing themselves to speed up when we got back on the trail. In my case, I was finishing equipping accessories like belts, putting my sword and shield on my back, and even putting on my golden necklace that I sometimes wear. But, it just so happened that I was talking to Hyrule while I was doing this. I had no idea this could happen, at first I thought it was some kind of weird joke coming from him, until no matter how many times I called him, he couldn’t answer me, not coherently at least, being much more interested in the shiny object swinging. It didn’t take long for me to associate this with the Traveler’s fae side. This, though, was something I didn’t know much about, but I’d heard a few things about faeries, such as their fondness for shiny things, which seemed almost confirmed by this.

I was going to get it out of his sight as quickly as possible when I realized it, but he seemed so adorable like this. I know, a little cruel, but it didn’t really seem to bother him, maybe I should give it to him later as na apology. Do faeries hoard golden things like dragons? It would be curious to see.

— Rulie, what were you talking about? About using monster parts in meals. – I asked, testing how active his brain was.

— I... talking... – He tried, but couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

— Do you like that?

— ... Yes

I had to hold back a laugh. Okay, maybe it was really a little cruel. But it is indeed interesting, this whole fascination of his for shiny things. I think now I’ll have to start saving all the similar things I find to give to him. I wonder what other things about fairies are correct, does he like sweets? Does he burn himself with iron? When he’s talking in his fairy form does it sound like a bell?

— Rulie, what do you like? – I tried again.

— Shiny things... – He answered, still focused.

— What else?

— I like you...

The pendulum movement I was making with the necklace stopped in surprise. I couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or if this necklace thing was really starting to affect his poor brain, but it was enough to make my face hot as hell. I figured it was best to stop this.

— What’s going on? Why does the Traveler look so silly? – The Captain’s voice caught my attention, making me look away from the fairy boy.

— Oh, I think he likes shiny things. A little too much.

— And you’re using that against him? How cruel. – Wars replied in a mocking tone.

— Yeah, I’m stopping, that really was a bad idea. – I concluded, looking away to hide my blush.

I picked up the necklace, leaving it completely out of Hyrule’s sight, and I could see, out of the corner of my eye, him blinking rapidly, regaining consciousness. I intended to apologize, of course. For a moment I thought he didn’t remember what he had said, but then he stopped for a moment in pure shock, and his face became even redder than mine. His nervousness became visible as he began to move away and stutter, looking for na excuse to get out of there.

— Look, I’m... I’m going to help Time! Excuse me! – I saw him say blushing as he walked away. He definitely knows what he said.

— Geez, what’s came over him? – Wars asked, curious about the possible gossip. I shrugged, trying to avoid my own embarrassment.

— It must be a fairy thing.

[arkaniist]

i really dislike the noncanon second season of kuroshitsuji for many reasons but maybe the most damning is that they made ciel too... special. i know but hear me out. i haven't rewatched s2 in probably a decade but i still remember alois getting tossed aside in the eleventh hour because claud got a whiff of ciel's catnip soul and lost interest in his contractor. and now i'm sat here thinking about that like. okay so they were trying to imply (purposely or not) that ciel and sebastian don't have a special and unique relationship, sebastian just lucked out and got the single yummiest soul ever and he's only loyal because ciel is irresistable demon aphrodisiac. and every other demon would treat ciel the exact same because he's the bella swan of kuroshitsuji.

i don't like it! i understand the appeal of those kinds of romances but the thing is, that's not a genre convention for gothic romance, which sebaciel absolutely is. gothic romance couples don't get together because fmc is the most special mary sue ever and ml just can't say no. gothic romance is about broken people finding companionship, understanding, acceptance, and love in the ONE other person who can accept them for who they are when they have been outcast by the rest of their society. (and it usually ends tragically because one person can't be all of that for another person but that's another post.)

phantom of the opera wouldn't have happened with some other girl. jane eyre and wuthering heights wouldn't have happened with some other girl. the love interests are not interchangeable. gothic romance is about the individuals and how they very specifically fit each other to make each other better or worse.

ciel should only ever be appealing to sebastian and vice versa. in fact i hope sebastian's demon friends are all rolling their eyes at his obsession with that prissy annoying british boy.

[parasiterileymoon]

hi again okay relating to my last request/idea what about reader meeting cursed cat Alastor, luci cat, and cat Adam what would reader feel towards each of the three cats and how would the boys feel about the reader meeting their cat counterpart and maybe more headcannons avout the three cats please make specifically how they act around normal reader and cat reader? Sorry your description of cat Adam has my brain now thinking of all sorts of ideas hope you have a good rest of your day take care 😊 thanks again

Animequeen4 is back at it again with another banger

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•Cat Alastor•

He trots up to you with his tail up and rubs against your ankles. He then smacks and hisses at Lucipurr and catdam (you like my nicknames? Yeahhh I know you do ;] ). Every time one of them approaches he does the arched back sideways hop thing. He also sounds like the “ohhhh long Johnson” cat. Like he’s speaking in tongues. He’s casting an incantation on them. You on the other hand, he purrs like a jet engine.

•Cat Lucifer•

He will not shut up. The yappiest cat ever. Especially if you put him down. Scratches at the bathroom door. Will sit on the highest spot in the cat tower and hiss at anyone who approaches. Will kick Adam and Alastor off the little window hammock thing. Another jet engine purr. Biscuit making professional. He goes to WORK‼️ if your laying on your stomach he will make biscuits on your back. It feels incredible. He will then sprawls on your back and you’re legally not allowed to move.

•Cat Adam•

Attacks your legs. Jumps on your legs then bites them then licks them. When it comes to the other boys he’s either hoarding the catnip or knocking stuff onto them. He sits on top of the bookshelf or like the fridge or something and yells like an angry old man. “Get out of my territory you BITCH.” He also does the sideways hop arch back thing. He will make biscuits on you but his nails will dig into you and if you try to push him off he hisses and bites you.

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I love these fucking goobers. I need someone to draw them duking it out.

[muddyorbsblr]

come on, england

'one look and they'll know' collection masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: about a year after 'a sizing mishap'

Summary: When the video director for Tom's promo seems uncomfortable with articulating the vision that was instructed of him, you step in to help things along

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: a tiny bit of dirty talk; little to no plot in this i just wrote it for the thirst [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: we're in a new era (reveal at the end author notes)

This feels familiar, you thought to yourself, watching Tom walk in front of the camera, wearing a white and blue jersey with the number 6 in the middle. He looked to the side of the camera, his eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a moment, before putting on his game face and returning his focus to the lens, looking like he was about to give a pep talk.

"Come on, England!" he exclaimed, with an enthusiasm that felt better suited for a stage performing Shakespeare. Fitting, considering how the target audience were to be sports enthusiasts that Soccer Aid wanted to attract and fill seats next Sunday.

The man behind the camera threw up his hand, scratching the back of his head as he shouted, "Cut!" It was obvious that while he had done a magnificent job, as always, this didn't quite fit with the vision they had in mind. "That was…great, Tom. Really it was. But maybe we could go again but this time a bit more…encouraging?"

"You mean like louder, yeah?"

"No actually maybe a bit…softer?"

Despite his efforts to keep his expression unchanging, you could see the questions swirling in Tom's oceanic eyes. You'd known him far too long that those minute changes no longer got past you. And long enough that you could wager a guess that the questions popping up in his head were the same as yours.

If they want encouraging, then that last take should have done it. It's the tone the sports fans respond to. It's their catnip.

But as soon as the director said, "Maybe like…soothing?", the real vision clicked into place. The target audience for this promotional video wasn't the sports fans at all.

"You mean seductive?" you spoke up from your seat, shifting your posture to cross your leg over the other and resting your arms on your knee. "Enticing?"

"That's--preposterous I would never--"

"Come on, you and I both know who you have in front of the camera. And the type of crowd you want filling in the rest of the seats of that stadium, it's okay. But see, he's not gonna give you the performance you see in your head if you keep trying to dance around the words," you explained, motioning toward both of them. "You want him to play it sexy, just say the words."

"I can't it feels weird, ma'am," he finally blurted out. "These were just the instructions relayed to me, that the feel should be--"

"Tantalizing," you finished for him, trying to hold back a chuckle at how his face reddened as he nodded. You stood up, smoothing your hands over the fabric of your navy blue jumpsuit. "Alright then, show me how to operate the camera."

You walked over to look at the instructions that he referred to, your skin prickling at the scrawled words of 'Make sure he doesn't show his left hand'.

'Bedroom voice pls', another one said in bright sky blue ink.

"I know that look, sweetheart," Tom spoke up. "Are you alright?"

You made your way to him, your shoulders immediately relaxing when he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you to him as he pressed his lips to your forehead. "Nothing we haven't dealt with before," you answered him, taking a deep breath and smiling at the comfort you felt from his signature citrusy leathery scent. "Now for this take…how about we try you walking into the shot? And then you stare the camera down while you say the line? Forget encouraging and just…"

Identical wide smiles stretched across your faces as you whispered a scenario to him that you believed could get his voice to where the organizers' vision wanted it to be. He slid his hand down the side of your body, giving you a playful little tap on the ass right as you walked back toward the camera.

The video director showed you how to start rolling on the camera then stepped aside to let you run the shot. "Ready, sweetie?"

He threw you a look that had you fighting not to squirm where you stood, answering you in that gravelly tone you were intimately familiar with. "For you, goddess? Always."

You positioned yourself squarely behind the camera, throwing up your hand to count him down to his cue. 3…2…1…Go.

Tom walked into the shot, his eyes meeting yours behind the camera. He took a breath, adjusting his stance to have his feet shoulder-width apart and placing his hands on his hips. His eyes roamed your features with the slightest whisper of the hunger and mischief that you were accustomed to when you were within the privacy of your home. And then he spoke, his voice low and raspy that it immediately brought your thoughts to that scenario you whispered in his ear minutes before.

Imagine that it's just you and me, sneaking in a quickie on the day bed in our study and failing because you're talking me into just one more round. Talking me into making more of a mess on you so we end up in the shower. Or the bathtub.

"Come on, England," he said softly, squinting his eyes at the lens. At you. And then he pursed his lips, fighting back the smile that threatened to follow through once he clocked how your eyes had glazed over, knowing exactly where your mind had wandered.

"Cut!" the video director's voice rang through the little studio, audibly more excited over the take compared to the last. "That was perfect, Tom. I think we got everything we need for your video." He rushed over to you, holding his hand out for you to shake. "You're phenomenal."

"That she is," Tom chirped up, taking his place by your side and settling his hand comfortably on your waist. "Always a blessing whenever we find ourselves able to work together."

"Have you ever thought of directing, Miss H? I'd be more than happy to share the co-directing credit on this with--"

"Ohh absolutely not," you cut him off, laughing the suggestion away. "Too much responsibility. Always happy to assist but I don't think I'll ever want that workload on my shoulders no matter what the scope or scale. I'm more than happy letting you sign this video off as fully yours. And those higher ups that left you those instructions would probably be very happy with you, too."

You saw how Tom craned his head to see the instructions that had been left for the video director, his hand tensing for a moment before his thumb stroked at your side, the motion soothing both of you.

"I'll let them know though that it wouldn't have been possible without your input, at least. Do you prefer Y/N H. or just Miss H?"

Oh I'm sure they'll love that, you thought to yourself, already imagining the bitter sneers this poor guy was about to witness. "You know what, just tell them Mrs. Hiddleston says 'you're welcome'."

A/N: Okay so we have 2 welcomes in this chapter…First welcome back to the Soccer Aid Collection. Apparently we're gonna have 2024 chapters added because I couldn't help myself so this thirst piece happened, and the chaos is probably gonna go down where I'm writing for both 2023 Soccer Aid and 2024 Soccer Aid at the same time because I am just…slow…lol

But anyways…welcome to the married era 😳🥹 I honestly have so much planned to get these blorbos to where they are right now, and I had a different chapter in mind to reveal to y'all that this is what we're working towards, but things happen, plans change…Tomathy walks out in that jersey with the long hair, gets me struggling not to say the d-word, and effectively derails those plans in the best way possible 😅🫡

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