#pwetty cats right here

[valdemart]

Fweckles

ValdemarxReader fluff. No warnings.

“Valdemar…I’m bored.”

There was no reply. They didn’t even look up from their desk where they were writing gods only knew what.

“I said I was bored.”

“I heard you perfectly fine the first time,” they answered finally. “I was ignoring you.”

You huffed and marched over to them before nuzzling yourself against their shoulder like a cat.

“Don’t ignore me.”

“I am working and you are fully capable of entertaining yourself for the moment.”

“But I’m lonely.”

You watched them write for a moment before realizing they were writing in a language you were unfamiliar with.

“You’re welcome to sit quietly down here with me.”

It took a great deal of strength to keep you from rolling your eyes.

“Can’t we do something together? Something fun? Something…not this?”

“Perhaps when I finish. Until then, I will not stop my work to indulge you.”

“Vawdemaw…Pwetty pwease?”

That made Valdemar stop writing immediately. You knew it would. Not because you had ever tried it on them before, but rather because it had made everyone else you had tried it on throw something at you. No one liked the ‘UWU’ voice.

Like an owl, they turned their face sharply towards yours, the slight curl of their upper lip their only sign of disgust.

“Is that what’s meant to allure me, Dearest? That infantile voice?”

Their voice was completely flat. It didn’t hold the ice it did when they were exceedingly annoyed, so you pushed.

“Well…Is it working?”

You grinned at them, grinning like the cat that got the green canary. Even when they slowly returned your smile, you hid your worry and your smile never faltered.

“You seem to be under the impression that, just because my instruments are not nearby, I cannot cause you a great deal of discomfort.”

Turning their chair around to face you, they held their quill up long enough for you to see the sharp point before bringing it to poke lightly into your neck. They weren’t applying nearly enough pressure for it to be even slightly uncomfortable. Slowly, they drug the point up your neck and across your face, causing you to shiver lightly as goosebumps covered your arms.

“I’ve not yet heard of anyone completing a transorbital lobotomy with a quill,” they explained, bringing the quill point to rest right outside your medial canthus. “I could write a very interesting paper after becoming the first.”

It was hard to be afraid, knowing that there was no way Valdemar could possibly slip accidentally.

“You wouldn’t want me lobotomized.”

“Perhaps. Although it’s quite a shame I let you keep your brain when you never use it.”

Valdemar lowered the quill and waited for your response. You didn’t really have anything witty to say, so you decided to double down on being annoying.

Leaning forward slightly, you planted a light kiss onto the tip of Valdemar’s nose.

“Fweckles.”

Valdemar was silent for just a moment.

“Excuse me?”

You leaned forward again to place a kiss on their left zygomatic arch.

“Fweckles. I like yo fweckles.”

“Cease this horrid chatter at once.”

“Can’t. Gotta kiss da fweckles.” You placed a third kiss to the right side of their face.

“One.”

You pulled back and observed Valdemar’s face. Their eyes were sharp but their face was neutral. You waited for them to continuing counting, but they didn’t. They weren’t counting down to your dissection? Slowly, you leaned forward to kiss the bridge of their nose.

“Two.”

Oh.

Now they were keeping a tally of your transgressions? No doubt it was also the number of repercussions coming your way as well. You wanted to ask Valdemar what they had planned, but you already knew they wouldn’t tell you.

“Three.”

Your lips lingered on theirs for a moment, their skin chilling you slightly. No, you had no idea what they had planned, but you figured you could handle three of whatever they planned to dish out.

It’d be worth it.

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What were they counting? Orgasms? Spankings? Toes removed? You get to decide!

Working on Valdebreed Part 2 now that I finally got this out. Stay tuned!

[raiy-yn]

picos school trauma coping head canons because this is how I decided to spend my Thursday afternoon!

obviously CW for the events of picos school, drug use, discussion of trauma, self harm and also repressed memories.

pico

pico often copes through a sort of exposure therapy by using his guns, it also helps to let off some extra steam.

he also tends to use weed as an escape but he does this far less often due to how often he gets really bad trips

one thing he does a lot a lot is try and find some high up area like a rooftop or something and try to take in the view. pico either does this to get his mind off things or so he can mull over his thoughts in a constructive manor away from anyone who he could lash out on.

this one is a really niche one but I have this really specific hc where he wears cat ears and a maid outfit as a comfort blanket. it makes him feel pretty :3 this one probably doesn't happen often tho.

one of his big ones is making humor out of his trauma, not all of the jokes are funny but y'know, you can't win e'm all. he does this most frequently with nene who tends to be the best with this type of banter.

Nene

Like i said earlier she often tends to talk to pico about these types of things, jokes, vents, whatever she’s feeling at the time she finds most comfort in pico’s company when upset or stressed.

Nene used to self harm often(but you already knew that) but recently she has been getting far better and instead of knives n shit she tends to use a slap bracelet and rubber band so she can negate the damages. Of course it isnt as good as not harming herself at all but its doing well.

She definitely takes self care days, yaknow all the good shit. Bubble baths and manicures, the works. One of her favorite face masks is a sparkly pink one that is labeled “bubblegum rose” scented.

She definitely pulls the other two to do this stuff with her (sometimes a makeover too if they aren’t too prickly about it)

Nene probably also hugs her plushies really hard when she has trouble sleeping at night, i can imagine she also keeps on a nightlight.

Darnell

Darnell doesn’t actually remember the shooting due to repressing those memories, despite this he’s deathly afraid of the sounds of gunshots and blood.

This gets really bad around fourth of July because he suddenly gets really stiff and starts shutting down from all the noise, but he doesn’t even know why. So usually what he does is put on some noise canceling headphones. gets under his covers with a notebook and recites mathematic equations, or just looking at whatever’s online.

He often finds most comfort in holding his friends or being held. Being touched in general brings most comfort, hand holding, shoulder tapping, using other people as an armrest(mostly pico) whatever is most convenient. As long as he is touching someone and knows they’re present. Its never in a sexual way tho Darnell is just a clingy man.

Lots of stimming, all the stims. He often scratches at his jeans or something else rough, but he also does the classic arm shaking stim a lot too but he tries not too since carpal tunnel is assumably not fun.

One of his biggest stims is probably flicking a lighter on and off (i think i talked about this earlier)

Similarly to pico he also likes getting on roofs to sit and reflect, he also stares at camp/bonfires frequently because fire pwetty.

One long night darnell got worried for pico since he had been gone all night when they had plans. He went looking for pico the entire night and soon found him on top of a skyscraper just staring at the city scape. Darnell asked him what he was doing here pico simply told Darnell “has the best view in philly, i come here to think sometimes” Darnell was invited to join him with a quiet patting of the concrete right next to pico. They sat there quietly, thinking and pondering for most of the night. This quickly became one of their favorite pass times.

[heyheshi]

Chipped Tooth

2.2k words

written and uploaded: September 3, 2020

🦋 - fluff

Please like and reblog! Also please don’t post my writings anywhere!

Aren’t these kittens just look adorable! The first cat is Cuddles and the second one is Snuggles! Kinda inspired by the new photo of Harry on a football field.

Masterlist

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"Cuddles! Come back here!", you yelled as you run after your 2 month old kitten who's running away from you towards the living room.

You sat down beside her after seeing her on the couch, petting her head making her purr at you, you smiled, "where is Snuggles, huh? Where is he?", you asked your cat as if she was a real person.

Cuddles only 'meows' at you and jumped off the couch and ran off somewhere in the house, leaving you alone in total silence, you sigh.

You started cleaning the living room, picking up multiple cat toys on the carpet and vacuuming it, as well as the couch to at least get rid of the cat furs.

You love your cats, they're just really messy and they needs a lot of time and affection most of the time which is a bit tiring but also a great practice to when you start having your own real babies even though it's not nearly the same.

Harry gifted you Cuddles when she was just a month old for your birthday almost a month ago adding to your small family - together with Snuggles - who is now 3 months old.

Cuddles looks like a toy with its white and gray fur and deep blue eyes. She's a Persian cat, really really tiny and quiet and often chooses to lounge on your bed or couch but she loves being cuddled - hence her name and loves to run away from you and Harry so you can give her some loving. What a brainy little teacup kitten.

While Snuggles is the exact opposite, a Munchkin cat who's very active. He also looks like a toy, he also got white furs but with a touch of brown. As much as he's active, he also loves to sleep but only when he's snuggled to Harry's side - you're not his favorite but you can live with that since he gets along with Cuddles really well - both intelligent cats.

Speaking of your fiancé Harry, you look at the wall clock and realized that he will come back home in an hour giving you enough time to prepare some snacks and clean your bedroom.

You were about to climb upstairs when you lost your balance after seeing Snuggles laying on the first staircase sleeping - you almost crushed him! Thank God you saw him just in time but you fall pretty bad. Both of your feet feels alright but your mouth feels numb, your right palm is on the third step helping you get up.

Snuggles is still sleeping peacefully, you picked him up to bring him upstairs with you - oh and you almost forgot to mention that he sleeps like a human, with his back on the surface he’s laying on! - but you saw something on the stairs. It looks like a broken bead, you look closely to pick it up, not wanting the cats to eat it but it wasn't a bead, it looks like a chipped tooth...

You run your tongue across your lower teeth, then your upper teeth until you felt something crooked making your eyes grow wide in panick.

Grasping "your" chipped tooth with your left hand and Snuggles in your right arm, you stomped upstairs to the master's bathroom after laying down Snuggles on the bean bag near your study table.

You opened all the lights and prayed to God that it's wasn't your tooth - that what you felt wasn't it but as you smiled with your full teeth on the mirror, there's a dent.

On your Central Incisor, you can see the chip and it looks awful in your opinion. You’re not teeth obsessed but you also know that this doesn't look good at all! The chip was in the front!

You racked your head with the possible outcomes and what you can do with it for the mean time. Harry will be home in a few and you gotta think quick.

Then you saw the box of disposable masks on your dresser, took one and wore it. 'It'll work for now', you thought and went downstairs to make some sandwiches for when Harry arrives.

Approximately an hour later, a very sweaty Harry came into the living room, "hey love! Why are you wearing a mask? Did you went out?"

You shake you head, "no, I didn't. Supposed to but I got lazy.", lie.

"Oh alright. Gimme a kiss Y/N!", Harry slowly went to you on the couch but you dodged his arms giggling uncomfortably.

"Later!", you winked at him to hide your nervousness as you stood up, walking towards the kitchen, "I prepared us some snacks."

Harry whined like a little boy as he pouted, "fine! Be like that! But I'm gonna go take a shower, I smell horrible anyway!", he said while walking backwards to keep your eye contact, "but you have to give me a kiss when I came back!"

You shooed him away and yelled "no promises" as you hear him scampered upstairs. You're not gonna lie, you're really embarrassed with what happened but you also know that Harry is not going to judge you but still!

You wait for Harry in the kitchen, not daring to remove your mask and eat the BLT sandwich you prepared even though your stomach is grumbling.

Harry arrived a few minutes later eyeing you down then looking at the meal in front of him, "I can't decide which one I wanna eat first...", he hummed teasing you.

"Oh shut up! Eat your sandwich.", you said as you pushed the plate towards him. Harry only clinked his tongue, strutting towards you, ignoring the food you made for him.

"Kissy!", Harry tried to remove your mask away but you only pushed him back, giggling, "eat your food first!", you said.

Harry crossed his arms on his chest and shake his head, "no."

You laughed at him, "what do you mean no?"

"Do I smell that bad? I already showered! Is that why you don't wanna kiss me?"

Now you feel bad seeing Harry feel down. You know it certainly isn't him but you don't think you can tell him that.

You stood up from your seat and went to him, hugging your fiancé tight, "I'm sorry Bubba...", slowly looking up at him seeing him already looking down at you but not hugging you back.

You only snuggled closer to his chest and squeezing him tight, "you smells good, as always, H.", you whispered not knowing if he can quite hear your with your mask.

"You don't know that!", he protested but pulled you closer to his chest.

"Oh I know..."

Harry kissed your temple while you rocked the both of you, "can you remove your mask now, pwetty pwease?", Harry requested in a childlike voice, "wanna kiss, haven't kissed you since this morning!"

"Don't want to!", you already know that he's pouting before and your reply will make him annoyed with you.

Harry pulled away and turned to the sandwich you made, taking a huge bite, "give me a valid reason."

"It's embarrassing!", you said, already feeling hot but collecting all your dignity to remove the mask.

Harry can sense that something is bothering you so he put his food down and looked at your eyes, "what's the matter love?", you only shrugged your shoulders at his question.

"Can I...?", Harry softly took your head in his hands and run his fingers through the mask making you softly nod your head.

You clasped your lips tight as Harry remove your mask. You know you're being dramatic but you're too clumsy and careless for your age!

"Why are your lips like that?", Harry thinks you're only teasing his so he laughed, pulling on your chin to get you to separate your lips.

"Mhfmfm mhdf!"

"Lovie I don't understand you!", he only laughs harder making you squint your eyes and look at him like you're a tiger ready to eat its prey.

Harry put both of his hands up in defense, "m sorry! I'm sorry!", as he laughs more, his giggles makes you wanna smile but you're annoyed at him.

You took both of your hands to cover your mouth as you speak the next few words, "I smifd mi fodth!", but it still come off as a muffled words.

Harry pulled both of his eyebrows down in a distressed and questioning manner, "you what?"

You removed one of your hand in hopes to speak more clearly this time, "I said I chipped my tooth."

Harry was about to laugh when he saw the serious look on your face, "wait! Really?!", the hot bastard looks excited!, "I wanna see! C'mon!"

"No!"

But Harry wasn't having it, he started to tickle you making you laugh and remove your hand away from your mouth. 

'He can see it now Y/N!', you scolded yourself in your head.

"Oh now that's a really cute chipped tooth!", he grinned at you making you feel a bit better, "what happened baby?"

You saw a pen and paper for your grocery list, attempting to take it and just write what happened but Harry interrupted you, "nu uh! It's okay Y/N, it happens to us. I still love you and I think it looks cute. Now tell me what happened.", he playfully demanded.

You're still a bit wary of opening your mouth but fiance's order, "I was going upstairs to clean our room after finishing up the living room...", you started in a small voice to minimize the opening of your mouth.

Harry just looks at you supportingly as you continue narrating to him, "and I was about to take my first step when I saw Snuggles sleeping on the steps, I almost stomped on him but I saw him last-minute so I lost my balance and well this happened...", you looked down as you finished your story.

"Oh well that makes you a great mom! You didn't kill our baby!", Harry joked making you smile a bit, "so that's why our room is a bit messier and that's why Snuggles is on our room now.", he concluded.

You nodded twice, "pretty much. Is he still asleep?"

"Uh huh, and Cuddles was in the living room when I came back down.", Harry explained as he now hugged you from behind.

"I wanna get this fixed babes, you think we can go to the dentist tomorrow?", you looked up at him and he pecked the tip of your nose before answering.

"Of course, I'll make you an appointment but for now let's eat, I'm starving!", you agreed with Harry and took your plate as Harry took his and started descending to the living room.

You plopped down to the couch beside Harry, Cuddles on the center table playing with his stuffed candy toy.

"How was the game? Do you still got it?", you teased Harry, feeling more comfortable and confident now talking to him.

He looked at you and smirked, "are you really asking me if I'm still good at football? Baby I'm great at it!"

"Says who? Says you? The one that sprained his legs when he attempted to kick the ball?", you poked his arms laughing.

Harry swatted your finger away, "it was one time!"

You rolled your eyes at him, still laughing, "yeah sure!", you said and took your first bite on the sandwich, moaning on the taste making Harry smile.

"Oh what a narcissistic!", he sarcastically said.

"Well mister, I make banger sandwiches and we both know that this is what reeled you in when we started dating!", you looked at him accusingly.

Harry laughs, "okay! Okay you're right!"

"I know I am!", you smirked.

He looks at you fondly, "thank you for the sandwich and everything."

You smiled at him but playfully punched him in his right thigh, "oh don't be dramatic now Harry!"

He gasped, "I wasn't!", then looked at you mischievously, putting his arms around your neck and pulling you to him, "Snuggles!", you giggled but snuggled him.

Then the very awake Snuggles came rushing downstairs after hearing Harry's voice and tried to jump to his lap. He probably thought that Harry was calling him!

Harry looked at the Munchkin cat and picked him up, the kitten immediately snuggling on Harry's chest then you heard a 'meow' and you saw Cuddles looking at the three of you, eyes begging for her to get picked up and cuddled too, so you did.

The four of you in the livingroom just cuddling and snuggling each other making you forget about your chipped tooth and your sandwiches.

You looked up at Harry as he looks down at you at the same time, exchanging ‘I love you’s’. You finally kissed him without feeling any embarrassment making the both of you smile during it with your cats on each other's chest.

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[telli1206]

Wag My Tail

Carlos is drunk and just wants to see some puppies. 

Just a little pseudo-prompt initiated by my teaser for Chapter 7 of The Wedding Date (made by @bunny-lou and @hersilentlanguage).  It’s NOT an extension of the fic, I just used the idea to have some fun, and made it Halloween-themed to get in the holiday mood 🎃😈💀👻

“Eves, I blame you for this.”

Jay wraps his coat a little tighter, hugging it as securely as he can against his body to combat the bitter chill of the night air. He’s now fully regretting letting the girls convince him to wear body paint over a regular dog costume. If he had known they’d be spending half the night walking through the streets, he never would have gone for it.

“What?! What did I do?” She tries to pout pitifully, but her painted on whiskers and pink nose make it look almost comical. Mal is huddled next to her, cuddling against Evie’s side as Evie walks quickly with her phone out in front of her, texting frantically.

“Have you ever seen a vet uniform that tight? That costume you made hugs, like, everything!” Jay shakes his head, picking up his pace. “I should’ve just locked him in our room and kept him there the second I saw him in that fucking thing.” He mutters, shoving his paw-covered hands under his armpits for more warmth.

“Jay, just chill, ok? We all agreed sexy was the point of these costumes, remember?” 

Mal rolls her eyes, pulling on Evie to walk faster as she keeps her eyes glued to her phone.

“I mean, it’s not like cats have hips and boobs like these, do they?” She cups Evie’s chest. The bluenette quirks a little smile as she elbows Mal lightly,  all the while still texting. “And you’d be wearing a fucking shirt, Scooby.” She gestures to Jay, chuckling as he glares back.

“You had your part in this too Mal, don’t even get me started. You never should have given him that many shots. Pup doesn’t say no to you, you know that.”

Mal chuckles, shrugging at Jay. “Doug’s got an eye on him, we’ll get him back.”

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He’s ok, he’s in front of me. Outside Auradon City Grille. HURRY.

Doug tucks his phone in his pocket quickly, blowing on his hands and rubbing them for warmth before shoving them back in his pocket. Texting location updates every minute is not helping with body warmth at all.

He’s stil happy he spotted Carlos though, stumbling out the door of the party with some random Tourney player he’s never met. Not that he talks to many of the jocks anyway. But this guy was very tall and broad, skin an even darker bronze than Jay’s, but his long, dark hair was thick and curly. He’s pretty sure it was Moana’s son, but he’s not about to go up and ask a tall, muscular, guy why he was wrapping a tight arm around his friend’s waist and practically helping him walk out the door.

Not without Jay backing him up at least.

Carlos was chattering excitedly, gesturing with one hand while the other was wrapped tightly around the other boy’s, propping himself up as best he could to walk. His words were a slurry mess though, as animated as they were, and his stumbling walk was so bad he was mainly turning his shoes out with every step, so close to twisting his ankles each time it made Doug wince in anticipation.

“Ssssooooo izzz black ‘n’ white?!” Carlos asks the boy, eyes bright and eager. The boy nods, the arm around Carlos’ waist starting to slip lower as they slow their pace.

“Dam-Damaltion? Or maybe, Auzrali-lian She..p...shep...” Carlos stumbles on his letters, pulling back to try to force out the sound. “huh...huh...Shep-huh-erd?” He giggles softly once he’s able to get out all his words.

“Yeah, yeah, the last one! You got it.” The guy nods, smiling as he scoops Carlos in closer. “And he’s adorable, wait till you see! Only a month old.”

Carlos laughs, swatting at the guy’s hand on his waist. “No wayyyy. Thaz too baby! He can’t be away from hizz mamma yet. Izzz gotta be like, 12 weekz, right?” Carlos looks up at him with a droopy-eyed grin.

“Uh, right. You’re right. He’s 12 weeks. Sorry.”

Doug huffs, shaking his head and whipping back out his phone.

Asshole is a liar. No puppy. Groping Carlos. GET HERE NOW.

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A tiny gasp slips out as Evie reads her new text, enough to make Mal look over and take a peek. Her eyes widen, and they both look to make sure Jay’s not watching.

“We’re close, right? Mal whispers, as breathy and quietly as she can. Evie just nods, eyes still on Jay as he jogs to the next corner, eyes whipping all around, desperately searching for the missing vet.

“Jay! Left!” Evie shouts, pulling Mal along with her. 

He makes no acknowledgement but follows her instruction, turning to the left down the next street. He immediately spots Doug and breaks into a sprint, grabbing him harshly by the shoulders as soon as he reaches him.

“Where is he?!” He shouts, making Doug flinch at the volume of his voice. He hesitates, then looks to his right. Jay follows his line of sight, instantly spotting the larger boy hugging Carlos as they disappear down the next block over.

“Thanks Doug!” He yells gratefully, pointing as he starts to run. “You’re the best. I owe you!”

Evie squeezes Doug’s shoulder, smiling warmly when she and Mal finally reach him.

“You really are the best, Doug. Thank you for keeping Carlos safe.”

Doug grins back, a light blush tinting his cheeks as both girls continue to smile at him 

“Anytime. Go get your boy!” He waves as the girls start running to catch up to Jay. He shakes his head as he wrings his hands, finally shoving them back into his pockets and sighing as he feels the warmth they so needed.

“But if you don’t start chaining that boy’s ass to Jay whenever you let him drink I fucking swear I’ll do it myself.” Doug mutters to himself as he heads back to his heated dorm room.

Evie hooks Mal’s arm to drag her faster as Mal groans, starting to pant heavily from keeping up with the girl. But Evie is increasingly worried about the potential scene they may walk into if Jay is left to his own devices with the boy that swiped Carlos from the party.

“Tane!”

Thankfully, the girls catch up just in time to see Jay confront his teammate. The boy turns around, trying his best to carefully slide his hand back up to Carlos’ waist so as not to alert Jay to its original position.

“Jay!” Carlos exclaims, his droopy eyes brightening slightly. “Tane got a puppyyyy! We’re gonna go zee it. You shoul’ come!”

He leans forward to slip out of Tane’s grip. The boy tries to curl his arm tighter arond Carlos’ waist, but Jay dips in with a forceful glare. Tane freezes, letting his arm go and dropping Carlos into Jay’s arms. He scoops Carlos up quickly, pressing him firmly against his chest and trying his best not to give an audible sigh of relief.

“He got an Auzzie, Jay! They so pwetty...” Carlos drawls, almost sleepily but with a big smile still curled on his lips. 

Tane nods insistently, “Yep! Exactly. I was just taking Carlos to see him cause he asked. No big deal.”

“Oh really?” Mal quips, loosening her grip on Evie to take a step towards the big, hulking boy. “So tell me then, Tane, how big is your pup going to get?

Mal stands sternly, arms crossed as she stares him down. He pauses, staring back with a blank expression.

Evie steps forward with Mal, putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder as she harshly juts her hip out. “Yeah, Tane, tell us. Your parents would want to know how big of a dog would be in their house, wouldn’t they?” She tips her head to Mal, who returns her knowing look.

Tane sputters indignantly, mirroring Mal’s crossed arms. “Um. Just, like, 25 pounds? My parents didn’t want a big dog.”

Mal smirks, turning to Jay. He grins back, stroking Carlos’ hair calmly as he dips down to the boy’s ear.

“‘Los? How big do Aussies get?”

Carlos hums, leaning into Jay’s soft touch. “Femalezzz...35 to 50 pounds, but the malez range anywhere from 55 to 70.” 

Jay smiles proudly, planting a kiss to the top of Carlos’ head. “That’s my boy. Nothing can stop that beautiful brain.”

Mal turns back to Tane, flashing a wicked grin. “Well T, I think you better run home and have a chat with mommy and daddy. Because that’s not an Aussie at your house.”

Evie smiles, both girls waggling their fingers teasingly at the boy. “Bye T. Get yourself home safe now.”

Tane scoffs, glancing at Carlos. Jay tightens his grip, holding Carlos tightly as he keeps steely eyes on the other boy.

“Whatever,” Tane snarks, rolling his eyes as he starts his walk back. Alone.

Evie’s smile brightens as they see the boy leave. Grabbing Mal’s arm, she turns them around fully to face Jay.

Carlos has flipped himself around in Jay’s arms snuggling against his neck and making Jay giggle quietly. The girls watch, gazing fondly at their freckled boy. 

Evie leans forward, combing her fingers gently through white curls. “Crisis averted,” she whispers, looking around at Jay and Mal’s nods of approval.

Jay drops his body down and quickly hoists Carlos over his shoulder, prompting a sharp yelp from the tipsy boy. Carlos wiggles and whines, but Jay wraps a tight arm around his hips and another across his legs, trying to keep a steady handle on him despite the massive furry paw gloves he’s wearing. He moves to catch up to the girls and start the trek back to the dorms.

“Eves, I hope you learned your lesson,” Jay teases, walking up beside her, trying to blow a loose saggy dog ear away from his face.

Evie just rolls her eyes, giggling a little at the sight of Carlos slung over Jay. 

“Please, Jay. Don’t pretend like you’re not always asking me to make his clothes tighter,” she retorts, waving off Jay’s glare at her response. “Oh stop it, Carlos won’t remember a damn thing tomorrow anyway.”

“I know. And, I know what I told you about his clothes, but maybe not his party stuff? I don’t even know...like, the stuff he gets drunk in.” 

He sighs, looking at the boy who’s somehow managed to pass out with his head hanging down. His face is flushed and red from blood flow, but snores are still escaping his lips.

“I just don’t want anyone touching what’s mine.”

Mal perks a brow at Jay and stops in her tracks. He watches her cautiously as she approaches, suddenly whipping out a hand and slapping Carlos’ ass, hard. The boy wakes with a yelp, squirming and forcing Jay to hold him back down.

Jay glares as Mal barks out a laugh, grabbing her shoulder and turning to shove her back at Evie.

“Stop it Mal, you know what I mean.”

Evie shakes her head disapprovingly at her girlfriend, grabbing her arm and pulling her close as they walk up the steps to the dorm. She pulls off Mal’s cat ears and gives an affectionate nuzzle to her head, prompting Mal to press into Evie and rub on her neck.

“Pup’s going to get an earful in the morning, I swear.” Jay mumbles as Evie helps with his door, opening it and allowing Jay in first. He walks quickly to Carlos’ bed and plops the boy down, pulling the stethoscope off his neck and allowing him to snuggle his face into his pillow as Jay pulls the blankets over him.

“I don’t know why I bring him out sometimes.”

Evie bends over to plant a kiss into Carlos’ curls, pulling off her own cat ears as she casts a disapproving glance at Jay.

“Because you’d be miserable without him, Jay. Your life is no fun without Carlos and you know it.”

He rolls his eyes at Evie, but Mal swats him on the back and scares a yelp out of him.

“You love being that boy’s hero, just admit it. Carlos’ knight in shining armor.” She twists to looks at him, pulling on his floppy dog ear and flipping it back in his face.

“Or shining dog fur, at least.” Mal chuckles.

Jay sighs, staring down at the boy cuddled in bed. He rips off the dog paws and unhooks his furry head and ears, dropping them to the ground and climbing on the bed over Carlos, settling himself under the covers behind him and pulling him close. 

Carlos hums quietly and tilts his head towards Jay, rubbing his nose softly against Jay’s jaw, making him smile wide.

“You’re not wrong, pussy,” he says with a contented sigh. He keeps his eyes closed but smiles, feeling Mal’s own angered eyes boring into him.

“Now scram. My pup’s safe, and you have your other pussy to tend to, don’t you?”

[hypnotica-ships]

3x3

So, thanks to some A+++ enabling from the discord server, I've decided to post my BNHA self insert fanfic. I haven't really talked about my insert, but I plan to sometime in the future, but for now I"ll leave ya'll in the dark.

This whole thing was made just to make me and my friends feel good and give us some much needed self indulgence.

Word Count- 1,550

Hypnotica- My S/I

Grafight- @fictional-characters-are-hot's S/I

Slasher- @alwayslovestruck's S/I

It's been 3 hours.

4 hours since the hero team Discorded was asked to help out with a capturing some drug smugglers.

3 1/2 hours since they found the drug den.

3 hours since Hypnotica sent in Grafight and Slasher to covertly search the place.

3 hours since he's heard a response.

It was a loud, shrill scream that made his blood go cold. Expecting the worst, he decided to find some loiters and use his quirk to get some backup.

After being only able to scour up 2 shadows for his mask alts to posses, he realized the longer he spends time looking for people, the more harm could come to his friends...*family*. Dolly, taking the form of a Harpy, and Dylan taking a shape of a Lion man, will have to do for backup. Hoping that it won't be needed, he finds an open window and heads into the den.

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"Look! They're opening the crates. That must be how they ship the quirk enhancing drugs."

"Slasher. I can't see shit, it's too dark in here and I don't have dope cat eyes like yo-....wait a sec..."

The younger of the heroes takes out a sketch book and quickly draws our some night vision binoculars and they suddenly 'pop' out into a physical object. After giving a thumbs up, in order to stay quite, Grafight uses the goggles.

"Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiit....that's a lot of powder. How the hell do they sell it all?"

Slasher just shrugs it off and continues watching the group of men, tail swaying as they do.

All of a sudden, all of the men stop moving. A few moments later they all turn to the gurder that the hero duo were perched on.

"Hey! Lookey here fellas, some new 'test subjects' to try the new mix on."

"Oh as if you'd even come close to touching us! You won't even get a chance to lay a finger on us. Right Grafight?"

"Right! Good luck fuckers!"

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"Slasher! Grafight! What's going o-...."

"We won!'

Hypnotica was greeted by the sight of Slasher triumphantly standing with one foot on top of a human mound of passed out thugs while Grafight was looking over the crate of drugs, kicking one of the thugs that started move on the ground.

"Wha- Then who the hell screamed?!"

Grafight, grabbing the thug she kicked by his collar and threatening to punch him again.

"This guy did. I think he's like...the kingpin or something. Screams like a little bitch though."

"We managed to take these guys out super easily, like it was nothing! Can't believe they were talkin' smack like they could beat us..."

Still a bit shaken up from his worry, Hypnotica headed over to check out the crate. Noticing a strange metal box buried slightly underneath some of the drugs, he pulls it out and begins to question the kingpin about it.

"This your tracker? Is this the thing that you use to keep an eye on your 'supplies'?"

"You better answer. Grafight is pretty liberal with bodily harm."

Slasher says as she walks over to look at the box better, poking it with one of her claws.

"...it....it...he.....hehaha..."

"Punching time?" Grafight asks looking up at Hypnotica.

"Not yet. He needs to be conscious to answer our questions."

"Talk then, asshat."

"...doesn't matter....we....we were gunna..."

"Gunna what, idiot?!"

"d....die...die anways..."

"...Punch him Grafight."

Hypnotica grumbles while Dolly pried open the box with her talons.

"Gladly!"

"...I don't think he meant, like, *80 times Grafight...*"

Slasher now worriedly watches as the kingpin get's absolutely destroyed by fists.

"..."

Hypnotica seems frozen as he looks down at the box, unmoving, and holding his breath. Cocking her head, Slasher notices that somethings wrong with him.

"Hey....you alright big bro?"

"..."

Finally stopping her onslaught on the kingpin, Grafight looks over to Hypnotica.

"Cat got your tongue or something?"

Still not saying a word, Hypnotica turns the box so the others can see. In the box is a small glowing green tube with wires attached to it, there's also a countdown screen slightly below it. It's only got 3 seconds left on it.

As her tail drops, so does her heart, with only a few second to accept her fate Slasher meekly gasps as she starts to speak.

'Oh..'

'Shit'

Grafight finishes Slasher's thought, right before everything goes white.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sirens are blaring as the green mist clears from the rubble of what's left of the warehouse. Various bodies are strewn all about, policemen and EMTs were able to arrive on the scene fairly quickly. Not that it mattered, the damage was done. From the looks of everything, there was no survivors, all thugs and kingpin were either crushed by the rubble or suffered from some strange type of asphyxiation. Death seemed to encompass the area, until one of the EMTs discovered a lion like shadowy figure seemingly protecting a group of still breathing bodies. The figure soon dissipated leaving a strange mask in it's place.

The bodies were still alive, but barely, and they needed medical attention and fast.

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"-Sources say that the 'hero' team were incapable of apprehending the group and had to resort to extreme measures to stop the-"

"Horseshit! Why would we set off a bomb? We had it covered already, it wouldn't kill them to get their facts straight..."

"Calm down Gummybear, the doc said you shouldn't strain yourself..."

It's been 4 days since Grafight was released from the hospital, suffering from 2 broken arms, rendering her unable to use her quirk...among other things. Fatgum, her partner, had insisted to stay by her side until things healed, neglecting his own hero duties in the process.

"The doc can shove it as far I care! These newscasters have no right to spew out garbage lies like that! It's gunna hurt our rep.... Sure we might not be the nicest, safest, smartest heroes in the game, but we aren't villainous either!"

"...You...you do have a point, but don't worry about it, I"m sure one of the others will give them a piece of their mind and sort things out. Right now you and I have dinner to eat!"

Grumbling as she rose from the couch, Grafight followed her partner to the kitchen, sitting down at the small round dinning table that the family usually shared. This dinner was different though. The table had a nice white satin cloth draped over it, with 2 light candles on top. It seemed that this time these two will be dinning alone.

"Take a seat baby, I'll go grab our meal."

"It better be something good, the meals at the hospital were utter shit..."

She lets her sentence trail on as a covered plate is placed ever so gently in front of her.

"Oh? Did you plan on surprising me? ....Babe, my arms, I can't open it."

"Yeah, my bad, here ya go my sweet Gummy."

Fatgum slowly removes the cover for maximum surprise effect. Once it's off, Grafight can't help but smiley widely as she notices one of her favorite meals, but with a culinary twist. Hotdogs sliced up into star shapes, surrounded by a circle of mashed potatoes, topped with melted cheese, a dash or salt, and a glob of ketchup in the middle of it all.

"So? Ya like?"

"..."

Grafight's eye's start to tear up, but her smile still stays plastered on her face. Fatgum notices right away and goes to quickly grab some tissues.

"Oh Gummy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you! I just...I just thought I could do something special for ya...I...I-"

"Oh baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe! I love it! Omg, I love it so much, you're the best, you know that right?"

"I...yeah....no. Wait. YOU'RE the best, you're so strong and special to me, I...I"m just so happy that I didn't lose you...you mean the universe to me."

"Stop...I'm already crying, let's just...let's just enjoy this meal together, okay?"

"Okay. I"m starving anyways..."

Fatgum takes his place across from Grafight, and starts to devour his meal.

"Uh....Ahem...."

"Oh! Yeah, my bad, let me help ya."

The two enjoy their meal together, never breaking their love filled eye contact.

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"Slow down Mochi, you shouldn't be over-exerting yourself."

"But Kano, I want to dance! I really like this song...cough cough...it's a total....total banger, and I deserve to have some.....fun after what happened. Everyone else has been so....gloomy since then....I just....want to bring some life.....back into the house is all...."

"I know, I know...but, you won't be able to do much joy-spreading if you can barely walk to the mailbox without getting winded halfway there."

"Hmph, stupid bomb chemicals getting.....getting into my lungs...fucking up my whole system...did they ever figure out what...what was in that tube...anyways?"

"They still haven't called us back about the results yet, but they said the inhaler they gave you was working well enough for us not to worry. So we won't, right Mochi?"

"...Yeah...I guess...I just hate...feeling weak like this...I wanna cry but.... I don't want the others to...to see....they've been through enough....I don't wan them to worry about me...me too..."

Kano takes a moment to think, after a moment he takes Slasher's paw and leads her into the living room.

"Sweety...what are you doing?"

After he gets Slasher to relax on the couch, he walks over the Hypnotica's advance sound system and grabs a homemade looking CD. Putting it in he looks to Slasher.

"The good doctor said YOU shouldn't exert yourself, but....he never said anything about me."

As soon as the music starts, Kano begins to dance in a way that's all to familiar to Slasher. It's a dance they've grown to call the 'Humpty Dance', and no one else in the house can quite get it right like these two.

"Oh Kano! This....this makes me so....happy! Keep...keep going! Maybe...maybe you could...put in some...Slipknot next? Pwetty Pwease?"

"Anything for you my Mochi."

Slasher enjoys the show Kano puts on for almost 2 hours, by the time he gets done, Kano is just about as winded as Slasher has been recently. The two then cuddle on the couch, just taking in each other's slow and labored breathes.

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"You will most certainly not."

Sir Nighteye slams his hand down on the counter to emphasize his point, making Hypntoica jump a little.

"And why the fuck not? The need to get their facts straight. I will not stand for all of this fucking slander."

Sir sighs and pushes his glasses up, trying to calm himself down.

"I understand that, but 'kidnapping the newsroom executive' is not the most ideal way to go about it. You can barely walk, even with the crutches!"

Motioning to Hypnotica's broken left leg, and the sprain in his other. Hypnotica just huffs and looks off to the side, still with an angered expression plastered on his face.

"So. Fucking. What? Okay, maybe kidnapping is a bit extreme, but..."

Sir's own angry expression starts to soften as he notices the tears that begin to fall from his partner's face. Wondering how long he's been holding it in.

"...I can't let my family take the blame for a stupid mistake that I made!"

Hypnotica's body begins to shudder as more tears fall, Sir walks over to him and embraces him in a way to try to calm him down.

"It's not your fault...all of you did what you could to try and handle the situation."

"That doesn't excuse all of the death and destruction that happened, and not to mention all the hurt my family is going through because of it!"

"No. It doesn't. But how is any of that your doing, hmm?"

"...I...I..."

"Shh, just stay, and relax. I'll make up a fully detailed report and send out a few copies to some of the stations. They'll most likely use those facts since my name does carry some weight..."

While still holding him with his right hand, Sir uses his left to tilt Hypnotica's chin up to meet his eyes. After a few seconds go by, he rests his head on his partner's.

"...Trust me dear. Everything will turn out just fine."

"Promise?"

"I promise. I saw it."

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"A trusted source, who has decided to stay anonymous, has confirmed that the deaths in the Discorded Warehouse accident were not the before mentioned teams fault, but the fault of-"

"Thank you! Finally, a news channel that checks their facts. Even though I'm fine with a few deaths under my belt, but whatever I guess."

"Oh! Look Gummy! That's me! Saving all of those orphans was quite the task, I'll have to tell you all about it later."

"Kano my love! Let me help you with those dishes, there is far to many for one man to clean."

"Thank you Mochi! I kinda went all out with the meal this time, it was a celebration for everyone recovering so quickly....well, mostly everyone..."

"I call bullshit. Of course right after I get healed I trip down the stairs and end up right back to square one."

"Guess that means I'll have play nurse bit longer my dear."

~~*Cue Laugh Track*~~

[rottenbrains]

Kuroo Tetsurou X Reader

Wordcount : 1013 words

Warning : limey-lemon.. no worries, its just lime (for me) and also some cursing...

“Who’s the pwetty liddle cat?? You are!!” you squealed as you carried a tri-colored kitten and put it down on your lap, brushing its head with your thumb. Out of nowhere, a head made its way to your lap, settling down just beside the purring kitten.

“If this guy’s pretty, then how about me?” Your boyfriend asked, flashing his sneaky smirk to you as he waits for your answer. Your free hand moves from the floor to his face, and you pressed his nose making him scrunched his face as he felt the lingering pain on his nose.

"Compared to this lil' baby, you're just an old fart, Tetsu..." you said while watching him rubbing his nose as an attempt to ease the pain. You continued to play with the kitten while Tetsurou tends to the other kittens that slowly made their way towards both of you. Soon, two white tufts appeared beside you, snuggling themselves on your folded legs. Slowly, you picked the multicolored kitten on your lap and set it down on the floor as you moved your attention towards the balls of fur trying to get you to pet them. You were about to call your boyfriend when you saw him laying on the floor.

With a black kitten on his face, his left hand caressing the kitten while the right one paid attention to a greyish kitten burrowed beside his hip. Carefully, you made your way beside him and picked the greyish kitten. The two white kittens had already made their way to join the others, scattered around the room, playing around with other kittens. Putting the said kitten on his stomach, you laid facing him and played with the black kitten's tail. It shifted, then stood up and ran towards the other kittens, most probably annoyed from you playing with its tail. Tetsurou turned to his side, facing you with few stray black furs attached to his face.

"There's a lot of these kittens running around, and you had to disturb the one that totally on the same wavelength as me", he said as he pointed to the area behind you, where the kittens are running and jumping around. Soon, his pointing hand moved to your head, combing your hairs with his long fingers. Playfully, you poked his chest, catching his attention from your hair to your face.

"Well, this cat was supposed to be mine..." you said softly, your finger still poking his chest as you flashed your upturned lips, provoking him. In a flash, his arms hooked your waist, diminishing the already-small gap between both of you. Swiftly, his lips found yours as he slowly put you on a trance with his lips. Lips dancing in sync, the kiss quickly escalated from a supposedly-few-seconds kiss to a full-make out session with him suddenly on top of you, his knees and forearms supporting his weight instead of crashing your body with his. Feeling breathless, you pulled out from his kiss and breathed the air heavily as Tetsurou planted butterfly kisses on your jaws. From there, he slowly made his way to your soft spot on your neck, ticking it with his tongue before sucking it hard enough to earn himself a long-awaited moan. Your fingers hooked on his bedhair, your body was already too hot from the session. And his lips, now on your collarbone only adding the torture of your needs. Your breath hitched when you felt his hand slipped into your shirt, making you turn away in reflex.

The tri-colored kitten was eyeing you with its curious eyes, and that's when you realized that both of you are making out in a damn room that you guys booked, in a cat-cafe.

In a fucking cat-cafe.

The realization hits you like a car crash, your body instinctively sits down straight. Your boyfriend was pushed backward, landing on his butt with confusion displayed on his face when you suddenly sit facing him, pure terror and embarrassment coloring your expression.

"We're in a fucking room, in a fucking cat-cafe, making-out like this is our hotel room!" You whispered to him with crimson cheeks, he just chuckled on your exclamation.

"So what, we have doors and walls..." he stated, in a matter-of-fact manner. Slowly, he crawled back near you and tried to kiss you back before you jabbed his stomach.

"Stupid, I'm not kissing you here" you whispered again, ignoring his groans from your jab as you looked at the kittens that just saw you sucking your boyfriend's face like a needy brat. Quickly, you picked yourself up and straighten your clothing, dusting any fur and specks of dust that your article had picked from the place. Done making sure you looked presentable outside, you pulled your boyfriend and forced him to stand up. Disappointed from you cutting his progress on some physical affection with you, he pouted towards you, trying his best to make you stay here with him for some 'fun'.

It's not that your needs suddenly died down there, but you're not really up to sex in a public place, with kittens eyeing your every move. Giving in and compromising, you pulled his arm as you whispered to his ears.

"We're continuing this at my place, dolt."

Motivated by the statement, he quickly tugged your hand as he pulled you out of the cafe. You managed to wave goodbye to the girl behind the counter before both of you finally exited the premise.

"Good thing the cafe wanted us to pay before using the room, or else I might burst before we even paid the bills", your boyfriend said as both of you speedwalk towards your place, which was just a 5-minute walk from the cafe. Perks of renting a place outside the campus, you can say.

Arriving at the house, he quickly punched the password of your door lock before forcefully opening the door to let both of you enter. Slamming the door close, he captured your lips again and carried you to your room. And that's where the magic starts.

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"Let's have pizza for dinner... unless you can stand up to cook, or you want me to burn the kitchen down??"

[mcrollintherealworld]

Extra Vigilant Christmas by Ilna

We’re having an issue posting to Fanfiction.net today so please see today’s story below the break.

Putting up the tree this year in the Rollins/McGarrett home requires extra vigilance and care.

Thank you for your amazing support, REAL McRollers!

Find all our stories on our website: McRoll in the REAL World Chronological List

Notes: Mari and Sammy - Thanks for the always awesome feedback.  You’re the best, ladies!

Readers and REAL McRollers - Thank you for your amazing support!  It is always appreciated.

Hope you enjoy!

….

Extra Vigilant Christmas (A McRoll in the REAL World Story)

“Everyone ready?” Steve asked from the side of the tree.

“Ready!” DJ said excitedly from his spot in the middle of the living room with Catherine, Angie, and Cammie.

“Weady!” Angie echoed, clapping in anticipation.  “Tu’n dem on, Daddy!”

Catherine smiled at their enthusiasm.

“Okay,” Steve said.  “One …”

Angie held up two fingers while she and DJ said, “Two …”

Catherine and Steve joined with, “Three!” and he stepped on the foot control that turned the lights on.

They’d decided to keep their tradition of putting the light strands on the tree before plugging them in so they could make a moment of the tree lighting.  Once again, it was worth it.

The multi-colored lights reflected in Angie and DJ’s eyes as they stared at the tree in utter delight.

“Ohhhh,” Angie said, the first to find her voice.

“They’re so pretty,” DJ said.

“So pwetty,” Angie echoed.

“I think you two were right,” Catherine said, a hand on both of their shoulders in front of her.  “It looks even better with an extra strand of lights.”

“Agreed,” Steve said as he came to join them.

“Is it time for the ornaments now?” DJ asked.

Angie bounced in place.  “Yay!  O’maments!”

Catherine grinned.  “Definitely time for ornaments.”

Steve opened the tub as the kids gathered around.  “You know, I’m kind of surprised Pumpkin hasn’t explored the tree yet,” he commented, glancing over to the hallway where they’d last seen the kitten.  While she had watched the initial tree construction with Cammie, she’d eventually disappeared, seemingly enjoying having free reign of the house while everyone else, including Cammie, stayed in the living room.

“Maybe it’s too big for her,” Catherine suggested.  “Could be intimidating.”

Steve looked doubtful given the kitten’s climbing proclivities, but shrugged.  “Not that I’m complaining …”

His voice trailed off as Angie squealed, pulling her favorite ornament out of the tub.  She plopped on the floor and began pulling the string that made Donald Duck’s legs and arms move.

“He’ jumpin’,” she said, beaming as she showed everyone.

Catherine chuckled, kissing her head.  “Last year you said he was dancing.”

“It does kinda look like he’s doing jumping jacks,” DJ said.  “Like we do in gym class.”

“Looks like Donald is someone else’s favorite sailor now, too,” Steve teased.  “Is he going to be first on the tree again this year?”

Angie nodded and pushed herself up, hurrying over to the tree.  “I do it!” Catherine sighed a little.  “Last year you needed help.”

Angie’s brow furrowed as she concentrated on getting the string over one of the low tree branches she could easily reach.  Succeeding, she stepped back and raised both arms.  “Ta-da!”  She looked back at her family and pointed excitedly.  “Look!  He on da twee now!”

“That looks great, baby girl,” Catherine said, holding out her arms.  Angie immediately ran over for a hug.

“What do you want to put up first, DJ?” Steve asked, looking at DJ who had gone back to searching through the tub for a particular ornament.

“Here it is!” DJ said excitedly, taking out a box.  Steve smiled at the label and waited for DJ to open it.

DJ carefully removed the white heart Our First Family Christmas ornament with the picture from last year’s Thanksgiving of the new family.  He looked up at his parents.  “I want to hang this one first,” he said.  “Can I?”

“Of course, honey,” Catherine said, blinking back tears.

They watched as DJ found a spot on the front of the tree and carefully hung the ornament.  He tilted his head in a very Catherine-pose, looking at it.  Turning back to the others, he said, “Maybe we can get another ornament so we can put a picture in with all of us and Pumpkin, since she’s part of the family now.”

Catherine smiled, pulling him close and kissing his head.  “That’s a great idea.  We’ll definitely do that this month.”

They continued hanging ornaments, the old and the new, homemade and store-bought, sharing memories of each as they went on the tree.  Catherine and Steve shared a smile as Angie and DJ hung their respective “First Christmas” ornaments close to each others’.  DJ watched with barely-controlled joy as Steve, Catherine, and Angie hung the individually engraved brass snowman he’d gifted them with help from Nonna in New Jersey last Christmas.  And Steve and Catherine watched proudly as DJ showed Angie the directions on the True North compass before hanging it on the tree as well.

“Oooh, he playin’ football,” Angie said as she removed another ornament from the box.  “Silly Santa.”

Steve and Catherine chuckled at her description.

“Oops!” Angie exclaimed as she dropped the ornament.  The football playing Santa hit the hardwood with a thud, the hand holding the football breaking off with the impact.

Angie’s eyes widened.  “Uh oh.”  She looked up worriedly at her parents.

Before Steve or Catherine could respond, DJ rushed over to his sister from where he’d been hanging one of Joan’s homemade ornaments on the tree.  

“It’s okay, Angie,” he said reassuringly as her gaze locked on his.  “Mommy and Daddy won’t be mad because it was a accident and you’re sorry.”

She nodded emphatically.  “I’ sowwy.  I’ vewy vewy sowwy.”  She looked over as Steve and Catherine knelt beside the kids.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Catherine said.  “It was an accident.  Thank you for saying you’re sorry.”

Angie nodded again.  “I’ vewy sowwy,” she reiterated.  “Poo’ Santa,” she said, looking down at the broken ornament.

Steve picked the two pieces up carefully.  “Looks like a pretty clean break,” he said.

“I bet a little glue will fix him right up,” Catherine said, holding out a hand.

“I get da glue!” Angie said, running into the dining room to find a glue stick among the craft supplies.

Catherine flashed DJ a warm smile for his quick reaction before following Angie.  “We’re going to need a little stronger glue than that, baby girl.”

As she, too, disappeared into the dining room, Steve smiled at DJ who was checking the floor for any stray broken pieces.  “Good job reassuring Angie it was okay,” he said.  “You’re a very good big brother.”

DJ beamed at the praise.  “I remembered how you weren’t mad last year when I broke your special ornament.”

Steve nodded, his mind having also gone right to that incident during the previous year’s tree trimming, relieved that DJ’s reaction was so different this year.

“I’m glad Mommy can fix the Santa ornament,” DJ said.  “Not like the special Dad one.  That was too broken.” “It was,” Steve acknowledged, leaning down a little to catch DJ’s slightly downcast eye.  “But remember, it’s not things that are important …”

“It’s memories,” DJ finished, smiling again.

“That’s right,” Steve said, giving him a hug.  “And I think Angie will always remember how her big brother made her feel better this year, learning from his own experience.”  He pulled back and smiled.  “I know I will.”

DJ smiled proudly.

“What d’you say we get the rest of the ornaments ready for when your mommy and Angie finish?  Then we can make some more memories.”

DJ nodded eagerly.  “Let’s do it!”

….

Once football Santa had been repaired and hung on the tree, they finished up with the remaining ornaments.

“We have one new one already,” Catherine said, retrieving a bag with an ornament box.  “I’m sure we’ll get a few more new ones this month, but I saw this at the store last week.”  She opened the box and handed it to Angie to remove the ornament.

“I’s Pun’kin!” Angie squealed as she removed the orange cat ornament.

“It looks just like her!” DJ said in amazement.

“Pretty darn close,” Steve agreed.

“Let’s put her on the tree by Cammie,” DJ said, motioning to his sister.  Steve and Catherine watched with a smile as they did indeed hang the new ornament right next to the one that looked like Cammie.

“How about that, pretty girl?” Catherine asked, giving Cammie an affectionate rub.  Cammie chuffed happily in response.

“I think that’s it,” Steve said, moving the green tub so they could stand in the middle of the living room to admire the tree.

“Perfect,” Catherine said, smiling to see that most of the ornaments were on the lower third.

Suddenly, an orange streak flew past them and directly under the tree and up the metallic trunk.

Cammie was the first to react, barking once at her young charge.

“Pun’kin!” Angie exclaimed, running toward the tree.

“So much for it being too big,” Steve said as they followed, searching the branches for the kitten.

“There she is!” DJ pointed to one of the highest branches where Pumpkin could be seen poking her head out.  She batted at a red ball ornament, knocking it off its hook and to the ground where it broke into several pieces.

“Uh oh!” Angie said, even as Catherine scooped her up so she wouldn’t step on them.

Catherine backed up, gently pulling DJ with her as Steve reached into the tree to get Pumpkin, trying to avoid dislodging any other ornaments as he had to use both hands when his first attempt failed.

“It’s okay, Pun’kin,” Angie said, leaning toward the kitten once Steve had managed to retrieve her.  “Mommy an’ Daddy won’ be mad ‘cause you’ sowwy.  I’s ac’iden’.”

DJ beamed, recognizing his own words now coming from his sister.

“You sowwy, wight, Pun’kin?”

DJ nodded.  “I think she’s sorry,” he said seriously.

Catherine fought a smile, exchanging a quick glance with Steve.  “She’s also very young so she’s curious and likes to explore,” she said.  Turning, she set Angie down and gestured to her and DJ.  “Can you two go get washed up for lunch while Mommy and Daddy clean up the broken ornament?”

“Okay, Mommy,” DJ said.

“You not mad, wight, Mommy?” Angie asked.

“We’re not mad,” Catherine assured her, kissing her head.  “Go wash your hands, honey.  Chicken nuggets for lunch sound good?”

“Yay!” both kids cheered as they hurried for the downstairs bathroom.

Once they’d disappeared down the hall, Catherine took Pumpkin from Steve.

“I don’t believe for a second that was an accident,” he muttered.

“Shh,” she said, chuckling.

“Cath, she looked right at us first.”

“Steve …”

“And she waited till we finished.  You can’t tell me that wasn’t a plan.”

“Get the broom, Steve.”

He shook his head, glancing back at the tree.

“I’m going to put Pumpkin in Grace’s room,” Catherine said, “and then maybe take a couple of the more breakable ornaments off the tree.”

“Good plan,” he said, chuckling as he noted Pumpkin staring at the tree even as Catherine carried her toward the stairs.  “I guess with a new kitten in the house this is going to need to be a vigilant Christmas.”

Catherine grinned back at him.  “Sounds right up your alley, Commander.”

….

That evening, the kids were upstairs getting ready for bed when Steve noticed an ornament missing from the tree.

“Hey, did you take the train ornament off the tree?” he asked Catherine.

“No,” she said, joining him.  “It seemed pretty sturdy.”  They looked around the base of the tree for the ornament.  “Was it at Pumpkin-height?”

“The whole tree is Pumpkin-height,” he said, and she nodded her acknowledgement.  “No, it was at Angie-height.”

They both turned to look upstairs, then smiled knowingly at each other.

After reading two books together in DJ’s room, they tucked DJ in and then Steve picked up a very sleepy Angie who was practically asleep after the excitement of the day.  They brought Angie to her own bedroom and settled her under the covers with the usual kisses and “Sweet dreams.”

As they were leaving the room, Steve spotted the train ornament hanging from one of the knobs on Angie’s dresser.  Chuckling softly, he removed it to take back downstairs and replace it on the tree.

“What was that about vigilance, Commander?” Catherine said with a grin after Steve had closed the door.

He grinned back, planting a kiss on her temple as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.  “With a kitten and a three-year-old, make that an extra vigilant Christmas.”

….

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“I didn’t do it!” / “Then why are you laughing?” / “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.” for rowaelin :)

Rowan woke up to the quiet laughter of his wife and the pressure of her straddling his waist. Her fingers were tracing down the sides of his face in whorls and swirls all the way down his neck, eventually tracing over his tattoo that covered his arms and chest.  With a slight groan, he ran his hands up her thighs, over her hips and slipped them under the silk nightgown she wore. She was so warm, so soft, that he gripped her hips in a way that had her leaning down to press soft kisses to his lips over and over. 

“It’s early, fireheart,” he grumbled, rolling them so he was on top of her, hips nestled between hers. Aelin was still laughing to herself as she caught his lips with hers, once again swirling her fingers in a specific pattern along his jaw, over his ear. Soon, her laughter became too much to contain and she dropped her head back. 

“It’s - I can’t. You have to look in the mirror, I can’t handle it,” she said between giggles, leading Rowan to narrow his eyes at her and roll off her body. He sauntered to the bathroom, sweats low on his hips while he rubbed the back of his head. 

“Are you kidding?” He hissed, poking his head back out of the bathroom. Aelin’s laughter grew louder. 

“I didn’t do it! I swear!” 

“Then why are you laughing?” She was more than laughing. Aelin was laughing so hard that she was snorting, covering her mouth and nose with the back of her hand while she looked at her husband. Rowan had multicolored swirls all over the left side of his face and over his ear. The swirls were lumpy and bumpy, the lines not at all smooth but they did their best to follow the pattern that took up his arm and chest. 

“Because whoever did do it is a little genius,” she snorted again, tears slipping down her cheeks. She held up her left hand which was covered in equally colorful but far less elegant scribbles that more so resembled cat scratches than anything else. Rowan huffed out a laugh and rubbed his hand down his face, taking note of the Sharpie markers that were strewn across the white duvet: some of them without lids that were leaving trails of colors behind as they rolled around when Aelin moved. Rowan poked his head out of the bedroom door and yelled for their kids, one eagerly running into the room and launching her small frame onto the bed, the other three padding in quietly and crawling up beside their mother. 

“Who decided to be an artist this morning?” Aelin asked, smoothing her hand down the silver hair of her youngest, Genevieve. Evalin, the oldest, shook her head and shrugged. She was nine and clearly over this conversation. As a nine year old, she had far better things to be doing than getting blamed for scribbling on her parents. 

Arden, age seven, merely shrugged his shoulders, “It wasn’t me,” he said honestly, folding his hands into his lap. Declan, five, followed his brothers movements to a T, even going so far as to punctuate his innocence with a sharp head nod. 

The culprit, Aelin and Rowan knew, was their youngest. Her hands were covered in as much marker as Aelin’s were, and even as she sat on the bed with her mother she had picked up one of the lidless markers and mumbled a quiet, “oopsie,” to herself as she recapped it. 

“You three can go. Genny, my love, stay right here,” Aelin said, sitting up and pulling her three year old into her lap. The other three kids ran out of the room, Declan shouting something after Arden as they ran down the hall, and Rowan shut the door behind them. 

He prowled to the bed, crawling onto it and flopping down on his side with his head in his hand. Genny immediately reached out to trace a little swirl down the side of his face. She was grinning, and widely. An artist proud of her work. 

“You look so pwetty, daddy,” she told him, a little fingertip booping his nose. 

“And what about Mom’s hand?”

“Julian’s mommy has swirlies on her hand! So I gave mommy the most beautifulest swirlies, too!” It was hard. So, so hard to not laugh. Genevieve was so beyond proud of her work, of the lines that marked her parent’s bodies. 

“Lets just…use regular markers next time love, okay? These are really hard to get off and mommy and daddy will have to get a new blanket for the bed,” Rowan told her calmly, tapping the various streaks her uncapped markers left behind. Genevive nodded and took her father’s face between her chubby little hands, squishing his face until his lips were poked out. That was when Aelin really lost it, her head falling back as she laughed and Genny kissed her father. 

“We love you so much, little dove,” Aelin whispered, dropping kisses all over Genevieve’s face. “Can we ask next time we get into the markers?” Genevieve nodded, her little lip beginning to quiver with worry. 

“Am I in twouble?” She asked, little brows furrowed together as her sniffled. Aelin frowned when her chest heaved a bit. Something that had always plagued their youngest was and extreme amount of worry, of anxiety that they had no idea where it came from.  Aelin looked over at Rowan, who sighed and pulled Genevieve into his lap. She immediately buried her little face into his chest. 

“No, no,” he said softly, rubbing his hands up and down her back. “Not in trouble.” Still, when she let out a little sniffle Aelin curled up in Rowan’s side and laid her head on Rowan’s chest, nearly nose to nose with Gen. And then Rowan began to sing softly, songs in a language long since forgotten, the low timbre of his voice soothing Genevieve until her tears had dried up and her cheeks were no longer flushed. 

@starseternalnighttriumphant @musicmaam @city-of-fae @rowanwhitethornss @awesome–username @westofmoon @myfeyrelady @kandasboi @nalgenewhore @tangledraysofsunshine @the-regal-warrior  know i’m forgetting people i’m tired i’m sorry

Also biggest of shout outs to @musicmaam bc Genny wouldn’t exist without her 🤷🏻‍♀️

[collapsingintojupiter]

Sunshine and Storm Clouds - Chapter 11

Catch up:

Chapter 1  Chapter 1.5  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10

___

And look at who’s back again, back again. 

And with a new, actual episode? Whoah.

Characters: Roman, Logan, Virgil, Patton

Relationships: Just the usual Analogical.

Warnings: Not for this one, folks.

___

The door opened.

“Hi, Mr. Sanders.” Logan offered Roman a small smile and stepped back, allowing the boy to come in.

“And how are you today, Roman?”

“A little stressed, but other than that pretty good.” Logan raised an eyebrow at the teen’s response.

“May I ask what’s stressing you?” he asked. Roman ran a hand through his hair, something Logan noticed he tended to do when he was nervous.

“I’m kinda ah…struggling. In, um, Chemistry…it’s just kinda hard and...and I guess I don’t understand it much,” Roman offered after a bit of a hesitation, keeping his gaze locked firmly on his shoes. Logan blinked in confusion—was Roman embarrassed?

“Needing help to understand a concept is nothing shameful, Roman,” he said, and the teen glanced up in surprise at his reaction.

“You...you don’t think…?”

“No, Logan said firmly. Perhaps…” he frowned. “Perhaps I could help you, Roman. That is, if you are willing. If you wish, you could stay a little later tonight after I return, and I will go over your homework with you.” Roman’s eyes immediately lit up at the offer, and he nodded vigorously. 

“Wow, really?” he asked. “That...that would be great, actually.”

“Very well, consider it a deal, then.” Logan allowed himself to give Roman a small smile, before he turned and retreated to the living room. There, Virgil was playing with Patton on the carpet, the two looking as happy as you ever saw them. Patton was currently attempting to stack up his blocks, while Virgil gently helped him. The father glanced up when Roman came in behind Logan, nodding to them both.

“Don’t worry, Logan had to help me with Chem too,” he said. Roman blinked, startled by the statement, then found himself nodding—he shouldn’t have been surprised that Virgil had been listening in. He seemed to do that a lot, oftentimes without meaning too.

“Did you pass it?” he asked.

“Thanks to Logan I did.” Logan let out a huff at Virgil’s reply.

“You understood the concepts fairly well, the teacher you had merely failed to explain them to you properly. That’s not your fault,” he said, sounding more than a little irritated at the memory.

“Logan, relax, I’m not upset at all. That was a long time ago, remember?” Logan sighed, but nodded his agreement nonetheless. 

“You are right. I…” He looked at Roman, then Virgil. “We...we should get going, Virgil.”

“Yeah yeah, alright…” Virgil pressed a gentle kiss to Patton’s forehead before standing up, helping the little one to his feet as he did so. “I’ll see you later, okay buddy?”

“Bye-bye Papa!” Patton called, waving his little hands at Virgil as he left, and Roman sat down next to him in his place. He’d always been good about being left with Roman--though he’d heard he was the only one, as the little boy would scream and fight for his life if his dads tried leaving him with anyone else.

“Virgil and I hopefully shouldn’t be long,” Logan explained to him from the doorway. “So I can likely spend as much time as you need on that Chemistry homework of yours when I return.” Roman nodded, and gave him a thumbs-up.

“Thank you, sir,” he called gratefully. Logan gave him a curt nod, and then he and Virgil were gone.

---

Roman spent some time with Patton and his blocks, helping the little boy stack them up and laughing with him when he knocked them all down again. The days had been colder and Roman no longer spent much time with Patton outside, opting for the warmer indoors instead. Patton was a bit too wiggly for him still—he hadn’t quite yet mastered the art of getting the little boy into his jacket and boots for their little ventures outside, and Patton often got fussier when he was cold anyways. Just like his father, Logan often said with a laugh at Virgil.

When Patton no longer found interest in his blocks Roman led him to the couch, where he read to him until he fell asleep. He gently pulled a blanket over the little boy, smiled, then straightened himself and went over to his backpack. From it, he pulled out a smaller bag, returning to the couch with it and sitting down. 

Roman opened the bag once he was seated, pulling from it two bottles of nail polish--one red, one gold. He’d picked up a few things that he could do while Patton was sleeping (something he did a lot)—though homework usually took up most of that time. And a little while ago, he’d accidentally discovered that he had a knack for painting nails, and that he enjoyed it too, much more than he’d expected, and much more than his mother thought he should. Recently, he’d managed to save up enough to buy a few colors of his own, after some of the girls at school had let him borrow theirs in exchange for painting their nails for them.

Roman sat back, starting off with his right hand. He painted the first nail carefully, expertly swirling the gold and red together before holding his hand back to admire his work. He nodded to himself, satisfied with the design, then finished off the rest of his fingers so that they all matched. When that hand was done he moved onto his left hand, carefully painting it so that it was almost perfectly identical to the first. Once he was done Roman leaned back against the couch, where he kept his hands still until Patton stirred and started to wake up.

Well, they’d better be dry now, he thought to himself, going to where Patton had now dumped his blanket on the floor and was looking up at him. The little boy held his arms out and Roman picked him up with a smile, poking his shoulder gently with one finger. 

“Look who’s awake, sleepyhead,” he asked with a gentle smile. Patton babbled and grabbed Roman’s shirt in his hands, playing with his as he brought him into the kitchen and carefully sat him down on a chair. Roman went to the fridge and brought back a plate of apple slices Virgil had left for him in there, which Patton ate happily. 

Roman sat next to him while he ate, and when he was finished with his snack Patton grabbed his hand. He looked at his colored nails and started playing with his fingers, cooing and babbling at the pretty colors painted there.

“Oh you like that, huh?” Roman asked, grinning.

“Pwetty!” Patton proclaimed.

“Well thank you Patton, that’s very nice of you.” Roman glanced at where his bag was still lying on the coffee table in the living room, then back at Patton. “You know…if you wouldn’t mind holding still for a while, I bet I could paint a few of your nails too. Maybe just one, and see how you like it? I could get a fan so it dries quicker…hmm…” Roman got up after a few moments of contemplation, quickly retrieving the bag and sitting down next to Patton again.

“Here, can I see your hand?” he asked gently. Patton let him take one of his tiny hands in his, and he carefully applied a layer of pale blue paint to his index finger before blowing it dry. “There, see? Now you have a pretty finger just like me!” Patton looked at it with round eyes, hesitantly poking at it with his other finger. When the paint didn’t come off he squealed happily, then slapped his hand down in front of Roman again.

“Mo! Mo!” he cried. Roman got the message, and did his best to paint the rest of Patton’s nails as much as the wiggly toddler would allow. Then, when he was done, he added a tiny grey cat face to his index finger. Patton tried to touch that one right away, but Roman gently held his other hand back.

“We gotta be careful with it bud,” he explained to the little boy. “Don’t touch it yet, okay?” Patton looked at him, and Roman soon found himself distracting him from his messy pursuit with his own nails again. The toddler was all too happy to stop what he was doing in order to stare at Roman’s glittery gold nails in awe, and he managed to hold his attention just long enough to let Patton’s nails dry.

“Well, we only did one hand, but I’d say that’s a pretty good job,” Roman said as Patton poked his finger again, the dry paint holding in place this time. “Whaddya say, Sunshine?”

Patton squealed and clapped his hands in approval.

---

Roman found himself swallowing down nervous butterflies when Patton’s dads came back later that evening; he realized at the last minute that perhaps he should’ve asked before painting Patton’s nails, and that Logan and Virgil might not like what he’d done to them. After all, his mother certainly hadn’t approve, though Roman had to admit even to his anxiety that that was a poor comparison to make.

“Hello Roman,” Logan said as he and Virgil entered, then frowned when he saw the expression on the teen’s face. “You seem to be upset about something...is everything alright?”

“Um, yeah, everything’s fine, it’s just, ah—” Roman stopped himself and handed Patton to them, who immediately shoved his painted nails in Virgil’s face. “I um, I painted Patton’s nails,” he tried to explain. “I hope that’s okay, um, I did mine too…”

“Can I see them?” Virgil interrupted, turning to him. Roman blinked in surprise, then slowly nodded and held up his hands for the purple-clad father to see. Virgil looked over them for a moment, handed Patton to Logan before slapping his hands down on the counter.

“Can you do mine too?” he asked.

What!?

Roman stared at Virgil in shock; surely this was the last thing he’d expected from the quieter, much grumpier of the fathers, and yet here he was, asking him to paint his nails?

He had to be dreaming.

“You want me…to paint your nails?” Roman repeated.

“If you’re okay with that, yeah, I’d love that.” The teens’ jaw dropped in shock.

“Uh…uh yeah, sure! One minute!” he ran to the table and grabbed his little bag of polish and supplies, then sprinted back to the counter where Virgil was and pulled up a stool. He already had an idea for what to do with Virgil—especially because it would be a lot easier to ask him to hold still than Patton.

Roman pulled out several shades of purple and black, setting them out in front of Virgil and getting to work. On each index finger he started out with a layer of black, before carefully applying stripes to it to make a patchwork design that matched his jacket. The next nail received a layer of black, followed by a tiny white skull in the center. His ring fingers each were painted dark purple, topped off by a tiny storm cloud complete with a lightning bolt in white. The pinky was left a plain black, and his thumbs were each colored purple with a tiny cat on one and a tie on the other--Patton and Logan. 

Roman stepped back from his work once he’d finished it to his liking, nodding at Virgil’s hands in satisfaction. He slowly picked up his hands, looking over each nail and admiring Roman’s work.

“This is…incredible…” Virgil said after a moment, shaking his head in amazement. “I especially...love what you did to symbolize my husband and my son...You’re very talented, Roman. Thank you.”

“Indeed he is,” Logan agreed, and Roman thought he might burst with happiness between the two fathers’ compliments.

“Ha, wait until Remy sees this!” Virgil laughed, holding his hand up for Patton to see. “He’s gonna be so jealous!” Logan chuckled in agreement, then shook his head.

“Alright, how about we start on that Chemistry now, shall we?”

[bi-cookie]

“Can we keep her?”

⇾ 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Kinsley Kentwood x Ethan Ramsey

⇾ 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘆: one late night Kinsley stumbles across a stray kitty and takes her home. Ethan has opinions.

⇾ 𝗔/𝗡: Imma be real honest here I didn’t know what a headcanon was up until like two weeks ago. The idea for this was supposed to be a fic but I’m lazy and lame so this has been in the drafts for lord knows how long. I liked it at first then read it over too many times, so I started hating it. And then I looked at it and turned it into a headcanon – at least I think it’s hc. Enjoy.

It was a cold December night, Kinsley was walking home after a late-night shift.

On the way home, she found a stray kitty digging up a dumpster in an ally.

Because she’s a nugget of a human, She picked up the cute little kitten and took it home with her.

Ethan was sitting by the fireplace reading yet another issue of ‘Medical Journal Monthly’.

Kinsley walked in with a tiny little pearl white kitty wrapped in her coat.

“What’s that?” — “A fork. What does it look like Ethan it’s a kitty.”

“I know that. I mean what’s it doing here?”

“Can we keep her? Pleeeeeease!!!”

“No.”— “Pretty please, I’ll do anything.”

“I said no,”— Kinsley looked at him with sad puppy eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that; that’s a no rookie.”

“You know we can’t, we have Jenner.”

“But just look at her pwetty little green eyes don’t they remind you of someone? and by someone I mean me.”

She looked at him with hopeful eyes once more.

Kinsley held up the small tiny pearl white kitten and rubbed her cheek against her fuzzy head. “Cats take care of themselves. I thought she could keep us company.”

The little kitty hissed at Ethan.

“Jenner can keep us company. Besides I don’t think she likes me,” Ethan frowned as the kitten hissed in his direction again.

“She just needs some time to get used to you, like I did. I found her on top of a pile of garbage, digging at some thrown out noodles. And I just couldn’t leave her out there in the cold.”

Kinsley sat the kitten down as she watched her paw play with the table head.

“Okay fine.” He signed in defeat.

“Yes! what should we call her though? Mini rookie?”

“Nah, that one’s saved for our daughter or son,” he winked at her.

A glowing blush flew across her face. a new shade of red covered her cheeks.

“Maybe we should call her Noodles? She was sniffing at it when I found her.”

Ethan laughed. “That’s an awful name.”

“It is not! You like it, don’t you, Noodles?” Kinsley scooped the kitten up once more, rubbing her against her cheek again.

Ethan sighed happily. “I love you. You know that right.”

“I do but I never get tired of hearing you say it.”

She tiptoed and kissed him.

“I’ve always wanted a cat but Jenner stole my heart the moment I saw her.”

“Yeah, but when you met me I stole it back right?”

“Noodles.” he chuckled “can be both of ours.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “So we have a cat together now? Things are moving pretty fast, Kitty.”

Ethan kissed noodle’s head. “well, hello there fluff ball.”

They’re just one happy family I can’t.

Noodles must be protected at all costs.

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

La clemenza di Tito (Met, 2012): Reactions, Part I

And we are back!

always love an evocative show curtain

thanks for spoiling the whole first act ten seconds in (I kid, I kid)

*dies*

well I don’t think that’s true

*dies again*

Sesto: isn’t she wuvewy

Annio: dude I’m right here

‘please stop hitting me with your pretty willowy sleeves as you sing great Mozart coloratura just because that’s how you like showing affection I’m not into you’

anyway it’s just two of my favorite mezzos dressed in 18th-century finery and loving each other don’t mind me

this facial expression is everything also why does it look like he has cat ears on (I know it’s a laurel wreath but still)

major oof

Sesto: 'wait what?’

Sesto: ‘oh I thought you meant someone else’

(protect this Disaster Bi)

‘how you doin’ just fine I lied I’m dying inside’

if only every head of state was like this

I love how it’s super-traditional ancient Roman sets but 18th-century costumes like they did when Mozart was alive

also they’re too cute protect them

good work Tito

you are taking this WAY out of context

Vitellia may not be Empress of Rome, but she is Empress of Sarcasm and Sass

that’s...effective but don’t hurt my boy

here we go!

*heart eyes forever* BRAVISSIMA (also bravi to the clarinetist!)

as in ‘I can mastermind an assassination plot’

thirty seconds too late

and this is why revenge assassination plots are not a good idea

VITELLIA OR LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE PLEASE TELL SESTO THAT THE PLOT IS OFF

he needs all the hugs

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh just too late

pwetty

Sesto deserves better

wrong guy Sesto

really everyone in this opera deserves better

[bbeoms]

mission - boyfriend!jaebum

a/n : hello ! i’m having some soft!jaebum feels tonight (actually i have them every night but that’s not the point) so i wrote this imagine based on this post i saw on twitter ⬇️ i hope y’all like it 💖

jaebum walked through the aisles of the grocery store near your house. his eyes darted around making sure his presence brought attention to nobody. he was on a mission. and the first step of that mission was to get to aisle 13.

jaebum was soon approaching aisle 13, but that did not mean he could just go there and take what he, or technically you needed. he had to make sure the coast was clear. thus he entered the aisle beside it, hiding behind a large stack of toilet paper. jaebum peeked into aisle 13 and to his dismay, the aisle had a woman and her teenage daughter. they were positioned right in front of the racks that had the items he needed.

aish. jaebum quickly took out his phone and proceeded to unlock it. his thumb quickly finding your contact and pressing the facetime button. jaebum anxiously looked around him to make sure he didn’t seem suspicious, which actually made him look more suspicious than he thought. he had his hood up and was wearing a face mask covering the majority of his face. also the fact that he was wearing all black did not help. at all.

c’mon pick up. jaebum sighed in relief when the display that showed his face turn to a smaller box at the side of his phone, and saw the word ‘connecting’ occupying the middle of his iphone. jaebum started to speak when your face came into view.

“y/n, there seems to be a problem” jaebum whispered.

you squinted your eyes looking at your phone, wondering why the fuck jaebum had positioned his phone so close to his face that you could basically make out his nonexistent pores.

“jaebum, what are you doing?” you completely ignored his question. you saw his eyebrows rise accusingly as he pulled his face mask under his chin.

“what am i doing? you were the one who sent me here to get you your-your lady stuff!” jaebum whisper-shouted.

you sigh, amused. “yes i know that. what i meant was that why do you look like you’re about to rob a bank?”

jaebum seemed to snap out of his spy mode and huffed. he pulled his hood down and unhooked his face mask from his ears. “i just wanted to have fun with my mission” he grumbled with a pout.

cute, you thought.

“i just sent you out to go get me some pads jaebum,” you chuckled. you saw a small grin form on jaebum’s lips as he was pocketing his face mask. “did you remember which ones i asked you to buy?”

“of course i do! you told me to get a night comfort one that was blue and uh, wait a sec” jaebum reached into his coat pocket and produced a small piece of crumpled paper. he smoothened it out slight on the toilet paper stack beside him.

“a mac-mack-see pad?” he squinted at the piece of paper.

“you need to work on your handwriting babe” you giggled. it was nice seeing this side of jaebum. people often thought jaebum was a really intimidating man, who wouldn’t? he had shoulders as wide as the pacific ocean, and an intense gaze that would make anyone break eye contact first. what people dont know was that jaebum’s actually a softie that sulks when his cats reject his love and secretly enjoys acting cute despite the many times he tries to convince people otherwise. perfect boyfriend material? i think yes

“yah, you’re lucky i love you” he said with a small smile. “but that still doesn’t solve the problem i got here.” he moved his phone close so that you could only see his lips “there are people in the aisle” he whispered, pulling back his phone so you can see him normally.

“yea and ? i’m not the only one in this world that’s on my period jae. you’re not embarrassed are you?” you tease. teasing jaebum was fun. you liked seeing his ears turn red and a soft pink dust his cheeks. he looked absolutely adorable in contrast with his dark outfit.

“i’m not embarrassed okay, i just don’t want to be accused of being a pervert” he grumbled. jaebum started walking into the aisle that had the goods (lol) . luckily, the woman and her daughter had already left, making jaebum the sole occupant of said aisle. his jaw gaped at the many types of pads there were. the variety of colours he saw could have made the entire colour wheel! jaebum became a confused man.

“jae, you still there?” you ask.

you saw jaebum furrow his brows together and started mouthing the labels on all the blue ones he saw. “uh yea gimme a minute to find what you need. what size was your coochie again?”

you choked on the glass of water that you were drinking. “what?!” you questioned. what in the world was he talking about

he seemed completely oblivious to your confusion. “ you know they write here small, medium, large. so which one is your cooch?”. jaebum’s eyes roamed the rack seeming completely confident with the nonsense that came out of his mouth.

you slapped your hand on your face. “jae, that’s for the flow. like if you bleed a lot you get a large and so on. IT’S NOT OUR VAGINA SIZE i swear to god” you shook your head slightly. this was pretty funny to be honest.

jaebum looked at you through his phone with his mouth slightly agape. “oooooohhhhhhhh” he realized.

“just turn the camera around jaebum” you said laughing. jaebum pressed the button and you were now seeing the pad rack. after a few minutes of asking jaebum to grab things and him stuffing it under his armpits, jaebum was about to walk to the cashier.

“jaebum, can you get me some ice cream while you’re there?” you ask smiling sheepishly.

“nope” he said with a pop. jaebum stuck his tongue out “you gotta do better than that babe,” he challenged.

“jaebummiieeee can y/n get some chocolate ice cream pwetty pleaseeeeee, you look so handsome today” you jutted your bottom lip and puffed out your cheeks making the most cute voice you can. jaebum threw his head back and laughed causing you to do the same.

“that’s my girl” jaebum said to you. “i’ll be back in 15 minutes, don’t miss me too much” he continued making kissy faces to his phone.

“thank you , best boyfriend ever!” you exaggerate flailing your arms. you looked at jaebum adoringly. “i love you jae”

“i love you too y/n, see ya” jaebum winks and ends the call. mission accomplished. jaebum broke into a large grin and turned around walking to the ice cream section.

[readbeneaththelines]

Love Hurts Pt. 1

A/N: This is a Re-Edit of a collab I did with @beautifulseoulliar a while back. I am re-editing it to share with my lovelies that love BTS. This is a multi P.O.V. Each person will be mentioned before their part. This is Angsty AF, but I loved writing it. Hope you all enjoy, and get ready, It’s a Long Ass Ride!

Synopsis: Yoongi is a tattoo artist with a broken past. Namjoon is the innocent college boy that is about to learn a few lessons. Will Namjoon teach Yoongi that love is still possible, or will he regret ever meeting the mysterious daangerous Yoongi?

Characters: Tattoo Artist!Yoongi x College Student!Namjoon

Warnings: Angst, Smut, BDSM scenerios, broken Yoongi (is that a warning?), some fluff, and I’m sure there are others (please let me know if I need to add some)

Word Count: 4690

ccr to gif owner

(Namjoon)

They say that you should never wonder on a bad day how it could possibly get worse. I guess I should have remembered that as I was trudging home, cursing waking up this morning. My day had started off bad- a missed alarm, which meant I was forced to watch from a block away as the bus drove away without me. It had simply snowballed from there, with a missing paper-laying at home on my desk, right where I’d left it so I wouldn’t forget it- to detention during last period because of the forgotten paper. I mutter under my breath, wondering just how bad it was going to get.

And of course, the clouds just had to open up on me several blocks from home. I shiver as the wind whipped past me, seeming to try and push me back. If you’d told me at this point that wind gods were trying to keep me out in the elements for as long as they could, I wouldn’t have been surprised. 

When I finally get home, I unlock the door, slightly amazed that the key doesn’t break in the lock, stepping inside and shutting the door behind me. The apartment is quiet, the only sound the slight tink of the sink dripping in the kitchen. I sigh, relieved that Hoseok isn’t home right now. As much as I love him-he is my best friend, after all, and has been since we were kids- I don’t feel like being bombarded with questions right now. 

I toe off my shoes and drop my soaked bookbag by the door, padding across the living room and up the step to my bedroom door. Flinging it open, I enter my room, not bothering to shut the door as I strip out of my wet clothes. My phone I rescue from the back pocket of my jeans, blessing Hoseok for buying me a waterproof case for my birthday. I toss it onto my bed, then grab some pajama pants from the drawer and slip them on. Then, gathering up my wet things, I carry them to the bathroom and dump them into the washing machine. Grabbing a towel, I rub at my hair, finally just draping it over me as I head back to my room. I lay down on my bed, grabbing my phone as I sink down, making myself comfortable as I unlock the screen with my thumbprint. 

1 new message. 

My head starts to pound and I feel my stomach drop to my feet as I open the message and read it. 

Joon, I’ve been thinking, and…

I can’t help the cry that spills from my lips as I bolt upright, throwing my phone as hard as I can across the room, where it hits my bookshelf and falls to the floor. I don’t know if I’ve broken it, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. 

My day has now been crowned with a fucking cherry-my boyfriend just dumped me. Bastard. Now what am I supposed to do? I lay back down, everything inside me hurting, but I don’t cry, because that’s just not something I do. Instead, I plan to just lay here and slowly die. 

(Hoseok)

Just as I'm walking in the door, I hear a loud crash coming from Joon's room as he screams.

What the hell is going on?

I scramble up the step, flinging his door open. He's lying on his bed, phone on the floor by the bookshelf, shattered screen and all.

I can tell by the look on his face, whatever was on that phone was not the best of news. 

“Joonie? What's wrong?”

I walk over, sitting on the edge of his bed. I lay my hand on his shoulder, silently waiting on him to talk. 

Namjoon's not much of the talking type, but sometimes, he and I can have some pretty decent conversations. We've know each other forever, having grown up in the same neighborhood. We've seen each other through some pretty fucked up things, but hey, what are friends for, right?

After several minutes of him mumbling and sighing dramatically, I was able to piece things together. 

So, his jackass of a boyfriend, who I hated anyway, broke up with him. All of this, after a day from hell, that he swears will only get worse. 

“Joon, my friend, what you need is a night out with me and some friends. We'll help you forget about today, what do you say? “

Pulling my best aegyo, I add with flair.

“Please, pwetty pwease? I Pwomise that you'll have fun!”

He finally agrees, only because he said my aegyo was on point. 

I call up my girlfriend, then my boyfriend, and a few other mutual friends and plan a night out to remember. Little did I know, that tonight would change Namjoon forever.

(Namjoon)

I didn’t hear the sound of Hoseok coming in the front door of the apartment over the noise of my phone shattering, so when he comes bursting into my room, I wince. He glances at me, then across the room to where my phone lays in shards on the floor. His brows crease in worry. 

“Joonie? What’s wrong?”

As usual, it’s hard for me to get the words out, especially when he sits down beside me, one hand resting comfortably on my shoulder. I bury my head in my hands and try to get it out. After a while, he seems to understand, both about the day I’ve been having and my boyfriend breaking up with me. 

“Joon, my friend, what you need is a night out with me and some friends. We’ll help you forget about today, what do you say?”

I peek through my fingers, studying his face. He grins at me, pulling out his amazing aegyo, which always works on me. 

“Please, pwetty pwease? I pwomise that you’ll have fun!”

I can’t deny that, so I nod reluctantly. Maybe a night out will be better for me than laying around the apartment. He whips out his phone when I agree, going out to the living room and closing my door halfway for privacy. He calls both his girlfriend and boyfriend, then a bunch of other friends, planning our night out. I half listen as I debate what to wear, deciding on something simple, since I’m not totally sure where we’re going or where we might wind up. I slip out of my pyjama pants and throw them on my bed for later. Then I slide into a pair of dark skinny jeans with large rips in the knees. A white t-shirt is next, and I complete it with a black-and-white striped jacket. I slip my tennis shoes on, run my fingers through my hair and observe myself in the mirror above my dresser. Not bad, but I decide to add one last thing, just because tonight I feel like I deserve it. I pull my eyeliner from my dresser drawer, where I keep it tucked safe under my socks. Lining my eyes makes them look even more amazingly cat-like than they normally do, and it’s the one vanity I allow myself. I know it gets me more looks than normal, which tonight I decide won’t be a bad thing. Smiling a little at my reflection, I turn to head out to the living room and join Hoseok. 

(Hoseok)

“Alright Joonie, let's go!”

We head out the door, walking down the street to meet with our friends. Namjoon is quiet, still sulking after his shitty day. Once we are all together, we pick a club with a bass, planning on drinking our cares away and dancing with almost anything with two legs. We decided on Le Queen; even though it's a gay club by nature, everyone goes there. 

The line was longer than the block, but we knew the owner. Shooting her a text, we were on the guest list before we got there. I really owe her a threesome with me and Chae. The music was blasting, sweaty bodies covering the dance floor like a crazed mass.

“Joon. Let's hit the bar first! First round’s my treat!”

The night was beginning, but I don't remember the end. Yeah for alcohol, right?

(Yoongi)

I really hate idiots. I hate dense idiots even more. I am trying to get the director in my company to see that I have to order the ink supply for the studio. My partner artists were running low, and they had clients coming thereat the end of the week. Our tattoo studio was about to open another shop and we still didn't have everything, which my director should know, but obviously didn't. Damn idiots. 

After spending three hours arguing with said idiot, I was ready to explode. I was going to be late to Le Queen, having to do body art on one of the dancers before her performance. I also really hate being late, so when I got there, I headed straight for the bar to get my drink order placed while I was getting set up. 

I was slightly, okay very, impatient, so I tried to ask the guy in front of me to hurry up. What preppy college kid would wear jeans and a jacket to a gay/Drag Queen club? Why would they be in this club anyway?  Tapping him on the shoulder, I was about to say something when he turned around. The first thing that caught my attention was his eyes. I am a sucker for eyes, they are the window to the soul, and I always want to search someone's soul. It's a way to keep them from trying to get into mine.

His eyes were cat-like, accentuated by heavy lines of eyeliner, that made them more mysterious. He was younger than me by at least a year or maybe two, innocent looking face. Aish, poor fella, going to get himself hurt with that face. But I had to admit that he had a strangely alluring pull about him. His hair was a deep red, his bangs slightly over his eyes. His lips were a bit plump, but not too overly plump, just kind of pouty.

Going back to his eyes, I focused on them while I spoke.

“Hey, I need to place my order, can you hurry it up just a bit?”

He just kinda looked at me, turned back around and kept ordering. Little shit, if I wasn't in a hurry, I'd be busting your preppy little ass. Finally he stepped aside, and I placed my order, telling them I would be backstage, prepping for the body art.

Preppy kid had walked away, and I caught sight of something when I wound up behind him. The way his body moved when he walked, those long legs stretching with each step in not quite a strut, not not quite a sway, but a bit of sass and and I couldn't help but follow him until I absolutely had to walk backstage.

Wonder if he can dance as good as he looked. I would have to wait and find out later. Off to paint some naked body now. 

(Namjoon)

Hoseok is his usual bouncy self when we leave the apartment, heading down the street to our usual meet-up spot with everyone he was able to call. As a group, we start our short walk to the club- Le Queen, a gay/drag queen club we’ve been to a hundred times before, and one of the few where I feel almost completely comfortable. Hoseok takes out his phone as the club comes into view, shooting a text to the owner, a woman he’s known a long time. I have my suspicions about their relationship, but I’d never bring it up. At any rate, the reply allows us to bypass the huge line, which I’m thankful beyond words for. I couldn’t imagine hell, but standing in line for hours after coming out to have fun might be comparable. As we entered the club, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was packed, as usual, which was usually a problem for me-I hated large crowds, but here it felt safe-there were way too many people for anyone to notice me. Hoseok turned to me, grinning, as most of our group splintered off, looking for a place to sit. 

“Joon. Let’s hit the bar first! First round’s my treat!”

I nodded, giving him a small smile, and we headed for the bar. He managed to order a drink and down most of it while I was still considering. Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder, and I turned around, a little apprehensive for being touched. But what I came face-to-face with made my mouth go dry. 

To say he was gorgeous would be a gross understatement. His blue hair was something I was instantly jealous of-I’d tried it once with my own hair, and Hoseok had called me a mermaid for a month-but it seemed to suit him. His eyes were cool behind round, wire-frame glasses, and his white shirt hung loose on his slender frame, the top two buttons undone, giving a glimpse of a tattoo across the left side of his chest. He was probably a year or two years older than me, and he had an air of danger. In short, he was like my every wet dream come to life. But something in me recognized the potential for violence in him, and it both attracted and scared me. This was the kind of man I tried to avoid-the kind that could steal my heart by barely trying and stomp it into dust. I’d seen his kind before, even had a close call a time or two, and those had been learning experiences. I knew better than to do anything other than get out of his way, as soon as possible. 

“Hey, I need to place my order, can you hurry it up just a bit?”

His voice, smooth and dark as whiskey, had heat rising in my cheeks as I realized suddenly that I’d been staring. I blinked, forced myself to turn back to the bartender and choke out an order. At the same time, I was hyper-aware that he was still just behind me. I waited nervously for my drink, and when it was in my hand, I turned and walked away, without looking back. And, even though I knew it was a horrible idea, I couldn’t help but put a small sway in my walk, just a hint of sass. I giggled as I slid into the booth with my friends, keeping my head down until I couldn’t feel the heat of his eyes on me anymore. 

(Hoseok)

“There’s the Joonie I know and love! What’s got you so tickled?”

Namjoon joined us at our booth, a wide grin on his face and a giggle. I don’t like seeing him where he can’t just be happy and enjoy himself. When he gets like that, I know the only thing to bring him back out of his shell is a night out. Maybe even find him a one-night stand to get him over the ex-jerkface. Did I mention I hate his ex-boyfriend? Anyway, we finished our rounds, then Chae and Jimin went to the dance floor. I love watching them together, in more ways than one, but I digress. So NAmjoon and I are left in the booth, his eyes looking around, maybe trying to find someone he wants to hook up with for the night. I just sit back and enjoy the atmosphere. Getting ready for the performance tonight. There are a couple of Queens dancing and I couldn’t wait to see it. I was also itching to get on the dance floor, so I grabbed his wrist and drug him to the center of the floor. 

Man, can he dance too! Namjoon dancing, is like watching the sunrise after a storm, it enraptured me. He is fluid, graceful, and I would even admit, sensual. Everyone around us backed away, giving him room and just watched. He could get lost in it, and I was envious of him at times like these. When the music ended, he stood there breathless, and when he realized every eye was on him, he blushed and hung his head as he left the floor.

(Yoongi)

I started my painting, working on every minute detail she wanted me to add. It took my about an hour to finish her upper body, and I needed a break before finishing. I went to get another drink and stretch my limbs. I noticed people moving aside, their eyes trained on the center of the floor. I had to see what was so special that people weren’t dancing. I made my way to the upper level, pushing my way through some drunk people in my way. 

When  looked down, I couldn’t help but stare. The preppy college kid was dancing, and it was amazing. Those legs were… I can’t explain it. His body could hypnotize you with the way it moved to the beat. His muscles were taut under his jeans, his arms reaching out for miles. That red hair, already damp with sweat, hung over those soul catching eyes. When the music was over, he stood there like a statue, panting hard. Damn, I could make him pant harder. I shouldn’t be thinking like that, but I was. Funny thing was, when he noticed those people around him, he was suddenly shy. That’s not what happens to someone who can move like that. I had to tear my eyes away from him, but I was going to find him later.

I went back to finish my painting, but I just couldn’t keep my mind focused. Damn preppy college kid, you better not leave.

(Namjoon) 

“There's the Joonie I know and love! What's got you so tickled?”

I flashed Hoseok a smile as I slid opposite of him, but refused to say anything. He squinted suspiciously at me, but didn't push. I looked around, eyeing potential one night stands, the alcohol and beat of the music making me feel a little more uninhibited. I caught him looking at me from the corner of my eye, and I turned to look at him. He tossed the remainder of his drink back, then slid out of the booth, grabbing my hand. I knew he wanted to dance, so I took another drink and followed him onto the dance floor. 

The dance floor was the one place I felt completely at ease, no matter how many people were around. On the dance floor, with or without a partner, the world fell away and it was just me and the music. My body swayed and dipped, and my head fell back, eyes closed. But I could still sense Hoseok near me, and I effortlessly kept him as my anchor. 

And then the heat of that stare was back. It was almost a physical touch, and it almost made me falter. I opened my eyes, looking around, body still moving, until I looked up to the balcony on the second level of the club, and the guy from the bar caught my attention. I felt a familiar spark ignite in my blood, and I knew without a doubt that if he made a move, I would be going home with him tonight. 

(Hoseok)

After we finished dancing, Namjoon headed back to the booth and I stayed behind to dance with my lovers. I had seen enough, and I was ready to take them both home and have my own fun. Asking Namjoon if he was ready to head out, he told us that he was planning on staying a bit longer, that boy obviously knew what I was up to so he was being nice and letting me have the apartment for awhile. He’d come later, after everyone was either gone or asleep in my room. And that’s why I love that boy, he knows me so well.

“Alright then, we’re heading out. Call me if you need anything.”

Giving him a quick hug, we were out the door in a rush. 

(Yoongi)

I finished the body painting, admired my work for a bit, then headed out to the club. I want to see the performance, I swear I do, partly, kinda. Screw it, I want to find preppy college boy and talk with him. Who knew, he could be a pretty good release for my stress after today and painting all night on a moving canvas. I scanned the dance floor, no such luck. Looking to the bar, I caught a glimpse of him in a booth towards the back. Good, he hasn’t seen me yet. I walk around the long way, making sure I stay hidden by the throngs of drunk people stumbling around and bumping into me. I swear, one more drunk idiot running into me, I will just have to go all psycho on them, and that’s not hard for me to do lately.

I make my way to the far side of the booth, sliding in beside him. I have just a few seconds to really look at him before he notices I am in his booth. He is pretty hot for a preppy college kid. This close, those eyes are extremely sexy. His jawline is perfect, and i find myself wanting to run my tongue over it. Shit, it has been way too long. That red hair gives his complexion a haunting paleness. It reminds me of coffee with almost too much cream, but you want it anyway. It’s smooth and flawless. The way his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, make me want to make it bob for other reasons.

If he doesn’t talk soon, I may be having a one night stand right here, and not that I would mind that, but he probably would. Ah, he looks at me at last.

“Hey there preppy college boy. Names Yoongi, What’s yours?”

(Namjoon)

When the song ended, I made my way off the floor and back to the booth. Hoseok stayed behind, his hands on his girlfriend’s hips as she swayed to the music, and his boyfriend behind him, plastered against his back. By the blissed out look on his face, I knew that I’d be staying behind at the club while he took them home. It meant a couple more hours at the club for me, but I didn’t mind. At least my best friend was happy. Sure enough, after another half-hour, he made his way over to me, politely asking me if I were ready to go. Shaking my head, I told him to go ahead, I was going to hang out a bit longer. Winking at me, he took his leave. 

“Alright then, we’re heading out. Call me if you need anything.”

He hugged me, then headed for the door. I waved as they left, then sighed as I sank into the plush back of the booth. I was tired, and I really did want to go home, but there was no way I was going to cock-block my best friend. And even if going home didn’t hinder his ability to be with his lovers, it would certainly not help my mood to hear the three of them, with our rooms sharing a wall. No, thank you, that was something I’d avoid at all costs. 

I was so immersed in my thoughts that I didn’t even see him coming. Usually, with someone who has caught my interest as much as he had, I made it a point to keep tabs on them. Unfortunately, this time I let my guard down, and all of a sudden, I wasn’t alone in the booth anymore. Blinking, I realized he’d slid in across from me, and was staring at me intently, studying me. I have no idea how long he’d been there, but I could read the hunger in his eyes well enough. I had a feeling that he didn’t let people read him very often, but here he was, looking at me as if I were a particularly tasty treat. I swallow, hard, and his eyes follow the movement of my adam’s apple. When he finally speaks, the sound sends blood straight to my cock, making me half hard in an instant. 

“Hey there preppy college boy. Name’s Yoongi. What’s yours?”

As far as pickup lines go, it’s kind of cheesy, and I want to laugh, but I get the feeling that that wouldn’t go over very well with him. So instead, I shrug. It’s half a protective measure, half a flirt. I don’t know if I could even answer him if I wanted to- he makes me nervous, and being nervous makes it hard for me to capture the words I want to use. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks, suddenly worried that I may not be able to speak at all. And, suddenly reckless, I make a huge effort to answer him, for heaven only knows what reason. I know this is a bad idea, but I can’t seem to stop myself. 

“Namjoon”

 (Yoongi)

So, his name is Namjoon. And that voice, it's so soft. Not like soft soft, but just the right amount of soft. As I look at him, I can tell he's getting nervous, and I secretly want to warn him that he has good reason to be. 

I'm usually not as nice in the bed as I am in public, a few lovers have found that out the hard way. I like control, lots of it, and that innocence in his face tells me he hasn't been treated as rough as I like it. I hear my brain telling my crotch, guess you need to break him in. I really want to listen to my brain right now.

I feel a familiar stirring low in my gut, but if I plan on taking him home, I have a feeling I need to take it slow and play my cards right. Guess my little brain didn't get the memo, though.

“I see your friends left, need a ride home?”

(Namjoon)

“I see your friends left, need a ride home?”

A small, quiet voice inside me is telling me that accepting a ride home from this guy- Yoongi- would be the epitome of a bad idea. I usually listen to said voice- I’ve had years to learn that it’s usually the thing I should listen to when I’m making important decisions. 

And if there were ever an important choice to be made, this is it. 

I swallow nervously, his hot gaze staring me down, seeming to promise so many things I’d love tonight, but that I might well regret in the morning. 

Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

I nod almost imperceptibly, then I say it out loud, just to make sure he knows I’m accepting. 

“Yes, I suppose I will.”

I readjust my body, acting like I’m relaxing, when in fact I’m more aware of him than ever, waiting to see what he’ll say. 

(Yoongi)

Nice! I get to take him home, but not to his place if I can convince him to come home with me.

I begin thinking, with my little brain, all that I could do to those pouty lips. I don't usually prefer the younger ones, but there is something about him that makes me want to break him. I really hope he's not as innocent as he appears, because that would make me feel bad if I cause him some pain.

I nod, getting up from the booth. When he stands up beside me, I find that he is almost my height and actually had some semblance of strength in his body. Oh boy, this could be fun. 

We head out, walking the short distance in silence. I wonder what he's thinking, hopefully the same thing I am. A one night stand, that's all I need, to get today's frustrations out of my system. Rough, hard sex, just the way I like it.

“So, college boy, your place or mine?”

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GoT Season 8 Episode 1: The Pointy End Recap

Gods I am back on my bullshit but I can't help it 'cause I had too many thoughts about yesterday's episodes.

Disclaimer: So if you know me or my blog you know I don't root for D Targy (I write it like this cuz i don't want this post to pop up in her tag) and that she sometimes annoys the crap out of me, also i don't root for her bland ass romance or anything magical lizard related. I support House Stark 100% so ofc I believe in Pol!Jon (and more over I am a Jonsa shipper so ofc Imma write about that) and if you don't agree or don't feel confortable with any of those things this Recap is not for you (if you come here to troll I'll just ignore you anyway so don't waste your time and energy like that)

With that said let's begin!

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-The episode starts with a young boy running to meet the Queen's entourage, we already see a lot of peasants and common folk gathered there, Arya sees the boy and smiles fondly (she is totally reminiscing when she did the same when King Bobby B visited WF) This shots made me feel very nostalgic as they parallel very closely S1.

Another parallel that it's included here is Jon and D arriving all regal couple like, I was just remembering about Bobby B and Cersei, and things are already on a visual side not working for them (d looks totally out of place with that flashy awkward coat, I mean the color, the cut, the red details, all of it makes her stand out like a sore thumb. On a visual level alone she does not belong there). The music is also worth noting, it starts off on a very ominious tone and then gets some heroic B bright undertones as Dr and Jon ride closer to he camera, but again falls into an ominious conqueror-villian entrance song.

The perspective shifts to Arya watching Jon and D riding (she doesn't seem happy to see D she kind of looks confused) but smiles when she sees Jon, we also see The Hound (Arya looks really confused, cuz she probably thought he was dead) and Gendry (she gives the cutest smiles ever,and yassssss Gendyra lives!!) riding behind them.

We get Varys and Tyrion riding in a carriage of sorts, and an unnecesary enuch joke *sigh* even Varys calls out Tyrion for it, and he is like idgaf cuz i got ballzzzz!! (Classy dude)

The common folk is not diggin this dragon kween business and obviously don't cheer or grovel at d's feet, she is very upset at this and Jon is like "I told you so", then the dragons approach and the people are terrified, they scream and run, worst of all D smiles and seems so smug (fuuuck her a thousand times, this proves she doesn't give a fuck about poor people unless they adore her, and that fear is just as well for her as respect, cuz this bitch is just like Cersei but dumber) and we don't really get to see Jon's reaction but come the fuck on!! This people Jon knows, some of them he has seen since he was a little boy, these are the people he is trying hard to protect and you think he is not gonna care for them just cuz d is pwetty?? Nah dude, he knows she cares about being worshipped (I meaaaan her long ass list of titles) but he thinks she is mostly harmless (may i remind you he still doesn't know about the TARLYS)

The camera follows the dragons and we see Sansa looking at them with worry (my poor girl, that's the adecuate reaction when you see monsters terrifying your people)

K, now we are seeing Jon in the courtyard, he sees Bran and immediately runs to him (you can clearly see Jorah helping D dismount in the background and that's hillarious cuz 2 seconds in WF and he is already leaving her ass behind in favor of his family), we even get a forhead kiss and Jon is pretty emotional at seeing his baby brother all grown up (tbh i find Bran's deadpan deliveries so funny, Jon looks confused af) he sees SANSA and biiiitch (I wanted to screenshot his face but I just gave up cuz it's very quick) the softness of his stare, the parted mouth, the way he just dives into her arms (Sansa stares at D while they hug like bih fuck off he is ours) . I want to address something real quick, yeah it was a shorter hug than we expected, but not less emotional ( Sansa was smiling and the look on Jon's face when he saw her) still it was 10000x times better than any Aegony scene because the affection is mutual Jon goes straight for a hug and Sansa opens her arms as opposed as Aegony scenes that rely heavily on D. Also I think this hug was shorter (and we see Jon pulling apart first) cuz d is watching, not only that but a lot of people are and i do think this season until the parentage reveal is out in the open they will be trying to keep their distances cuz they have feelings siblings are not supposed to have.

Jon asks for Arya, and Sansa says she is lurking somewhere with a smile (this reminded me of Cat asking about Arya on ep 1) and D approaches with the most forced smile ever, Jon introduces Sansa with her proper title first and then is like she is the kween D Targy forsaking all her thousand titles thank god. Also the first thing Jon says is that Sansa is his sister which I'll talk about later. So D tries (and fails) to be charming, saying how beautiful WF and the North (she says it's as beautiful as Jon said) and compares Sansa's beauty to it which had me wondering stuff.

A) so we never get Jon and D talking about Jon's siblings (another aegony is doomed moment) but he does mention briefly Arya and Bran cuz he thought they were dead, but Sansa??? Unless a thrid party brought her up he never talked about her which leads me to think D had no idea about Sansa being Jon's sister and that is why he breaks the hug and introduces he as his sister frist of all.

B) By talking about Sansa's beauty and how Jon talked about it, it implies they did talk about Sansa and that Jon said she was beautiful ??? Cuz that's the way D made it sound xdddd.

Ofc i think the A to be more like lyrics cuz Jon is playing his cards very close to his chest, but I thought it was funny.

Sansa brushes her of and delivers the WF is yours your Grace bs. Duuuude she is not even trying to be charming (she is corteous enough but barely) like she would have played the modest naive Maiden and said "not as beautiful as you, your grace" (bihhh d would have loved this shit) nor even a gracious thank you. And i wonder whyyy?? As far as she knows she is an ally, and yeah she doesn't trust her damn she doesn't even like her but that hasn't stopped her before like damn she was all charm when she met Roose and Ramsey for the 1st time and she hated them!!!! What I think is happening is that LF'S words are still in her mind about Jon marrying D, and Jon separated too quickly from their hug, and now he is standing beside this woman calling her queen, and yeah I see the jealousy maybe she doesn't know why fully maybe she is just starting to realize her feelings and is all projecting them onto the he betrayed the north's trust but I do feel it goes beyond that and it shows.

Bran interrupts before things get uglier with D and Sansa, with news about the wall, D looks shocked (bet she thought she was the only one who could control dragons) Jon looks like he is about to have a pánico attack.

They have a meeting with the northern Lords in the Great Hall (it is very curious that Jon is seated between d and Sansa, when befitting her new title D should be in the middle, D&D are driving this love triangle home) but from the get go we see that Sansa is the one running stuff and doing everything a queen should, she asks Ned Umbr about his people, he says they need more wagons and horses (I am sideeyeing D so hard at this moment) Sansa bids him to go to Last Hearth and bring as many ppl as he can.

Lyanna Mormont then proceeds to rip Jon a new one (but Lyanna like everyone else isn't really getting the full picture) and Jon looks at Sansa for support (like curious, as Lyanna is talking about D and she is his lady love and stuff you'd think he would look at her to gather strenght or resolution for what he is about to say but nope) but she is like 'dude you deserve it' and I would say she is right but like wasn't Sansa defending him to everyone that would listen last season ??? She literally said she respects Jon's desicions, nah this is her jealousy this is a go on prove me wrong, talk, give them (and me) and explanation of why u betrayed our trust for her. And Jon does look crushed when he sees he is not getting any support from her cuz if pol!Jon is right he did it! He listened to her, he was smarter than father and Robb, he brought an army home, and Sansa the one he did all this for still won't trust him that the North is his heart and home and he would do anything to keep it safe (like still pretty fucking unfair he wants sansa's blind faith without giving her anything in return but I get where he is coming from) and if pol!Jon is not real then they really destroyed Jon's character in favor of the blandest romance ever and I can't get behind that way of thinking because before I even shipped Jonsa I was a fan of both Jon Snow and Sansa Stark and I believe and support them both.

Honestly my boy doesn't even try to sell D, he is just like we need allies!! Tyrion just about gives up cuz he thinks Jon is a bumbling fool with no idea of how the game is played (lmaooo) and tries to sell D plus the idea that Cersei is sending them the Lannister army (I think is very important jon didn't mention this and I will go on about it later) Sansa is just about fed up with this bs, and asks a real important question about how da fuck is she supposed to feed this big ass army plus 3 dragons that she didn't account for and she doesn't have any obligation towards, like that's d's job, even worse d's haughty response (you can see Jon doesn't like this one bit) like honestly I had never felt more annoyed by d she is already a villian threatening Sansa in her own home for daring to care more about her people than about d's lizards, and i don't know how people are ok with that, like dude y'all are entitled to your own opinión and to loving your faves, but this shit was awfull.

We see carts of dragonglass in the courtyard, Gendry is giving instructions and Lord Royce is just leaving Sansa looking at all this activity when Tyrion approaches Sansa.

This is already to long and I have much to say about the Tyrion-Sansa convo, so let's go on in part 2!!

[alittlelightofsin]

A Little Out of Order

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17758292

Rating: E (Explicit) 

Pairing(s): Oumota, Saioumota mention

Summary:  Kaito Momota and Kokichi Ouma finally get together in the only way they know how--by being drunk and being the hottest messes they can be.

Please refer to this post for rating/tagging mentions

Preview: 

Kaito rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous. You having fun?”

“Of course I'm having fun! It's my birthday!" Kokichi chirped with another giggle. "Who doesn't have fun on their birthday?"

“Well good! Glad to hear it, just checking up on you, nothin’ wrong with that, right?” He made a shooing motion with his hand, at Kokichi sprawled out over the couch. “Scoot over, lemme sit, too.”

Kokichi giggled more as he tried to force out a pout, which might have ended in some unintentional raspberries. "Nooo! My couch!" he continued to giggle as he sprawled out his arms and legs as far as they would go, trying to take up as much of the couch as possible. "If you sit here I can't lay dooown!"

Kaito frowned. "Geez, you're such a kid." He reminded him of a stretching cat, actually, except bigger and taking up all the sitting space. He nudged at Kokichi's shoulder, a halfhearted attempt to move him. Kokichi only laughed, dramatically swaying away from Kaito’s nudge and back into place.

“Noooo, my couch!” Kokichi repeated, though soon, there was a hint of mischief in his eyes and a light blush on his cheeks. "Unless you wanna be my pillow for a little while! Then I'll share the couch with you. How's that sound?"

“Uhh? You just want to lay on me?"

"Yup yup!" Kokichi chirped. "You wanna sit, I wanna lay down, but the couch isn't big enough for both unless I get to lay my head on your lap!" Kokichi lifted himself up just enough so Kaito could sit. "Kaiiito! Be my pillow, pwetty pwease! I'll be good, promise!" Despite his giggling, he at least seemed genuine about it.

Please enjoy!

[wintermoth]

Hiya! Happy new year and stuff.... So I really really really don't want to annoy you, happy your cats are happy and you seem quite fine (been checking here occasionally), but.... you moved back to the US?!? Why? I really wanted to invite you to a fan meet-up in Paris, now my plans are crushed...

1) Yeah I came back a while ago. Long story short, things didn’t work out and I needed to not be there anymore. Then I got hurt and I had to come back to the states, which was a call I made myself...and good thing too because it took me nearly eight weeks to recover. 2) meh babies are fine3) (I see your other two asks as well) . thank you :)4) I reallllyyy don’t feel like writing ML right now my dude. I’ve been thinking about it but I’m getting pwetty pwease messages once a day now and they don’t help.5)  I’ve seen every episode and my thoughts are well articulated in a really big post. Just search zombie on my blog xD it’ll show up