#the wet cat in a box is warm and dry now

[stevesbipanic]

Not quite a prompt but I feel like Wayne Munson is that guy who does that typical Dad thing of claiming he doesn't like the family pet and proceeding to love it the hardest. Like, Eddie will bring home a scruffy looking stray cat (and jokes that he's going to name it Wayne) and Wayne complains that it'll make a mess and its Eddie's responsibility - but buys it food when he goes grocery shopping and puts an old sweater of his in a box so it has a warm bed to sleep in anyway. Eddie comes home to see the cat curled up on Wayne's chest as he takes a nap. Idk Wayne is a caretaker at heart and so is Eddie. Eddie brings home the cat, and then the hellfire kids, and then Steve; and Wayne grumbles but is 100% all in on taking care of them if they need it. Idk I just love the Munson boys and their big hearts

Wayne Munson is no stranger to strays in his house. It started when a young Eddie with freshly buzzed hair and a tear stricken face ended up on his doorstep no parents in sight. Wayne of course took him in with no hesitation and it was just the two of them for a few years.

One day it's storming hard at the trailer park and Eddie is looking more worried than usual, he's always been a bit afraid of thunder. Suddenly, before Wayne can stop him, Eddie has bolted out of the trailer into the storm. By the time Wayne has found his coat, a soaked Eddie has come back cradling what looks like bits of fabric. Wayne holds out a towel to Eddie who reveals his holding a small, scruffy looking grey kitten.

"Now where do you find that, son?"

"He's been meowing around the trailer for the last couple weeks, I've been feeding him scraps and I couldn't leave him out there."

"Well, I guess he can stay, but just til the storms over, don't need another mouth to feed."

The rain lasts two days and by then little Toothpaste had settled in with his own little cardboard box and an old sweater of Wayne's that he reluctantly gave Eddie for the cat. Toothpaste never does leave the trailer and despite Wayne saying they'd only keep him until he was big enough to look after himself Wayne would be the cat food and treats at the grocery store and ask the grocer for any left over fish bones. Once Eddie had come back to the trailer after Hellfire to find Toothpaste curled up on Wayne's chest, the next day Eddie had joked that he should be renamed Wayne Jr..

Toothpaste would thankfully be the only feline stray that would join their little family but soon Wayne would meet the gaggle of young teens that Eddie had pseudoadopted. He took a particular liking to the young redhead girl that he knew lived across the park from them and would often offer to teach her about cars whenever her mom was away.

The last stray that Wayne Munson would find at his door would be the most surprising. It was another stormy night when the Munsons heard a knock at their trailer door. Eddie was finishing drying the dishes and so Wayne had answered the door. He had not expected to see a broken and bloody Steve Harrington on the other side. Now Wayne knew that Eddie had become friends with the Harrington boy despite Wayne being wary knowing the boy's father. But knowing the boy's father meant Wayne didn't have to be a genius to figure out who had given Steve the black eye and broken nose.

Wayne had ushered the wet and shivering boy inside, straight to the bathroom where he sat him on the toilet and took out their med kit. Eddie had trailed behind them, instantly worried seeing Steve's face. Wayne had started cleaning Steve's cuts by the time Eddie caught up to them.

"Sweetheart, what happened?"

"My-My parents came home and um, I think they kicked me out, Ed's." Steve's words had slurred together, he clearly had a concussion.

"Well you're welcome to stay here as long as you need, son."

And both Munsons knew that this stray would probably never leave either.

[halfmoonshines]

I'll Always Know You

summary; a series of events following bucky barnes and the reader

hurt/comfort, fluff

You had decided about fifteen minutes ago that this was probably your dumbest idea to date; now you were just miserable. The thunder boomed loudly overhead, the sky bucketing rain down on you like a small monsoon. You'd long abandoned the newspaper you'd fruitlessly held overhead to stay dry.

Why didn't you accept the ride from your work partner? You knew the storm was rolling in but you were so hellbent on being self sufficient.

You didn't hear the car roll to a stop on the empty street next to you, the rain putting a quiet blanket on everything but itself. But the voice that broke through definitely scared the shit out of you.

"Miss?"

You jumped, turning to the dark haired man standing opposite you. You probably would've thought his broad shoulders and defined muscles you could see beneath his quickly soaking wet shirt were attractive if you weren't immediately afraid of being murdered.

"Yes?" You replied with a subconscious step back.

His smile was tentative, hands half raising in a surrender. "I was driving by and noticed you fighting for your life against the wind. Could I offer you a ride?"

Every cell in your 21st century body said that you should turn around and start running. Never accept rides from strangers, even handsome ones. But it was truly storming now and you were still a twenty minute walk through the city home.

Sensing your hesitance, he tacked on. "You could either risk me being a murderer or almost definitely die to mother nature or pneumonia."

"Fair point." You followed him to his car.

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Turns out, that would just be the first time you saw Bucky Barnes.

He showed up at your door three days after the rain incident, and you were almost freaked out if you hadn't been kicking yourself for not giving him your number.

"Sorry for just showing up, but I was wondering if you'd be interested in grabbing some coffee?" The arm positioned awkwardly scratching his head and the nervous smile on his face was enough to make your suspicions melt fully. Ted Bundy be damned.

"Let me grab my coat."

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Turns out Bucky likes warm mochas, and also holding hands. You learned a lot about him over the next few weeks; his likes and dislikes. You fit together like the last pieces of a puzzle, you barely noticed the months passing and when you started leaving clothes at his apartment.

"You're kidding me, you've never seen Pitch Perfect? It's like quintessential 2010's cinema."

Bucky's laugh never failed to warm you inside. "I was a bit busy during that decade."

Your eyebrows scrunched, those little comments only confusing you. "The whole decade? What are you, 80?"

"Not quite."

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"Would you still love me if I was a cat?"

"Yes." His reply was instant, warm arms wrapped around you while he leaned down for a kiss.

You dodged his lips, a playful smile on your own. "How would you know it's me?"

His hand found your cheek, pulling you in for a demanding kiss. The feeling of his mouth on yours always electrified you.

"I'll always know you."

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The first time you felt he ever truly lied to you was a year in, which is a considerable span, as you tried to rationalize.

But there was no rationalizing the photo in your hand. A black and white snapped picture of your long term boyfriend, James Barnes, in a WW11 military uniform. Same boyish smile, same stance. The only difference was the haunted look that seemed to plague your Bucky.

There had to be an explanation, right? I mean vampires weren't real. This wasn't Twilight. A distant relative maybe?

A voice in the back of your head was insistent that this was him.

"Bucky?" You called him to the room before you could lose your nerve.

His smile was easy when he entered the room, but you couldn't help but notice the tenseness that filled him when he noticed the box you'd be rifling through.

"What's up, Doll?"

You lifted the picture along with an eyebrow, nervousness trickling into your stomach. "Who's this?"

He paused for only a second before it was like a switch flipped in him, and his smile eased back. "That's my grandpa. I don't really display his pictures for the sake of my sanity. We could be twins." He snatched the picture from you, depositing it back in the box.

"I'll say. You look the exact same." Your head was cocked to the side, a question still sitting on your lips.

"Strong genes."

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He should've told her. No, he should've never gone back to her apartment. Never pulled his car over in that fucking downpour. All he ever brought with him was death and tragedy, and Bucky was terrified that she was about to make that list.

"We're five out." Sam's voice was carefully guarded, knowing his partner was on edge.

It was just a normal day a few hours ago when Bucky had come home to the door of their apartment hanging off it's hinges.

His panic was instant and only mounted when he searched the home and found nothing but signs of struggle and you missing. It was always a fear gnawing at the back of his mind. He had plenty of enemies, people he'd ruined the lives of. It was negligent to keep you in the dark, to even keep contact with you. But James Barnes was a selfish man.

When the jet landed and his boots hit the wet concrete, he wasn't Bucky. He was the soldier. And he would bring you home.

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The sight of you, broken on the examination table was almost enough to take his knees out from under him. He put a steadying hand on the door frame to your room while Bruce gave him a diagnosis he had feared.

"It seems like they experimented on her. Traces of nodes connected to her neck and head. Until she wakes up I won't be able to tell the extent of damage, if there even is any. Worse case... she doesn't remember you."

Fuck. Bucky's breathing was shallow. If he could go back and rip every single man in that facility apart slowly, he would. Even then it wouldn't be enough to punish them.

Maybe you not remembering him was a blessing. Maybe you'd be safer.

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The lights over you were like the blazing sun, and the only thing you could assume was that you had an insane hangover. Your brows pulled together, eyes squinting to recognize your surroundings. Vaguely clocking the IV attached to your arm, your vision started to clear and so did your thoughts.

Being at home, the bang of the door coming open, men swarming you.

And then nothing.

Your heart rate quickened, panicking now to inspect what was around you. You'd been taken, like some cliche movie. But by who? Why?

Just as your panic was mounting to a full blown freak out, your eyes found a familiar figure to your left. Head hanging off the back of the chair he was passed out in, your boyfriend was a more than welcome sight.

"James." Your voice was hoarse, scratchy, but he awoke instantly.

He was wordless, flying out of his chair and onto his knees beside you. Your handsome man was haggard, dark bags under his eyes and mussed hair. His warm hands roving your face distracted you from his gaunt appearance.

"Do you know who I am?"

His question confused you, as did the worry in his eyes. You brought your hand up to the one sitting on your cheek and gave him your best, exhausted smile. "I'll always know you."

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[dee-angelb]

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Bakugou Katsuki X Midoriya Izuku

[One shot stories with different ships]

[Tags: Vampires | Midnight Stories | mental health/ issues | kind of found family | strangers to friends | bkdk established]

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Welcome to your sanctuary

Quiet streets and dark alleys, rain drops falling on to the sidewalk. No cars and no humans outside. The only light source is the moon, shining bright behind the clouds. Some broken streets lamps flicker, illuminating the front door of a shop in warm orange hues.

A big sign over the dark tinted glass door reads ‘Midnight Tea’.

On the door, another sign.

‘Open: 6pm – 9am’

And no, the owners didn't make a mistake. The shop is open the entire night, at a time when no one really walks the streets, a time when most people should sleep.

But this little sanctuary is a place where, at all odds, people do join and go to get their midnight tea and read books. This shop is a little tea shop library, the owners collected so many books, they wanted to share it with others, while serving tea.

A blonde man walks between shelves full of books, carrying a box with more books. He puts the heavy box down, without loosing his breath. Brushing off the dust on his trousers, he starts to unpack the books and put them up.

“Kacchan!” A distant voice calls out from the kitchen.

“Huh?`” The man answers, still concentrating on putting away the books.

“Did you see the box of new Tea herbs I bought?” The other shouts.

“Fuck. It's still upstairs!” The man shouts back.

A man with green hair and freckles emerges from the kitchen. He throws the other a side eye while drying his wet hands on his apron. As he walks towards the stairs, he scratches a black cats head, earning a soft purr. He stumps upstairs, where the two Tea shop owner live.

Some might ask, why do these young and really attractive men own a tea shop that opens throughout the night.

Well, this story is different.

There is no drama or a wild love story.

Why?

Because our main couple is already together and in love for over a thousand years now.

Bakugou Katsuki and Midoryia Izuku are stuck in time. How?

Well, they are vampires, shocking right?

Bloodthirsty, dangerous, monsters.

Well, they do drink blood, bought at the local hospital.

Dangerous? The only dangerous thing about them is their public display of affection.

Monsters? Who knows, what dark secrets they hide. But looking at their handsome, flawless faces, they look nothing like monsters. Maybe sinful demons, but not hideous or scary.

Although Izuku might tease Katsuki a lot about his scary aura and intimidating frowns.

The two love birds met when they were still human children running around the streets.

One got bitten by a vampire and the other followed immediately without thinking.

Promising each other to be together forever.

The black cat jumps from his sitting place to sneak up to Katsuki, who is still putting away the books. The cat purrs wanting some love.

Forever it is indeed. The two of them traveled the world, collected books. Made memories and witnessed history. Doing whatever they want, wherever they want. But all of this only at night.

The sun burns their skins, both carrying scars they got from stepping out in daylight.

They got used to it. A Thousand years were enough time to get used to your cold body and circumstances.

One thing Izuku always wanted, when they were still human, was to live a quiet life after an adventurous one. Growing old, seeing your loved ones grow with you.

He always liked to drink tea.

Vampires don't eat, but they drink. And one thing they can drink and enjoy the taste of, is tea.

All sort of teas.

Black tea.

Green tea.

Herbal Tea.

Fruit Tea.

Rooibos Tea.

Oolong Tea.

And so many different flavors.

But his favorite tea is the ones that get spilled while watching his customers talking and walking into their shop.

Shockingly, the two vampires chose the best place to open a midnight tea shop. The neighborhood his apparently cursed with youngsters suffering from insomnia.

Or just needing to do their studies and working throughout the night.

And what place would be more beautiful to spend time at than a cute, cozy tea shop library?

Izuku stumbles back down, in his arms multiple boxes of different tea flavors. He goes back into his tiny kitchen, putting on his tea kettles. Organizing everything for his guests. He already has the ingredients for their regular customers ready.

Two strong pale arms wrap around the green haired man's torso, hugging him from behind.

He giggles, throwing his head back. His green eyes soften, looking lovingly at his soulmate.

Katsuki bites Izuku’s cheek, getting more giggles out of the other.

Izuku turns around, putting his arms behind Katsuki’s head. They look at each other, ruby, and emerald meeting, sparkling with love and adoration for the other.

A thousand years and they are still in love like the first day.

The black cat followed the blonde, now running between the legs of the shop owners.

“Someone is hungry, I guess.” Izuku chuckles, scratching the cats head.

He is right. The cat is hungry. The cat wants attention. The cat watches everything, and knows everything.

“We are going to open in a bit.” Katsuki puts on his own apron, watching Izuku open cat food, for the black cat.

“Who do you think will come today?” Izuku cheekily asks.

“Eyebags.”

“Do you think Denki will come too then?” Izuku’s eyes sparkle mischievously.

“Nah, I think dunce face will sleep today. Didn't hear him whining about any schoolwork.” The blonde shrugs.

“Bummer…” Izuku pouts.

6pm is not late enough to be too dark outside. Instead of opening the doors wide, Katsuki just turns the opening sign, so customers will know they are open. Inside the interior is dark, The windows are tinted black, the ceiling is covered in fairy lights, giving an illusion of a star filled night sky.

They don't have wooden chairs, they have cozy armchairs with pillows. Nothing matches, everything looks antique and old, but still homey and warm. The floors have carpets and the books are sorted by genre. The tea menu is just a chalkboard where Izuku lovingly writes down the different teas and some cute doodles to cheer up the guests.

Some customers walk inside, enjoying a cup of tea, good music and a good book after a stressful day at work. Katsuki helps to find books for his guests, delivering them to their seats, while Izuku serves the tea and cleans up after them.

They are a team and work the best together.

The most guest arrive between 6pm and 9pm, all coming in after work and leaving to go home to sleep.

But sleep won't find everyone. Some struggle and wander the dark streets. Close to midnight the door opens again, a soft chime rings through the shop, signaling Izuku and Katsuki, that their regular arrived.

Shinsou Hitoshi.

A philosophy student interested in reading history books. He loves drinking chamomile tea, on rainy days he drinks jasmine tea and on stressful days he drinks hemp tea. Izuku knows that already. Sometimes he would get bold and drink black tea or some different fruit teas, but most of the time it's chamomile.

The smell and taste of chamomile reminds him of home. He suffers from insomnia, and as soon as the daylight fades he starts to think about his family, about his dads and his adoptive sister. About how they live on the other side of the country. About how much he misses them and their loud nature. He is homesick and alone.

One night, he couldn't sit any longer in his one-bedroom apartment. The walls were caging him, restricting his breathing. He needed to get out. So he walked the streets at midnight, kicking stones and breathing fresh air. That's when he saw the little neon sign, still shining with ‘OPEN’. He thought the owners forgot to turn the sign, but as he walked up he realized, the tea shop is open.

The first time he stepped inside, it felt like trespassing. He knows that shops and stores are open at night in the bigger cities, but he lives in the suburbs, no café or store is open in their neighborhood.

He walked inside and browsed the shelves full of books. The air warm and cozy. The light is not too bright, but bright enough to read.

“Can I help you?” Izuku smiles softly at the new customer. Hitoshi jumps back, surprised, he didn't hear him walking up to him.

“I'm just looking…” He mumbles. Izuku nods, and lets the other continue to look over the books.

Hitoshi stops at the aisle for history books. So many old books, full of history and memories. He picks up one book, looking over the cover and opining it. He is hit by the beautiful smell of old paper. A scent he loves.

“I can recommend reading this, after reading that one.” Katsuki suddenly stands next to Hitoshi, scaring him.

“What?” He looks at the blonde with wide eyes.

Katsuki smirks, pulling out another book and pointing with his other hand on the book Hitoshi is holding.

“The one you picked is good. I would recommend reading this here after that.” He points between the books.

“Can I borrow these?” Hitoshi tilts his head. Maybe they have some sort of library card?

Katsuki shakes his head.

“Nah. Sorry, but you can read it over there, and maybe you would like a cup of tea?” His eyes sparkle in the warm light. Hitoshi likes his soft, deep voice. Nodding, he heads toward the armchairs, sitting down on brown fluffy cushions. It's soft and warm.

It kind of feels like home.

Izuku walks up to him again.

“What would you like to drink?” He smiles.

Hitoshi ponders a little. He tries to read the menu from afar.

“Chamomile?” He asks.

Izuku nods and walks away.

Hitoshi drank two cups and read half the book until 2am.

He put in a reading break for his eyes. Sitting in the soft armchair and looking around the shop. He wasn't the only customer, some came and went already. Right now, he is basically alone. Katsuki is sorting through the books, while Izuku is cuddling a black cat, also reading a book.

Izuku notices the purple haired boy staring at him. He puts his book away, signaling that he is open if the other wants to start a conversation.

“Aren't you two too young to own a tea shop?” Hitoshi rasps out. Cringing, that he may have sounded too insensitive.

Izuku laughs.

“Nah. We're definitely older than you.” He winks.

“Oh.”

They sit in silence, watching Katsuki pick up one book after the other.

“Why are you open at night?” He finally asks.

“If we weren't open, where would you have gone to?” He cheekily responds.

“That's not really answering my question…”

“Well, at night the magic happens. We want people to enjoy the magic here.”

“What magic?”

“Anything you can imagine!” He giggles.

Hitoshi only nods, looking at Izuku like a madman. He sounds crazy, but the tea good, the place is good, and the books are good. So he won't care that the owner is crazy. It's also kind of charming.

He picks his book up to continue to read. It’s already 3am.

Izuku didn't get back to his book. Instead, he stands up and changes the soft violin music to some piano sounds. He skips a little, turning on one of the stand lamps next to Hitoshi, so it won't be too dark for him. He dims down the other lights, all while twirling through the shop.

Katsuki shakes his head, already anticipating what his lover will do.

Izuku grins and holds his hand out to Katsuki, requesting a dance.

Hitoshi blushes seeing the two looking lovingly at each other. He feels like he is invading their space.

“Don't worry, they always so this.” A feminine voice startles him. He turns his head, looking at a girl sitting in an armchair far in the corner. She is encased in a big blanked, next to her on the table five cups of tea.

“Oh?” Hitoshi turns back to the couple.

They dance slowly and sweet. Whispering to each other, sweets nothing's.

It reminds him of his dads.

But instead of homesick, he feels warm.

He comes back, like every night. Some nights he manages to sleep, but every time is insomnia messes up his sleep, he won't sit in his room waiting for sleep that won't come.

Instead, he walks down the dark streets until he sees the beautiful sign:

‘Midnight Tea’

Here he feels at home. Here he met people who suffer with him. Who understand him.

This shop is the shop where magic happens. Every night he spends there, he learns something new. Meets someone new. He never thought a small, cozy tea shop opened throughout the night would give him this much joy.

Izuku welcomes their regular with a big smile.

“Hey Toshi! Kacchan already but your book on the table! You want chamomile?” He smiles, guiding Hitoshi to his armchair. The purple haired boy nods, thanking him.

He looks around, searching if he sees another regular customer with wild blonde hair and expressive eyes. Not seeing him sitting at his usual place, he pouts a little. Not everyone spends every night at the shop.

Izuku makes Hitoshi’s tea and serves him.

As he was giving his lover a kiss in the cheeks, the door chimes, signaling another customer.

Knowing it isn't one of the regulars, he walks up to the front door.

Smiling big, he bows a little. His emerald green eyes sparkle with excitement.

“Welcome to Midnight Tea, how can I help you?”

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[dynamitedemonlord999]

Furry-butt Situation pt3.5

( I write really long chapters now that I think of it XD. Also.. ‼️WARNING ‼️Mentions touching balls (so… 16-18+?), but not in the dirty way. As a pet owner you learn you have to clean all parts of an animal… so that’s what I mean. *cough* ANYWAY LETS GET BACK TO THE DAMN STORY-)

Getting up you walked to the bathroom and made sure you had everything ready. You placed another towel on the toilet lid and put your hair products down onto the floor of your stand in shower. Luckily there was a tiny tub for the cutie and a detachable shower head that you could also use. You also had a spare cup which you could use to pour it onto the cat’s fur. Getting up you walked back to your bed and saw the cat trying to go back to sleep. “Sorry cutie, I’ve got to give you a bath. But then you can sleep and you’ll feel much better.” The cat seemingly ignored you, until you picked it up. Suddenly it was growling and hissing and clicking its tongue at you. “Oh I know baby I’m sorry. Just real quick then you can go back to sleep.” The furball continued to protest in its angry grows and huffs. Sitting it down in your tub you closed the door and brought the shower head down. You carefully put the shower head down on the tub’s floor and turned the wager to warm. The whole time your little friend was a now non stop talking radio box, yet you kept a hand reassuringly on it’s back “It’s ok I promise you’ll be ok baby.” You kept reassuring it, finally you brought the shower head up a little and slowly moved it up the cat’s fluffy tail. “See? It won’t hurt you.” The power of the water was very low so it wouldn’t harm or scare the already slightly hurt cat. The cat huffed and proceeded to growl and yowl louder at you. It got up and to your surprise walked straight into the water and twirled around. Before plopping down on its bum and rubbing its head with its paw. Your jaw nearly hit the floor in shock by the cat’s intelligence, feeling your eyes as it cleaned itself the cat’s eyes snapped to you as it let out a growl, shooing you away with its paw. “Awww you’re such a smart one aren’t ya cutie?” The cat’s head snapped at you before it huffed at you once more, it’s tail swinging side to side angrily. “Sorry sorry- I won’t look just/ I’ve got to help you bathe. The cat walked away from you in priests as you grabbed your shampoo. “I know I know but I’ve got to clean you or else any other would you may have will get infected. Ya a simple rinse off isn’t enough o clean ya!” You turned your attention back to the lowered into a crouch cat as it glared at you with venom in its eyes. “Come here you.” You gently pulled the cat towards you as ou then rubbed the shampoo onto its now wet fur. The cat continued to growl at you however it soon stopped as your rubbed and massaged the soap into its fur, cleansing it of the dirtiness of the city. You grinned at it “See? Not so bad to get some help-“ “HISSSS” the cat spat at you before continuing to growl and murmur curse words in its own language at you. Making it hard to keep in a laugh. As you picked out the cat and rubbed down its lower tummy you felt all it’s hardened muscles, explaining why it was a little heavier rhan most cats. “Wow you’re so strong.” You complimented, earning a scoff from the animal. But as your hand moved down to clean the cat your fingers touched something. You blinked and as you looked down you saw a pair of fuzzy balls. “Awww you’re a boy!” You giggled as you cleaned him quickly, not wanting to stimulate anything or have the cat uncomfortable. Yet.. you didn’t notice how wide the cat’s eyes had gotten as you cleaned his private parts as he had completely shut up and didn’t speak or make another peep the rest of the bath.

Finally you picked him up and placed him into a towel, making the cat’s head snap out of its shocked daze a it began to talk to you again. It continued as annoyed grunts and meows. You simply held the small ball of wet tener fur as you rubbed him dry. “Hold on almost done. I just need to dry you further.” You put your hand into its towel and released your quirk. Making a hot wind blow in the now puffed up towel as I you heard some surprised grunts and felt e cat walk into you. You simply held it as you moved the air through the cat’s fur. With how the cat went quiet once more you knew he likes it. The towel fell from his head and you giggled quietly as the cat lived his head from side to side as the wind blew in its face. Finally as soon as he was done you opened up the door and watched as he kept from your lap and quickly with the tapping of his paws made his way to your bed. You smiled brightly as he trotted away with his tail high, “Aww” you cooed as he then proceeded to jumped onto your bed.

Curling up on his now usual spot, on your pillows but bed, he plopped down and laid his head down. You didn’t blame him, all the studying made you want to go to bed early, even if it was barely 8. Getting up you closed your curtains and blinds and went on with your usual bedtime routine. However when you changed with your back turned to the cat, you didn’t see it’s widened eyes staring at your beautiful body (idgaf what you say y’all are beautiful in your own and unique ways so don’t be hard on yourself about something that doesn’t matter like your looks). Finally you were wearing your f/c-ed pj’s and was ready to go to bed. Walking over you laughed softly to yourself “Kitty, you’ve got to move you can’t sleep in the middle.” The bed was too small but the cat simply gave you an annoyed look and growled at you, his large, fluffy, tail swaying. Rolling your eyes you scoffed as you picked up the furball. The cat erupted in a bunch of grunts and growls. However he quieted before hugging and hissing at you when you placed him on one of your big, soft, or fluffy pillows (or even a squishmallow) . Moving around to get situated he turned his front to your room to face you as e glared at you as you took ‘his spot’ from him. “Thanks for earning it up for me.” You teased. earning another grow from the cat’s throat. Goodnight kitty, sweet dreams.” You said as you closed your eyes, smiling to yourself as you made a new friend.

That’s is- until you felt something whack you in the face a few times. “Hey!” You giggled as you lived his fluffy tail away, after a while he did stop hitting you with it. But you could swear from the slivers of light from the moon which keeps in the cat simply smiled as he continued to hit you with his tail which did no harm but did annoy you after some time.

[empresskaze]

Annnnnnnd I wasn't planning on it but I thought up something for Meowlevolent week.

Day 1 Domestic.

Arthur comes home sick and his black cat John helps him feel better. AU but still set in the 1930s. Arthur is still blind, apparently guide canes were invented in the 1930s so he has one.

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The door clicks behind him, Arthur leans heavily against it, coat soaked from the pouring rain outside. He hears the droplets pooling onto the floor under him. With a shrug the coat is off, hung to dry on the hook next to his door, but he's far from warm.

"John?" Arthur winces at how his voice cracks calling for his cat. The devilish feline had a tendency to escape the confindes of the apartment space and explore while Arthur is out. The last thing he feels like dealing with is wet cat.

The sound of padded paws hitting the floor brings a smile to his face, damp as the water runs off his hair.

"There you are." Arthur places his guide cane against the door, bending down with his hand out. John instantly positions his head beneath Arthur's hand coaxing for affection. "Yes I'm happy to see you too." Arthur's voice is cut off with a raspy cough. "Happier you aren't soak to the bone like myself." He stands, ignoring the protest meow from John, who rubs against his pant leg.

"Yes in a moment. I'm chilled and..." Arthur's breath hitches momentarily but nothing comes of it. "Appear to have caught a..." Another deep hitch as his face slacks. This time he's able to fish out his handkerchief catching the sneeze.

"A cold. Marvelous." He sniffs rubbing the tip. "Just what I need." Hand out he feels for the bedroom door pushing it open, careful to not trip of John who continues to weave in and out of his steps.

"If you're advising me to hurry and change I'm already on it." Arthur glares down hearing a soft meow answer.

Even after shedding his wet clothes, Arthur shivers against the cold. "Tea perhaps?"

John meows in agreement.

"Yes of course, milk for you." Arthur walks to the kitchen, running his hand along the counter top, feeling for the ice box. "We did get fresh milk today so you're in.. luck..." His words quicken as Arthur's head bobs with the sneeze shaking him to the core. "Fuck." He swears removing the handkerchief again. "I don't need a cold right now."

He hears John hop up on the counter next to him, the black cats tail swirling around his arm. "I'm hurrying, jesus christ John."

The cats meow is low and rumbling. His head nudges Arthur's midsection.

"What? Oh." Arthur's hand feels for where the kettle should be but only empty air hangs there. "We washed the kettle didn't we."

John meows.

"Right..right..." A cough runs through him as he finds the sink, kettle sitting inside. "I'd forgotten." Another cough, this one harder raspier than the first. "Gods, I'm frozen." He complains, running one hand over his shirt sleeve while the other fills the kettle.

While it sits on the stove, Arthur finds a cardigan with John's assistance.

Tea in hand, Arthur exhales as he finally sits into his armchair, a weight lifted off, though another seems lodged in his chest. Tea momentarily set on the side table, Arthur reaches for where he believes a blanket is, John meows abruptly, so he moves his hand over until the soft threads of the afghan are found.

"Thank you John, I'd be lost without you." Arthur sighes as he covers himself. John jumps up curling himself into Arthur's lap, soon a gentle purr can be heard.

"No I don't feel much like moving either, my friend." Arthur says as he takes a sip of tea.

[petite-ursus]

One of those nights.

Had to get in a bath because my body is broken. Came out and because I shut the door so the bath would stay warm... the dogs apparently assumed since it was 9:35 I had "skipped" their last out... so Kira peed in the dining room. Because I yelled at her she proceeded to fear pee on the carpet... and my bed. (She's a rescue and sensitive. That's on me. I already apologized.) So I clean up. The ocean of dog pee. That laundry goes in the washing machine. I do my best with the woven carpet.

But I keep smelling pee. I discover eventually after rewashing all the dog spots, it is Because one of the cats chose to pee into the liner for their litterbox... not the box itself and the litterbox hide is next to a vent... so the pee was just... heating up into the air... so. I clean that. But through honestly an error in judgement and order of operations brought on by not feeling well and it now being past 11... and having a subsequent crying heaving breakdown because I Hate Liquids ... I decided the rug needed washed. In its Very short tenure in this house Kira has too-fast-drink puked on it twice. And I just... didn't want... more stain.

The dog clean up laundry and my bedding came out of the washer and the rug went in but there were clothes in the dryer and through mishap the cloths used to clean up the cat pee came into contact with the wet laundry. So. It needs. Washed again. Because I can't abide any chance of cat pee on anything. So it's just. A heaping pile of wet on the ground. Waiting it's turn.

And in the midst of this the washer malfunctioned and kept saying it was "done" with the rug... never having run a cycle. Over and over. I turned it on and off. Tried different settings. Taking up more time. Leaving the wet just to sit.

The rug had been hand cleaned "enough" prior to my decision to washing machine it that I might have just removed it and put it back on the floor, rerun the soiled cloths... slept in the meantime... but obvs when I put it in the washing machine I covered it in detergent. And. I can't. Get it all.out. It finally allowed me to run a rinse cycle.

And now I'm thinking. I don't even know how I'm going to dry it. It's too big for the dryer and if I stuff it it'll get burned/singed.

So. I guess. We'll see. How it goes.

[artificial-sleep]

“Zashi!” Shouta bellows as he storms into the house, pulling the door open with his one free hand, “I need wash assist, immediately!”

CW// EraserMic established relationship (they're husbands <3), Shouta finds a stray cat

Hizashi turns a corner with a towel on his head, using it to dry the water from his ear before he can slip his hearing aids back in. “Huh? Dishwasher help?” 

“Not that kind of wash…” Shouta says, but he doesn’t have to clarify because the small animal in his arms does plenty of filling in the blanks for him. Hizashi’s jaw drops when he sees him – the tiny kitten that can’t be more than 6 weeks, meowing up a storm from his place wrapped up in Shouta’s arms.

Shouta’s still in his hero costume, and the kitten is all bundled up in his capture weapon to keep him warm. It’s evident it had been raining, and from the looks of how thin the kitten is, he probably wouldn’t have survived the night. Hizashi is wise enough to know that there’s no question in whether or not they’re keeping it. Shouta doesn’t ask for much in their marriage, but when he sees an abandoned kitten that needs his help, he won’t pass it up – ever. It’s not like Hizashi minds anyway – something about seeing his partner so soft is endearing, and it makes Hizashi’s heart light up with little flares of endearment, flooding with the joyous reminders of why he married this man.

With a smile that holds years of commitment behind it, he removes his towel and puts his hair up, shooing their two grown cats out of the room before they can get too keen on the situation and develop an attitude about it. They will be introduced on the right terms at the right time, but now, the issue at hand stands with pertinence.

The kitten is all black with the most beautiful cerulean eyes and long, white whiskers. Hizashi already knows how sick it makes Shouta to find a black cat left so carelessly outside to suffer because studies show that bombays are most likely to get dumped solely because of their association with paganism. People can be so heartless, and Hizashi sure doesn’t like it any better, but it seems that it resonates even deeper with Shouta – maybe because of his heart for the sweet and defenseless that get cast away by the world for their “villainous” abilities. It hits close to home, and maybe even more so since Sushi. If there’s any one thing that defines Shouta, it’s his tendency to leap in and protect the weak or the naive from the pain of this world. Shirakumo taught him that – in more ways than one, and it changed him – made him speculative, more careful, calculated, rational; but Hizashi knows that it also made him softer, sweeter, gentler, and attuned. It’s no wonder Hizashi’s been a sucker for years.

“I’ll run a bath if you grab the soap,” Hizashi offers, and Shouta nods, the mewling fading into the other side of the house as he goes. They’ve done this before, most recently when they brought Sausage home. Shouta had adamantly called the puffy, long-haired cat “Box” because, creatively enough, that’s where Shouta had found him. At least he didn’t insist on “garbage” or “trash can,” considering the placement of the box, and Hizashi did show him some mercy for that. However, with his arms crossed and feet planted a nice 6 feet from his smelly husband who was still fragrant with residual waste, Hizashi scanned the fat cat who growled with a low gripe of discontent, and he decided: “Sausage, because he’s hefty, and he smells like the back of a Korean BBQ joint.” Shouta had just nodded once, Sausage vocalizing his offense, but all was forgiven when Hizashi opened a can of wet food for the cat and put on a quick meal on the stove for his husband.

Shouta entered shortly after Hizashi had drawn a shallow bath, warm water coating the bottom of the tub in their master bedroom. He came bearing the dish soap in his free hand as the kitten tried to wrangle free from its combines. It was no use – the device it was trapped in was warm and flexible like a scarf, but it wouldn’t give in to the small animal’s frantic moves, the metal elements keeping it bound tightly and safely, likely how Shouta made it home using just his arms.

The kitten didn’t act feral – not if the way it purred against Shouta’s skin was any indication, and Hizashi just hoped it wasn’t chipped. It would break Shouta’s heart to have to give the thing up, especially to someone he deemed irresponsible enough to let the poor thing roam free outside. Hizashi had faith that this kitten would remain theirs, though.

As Shouta unbound the kitten from his capture weapon and placed him in the tub with strong but caring hands, Hizashi began scrubbing. For such a small little being, the stench it carried was awful, and Hizashi could already tell that the vet bill would be… a feat. With the seamlessness that accompanied experience and partnership, Hizashi wrapped the kitten up in a towel and hurried to dry it, working with Shouta in tangent to get the kitty clean and comfortable as efficiently as possible.

Shouta handed the cat over to Hizashi as he stepped over to the drawer by their sink to rummage around for the clippers and a treat. Hizashi stared face-to-face at the kitten and cooed at it, even as it howled unhappily in tiny little screeches what with having been caught and bathed. It was good though, needed, with all the plants it had evidently been tied up in. Hizashi wondered idly where Shouta found the little guy (but he needn’t ask less he wished to spark a debate on why the cat should not be called “creek” or “thorns” or “nighttime”). He quickly found when the sweet thing managed to turn over in his arms, that he liked to have his belly rubbed, an unusual spot for a cat to enjoy, and Hizashi couldn’t help but think of how puppy-like the angelic little fur-ball acted. It was adorable, and Hizashi was already wrapped around the thing’s little paw. Sharp little paws, he dutifully noted when it took a playful bat at his hand. Shouta was at his side shortly after, holding the clippers in one hand and the squeezy-tube treat in the other. Hizashi repositioned the kitten in the towel so only one paw stuck out the top of the fabric and began administering the treat as Shouta skillfully clipped down the kitten’s nails. The runt barely noticed, too occupied with the feast in front of him, and Hizashi couldn’t help but giggle softly as he watched the tiny body scarf down the delicacy like it had never seen food before.

Even as quick as the kitty devoured the snack, Shouta was faster, knocking out 10 claws like nobody’s business before moving to the hind legs. This was easier, harder for the cat to pull away, and Hizashi just kissed and cuddled the tiny meow-machine, taking note of a very thin patch of sparse white hair right between his eyes.

“Check the sex?” Hizashi asked, and Shouta hummed in thought, crouched by the fuzzball’s stubby, restless legs.

“Male, I think… But it’s too early to tell. His fur’s a bit long there.”

“Cute little thing,” Hizashi remarked and Shouta agreed.

“Had to chase him through that little stream down off of 6th street, little bastard. He was a shivering mess by the time I caught him. Good thing I was in uniform because otherwise, my socks would have been soaked through in no time.” At that, Hizashi snuck a disapproving glance at Shouta’s boots and grimaced, seeing the layers of mud caked on that he had undoubtedly dragged through the entire house. But it was all inconsequential; Shouta would clean the mess tomorrow, and they’d have a new kitten, one that would make them both incredibly happy, and that happiness would be tenfold for Hizashi because seeing Shouta have something to fawn over was pure bliss.

“I love you, baby,” Hizashi says sweetly, and Shouta almost blushes, despite the ring weighing heavy on his finger that proves that statement indefinitely. “You have such a sweet soul, and I cherish you, my love. Look at this sweet little life you saved.”

Shouta takes the trash from Hizashi’s hand and discards it, closing in around Hizashi and the kitten to place a kiss on his forehead and then the kitten’s. “Thank you for always putting up with my bullshit.” Hizashi snorts at that, setting the kitten on the countertop to finish drying it meticulously so it doesn’t go into shock from the temperature change. Shouta takes that as his cue to go and gather up some miscellaneous supplies: a litter box here, a tunnel there, some bowls for food and water, some toys. Hizashi returns to finishing his moisturizing routine, and he still has a few emails to send out, so he draws the bathroom double doors shut and plops down onto the bed, pulling his laptop into his lap.

The sound of bells ring as a ball gets tossed around the bathroom and paws softly hitting the floor with rambunctious acrobatics bring a smile to Hizashi’s lips. It isn’t long before he can’t help but put work aside to leave for tomorrow, curiosity getting the best of him as he opens back up those double doors.

All he can do is stare for a while, a smile sitting permanently on his face as he takes in the sight of a still fully dressed Eraserhead sitting in his master bathroom, knees laid to his side with a pole in one hand, a feather dangling from a string attached to it and a little bell that rings with each and every turn and twist of the toy. The kitten leaps up in the air, trying to capture the enticing green feather, but it quickly shimmies away, skittering across the floor. The kitten goes pouncing, and Shouta wears a satisfied grin, not even noticing his husband in the doorway as he swings the toy back and forth, content doing only this for all of the night.

“You should probably try to rest, love. Work early tomorrow morning…”

“I know,” he agrees, tone amiable as he continues to hype up the little kitten. “I’ll come to bed soon.” Hizashi only smiles knowingly, making his way over to give Shouta another kiss. Shouta leans into this one, capturing Hizashi’s lips as they come closer to his.

Yep, Hizashi considers to himself, I have the cutest husband on the entire planet. And he’s happy for it.

[joeys-piano]

Drafting Snapshot

I notice I haven't done a great job at writing scenery for a few years now, and so my current project is crammed with it as I retrain that muscle again. Keeping it real simple to start. Not too many scenes I need to work. Just going at it like a concept artist, I guess.

Test Scene / getting a baseline of where my scenery writing is right now, so lets write about rain!

It was raining soup and dumplings the morning Lu Guang rode him to school. Because ‘cats and dogs’, and ‘cats and ducks’, and cats and animals you’d substitute with a lot, would maul the gutters until they’re bursting. With piss and feathers, fur and blood—and the sort of awfuls even a butcher would’ve hosed off than rather not. And that was apparently an American thing: to say it’s raining, and rained a lot. But ‘soup and dumplings’ was more inviting—it was a heavy rain meant for summer. It was the sweet chill of biting a cherry while your sandal’s floating off. Like a raft, like a leaf, only to catch on around your toes. Or circling, ‘round and ‘round, like a soap sud down the drain.

Raining Scene /how is this any different from the above it? It's a rainy scene, but zoomed out.

Street flooding throughout the district was as typical as it gets—it starts with belches. Refusals. The unbuttoning, the undone. The wafer napkin coming wet—but not from eating, but the sweat. Because the cobbling narrows were the first—the backstreets, every shortcut, and the dead end little squares and apartments set for business. Every clothes line a transaction: trading paperclips for a knife, fried tofu skin for a sewing kit, what could fit well inside a pail. Once those were done for, then the shop lines. Once you were halfway within your store, trying to beat out all the strays with a broomstick and a sandal, then the roads swell. Then the streets—and then the main ones with a gutter. Think ten of them down a block, each refusing a bite of dinner. That was typical—in the summer, and early autumn, the edge of spring, and sometimes during the winters when it was warm enough to even rain.

Indoor Scene / I like indoor scenes where there a lot of windows because you have extra dimensions to play around with the mood.

After pulling it out of an old box full of Qiao Ling’s little knick knacks, Cheng Xiaoshi came down the stairs to the sun room for a towel. The folded ones were like a platter full of cheong fun without the sauce, but full of lavender and something dry if you smelled one. Detergent. So he grabbed one, the first one, the most crooked one off the pile, and pressed it close for him to smell as he gazed out through the window. And all around him—every window was a bright shade turning blue, wandering shadows make their move as the sunlight prepares to break, and there aren’t the usual signs that a storm’s riding horseback to crash a party. There are no clouds, for one thing. Or wispies—contrails. Sure, it’s windy. It’s nothing special. There’s nothing out there to say it’ll rain. And yet it might, Lu Guang told him, and yet it might. It might as well.

Rainy Scene Part 2 / This one is an adaptation of the test scene, but now written in a style that matches with the rest of the story I'm telling.

He remembered the morning he got to school on the back of Lu Guang’s rickety bike; it’d been raining soup and dumplings from the first stove turning hot. So at four—five. Maybe earlier. It started to flood. The entire district was a platter full of cheong fun and soy sauce—and Cheng Xiaoshi was a filling on the outskirts of his noodle, rocking back and forth like a child above the seaside near his home. Catching his sandals in the waves, opening and closing the door behind him, hearing his mother, and then his father, and tapping an umbrella against his shoulder. And that was the last time he heard himself ask his father what he was doing.

Rainy Scene Part 2 but different / Sometimes you also have to learn how to write a scene description, but keep it succinct. So here was that attempt as I was doing things. This little paragraph is a transition between two story beats, and I love that for it.

It was raining—soup and dumplings. His umbrella was a fucking useless, like a plastic fork of obligation when he was just fine with a pair of chopsticks.

So that's it. I'm still working on this, and I might be finished with it by next weekend. I don't know yet. But I'm trucking along with this story and am enjoying the little things that help it pop out in my imagination!

[ventiswampwater]

Re: Send Me a Character post:

oh THERE he is. the soggy one. god. he's so pathetic. SO sopping wet. sigh. men u wanna hang out to dry on a laundry line in the warm afternoon light......................................

first impression: what u doin w/that box boy???? whomst u got in there?? also how tf are u readin the bible in this dark ass room??? ur straining ur eyes. love how he's perfectly nailed that slightly embarrassed and 100% awkward smile that (especially youth) pastors have. it's uncanny.

impression now: damn, the horror really was for love wasn't it??? the horror was for fucking LOVE. I'm gonna throw up. shut the fuck up. the horror was for love. sick. SICK. sick.

also. he's 100% the humanized version of that one pic of the cat under the showerhead.

favorite moment: I really love his ash wednesday sermon in episode two tbh!! his devotion comes across as absolute—in a slightly nervous self-effacing way. and that's the source of his charisma and speaks to how he's able to grab such a hold on the island. it's all in the way that the people of crockett perceive his vulnerability!!! you buy what he's selling bc he comes across as completely authentic. he's compelling and passionate and it's so...............AAAAAAA

at points throughout, his voice wavers and it seems like he's being taken over by emotion. the words he's saying have WEIGHT to him and it's just v oof. v OOF. like???? "even out of blackness, love rises again. even out of sin. and this island, it will rise again. even out of disaster, rebirth, restoration, eternal life."

JUST?????? ugh. OOF. it's as much a sermon for those attending the mass as it is for himself. SICK. ill over it tbh. it's SUCH a gorgeous little bit of characterization oml.

also, ANY scene where he's in jeans. father..........if I speak......... ahem!! when he's sad and bloated w/blood. sitting pathetically on the floor like a miserable lil tick. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh BOY

idea for a story: truly no thoughts head empty. just priest in jeans. probably includes him on his knees for the majority of the fic. sprinkle in an absolute fuckton of catholic guilt. HE'S the conquest. everyone in the equation is being weird about it. maybe somebody grabs him by his hair. while he's on his knees. who knows. certainly not I, ofc. 😌🙏

unpopular opinion: honestly, I haven't ventured into the depths of the MM fandom to know what the hot takes are. SO, odds are this is not unpopular at ALL. but. if anyone out there. is writing porn w/this man being super domineering. I rebuke that in the name of slutty pathetic vampires EVERYWHERE.

favorite relationship: OH, his relationship and interactions w/riley 100%. definitely the most compelling parts of the show imo!! enthralled w/the way their choices parallel each other and diverge??? v scrumptious good fuckin food right there 🤌✨

favorite headcanon: bc of a late night convo w/the actual loml poki (@raccoonspooky), I'm obsessed w/the idea of him going on a shopping spree post-vampire glow-up. bc his grandpa clothes will not do for this scheme he's cooking up. peepaw awkwardly meandering into hollister. aeropostale. to get himself some new fits for his upcoming hotpriest antics 💀 kills me

[honeydewmuses]

@canon-fcdder said:

“ everyone else is my sworn fucking enemy and i’m gonna bury them in the ground.” Dave says as he huffily stands at Clyde’s front door, all normal greetings thrust aside in favor of that declaration. Soaked with what appears to be dirty water, clothes hang heavily on him and thick hair is littered with small leaves. Already crusting with dirt, he still wipes at his face with his dripping sleeve.

❝ Only the Anime Club, my grandparents, and our cats will be saved from my wrath… Even God itself is going to face my undying fury. ❞ Yes, he got soaked by a speeding car while walking to the club meeting. Yes he was then knocked off balance by a dog, directly into some bushes. Yes he is sore and dirty and wet and a bit on the agitated side. Yes he could have turned around and went home to change, but it was already long walk to get here and he didn’t want to be late… Besides, he just needs a towel or something to dry off. He can handle feeling a bit uncomfortable in dirt-stained clothes.

It’d hardly be the first time he had to deal with something of the sort. - (( And here’s a lad having some Bad Luck but who also is too tired to actively Do Something About It khnkhbjg ))

The first thing Clyde notices when he opens the door is that it is not fair how Cool Dave still looks good when he’s messy and wet and pissed. The second is that he probably is very uncomfortable right now, and a good friend would do something about that. And the third is that if Clyde’s mom knows he’s bringing people who are wet and dirty into the house, he is gonna be grounded for at least a week.

“Oh. Um, hi. Do you want me to make you some hot chocolate or anything?”

Clyde’s not entirely sure that it would help, but he doesn’t have much else to offer.

“I’ll get you a towel, too. But it’s gonna have to be one of the ones we use for the cat. Sorry. My mom is particular about this stuff. I’ll. Uh. Find one that we just washed.”

Luckily enough, the box they keep that stuff in is right by the door, and it only takes a bit of rummaging to find something clean.

“Actually, you probably have time to shower, if you want. And then you could use a towel for people instead of one for the cat.

“I mean, Mort’s mom made him go to the post office with her and Mark is asleep on the couch downstairs cause he had a headache. So it’s basically just me and you until Mort shows up.

“Um, I could loan you clothes. That are clean. Or I don't have to. You’re fine if you’re not feeling it.”

Clyde would have made the same offer to any of his friends. He’s sure of it. Yet the thought of Dave in his clothes has him warm in the face and anxiously fidgeting with his shirt. Which makes no sense, cause it's just Dave. His coolest friend, yeah, but still just his friend. Whatever. No point in overthinking it. The best thing to do is probably just to stop talking.

“Y’know. Whatever works.”

[yuulina-vre]

Stray

Summary: Y/N finds a hurt stray and takes it in. Things... happen.

Pairing: Steve x Bucky, platonic Bucky x Reader

Word count: 4108 words

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The bakery is just around the corner. It’s raining buckets, but there’s nothing that you can do against your craving. So, you grab your rain jacket and quickly make your way out of the old house. Your grandmother would probably turn in her grave if she could see what you made out of her beautiful garden. Not that you don’t want it to bloom with all kinds of flowers, but the time and care it needs to keep beautiful is not fitting in your schedule. Busy workdays and too few free hours make it difficult to care for most of the garden. At least you manage to keep her favorite roses alive so far. They were her absolute pride.

You start running immediately as the first droplets hit you. A shiver runs down your spine. The weather’s cold, and the rain feels freezing cold on the skin of your face. The jacket’s doing nothing in keeping you dry but Cinnamon rolls. You need them. Right now!

You run down the street, trying to avoid the massive puddles on the sidewalk though you could have just run right through them. A car passes you, driving right through a puddle, and your lower half is soaked with cold rainwater in a matter of a second. “Oh, man.” You look down at yourself. Everything is wet and dirty. You guess you’re a look of pure misery. Trudging forward, you make it to the bakery. With a relieved sigh, you open the door and step inside. Thankfully it’s warm inside, but the relief just stays for a second. The moment you really focus on the room, you see an extensive line in front of the counter, and all desks are occupied.

Many people have sought refuge here, keeping themselves warm and dried up. With another sigh, you walk to the end of the line, hoping there will be rolls left for you. Really, just one would do.

While you wait, you study the board with today’s recommendations, but nothing sounds appealing, so you keep yourself busy by gazing around and exploring the people. A few students have taken up places at tables with textbooks and laptops out, a few cups of coffee standing around to keep them awake. An elderly couple sits at another table by the window, gazing outside and watching the rain. You hear snippets of conversations. Some people complain about the rain, others over coworkers. “Mommy, look! A kitty!” The exclamation of a child turns your focus to the other side of the room. A little boy, not older than maybe three years, is pulling on his mother’s sleeve, hoping to get her attention. “Yeah, how cute. Now sit down, dear.” The woman doesn’t even look up from her phone to acknowledge her child. “But mama, look!” The boy continues pulling on his mother’s sleeve while she sips mindlessly on her coffee. “Mommy. It’s hurt. Can we take it home?”

“Noel. Sit down now!” The mother glares at the child, that instantly pouts but sits down, sipping on a juice box. He still gazes outside, eyes fixing on something you can’t see from your angle.

The line moves forward at a snail’s pace, but you’re a step closer to the counter. Your mind stays on the cat. If the boy sees one and it is hurt, then the poor thing is soaking wet in the freezing rain. Maybe it won’t make it, depending on the injury. Lately, there have been rumors about people hurting cats and dogs, not stopping from strays or dogs with homes. Maybe the poor fella got hurt due to some of those people. “Hello, what can I do for you?”

“Oh.” The voice of the young girl behind the counter smiles at you, ripping your focus away from the furry thing outside. “Eh… two cinnamon rolls, please.”

“Something else?”

“No. I think that’s it.” The girl nods, telling you the price and bagging the treats up. You’re paying, collecting your goodies, and are almost out of the bakery as your eyes catch the boy again. He’s still looking out the window. You’re not much of a cat person, but still, you find yourself walking toward the boy. “Hey, sweetie. I heard what you said. Can you show me where the cat is?”

Now does the woman look up, eying you suspiciously, but she stays silent. The boy, though, starts smiling widely and nods, pointing out the window. “I saw it in the alley. It was all black, but one leg was white. It’s cute.” The smile vanishes a bit, and a frown replaces it. “It was limping.”

“Okay. Thank you. I’ll see if I can find it.” You smile again at the boy, giving the mother a small smile too, but she’s already back at her phone. Shaking your head, you walk outside into the rain again, the bag with your treats stuffed into the jacket as you round the bakery to find where the boy pointed. The alley is dark; only a bit of light shines into it. You walk past some dumpsters, looking under and behind them but come up empty-handed. “Huh. Maybe the cats’ gone.” You’re just about to turn around again as a sad-sounding mewl sounds to your ears. Following the sound, it leads you to the end of the galley. There, huddled in the corner, you finally see it. It’s a beautiful black cat, one leg white, just as the boy said. “Hello, little fella.” You crouch down to not frighten the poor cat. For a moment, you just stare at each other. “Someone said you’re hurt. Can I look at you?” Carefully, you stretch your hand out. The cat cowers lower, scrambling deeper into the corner. “It’s all right. I won’t do anything. I’m here to help you.” Your fingertips gently brush over the tiny head. The cat lets out a weakened meow, but its fear is noticeable. As gently as you can, you pick the soaked fluffball up. It doesn’t struggle much in your hold but meows steadily. You manage a small look at all hits limbs and find a gash in its left shoulder and one just right above the tiny white paw. “You poor guy.” You hold the cat closer to your chest, hoping to warm it up. The fur is ice cold, and you can feel the cat shivering now that you’re holding him. You carry him out of the alley as fast as you dare, gently lifting him with a smile to the boy, indicating that you have found him. The child beams at you with a laugh, again running to its mother and pulling on the sleeve, but she’s still more interested in her phone. You continue walking, hoping to get home as fast as you can.

It takes almost five minutes for you to get to your house. Clumsily you fiddle with your key to open the door while balancing the cat in your arm. He has gotten still and silent in the last few minutes, which worries you a bit. Glancing down at the black feline, you finally manage to get the door to open and rush inside, kicking it close behind you. You step out of your shoes and walk directly to your bathroom, not caring that you’re getting water all over the floor.

You close the door behind you, trapping yourself and the cat in the room, then gently lowering the small creature into the tub. You get out of your rain jacket, carelessly letting it fall to the floor before concentrating on the small furry friend. He’s thankfully not dead, but he’s not moving much. He looks around, lying flat on the ground, eyes big, ears a bit flat, and tail snug around its body. He’s clearly afraid, and you can’t blame him. You probably would be just as scared if a big someone would just pick you up and carry you around. “Hey, little one. It’s alright. I just want to help you, okay?” The cat looks at you then, and a pitiful meow leaves its snout. “I know, but it’s over quickly. I promise.” Well, that’s a lie. Before you can even help the poor guy, you must call a vet and ask what to do. Also, you need to buy some stuff like a litter box and litter, food, a bed, and maybe some toys. “I’ll be right back,” you promise, and leave the scared creature behind.

Four days ago, you found the feline and took him to the vet. He has a bandage around his paw to help the cut heal, and he got stitches on his shoulder. He kept his distance from you at first. Instead, strolling around your house to inspect every little corner, but to your surprise, each night, he would jump onto your bed and roll into a small donut at your feet. You try to shower him with love and treats, and somehow you feel he likes every second of it. He slowly warms up to you.

You sit on your couch, reading an article on your phone, as something wet touches the hand on your lap. You almost jump out of your skin. You haven’t heard anything, but as you look down, you’re met with steel blue eyes and a tiny meow. “Oh, hey.” You smile at the cat, gently lifting your hand to scratch behind its ears, and he lets you. You managed that before, but to your surprise, he actually starts purring and climbs onto your lap, where he quickly forms a purring donut. “Oh, I see how it is.” You chuckle, amused, and continue stroking your hand through the black fur, ignoring your article for the moment. The purring slowly makes room for silent snores as he falls asleep on your lap. That had never happened before. But it makes you very happy. He really has warmed up to you now. “A nap sounds nice.” Carefully, you lift your fluffy friend. He wakes but doesn’t move though he does meow in protest. You lie down as fast as you can, placing him on your chest. He stands up, though, and you worry he’s going to leave but instead, he circles himself a bit, pawing on your chest and settling back into a donut. A giggle leaves your lips, your hand continuing to stroke him as if on autopilot. You don’t remember falling asleep.

The moment you wake up, it’s to pain on your tummy. You startle up, the heavy weight on your chest falling down. Your furry friend stretched and embedded its claws into your skin. And now he’s even as cheeky to look at you offended. Shaking your head with a groan, your hand rubbing over the stinging spots on your stomach, you get up, stretching yourself. You probably should go grocery shopping now. You haven’t left the house much since you took your friend in; since you’re able to work from home, it wasn’t that much of a trouble. But still, you shoved shopping to the back of your things to do, and now you’re left with an empty fridge. “Alright, sweetness. I’m quickly heading out, but I’m back in half an hour, okay?” The cat just stares at you from his spot on the floor, where he lies down, seemingly unimpressed. Chuckling, you walk to the entrance, get in your shoes and leave the house. The little guy probably considers how much trouble he can get into while you’re gone. Though, so far, he has behaved pretty well. He never scratched anything he wasn’t supposed to and didn’t pee or poop somewhere. It’s flowing for you two. You wander along the street, thinking about what to do with your friend. You know he’s a stray and that he's probably happy outside. Getting food might be trouble, but he has freedom you can’t give him. On the other hand, you would like to keep him. It’s nice to have someone there with you, comforting even.

You hurry through the grocery store, grabbing what you need and even a bit more. You’re fully stocked on cat food for the next decade and still find yourself wandering the pet aisle. If someone were to ask you, you would have no idea how the food and toys got in your cart. They just did. The way back home is a bit slower since the bags are heavier than you hoped. The way back home takes twice as long like this. You still try to hurry home, not knowing what your friend is up to while you’re gone. Is he lonely? Is he destroying your furniture?

All your thoughts stop the moment you reach the house and make your way to the door. There’s a cat at the doorstep. It’s a beautiful orange one, slightly striped. He to as blue eyes, but the look he gives you is full of anger. Can a cat look angry? You see movement from the corner of your eyes, and your breathing halts as you turn your head. The orange one is not the only cat. There are more on your doorstep’s right and left side, lingering in the garden. It must be twenty or so. “Eh… Hi?” Uncertain, you look around, deciding what to do. Should you run for it and get inside as fast as possible? Should you leave your bag and run away, returning later when the cats hopefully are gone?

Eyes zero back to the orange cat as it stands up to walk a few steps up to you. Its eyes stay fixed on your face, and you can’t shake the feeling that the small creature is judging you. You contemplate crouching down, but then something happens you only ever dreamed of. The cat talks. “You’ve captured my husband, human. What are your demands for his release?”

For a moment, you say nothing, just stare, but then the cat’s words register in your mind. “I-I’m sorry, what?” You stare at the cat, and it’s staring back at you. It almost feels like a contest. “I don’t have any demands.”

“So, you won’t release him from your capture?” The cats’ fur stays up a bit, obviously agitated. “I… Wait a second. Capture? I captured no one.” Are you arguing with a cat? Are you losing your mind? Probably.

“Then why is he trapped in your home? Why hasn’t he returned home for a week.”

“Because he’s hurt.”

“You hurt him?!” It’s almost a loud screech that you startle and look around to see if someone noticed you talking to a cat. The surrounding cats close in on you now, and you feel they are preparing for an attack. “Listen, eh… whatever your name is. I did nothing but try to help him.”

“Liar.”

“Hey! Stop accusing me of things!” The cat starts growling, but Y/N ignores it. He might be a talking cat, but that still doesn’t give him the right to be unfriendly. “If you don’t believe me, I’m okay showing you, but your friends stay outside. Also, can you turn your voice down? No need to scare the neighbors.” The cat does look startled all of a sudden. You ignore him now and step around him to unlock your front door. You contemplate leaving it open, but with all the cats, you rather have it closed. So, you only turn once and look at the cat. “Are you coming or not?” You never saw a cat nod, and you hope you never will again. It just looks strange. The cat scrambles instantly and follows you inside. The door closes just as you hear a high-pitched scream. “Bucky!”

“Stevie?” Loud purring fills the hall as the black cat – Bucky- gets tackled by the other one. He licks over every open space he can reach, and you’re half tempted to remind him of the stitches, but then again, they’re talking cats. What use is it to remind them of something like that? They can just talk about it together. Instead of watching the two reunite, you pass them to the kitchen, depositing the groceries and storing them away. You’re almost ready as your hand touches the toys and food you brought. “Guess I don’t need that then.” You don’t throw them in the trash but store them in one cabinet you rarely use. Maybe you donate it to a shelter or something. You turn back around but stop in your tracks. On the floor where seconds before two cats were mingled sit, two grown men intervened in a hug. The blonde one lets his hand wander over the skin of the brunette. You notice the bandage of the hurt paw on the floor, but the brunette has some stitches and blood on the shoulder, and his hand is at an angle as if it still hurts. A sound must have slipped you because the men both turn to you. The brunette, Bucky, you assume, looks at you with a sheepish smile. He’s the black cat; he has the same look in his eyes. The other man blushes deeply, though, trying to have some decency. He turns a bit to cover his intimate parts. “Ookay.” You drag the word slowly, inching away and past them, trying to get to the door. You’re insane; that’s what’s happening. This isn’t normal. You probably got hit by a car, and now you’re lying somewhere, dreaming a bunch of stuff together. “I’ll just… eh… yeah.” You gesture to the front door. You’ll leave and never come back. The moment you’re past them, you almost fall into a sprint. However, you don’t come far as a hand tightens around your wrist. “Stay, please. Let me explain.”

The naked blonde has you captured. Your gaze falls down his body, and you notice that he’s pretty built, among other things. Now you feel your face heat up and quickly close your eyes. “Y/N.” The voice is softer and from farther away. You dare to look past Stevie’s head and at the brunette, careful to let your eyes stay on his face. “Please, sit on the couch. I like to explain.”

“I tell Sam to get some clothes. My name’s Steve, by the way.” The blonde flashes you a smile and quickly steps past you to open the door. He murmurs something, and the door closes again. You’re so overwhelmed and don’t know what to do now. Should you sit with two strange naked men that are talking cat? Or should you search for the next best facility to take you in? You shouldn’t have gone through all these all-nighters.

You find yourself nodding, but you walk past Bucky and to the stairs, slowly climbing them up. You hear the soft padding of naked feet to follow you, though they stop at the end of the stairs. “Where are you going?” His voice sounds uncertain. For a moment, it’s like a bit of worry swings within it. “Bedroom. Call me if you’re dressed.” You don’t look back, sparing both of you the embarrassment.

For twenty long minutes, you sit on your bed, staring at the carpet that desperately needs a wash. You can’t wrap your head around what just happened. Each explanation is worse than the other. The only logical one is that you actually turned mad now. A knock gets you out of your pointless spiraling thoughts. The door opens enough for Bucky to stick his head inside the room. “We’re dressed, so if you like… I mean, we could…explain?” He sounds as uncertain as you feel. You nod numbly and get up though you don’t step forward. Your gaze fixes on the hand he’s holding the door with. It’s his left one. “I-is your hand okay? Your shoulder?”

“Oh, eh. Yeah. It does hurt a bit. The shoulder’s worse. I popped a few stitches.” You nod and follow him in silence. You never thought you would feel uncomfortable in your own home, but from Bucky’s face and Steve’s look, you guess they’re not holding up any better. You sit on your couch, Bucky and Steve beside you, holding hands as if to keep each other from fleeing. You could use someone who holds your hand now. “Well, erm… I should probably apologize.” Steve blushes lightly, and you just nod numbly. “I-I’m really sorry, but most people aren’t kind to strays, and with Bucky being my husband, I’m even more worried about him.” He quickly falls into a ramble until the brunette stops him with a hand squeeze.

The explanation Steve and Bucky give you is even more hair-raising than you have thought. Shapeshifter. You only ever heard about things like that in fantasy books or movies. You don’t know if you should believe them but on the other hand. They were cats second before you went to the kitchen; suddenly, they are men. To say that it turns even more awkward then is an understatement. You can see that the men are worried you’re not believing them and run to the next police station to file a report, but on the other hand, how can you not with the evidence you have? You just need time; you reassure them. Bucky then uses his time to thank you profoundly before they both get up to go. You have to admit you’re a bit sad. You got used to the tiny creature sleeping next to you and snuggling whenever it was the most unwanted but needed. You wave them goodbye, noticing that all the cats have left your garden already. You watch the men walk down the street until they’re out of sight. You’re left with our thoughts and confusion. Not knowing what to do, you decide a nap might help. It’s still early, but suddenly you feel tired. So to bed, you go.

It’s a few days later That you get startled out of a nap. A consistent scratch on the back door, that doesn’t let up, gets you finally going. You heave yourself up from the couch, your gaze fleetingly wandering to the cat bed that you still haven’t gotten rid of. It’s a habit that will take you a while to lose. With a queasy feeling in your stomach, you walk past it to the back door and open it. Deep down, you figure you knew who it was but still seeing him in front of you is a shock. “What are you doing here?” Before your feet sits the black cat, all healed up. Bucky meows up to you, and a smaller-sounding meow follows. Steve comes up behind his husband, sitting right next to him, rubbing his head under his chin while gazing up at you. “Eh… Do you… want to come in?” The cat’s come in, none of them bothering with vocalizing. Bucky instantly jumps on the couch's backrest, getting comfortable in the sun's rays, and letting his fur be warmed up. Steve also jumps on the couch, though he stays put on the spot sitting and waiting for you to join him. His eyes are spying on you while you walk through the room. You feel uncomfortable under his gaze, as well as pretty confused. You thought you would see the men never again. “Eh… is- is something wrong?”

“No,” Steve answers while Bucky just swishes his tail. “Okay.” You sit down, wringing your fingers together until Steve walks up to you, front paws on your thigh. “Bucky told me all about what you did again and explained he wants to visit. Color me curious. I want to see what he likes about you so much.”

“Eh…” You don’t really know what to say, your gaze switching from the ginger cat to the black one. Bucky finally lifts his head from his paws to gaze at you. “What he means is we like to visit you. If you’re alright with it.”

“Oh, eh, sure.” Both cats rumble with their purring, seemingly pleased by your answer. For the next few minutes, each cat curls up in their spots until Steve speaks up again. “Would you mind us coming by in human form?”

“I don’t think so.” You furrow your brows, thinking about it.  No, you certainly wouldn’t mind. Actually, it might be nice to have someone over from time to time. Again, the room is doused in silence as Steve’s nose nudges your hand for pats, and Bucky sleeps away. You notice his shoulder looking much better. Content at where you are, you sink back into the cushions, thinking about the impossible that happened to you. You’re glad you went out that day.

[phoenix-downer]

Cat Rescue Chapter 2: Caring for Kitty

Sora/Kairi. Post-canon. Romance, fluff, kitten shenanigans, and nursing said kitten back to health. ~1900 words. For @angel-with-a-pipette.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

“This should warm you up, little one,” Kairi said as she wrapped a warm water bottle in a towel and put it next to the kitten. Sora would be back soon with the formula, but the kitten needed to be warm enough before she could be fed. Kairi had found a spare box in the closet and transformed it into a nice little nest with blankets and towels for the kitten. The poor thing couldn’t be much older than a week old. Her eyes were blue and she was struggling to keep them open, and any attempts at movement were wobbles and crawls.

Mewwwww, she said, and Kairi gently stroked her fur. “We’ll feed you soon,” she promised, “and tomorrow we’ll take you to the vet, okay?” She frowned. “I’m sorry you lost your mom, but we’ll take good care of you.” 

The door to the apartment opened, and Sora called, “I’m back.” The rain was really pouring outside now, and when she went to the hall to greet him, water was dripping down his face and from his hair, and he shivered and sneezed. The bags in his arms were mostly dry though, and she took them from him and kissed his cheek. 

“You’re home, and now you’re going to take a nice hot bath before you catch a cold.” 

“But dinner—” he protested as he removed his squelching shoes and soaked socks. 

“—can wait because I’ve already drawn you a bath,” she teased. “In the meantime, I’ll prep kitty’s food.” 

His expression softened. “Okay. I’ll make it quick so I can finish chopping the veggies and get started on the soup.” 

“Just so long as you’re warm.” 

He grinned and ran his hand through his hair. “With you around, I always am.” 

She ducked her head and giggled, then playfully nudged him. “You flirt, you’re making me want to join you in the bath.”

“That’s the idea,” he said with a wink, “but you’re a cat mom now and I’m a cat dad, and there is one very hungry kitten calling for her parents.”

As if on cue, a MEWWWWWWW sounded from the direction of the kitchen. 

“Right, I need to feed her quickly, she must be starving,” Kairi said, then bustled into the kitchen with the things Sora had bought. Along with the groceries, there was kitten formula and a couple of bottles as well as a brush to clean everything with. Sora had picked up a heating lamp too, which she unboxed and plugged in to keep the kitten warm. Then she grabbed a scale to weigh the formula powder with, a funnel to get the powder into the bottle, and a couple of pans to sterilize and heat the bottles. Next she cut an “X” in the tip of the nipples with scissors and tested each one of them to make sure they were the right size.

She’d worked for the vet clinic back home, and her hard-earned knowledge was serving her well here.

Time to sterilize the bottles. She filled the first pan with water and added them, then turned on the heat till the water was boiling. Next she checked the formula container and measured out the right amount of powder with the little plastic measuring cup that came with the formula, then used the funnel to lower the powder into one of the bottles and added water. 

“Okay, now I’ve gotta heat this up,” she said, then filled the other pan with warm water and placed the bottle in it. As she waited for it to warm up, she went to their bedroom to find one of Sora’s old, oversized t-shirts to put over her clothes while she fed the kitty. 

As she pulled it over her head, she felt his arms go around her. “Boo,” he said, his voice playful as he hugged her close. 

“Did that bath warm you up?” she asked with a giggle, the t-shirt only halfway down her head. 

“Mhmmmm,” was his response as he helped her get the t-shirt pulled down the rest of the way. “Thank you for that. But I can think of something else that would warm me up even more…” 

“You or me?” she teased. “You’re the one who’s as warm as a space heater when you’re not soaking wet from the rain.”

“Both of us,” he said, very seriously even while his eyes danced. 

She giggled again. “Put on some clothes you goofball, you’ll catch a cold if you wander around the apartment in just a towel.” 

He scratched his cheek and sighed dramatically. “Well, you see, you stole the shirt I was gonna wear tonight, and I assume it’ll forever be used to feed our cat child with…” 

She reached into their drawers and pulled out another t-shirt, a pair of boxers, and pajama pants, then tossed the clothes at him. Naturally he caught them with ease. 

“There,” she said. “Now get dressed, I have a kitten to feed and you have some soup to finish making.” 

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a grin, already pulling the shirt over his head. 

Kairi went to check on the bottle, and it was warm enough now. Kitten was warm enough too thanks to the towel, blankets, and heat lamp. Kairi washed her hands and gently lifted kitten out of her nest. Mewwww, mewwwww, came the kitten’s voice, and Kairi smiled and said, “I know, you won’t be hungry for much longer.” 

She set kitten on her tummy and grabbed the bottle, then gently opened kitty’s mouth and moved the bottle closer. Kitty latched onto the bottle and began feeding, and Kairi smiled. 

“There you go, that’s much better, isn’t it?” she said softly, and kitty kneaded her tiny paws on the towel as she drank from the bottle. A few droplets of formula dribbled down her chin because she was feeding so eagerly.

“She’s precious,” Sora said from behind Kairi. “I think I’m gonna melt from cuteness overload.” 

“Yeah,” Kairi said, smiling softly at the kitten. She glanced at Sora, who was looking at the kitten with the most adorable expression on his face. “Here, watch how I feed her so you can try next time,” she told him. “She’s so little we’ll probably have to feed her every 2-3 hours for several days.” 

“Oh man, we’re not gonna sleep much tonight, are we? It’s like having an actual baby.”

She smiled. “Guess it’s good practice for the future then, huh?” 

Sora was silent, and her smile got bigger. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at me when I’ve held this kitten like you’re imagining I’m holding a baby instead. And I’ve caught you staring at the baby aisle in the grocery store and at every family we pass that has kids too.” 

He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” she said, carefully adjusting kitty’s bottle so that it was still at the right angle. “It’s only natural to plan for the future, and it’s been obvious for a while now that you’ve got baby fever,” she teased.

“Maybe I do,” he mumbled. “But that can all wait a few more years.” 

“It can,” she said softly, “but sometimes life springs these little surprises on you,” she said, indicating kitty. “Let’s just take things one day at a time.” 

“Right.” Sora was silent again as he watched her feed the kitten. 

“Grab that towel for me, will you?” she said presently. “I think she’s about done, and then I’ll need to burp her.” 

Bubbles were forming around her mouth, and her little tummy was very round now. A successful feeding, and so Kairi burped her and took care of other things before putting her to bed. Soon kitty was fast asleep, fed and warm and content.

“Look at her,” Sora said as he peered into her box, two bowls of soup in his hands. “She’s purr-fect.”

Kairi giggled as she cleaned up the mess she and kitty had made. “She is. Our little bundle of joy.” 

“Purrito,” he said as he set the bowls on the table. “You wrapped her up in that towel like a little burrito earlier and she was purring and it was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Her name is Purrito.” 

Kairi giggled again and took the feeding t-shirt off, carefully placing it in a pile next to kitty’s box. “That can be her nickname. As for her actual name… hmmmm, let’s see.” She thought back, back to a specific memory and had just the idea. “You know, when she’s all grown up, her eyes will likely be yellow. Black cat, yellow eyes, what does that remind you of?” 

He raised an eyebrow. “You can’t be serious. We are not naming our cat after the Heartless—” 

“Not the Heartless, you,” she said, gently poking his chest. “When you turned into a Heartless to save me. That’s what she reminds me of.” 

“You thought I was this cute and helpless?” he asked, crossing his arms and faking a pout. His eyebrows gave him away though—they were going crazy as they tried to capture his sass. 

She bit her lip, her mouth twitching. “I mean, you kinda were, all the other Heartless were ganging up on you…” 

“And then you saved me,” he said, a soft smile on his face as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you.”

She smiled and cupped his cheek. “My pleasure,” she said softly, then kissed him. “And for the record,” she murmured into his ear afterwards, “you were cute and helpless then, but you are anything but now.” 

She smiled and winked, and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her this time. It was a very nice kiss, and if it weren’t for their bowls of soup and growling stomachs, they would’ve continued. But they were both very hungry and the soup was just the thing to sate their appetites, so it was time for dinner. 

Afterwards, Sora grabbed the spare futon from the closet and spread it out on the floor in the living room. They were gonna have to wake up often to feed kitty, so might as well be close to the kitchen and all the necessary supplies. Plus, this way they could check on her easily without disturbing her nest. The steady pattering of rain sounded outside their apartment as Kairi spread blankets over the futon and grabbed a couple of pillows. Sora lit a fire in the fireplace to make things cozy, then started a pillow fight that wound up with them rolling around together in a heap of giggles. 

He neatly pinned her arms down and said, “I win,” a triumphant grin on his face as he hovered over her. He was so warm, and her heart thudded in her chest as she tried to catch her breath… both from the pillow fight and from their current position.

Thankfully, he was as affected as she was. His pupils dilated and his breathing grew ragged as he searched her eyes.

She smirked and licked her lips. “Oh really? Whatcha gonna do about it?”

“Kiss you as much as I want,” he murmured, then did just that. Kairi sighed and held him close. Life sometimes threw them curveballs, but sometimes they were very adorable curveballs, like being unexpected parents to a tiny but insistent little kitten.

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A/N: For my dear friend @angel-with-a-pipette​ in honor of her birthday yesterday! A big thank you to @scoobysnack1107 for looking over the story and providing feedback as well!

Also thank you to the websites Alley Cat and Kitten Rescue for the resources on caring for a young kitten as well as how long it takes a cat to hit certain developmental milestones.

And to everyone else, as always, thank you for reading! This story is based on a fun headcanon Alja and I have had for a long time now about Sora and Kairi adopting a stray kitten (or should I say, the stray kitten adopting them lol). I hope you liked it! There will be one more chapter after this. See you tomorrow!

[petalsxfallen]

Despite her loudly declared dislike of Christmas, Petal had once again joined the Smith family for the holiday. This time it wasn't as unexpected as the previous year, since everyone had been suspecting that she would have been their guest once again, but no one mentioned it.

No need to get on her bad side by pointing out how she seemed to enjoy the festivity deep down.

Summer and Morty had been prepared this year. They had gotten their present for her a couple of weeks in advance, which meant that they also had the time to wrap them properly.

Summer was the first to approach the Gem, dropping a purple package in her lap. There was no thread or ribbon, nothing that could suggest a connection to Christmas. Inside, there was a black T-shirt, slightly ripped on the sides and under the collar, punk style, sporting a bright pink inscription that spelled "Queen Bitch".

"Merry random day of the year," the redhead exclaimed with a giggle, clinking her beer can against Petal's, before working away to leave room to his brother, so that he too could drop off his presents.

"Uh, I-I'm not making a big deal about it, j-just I wanted to get you a present. 'C-Cause I felt like to," Morty rushed to say, very well aware that, by wording it in that way, he was definitely putting the accent on that specific occasion, but he still hoped that the pearl wouldn't call him out on it. "S-So, uh, happy...un-Christmas?"

His gift was wrapped in emerald green paper and was bigger than Summer. Under the paper, there was a cardboard box, filled with accessories for Midnight. A new bowl, some high quality dry and wet food and a few interactive toys. He knew that the Gem had never bought her feline companion anything, so he had figured that he could do it for her.

The last to approach her was Rick. The scientist dropped down next to her on the couch, wordlessly passing her a fresh can of beer, before taking a swing from his own. His free hand slipped underneath his lab coat and he pulled out two tickets written in an obscure alien language.

"I-If you wanna bail this boring shit after dinner, w-we could go and have a look at this," he offered with a shrug. It was a place he had meant to check out for a while, but he had preferred waiting to have company. It seemed the kind of thing that could be more fun with a friend.

"I-It's like a super kinky sex dungeon, b-but you can choose between sex and violence for every room you pick. P-Plenty of options. I-I know a guy who's been there, s-someone who's not easy to impress, an-and he fuckin' loved it. T-Totally worth a try, if you ask me."

@countlessrealities

Though petal would never voice it outloud she had looked forward to this celebration. Deep down her hatred for christmas came out of jealousy. Others being able to spend the holiday surrounded by others that cared about them. It took awhile for petal to accept but now she knew. She wasn't alone anymore.

Meeting the smiths had been the best thing that ever happened to her. Sure she wouldn't voice that exactly but at this point she had made her feelings known. Either by doing countless favors for the three of them or saving their asses on more than one occasion. Not to mention all the fun adventures she'd taken them on.

Petal was more than appreciative of the gift summer decided to give her. A grin stretching across her face once she ripped apart the paper. Laying her sights on the shirt in question. "Killer." She replied as she gazed admiringly at the ripped garment. "Totally fits with my style. Thanks summer." She replied before taking it and placing it in her pocket dimension for safe keeping.

"Yeah sure whatever you say morty." She responded with an eyeroll but it was clear from her more relaxed expression that she wasn't teasing him too much. A warm smile graced her features once she opened his present. "Oh nice! Midnight is gonna love this." Right on cue she reached into her gem. Pulling out the cat from her pocket dimension.

A lot of the time she just had the cat chilling in there. That way the petals inside her gem could take care of him. Plus it offered him more warmth and comfort than the cave they'd lived in for the longest time. She had only started looking for apartments now since she kinda had a new lease on life after having her memories wiped for all those months.

"Here you go little buddy. Look what morty got you." With that she just placed him in the box to chill alongside his new toys and various other cat items. So far petal had been mostly feeding him fish. Not fish flavored cat food but literal fish that she'd caught with her bare hands.

"You're a fucking lifesaver rick." She spoke as she grasped at the tickets. "I'm totally bailing with you. I just know jerry's gonna be playing the most corny christmas shit known to man. Hopefully I can play some actually half decent movies for you guys but I'm not gonna be here to suffer through your dad's worst picks." She laughed shrugging afterwards. "This might end of being one of the better christmases I've had."

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12/05/23

Dear Ponyo,

I know, I haven’t written anything in months now. Your dad and I made really great progress in accepting our loss. We’re a family of seven now — with four baby cats and a fat cat ghost wandering around pranking the others. It’s very healing to think of it this way, that death never actually parts us. It just creates an invisible plane of reality and transfers your loved one there, but the connection between you, me and dad, and your siblings were never and will never ever be severed.

Bambi got really fat and she’s 4kg in weight now. Milo is too but her long body type doesn’t make her look fat. Bambi is like a whole watermelon, and she likes it. Your dad likes to defends her by telling me it’s because the twins never finish their food so Bambi always has to step up to avoid food waste. But that’s a load of c, Bambi is really just a hungry little round fella who would trade your dad for a box of wet food and a dead bird.

The twins have warmed up to us quite nicely. Ponpon is significantly bigger than Yoshi, who prefers eating the higher end type of dry and wet food. She’s becoming like you, always thinking we’re rich and eating almost exclusively dry food. Someday we’re getting them both spayed so Yoshi would gain a little volume. Or maybe not a little.

Two weeks ago we brought all four of them to the vet and Bambi and the twins were well-behaved throughout the ordeal. Milo on the other hand… let’s just say it took 4 people to get hear ears cleaned. We’re going back on the 10th for a second dose of vaccines.

I’ll attach some photos here that I think you’ll enjoy.

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Top 10 Dog Breeds Around the World!!!

All good dog breeds have a great deal of importance with the specific. The following top 10 dog breeds list we are having a look at all varieties of puppies from the small to the large. We are selecting favorites based on their attitude and ease of training as well as their cuddly and cute elements. But to be clear we love all breeds, now grab your leash.

10- Saint Bernard

Named Cujo although excellently featured in the Cujo (horror film) which is based on the novel of Stephen King Saint Bernard is a big creature with friendly nature whose true character is perhaps better portrayed in the friendly family jerk Beethoven named after the greatest.

Cujo has roots as far back as 980 AD and while he didn't carry barrels of brandy. He was actually created for rescue work and life in the Alps. He was nearly vanished owing to serious winters in the early 1800s. But he was happily crossbred with Newfoundland dog to reinstate and maintain his numbers nightly.

9- English cocker spaniel

He has been a fixture in the arts in some way for almost half a century first valued as a quality hunting dog in both wet and dry conditions. The Cocker Spaniel was created to hunt game birds especially one game bird which is called the Woodcock is where their name comes from the cocker spaniel. The English cocker spaniel is highly playful and lovable personality endeared it as a greeted member of a lot of families now. We think Prince George is certainly sweet in his photo. But one of our favorite things must be the family's cocker spaniel Lupo as a good friend to the kids as it is driving out the cocker spaniels of Woodcock. He has intelligent nature also allows it to be employed regularly as a sniffer dog in Cuban airports. So overall the cocker spaniel can make a good pet if he is bought from a reputable breeder.

8- Siberian Husky

This dog was originally bred in Russia to be one of the most powerful working dog breeds. This large dog looks like a wolf and is really friendly and surprisingly light eater, smart and greatly trainable. The Husky is playful with kids and rarely let's loose his signature howl but he makes poor watchdog breed. He just likes people too much, he known for his icy blue eyes. The Siberian husky may also have amber or brown eyes and may even have one brown and one blue eye. Meanwhile, his fur can be white, black, red, silver grey or brown and keeps him warm in temperature as low as minus 75 degrees Fahrenheit.

7- Boxer

The boxer is like a 3-year-old child that's it he did not grow up past three a common fur baby. The boxer was originally bred and intended for bull baiting, dog fighting, and even cart pulling obnoxiously pleased and greatly-spirited. The breed is intelligent and quick learner that appears to be similar to a cat of all dogs when he grins. He is happy, you really know if he is integrated into most dog loving families easily as he gets on well with and plays well with children. He may make a good relationship with cats over a shared dislike of birds. The breed may have got his name from its boxing like poachers. Although many in his native Germany dispute that claim meets John and his boxer with a 17-inch tongue which is the longest of any dog.

6- Yorkshire terrier

He is one of the cutest very tiny but brave and remarkably loyal. The Yorkshire Terrier is protective of his adoptive family and can take over the house effectively if he is allowed good fella noted for his long silky hair. The Yorkie is offspring of the sky terrier and Paisley and was literally bred to be a mouse hunter in north of England where he is usually utilized in clothing mills and mines. He may have a big bark but there is not a lot of him to back it up. He is small but is still a terrier at home meanwhile the Yorkie is quite content as an indoor dog. The breed can be excellent watch puppy due to his suspicious behavior towards strangers. He loves teasing and messing with other dogs way bigger than him so keep his leash handy.

5- Bulldog

Even very high beauty requirements are like beauty sleep. You would have to sleep for like month you are really a typical dog whether French, British or American. Bulldog at present has roots as far back as 1500 but the breed as we know it did not really come to be till the old English Bulldog was crossbred with the Pug. This will not work sweetie that look won't do work on him now considered as one of Britain's national animals. In past, the Bulldog was bred and utilized for the sport of bull baiting rather than taking down bulls. Today, Bulldog thrives on attention and is pretty affectionate breed.

4- Beagle

This breed is found in different colours ranging from lemon, black, white, red and orange. The Beagle was recorded in ancient Greece and is even present in the work of Shakespeare Daisy. Of course, the modern beagle, however, can be kept track to the 1830s when the Reverend Philip honey would be established. The beagle was praised for his hunting ability in the first modern pack of the past and is valued today as a sniffer dog due to his amazing sense of smell.

3- Golden Retriever

The golden retriever is patient, devoted, charming and trainable and is an incredible choice for a family or a childhood friend. He came to be in the late 1800s in his quest to possess a retrieving dog that performed well on land. In water, it is fun to swim for him; he is a well-suited dog to drug enforcement, rescue and search work, and servicing the disabled community.

2- German Shepherd

He is perhaps well-known as the German Shepherd dog. He was known as the Alsatian wolf dog for much of the 20th century and developed around 1899. The German Shepherd is very often utilized as a Scout in military, rescue and search teams, police services and is very much capable actor in dog terms.

1- Labrador Retriever

The lab is friendly and may be yellow, chocolate or black. This is all one dog breed and can be found in a single litter famous worldwide as a friend. The Labrador retriever is also eager to help out in the world of hunting, security and police work. This affectionate dog is also used as a guide and service dog.

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Basic Pet Cat Solutions For Managing This Finicky Pet

Cats are great, yet are rather particular. The adhering to piece supplies great understandings into feline nutritional requirements, veterinarian requirements and a number of other key problems.

Produce a warm bed for an outdoor or feral feline by lining a banana box with a thick layer of paper. Cut an item of Mylar to fit the base of package. Place one more layer of newspaper ahead. Include a warm covering. Location the whole box inside a pet home or under a deck where it can't splash.

If your feline is an outdoor feline or a pet cat that has a practice of obtaining outdoors, they need proper identification. The cat needs to have a security collar and also an ID tag. Safety collars that have rubber bands allow felines to leave the collar if they obtain it caught on something. An ID tag or a dental implanted integrated circuit can aid your pet cat obtain returned if they're shed.

Get an animal water fountain. cat toy Felines can be vulnerable to dehydration, and also running water lures them to consume alcohol. It is a transformative habit that created since in the wild, running water is much less most likely to be contaminated than a stagnant pool. Your pet dog will certainly take pleasure in the water more, as well as will certainly consume alcohol extra frequently.

If your feline is particular regarding consuming water, purchase a cat water fountain. These battery operated or plug in fountains maintain water circulating and also aerated. Many cats favor this. A pet cat fountain will assist maintain your cat out of the kitchen sink as well as the toilet. It will additionally assist avoid your pet cat from pawing water onto the flooring searching for fresh water.

Clip your felines nails routinely. Cats do need to scrape. When cats scrape, their nail sheaths come off and their sharp, sharp claws are subjected. Clipping your cat's claws every 2 to 3 weeks maintains them blunt and also helps keep injury to furniture, human beings, as well as various other family pets to a minimum.

Maintain your feline's layer healthy by offering them a supplement of nutritional yeast. Nutritional yeast is a cost-effective supplement that can be found in a lot of health and wellness food stores. Just spray a little bit on your cat's completely dry food, or blend it in with their damp food. Not only do they enjoy how it tastes, yet it contains healthy protein and also vitamins that will keep them looking their finest!

Shield your feline from strangling by making certain the cords of drapes and also blinds are protected as well as unreachable. When you make or buy a dangly toy for your feline, be sure to manage throughout play. Place the toy away if you will certainly not be around to watch.

Refrain from providing your cat any kind of food that is spoiled. This can cause acid indigestion and also food poisoning, which can cost you a journey to the veterinarian. Always acquire your food fresh from the store and also be certain to inspect the expiry day prior to you feed it to your pet cat.

It is necessary that you do not feed your feline excessive food from the table. Cats do not absorb human food similarly that your does. It can additionally lead to your cat coming to be obese. If your feline is carrying around way too much weight, it will certainly be tough for them to raise on furniture and also get around.

If you discover that your cat is not making use of the clutter box as high as usual, you should go and take them to a vet right now. There are numerous illness that can cause the cat to stop making use of package. These concerns include bladder issues, irregularity as well as looseness of the bowels.

The majority of vets recommend that you feed your pet cat food that remains in the can in contrast to the completely dry ranges in package or bag. This is because the canned food has a lot more water, fat and healthy protein than the completely dry variety. It is additionally easier to eat for pet cats with dental concerns.

Do not leave wet cat food in the dish for longer than twenty mins after your cat is done consuming it. After you see your kittycat is done for the moment being, toss out the remainder of the food and make certain to clean their bowl extensively with light soap and water.

Play is an essential component of a cat's life. Of course, all animals like to play, no matter of age or species. While older felines aren't near as energised, they still take pleasure in playing usually. Having fun with your feline will certainly help you to create happy and also treasured memories to look back on.

Caring for a feline is a great deal of job, yet you will certainly likewise discover that owning a pet cat is a really fulfilling experience. The suggestions on this post will make the job of pet cat treatment easier. The research study you have done will certainly repay in a huge way, for both you as well as your pet cat!