#they got too close to something and got turned into cats

[szarina]

Too dark got it: How about Zayne just blackmailing MC to stay away from his family, like him forging evidence she wanted to seduce Zayne?

blep cat

❆ ₊⋆ content warnings. blackmailing

a/n: there is always a block button.

“Dr. Zayne......”

She call his name in a whisper in a familiar tone. Watching as he walked through the doors in long strides. Surprised or more like longing was evident on her face.

Yvonne didn't told her that it was the Chief Surgeon who was meeting her today and not her current primary care physician that the surgeon had referred her.

She doesn't know what hurts more. Maybe, it's her heart that is being wrung out in her chest or the way he looks at her as she turned insignificant to him. Fondness had long disappeared in his eyes for her.

“Dr. Corwin is currently indisposed at the moment. He will be meeting you later.” Zayne informed her. The surgeon standing across her, former primary care physician and since he married you and heard that he's a real father now, she was easily assigned to a another physician that had the same qualifications as his.

This time it was usually her check-ups with him but it was replaced by his time with you, being a devoted husband and loving father to his children.

His strides were long, with purpose as he entered the conference room. The same sterile room with the AC blowing on to keep the room cool but with his sharp gaze it dropped a few degrees lower.

He pulled a chair and sat without hesitation. He was still the same white coat and the midnight blue high collared shirt underneath that coat.

“I won't waste of our allotted time. Let's get straight to the point. Don't you ever talk or approach my wife again. I don't need you poisoning her.”

Her eyes widens in disbelief and her breath got stuck in her throat at the sudden shift and accusation. She turned speechless and suddenly her hunter's uniform was tight all of a sudden. The gloves in her hands digging at her skin when she closed her fists in utter disbelief.

“P-poisoning her? It's the truth.” She stammers but her words were firm to prove her point.

“And how did my wife reacted from that truth?” Zayne's gaze were piercing and she didn't like that eyes of his looking at her like that.

Wife. The word stabs her in the chest. You had replaced her in his heart. It also reminded her of her place in his world. She was a nobody. Just someone who had a heart disease that he's still looking a cure of. That should make her special since he started that for her but it wasn't time for being delusional. It wasn't also for her, it was also for the thousands that shares the same fate as hers.

She looks at her and his gaze were still the same. Cold and calculating. Something tells her that if she breathes wrong, he's going to get rid of her.

“She deserves the truth.” Her voice came into a murmur. She won't going down without proving her point. It was her stubbornness that was putting herself in danger — as always and her love for him too.

“The Hunters Association strictly abides on its rules and that extends on how you hunters conduct yourselves in public. In your case, it can be quite damaging. The Association doesn't tolerate its hunters' misconducts.” The surgeon reminded her.

She knows that. The Hunters Association were unforgiving when it comes to acts of misconduct that will sully the integrity of the Association. She was close to being a Tenebra and Zayne was about to make her one.

“I didn't harassed her. I only talked to her.” She defended herself. Her hands clasped at her lap into fists.

“You won't like Zayne when he's angered. He won't show it but know it's going to come.” She hears your voice at the last conversation she had with you and this is what the extent of your husband's anger towards her.

“That conversation is upsetting and a conversation that is saved between mine and hers. You have no business in our lives. That is considered harm towards a citizen of Linkon.”

“Are you blackmailing me?”

“No.” He pauses for a moment to made sure that she was getting the gist of his point. “I'm keeping your stubbornness and prying unto people's lives under wraps before you end up causing harm.”

If he was teasing, her heart might skipped a beat and he was only rather amused at her antics. His worries disguised at teasing remarks but this is not. It was a threat. It will ruin her.

He turned into a black ice. Incapable of melting until it was to his significant other that is at home and tending to his children.

“Don't you love me anymore, Zayne?” She asks him, defeated but is still hoping.

Zayne abruptly stops when he stood up. Staring at her and she meets his gaze.

“Don't mistake my care as being love towards my patients. I didn't gave you a reason to.”

She smiles bitterly and her heart hurts. Enclosed in a fist or being pricked by his icy thorns. She thought he was still the same boy who stopped her popsicle from melting but he's not anymore or he still can but not to her.

Because when he gets home, he will he making figures of snowman in his palm for his little ones. Maybe, an ice figure of those chubby little seals. Who knows? She thought she had known Zayne but it was only the surface and it was cold.

He places the chair back to its place. “I hope you keep this conversation in mind if a thought of disturbing my family crosses your mind.”

Zayne began to walk away from her just like what you did but before he really walks away from him and the door had opened. He said,

“Dr. Corwin is now waiting for you.”

And just like that she was alone in that conference room, the temperature is back but she was left a cold feeling. A neverending bitter winter that awaits for her.

[householdcryptid]

Cockwarming anon again! Dude… that fic was so fucking good, i’m still reeling from it. Like, read it multiple times, squealing and kicking my feet 🙈❤️❤️❤️

So, I offer you this idea as a little thank you (also apologies in advance if this sucks, i’m not a writer, i’m just extremely thirsty and bobpilled rn);

So they’re not fucking, right? But they’re also technically not not fucking.

It’s taken Bob a little while to actually process what’s going on, and what exactly he’s feeling. It takes him a little while to figure out that, sure, he’s getting comfort, but there’s something else in there, something deeper, more primal.

He develops little fixations, and right now he’s fixated on her thighs. He doesn’t know how he’s never noticed them before, how soft and supple they look. Pure comfort. He finds himself wanting to touch them at all times, and she lets him without question, of course, but it only makes him worse.

He’ll sit closer to her so his legs can press against hers as much as possible, he’ll grab them under the table at meals. He’ll even ask to lay his head on them when they’re watching movies together. Slowly escalating, pawing, rubbing his face against them like a cat, sweating, whining, drooling, until his head is enclosed between them, face pressed against against her core. Panting, shaking, eyes closed in complete bliss like he’s finally found heaven.

Just wait until he figures out that he’s a munch.

babe i know you said you arent a writer but you SHOULD be holy shit 😵‍💫 also thank you! i'm so so so glad you liked the last one 🩷🩷🩷

i'm thinking about doing a part two to this just so i can write about him getting pussy drunk tbh he deserves that. # bob reynolds is a munch

cw: rob bein a nasty lil freak, uhhhh scent kink(? kind of?), nsfw but no real sex, reader knows robby is a weirdo and is Totally into it, talks of addiction (not a lot but mentioned), short because i got sick 💔👎, hope you enjoy 😌🩷

It starts off small. It always does with Bob. One tiny thing that snowballs into an addiction, and leaves him reeling. Once upon a time it was morphine, and then worse, but now? Now it’s you.

Small things— things no one but him would notice. The way you smile when he tells you about his day, no matter how boring it is. The way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight, the way you glow.

More recently though, he can’t stop thinking about your legs. He’ll sit in the gym and watch you spar with Walker or Yelena, not understanding why the sight of their hands on you makes his skin crawl.

Instead of focusing on that feeling though, he zeroes in on your legs. The way they tense up, strike out to catch your opponent in the gut, the way they look when you have them wrapped around someones neck, pinning them to the ground.

They’re beautiful, even when you aren’t fighting. He finds himself drawn in, big warm palm sliding over the fabric of your sweats to knead at your thigh mid movie night. He isn’t trying to be a creep, isn’t making any attempt to get handsy, just wants to feel the plushness of it in his grip.

It devolves quickly. Gentle squeezes turn to fingerprint bruises that he feels genuinely awful for. You don’t ever mind, though. Your best friend is just tactile, he doesn’t know his own strength sometimes, and it’s not like you’re complaining, so why is he upset?

He stops squeezing as much, but it leaves something of a hole behind in his day to day. An ache he can’t explain, a longing that feels bone deep. Until you pull him to lay his head on your lap one day, and he’s found a new thing to be hooked on. Revels in the way the plush skin bows under his cheek, how you always end up petting through his hair. It ends up being a surefire way to put him to sleep, eventually.

It’s just too comforting. To have your attention on him so completely, your fingers in his soft curls and his cheek smushed against your soft thigh.

One day, the tower is empty, save you and Rob. He’s twitchy, strung tight like a rubber band ready to snap, skin buzzing with a power he still doesn’t understand and doesn’t think he deserves.

But you’re there, too, and that helps. Pulling him in with gentle hands, and he expects the usual. His head on your lap, your hand in his hair, but you shift. Your knees part, and you pat your tummy invitingly.

“I wanna lay down too, goofy.” You explain, laughing softly at his puzzled expression. He can’t stop staring long enough to come up with a verbal response. You’re wearing shorts, cotton boxers that pull taut at your thighs, dimpling the skin a bit, and his mouth waters.

His sigh is heavy and tremulous when he nuzzles his face against your stomach, lays flat on his front between your legs, arms wrapped up beneath your thighs, his hands splayed under your lower back.

“S’better.” He mumbles, lashes fluttering as he breathes in the scent of you. That’s where it starts, really. Your scent.

Warmth, clean sweat and a heady musk that makes him a little dizzy, he seeks it out. Noses down your tummy, wriggles southward until his face is buried between your thighs.

You giggle— honest to God giggle— and heat licks up his spine.

“Sorry-” He mutters, not making any attempt to actually pull away. “M’sorry. You smell so good,” He whispers, hands sliding to press your thighs closer around his head, nosing at your cunt through the soft material of your shorts. “S’so fuckin’ warm here.” He croaks out, just on the edge of a whine, nails biting into your supple skin.

“It’s okay, Robby,” You murmur, ever so indulgent, especially when he’s whining against your clothed core, already drooling into the fabric. “You can stay. You’re good, bubs.”

He almost sobs at the reassurance, brain going blissfully empty when you squeeze your thighs around his head gently.

He’s trembling just a little bit, huffing these shakey breaths against your core like he can’t quite catch his breath, pretty blue eyes unfocused and heavy lidded. Blissed out on just the smell and the feel of you, the way your thighs block out the sound of the room and the constant buzzing in his brain when they press to his ears.

He falls asleep like that, mouthing at your cunt through the shorts, letting out short little whimpers and huffy groans, your fingers in his hair and your thighs pressed to his ears.

You can only sigh, slip into a nice catnap as well, knowing full well the whole process will begin again when he wakes up.

[mooningningg]

ᴊᴊᴋ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

Notes, this was a very cute request thank you anon!

★ Guitarist!Suguru when you show up in the middle of practice.

It was half past 10 when you stepped into the studio.

The air was thick with leftover smoke, crumpled water bottles, guitar cable coils, and the low buzz of Suguru’s amp humming as the band reset for another run.

You weren’t supposed to be there. Practice was “closed,” according to Gojo — which really just meant “don’t come in unless you’re ready to hear the same song looped twenty times while Sukuna screams at everyone.”

Still, you showed up anyway, holding a bag of takeout and slipping through the door mid-rehearsal.

“One, two—”

Crash.

Sukuna hit the drums too early.

“What the fuck, Choso?” he barked, glaring across the room.

Choso blinked from behind the keyboard, very much not present. “Huh?”

Gojo dramatically dropped the mic. “Bro. Again? Are you even on this planet?”

Toji leaned back on the amp he was sitting on, fingers idly plucking at his bass strings. “He’s high again.”

Choso lifted one shoulder. “Helps me connect to the notes.”

Sukuna slammed a drumstick on the snare. “If you ‘connect’ any harder I’m gonna put you through the fucking piano.”

“Relax,” Suguru muttered, adjusting his guitar strap, easy and calm like always. “It’s not that deep.”

“Don’t encourage him, Geto,” Sukuna snapped.

That’s when Suguru looked up — and froze.

You were there. In the corner of the room, lit by the string lights draped above the soundboard, looking tired but cute in your hoodie, holding food and smiling at him like you’d just found home.

For a second, his hand paused on the fretboard.

He didn’t say anything — just blinked, then exhaled slow, the corner of his mouth pulling into that quiet smile you knew too well.

Gojo, of course, noticed instantly.

He grinned, eyes lighting up. “Aww, would you look at that? Our lead guitarist’s girl showed up.”

“Shut up,” Suguru muttered, but didn’t stop smiling.

Sukuna scoffed, kicking a bottle across the room. “Yeah, fucking great. Maybe now he’ll play like he’s got balls.”

“Toji,” Gojo leaned over dramatically, “should we dim the lights? Set the mood?”

“Only if they fuck on the soundboard,” Toji said without looking up.

Suguru shot him a look. “Not in front of my amp.”

“Not in front of my drums,” Sukuna barked. “The hell is wrong with you people?”

You tried not to laugh, but your shoulders shook.

Suguru finally set his guitar down on the stand and walked over, ignoring every single comment from his bandmates. He took the bag from your hands, fingers brushing yours — slow, gentle, casual to anyone else, but you felt it. That quiet heat under his skin.

“You didn’t text,” he said softly.

“Wanted to surprise you.”

He leaned in. “You always do.”

God, the way he said it — low and smooth and teasing like he knew you’d think about it later when you were lying in bed.

“Can you two get a room?” Sukuna yelled from the back. “We’re trying to play music, not film softcore porn!”

Gojo cackled. “Let ‘em be, he’s been in a mood since the second set. Maybe he just needs a little—”

“Gojo,” Suguru warned without even turning around.

Toji just hummed under his breath. “Ten bucks says she’s the reason he shreds harder when we hit the bridge.”

Choso lifted his head like a confused cat. “Are we playing something?”

“OH MY GOD,” Sukuna groaned. “I’m gonna light you on fire.”

Suguru leaned in close to you, lips brushing your ear.

“I’ll be done in twenty,” he murmured. “Wait for me?”

You nodded, heart fluttering under your hoodie.

Then he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to your cheek — one that lingered just enough to shut everyone up for a full two seconds.

And when he walked back to his guitar, calm and unbothered, Sukuna shouted:

“I FUCKING HATE THIS BAND.”

You stayed for the rest of the set.

He played smoother than ever.

And yeah — that bridge? He played it for you.

[saudianna]

💥 love is papaya orange ᝰ.ᐟ

ੈ✩‧₊˚ : word count : 1669 👅 ੈ✩‧₊˚ : synopsis : after oscar's first championship win, his ego clashes with you- lando's lifelong best friend—when they're forced to work closely at McLaren. what starts as hate turns into secret tension, messy feelings, and a tangled love triangle that neither oscar nor lando saw coming… until it explodes into something no one can control!! ੈ✩‧₊˚ : featuring : oscar x engineer!reader x lando ੈ✩‧₊˚ : author's note : ahh okay pt 4!! pt 5 soon aka final n um this is set in 2026 ੈ✩‧₊˚ : genre : smut, smut and more smut!! theres some fluff and angst in the midst of it all ੈ✩‧₊˚ : tws : just love triangle in this chap </3 also alot of teasing n oscar being as complete ASS !!!!

part 4. falling into place 🦊

The following day, you didn't really see each other much, but when you did, you could tell the cloud of dislike had lifted off.

"Hi," he said, smiling for the first time, instead of stupid smirks.

"Hey." you responded, a faint smile

"I was thinking about how to pay you back.." he muttered and rubbed the back of his neck, sitting down by the chair in front of your desk, manspreading and looking away nervously.

"Yeah?" you said confused, looking up from your laptop,

"I.. could take you for dinner..? he choked out.

"Oh um- Oscar i dont kno-" you were cut off by a loud cough-

"Platonically! Of course.. or professionally, whichever you prefer.." he looked at you and furrowed his brows as you looked a bit incompetent.

"Ah.. In that case sure, but shouldn't we invite Lando? You know, to make sure the paparazzi don't say we are dating?" you said,

"Oh- i hadn't really though about that. But i wouldn't worry about that.. I can book a very private dinner?" he said nervously, using his signature face, one sided smirk and looking to the side.

"Mmm... Alright. Is Thursday good?" and he nodded,

"Yup," the p popping off his tongue, "Perfect. I can pick you up at 8? Or would you rather me order you an uber?" he offered.

"Uh.. id rather uber myself. Thanks." You cleared your throat. 4 days till your dinner. You didn't really expecting your view of him to change all that much after this dinner, but you were willing to try anyway.

"Oh- Alright," he spoke, "Well I'll see you tomorrow, its home time for me." he turned away.

"Bye," you said clearly.

"Bye."

Over the past couple days, your view did change. He was nicer, politer, you finally saw the version of Oscar everyone raved about. His 'polite cat energy' and honestly even the 'boyfriend material' his fangirls always talked about.

On the day of the dinner, you didn't want to seem like you were trying too hard, but you were going to a very fancy restaurant one reserved by only famous people. Insured that paparazzi would not sneak their way around.

So you ultimately threw on a long black silk dress that hugged your curves, not too tight but didn't exactly leave much to the imagination.

Hair curled and fluffy, eyeliner snatching your eyelids, and lips a dark red.

Your uber was nice enough, comfy and a talkative driver, although a bit inexperienced.

But when you got to the restaurant, you were kind of embarrassed to be riding in an uber, you hoped that people just thought it was fancy, your own personal driver.

As you walked in, searching for the familiar face, but he spotted you before you could spot him, walking over to you and smiling

"Hi, thought you weren't coming for a second there." he laughed

"Yeah... My uber didn't really know his way around, sorry about that." You giggled a bit and he smiled

He looked you up and down, "O-oh and you look really beautiful by the way." he said smiling.

You blushed a bit and laughed nervously. "Ah- thank you.. you look really handsome." he smiled really big and took your arm, "Cmon' our tables over here."

You guys sat down and chatted for a bit before the waiter came to take your drink orders.

"Buonasera, have you made a choice on the drinks?" (good evening)

"I'll have a glass of Amarone please."

"Good choice sir, and for your pretty girlfriend?" the waiter said calmly and Piastri nearly spat out his water.

"Ah- She's not my girlfriend.." he muttered and the waiter looked surpised

"My dearest apologies, i just figured from the way you look at her mister, terribly sorry." and the waiter hung his head for a second.

You coughed, "Ahem um... I'll just get the uhh, ahem.. the Chianti.. please.." you said quietly..

The waiter nodded and said softly to you, but loud enough for the very flustered Australian to hear, "He'll ask one day madam."

Oscar coughed very loudly as he saw you very red in the face, "Please will you just go get our drinks..!"

The waiter walked away and the two of you made eye contact

"I'm sorry about that..." he muttered

"Ah.. its okay osc." he blushed at the nickname.

Over the course of dinner, you got to know each other more, you told him how you knew Lando, and he told you how he got into racing.

When you had finished your meals, you realised he really wasnt that bad. I mean, you really liked him. He was sweet, handsome.. but you couldnt get over the fact he was such a prick when you first met.

At the end of the night as you were laid in bed. He dropped you off instead of ubering, and you gave him a hug before you went inside, his touch lingering a bit too much around your waist, and you leaned into it too much.

But fuck, what were you supposed to do?

And now both McLaren drivers looked at you with a glint in their eye, and both for the same-ish reason, love.

I mean, you weren't sure if either of them were in love, i mean, Lando clearly thought you were hot and wanted you, but you didnt know if he felt the same way, as if you wanted to date, but didn't at the same time, in fear of ruining your 20+ year friendship.

And Oscar, i mean you have spent basically more than half of your time knowing him, hating him. And that wasn't particularly a good start.

But, i mean you liked both, what Oscar lacked in confidence, Lando had. And what Lando lacked in gentleman-ness, Oscar had.

And like... why not both?

The next day felt like static in your brain — fuzzy, unpredictable, uncomfortable. You couldn’t keep stringing Lando along, not when Oscar had actually made you feel something... real. Even if it was barely developing. Even if it was new.

So you told him,

You caught Lando just before the briefing that afternoon, cornered in the hallway with his cap on backwards and his classic cocky smirk — the one you used to love.

"Hey... got a sec?"

"Always," he said, leaning against the wall. That look in his eye again.

You inhaled. “Lando, I need to talk to you seriously.” His smirk faltered.

“This... whatever we’ve been doing—”

“You mean fucking?” he joked, but it was tight, like he already knew.

“Yeah. That. I don’t think we should keep it up. Not anymore.”

His brows furrowed. “Wait, what?”

You swallowed. “I like Oscar.”

The silence hit like a punch in the gut. His eyes flicked away for a second before landing back on you, a little colder.

“You like him?” he said, like it tasted bitter in his mouth.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to.. But I do. And it wouldn’t be fair to you if I pretended I didn’t.”

He scoffed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. Right, okay.” You reached out, but he stepped away. “I just— I thought you and me—”

“I know,” you said softly. “But you deserve more than half of me.”

He didn’t say anything else. Just nodded once, sharp and stiff, before walking away.

Later that evening, Oscar found Lando alone in the driver's lounge, staring at a monitor that wasn’t even turned on.

“Hey,” Oscar said cautiously. “You good?”

“Just fine.” Lando said sarcastically, still not looking at him.

Oscar hesitated, then sat beside him. “She told you?”

Lando’s jaw tensed. “Yeah. She told me.”

Oscar nodded slowly. “I didn’t mean for it to get complicated. I just— I like her. Like really like her.”

Lando scoffed. “Of course you do.”

Oscar frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lando looked at him, fire building in his throat. “It means I’ve been messing around with her for years man. Friends-with-benefits type shit. And now suddenly you get all soft-spoken and polite and she falls for you?”

Oscar blinked. “Wait. You and her—?”

Lando nodded once. “Yeah. We were something. Or at least... it felt like something. Until you came along.”

Oscar’s face fell, stunned silent for a second. “I didn’t know.”

“No shit.”

But then Oscar cleared his throat and looked away, red blooming up his neck. “For what it’s worth… I don’t think I just like her.”

Lando blinked. “The hell does that mean?”

Oscar looked at him — really looked at him. “You. You’ve been in my head too. And I hate it. And I don’t understand it. But it’s there.”

Silence.

Lando stared, like Oscar had just admitted to murder. His breathing slowed. He licked his lips, nervous. “Dude… are you saying you like me?”

Oscar swallowed. “I think I do.”

And then — blame the tension, the jealousy, the months of denial — Lando surged forward and kissed him.

Hard.

Oscar kissed back. They both breathed through it, hands grabbing shirt collars, lips parting, heat rushing in places they hadn’t even acknowledged until now.

It was messy. Rough. A collision of all the confusion and lust they’d buried.

But it didn’t last long.

They pulled away, panting, wide-eyed. And then, in perfect timing—

You walked in.

You froze.

They froze.

You blinked once. Twice. “Okay... what the fuck is happening?”

Oscar jumped up. “Wait, it’s not—”

“I mean, it is,” Lando interrupted, wiping his mouth. “But also… not what it looks like?”

You stared at them, dumbfounded, heart pounding. “So let me get this straight: I regretfully dump you and say that I like him, someone apolgized to someone and then you two decide to just make out instead?”

Neither of them had an answer.

“I— I don’t even know what to say,” you whispered.

Lando looked away. Oscar ran a hand through his hair.

It was silent for way too long.

Then you just burst out laughing. A short, hysterical laugh. “This is so fucking complicated.”

Oscar laughs, "We'll figure it out."

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ : author's note : um so i had my first college exams guys, (im taking mechatronics enginerring!) and i did so well i think, so sorry this took so long, since its holidays for me soon ill be more active. and omg i think this fic is only gonna be 5 chaps.. i wanted in to be 10 but anyway. send me inbox's pls!! i alr finished my first, gonna release it ltr tdy but pls send more xx

[hancorys]

k.wh — small girl fantasy, pt.2

genre: FLUFF, pookie bear lovers, pairing: crush!woonhak x afab!reader wc: 690 warning: might be too sweet!! lmk if i forgot any !! you asked for it and i delivered (jk) listen: so let's go see the stars — boynextdoor

the summer heat settled over the small convenience store, the air thick with the familiar scent of instant ramen and cold soda. the hum of the refrigerator filled the silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of snack bags as you carefully restocked the shelves—by color, just the way woonhak used to.

it had become a habit now, one of the small ways you kept him close despite the miles stretching between you.

your phone, propped up on the counter, lit up with a message.

woonhak: just got out of class. my professor hates me i swear

you smiled, wiping your hands on your apron before typing back.

you: it’s because you talk too much

almost immediately, your phone buzzed again.

woonhak: wow. so mean. do you want me to suffer??woonhak: actually, don’t answer that.

you laughed, shaking your head. this was your routine now—him texting you the second he was free, sending you blurry selfies of him looking exhausted, random pictures of his university, or even just ranting about how unfair life was. and in return, you’d do the same—long messages about customers who annoyed you, the exact number of items you restocked that day, or how the store’s cat had finally let you pet it.

no one had ever said the words out loud, but it was there. in the way he made sure to call you before bed, even when he was exhausted. in the way you caught yourself waiting for his messages. in the way you both existed in each other’s worlds despite the distance.

today was the first day of summer.

you sighed, stretching your arms before grabbing a rag to wipe down the tables. just as you reached the last one, the glass door chimed—a sound you’d heard a thousand times before.

“welcome in,” you called out automatically, too focused on scrubbing away a stubborn stain to look up.

then, a familiar voice.

“you missed a spot.”

you froze.

your heart stuttered in your chest, your grip tightening around the rag. for a moment, you thought you had imagined it. that maybe, just maybe, the distance was finally making you hear things.

but then you turned.

and there he was.

woonhak. standing in the doorway, grinning like an idiot, his arms spread wide like he was waiting for you to launch yourself at him.

and you did.

the rag dropped to the floor as you ran straight into him, arms wrapping around his waist, burying your face into his shoulder. he smelled familiar—like laundry detergent and the faintest trace of his cologne, like home.

woonhak laughed, the sound vibrating against your cheek as he hugged you even tighter, lifting you slightly off the ground.

“missed me?” he teased, voice warm.

you hit his shoulder lightly, but didn’t let go. “obviously, you idiot.”

he chuckled, rocking you slightly. “good. because i was starting to think you replaced me with the store cat.”

“the cat hates me.”

“fair. but you still like me, right?”

you pulled back just enough to look at him, and the way he was smiling at you made your heart ache in the best way.

you rolled your eyes. “unfortunately.”

woonhak laughed again, his forehead bumping against yours. “guess i’ll have to make it up to you then.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.” he grinned, eyes twinkling. “so, let’s go see the stars.”

you blinked. “what?”

“come on.” he grabbed your wrist, tugging you toward the door. “close up early. let’s go somewhere.”

“woonhak, i can’t just leave—”

“sure you can.” he shot you a look, mischievous and familiar. “you’ve been working too much. i’m back, it’s summer, and i’m kidnapping you for the night. no arguments.”

you stared at him, the warmth of his hand wrapped around yours, the way he looked at you like he had been waiting for this moment just as much as you had.

and then you smiled.

the laughter between you faded into something quieter, something softer. the weight of the moment settled in the air between you—unspoken, but undeniably there.

woonhak was still holding your wrist, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against your skin. a touch so light, so fleeting, yet it sent warmth curling through your chest.

“let’s go,” he said again, gentler this time.

you hesitated, glancing toward the counter, the shelves, the quiet hum of the store that had become your second home. “but—”

“no buts.” he took a step closer, tilting his head slightly. “when was the last time you did something just because it made you happy?”

the question caught you off guard.

because the truth was, you couldn’t remember.

you sighed, half-exasperated, half-amused. “you’re really not going to let this go, are you?”

woonhak smirked. “nope.”

you rolled your eyes, but there was no real fight left in you. because the truth was, you wanted to go. you wanted to steal this night, to press pause on reality just for a little while.

“fine,” you mumbled, reaching behind the counter to grab your bag. “but if i get fired—”

“i’ll hire you at my dad’s store.”

you gave him a deadpan look. “woonhak, i already work at your dad’s store.”

he laughed, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the door. “then i’ll pay you in snacks.”

the two of you stepped out into the warm night air, the world stretching wide before you. woonhak’s car was parked just outside, and he opened the passenger door for you with a teasing bow. “your chariot awaits.”

you snorted, shoving him lightly before sliding in. he ran around to the driver’s side, and as soon as he started the car, the soft hum of music filled the space.

the city lights blurred past as he drove, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming lightly against his thigh. you watched him out of the corner of your eye—the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead, the way his lips curled at the edges whenever he focused.

“where are we even going?” you asked eventually.

woonhak grinned, eyes still on the road. “you’ll see.”

the drive stretched on, the city giving way to quieter roads, open fields, the sky stretching endlessly above. the stars were beginning to appear, scattered like freckles against the darkening blue.

after what felt like forever, woonhak pulled over onto a small hill, the kind of place you only knew about if you spent your childhood sneaking out at night. he turned off the engine, the sudden quiet wrapping around you like a blanket.

“come on,” he said, already climbing out.

you followed, stepping onto the cool grass, the scent of summer thick in the air.

woonhak flopped onto the ground, patting the space beside him. “best seats in the house.”

you huffed but sat down anyway, stretching your legs out in front of you.

for a moment, neither of you spoke. the sky above was endless, the stars flickering like tiny promises.

“i used to come here all the time,” woonhak said suddenly. “whenever things felt too big. too much.”

you turned to look at him. his gaze was fixed on the sky, something wistful in his expression.

“and now?” you asked.

he finally met your eyes, something unreadable flickering in his own. “now i think i’d rather be here with you.”

your breath caught.

the words were simple, unembellished, but they settled deep in your chest.

you swallowed, trying to ignore the way your heart was practically throwing itself against your ribs. “you’re so dramatic.”

woonhak laughed, nudging your shoulder. “maybe. but i mean it.”

silence stretched between you again, but this time it wasn’t awkward. it was warm, comforting.

then, he reached over, pinky brushing against yours. not quite holding your hand, but close enough to set your skin on fire.

you could have moved. could have pulled away, could have closed the space completely.

but you didn’t.

instead, you let your fingers curl just slightly, just enough for them to hook together.

and woonhak smiled.

and under the stars, with the summer air wrapping around you, you realized something—

this wasn’t just a fleeting moment.

this was something real. something yours. something you had been waiting for all along.

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞

Parings → Dad! Peter Parker x Mom! Reader

Warnings → Fluff, Crack, Whining Peter, Toddler Mayday chaos, Overwhelming cuteness, Sticker attack

Summary → Mayday covers sleeping Peter in stickers, you find him hilariously adorable.

You were finishing up some cleaning in the living room when you suddenly heard giggles from the bedroom. Smiling to yourself, you figured Peter must be keeping Mayday entertained while lounging on the bed. He had offered to watch her while you tidied up, which usually worked out fine...until it didn’t.

After wiping down the last surface, you made your way to the bedroom door, ready to check in on them. The moment you peeked inside, you immediately had to stifle a laugh. Peter was out cold, snoring lightly with his mouth half open, completely unaware of the small chaos happening on top of him. Mayday, your sweet three-year-old, had somehow found a packet of stickers and was currently hard at work, decorating her sleeping dad. She carefully placed stickers all over Peter’s face, chest, and arms. Bright colors and little cartoon characters covering his bare skin.

She turned to you with the biggest grin. "Mama, look!" She announced proudly, pointing at Peter.

"Oh, I’m looking, baby," you said, trying your best to keep your laughter in check. "Daddy looks beautiful."

That was it, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a snort. The sight of Peter, sprawled out on the bed, with a bright pink unicorn sticker on his forehead, a bunch of stars on his cheeks, and little cat faces all over his chest, was too much.

Peter stirred, groaning a little as he slowly woke up. "Why are you laughing so loud?" He grumbled, his voice groggy, his eyes still closed.

"Peter, don’t move-" you tried to warn him, but it was too late.

Peter raised a hand to rub his eyes, but he froze mid-motion as his fingers brushed against something on his face. His eyes snapped open, confused, and he slowly sat up, looking at the sticker-covered hand he had just tried to rub his face with.

“What-" Peter blinked a few times and then glanced down at himself, his eyes widening. "What is this?!"

You burst out laughing again, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. Mayday was clapping her little hands in excitement, clearly thrilled with her masterpiece.

Peter groaned dramatically, looking down at the stickers stuck all over his chest and arms. "Seriously?" He whined, turning to you with the most pitiful expression. "You let her do this to me?"

"I didn’t let her! I just found you like this!" You choked out between fits of laughter, clutching your stomach. "I think she really outdid herself this time. You’re glowing, baby."

He narrowed his eyes at you, a playful pout forming on his lips. "You think this is funny, don’t you?"

"Of course, I do! How could I not?" You pointed at the stickers, still laughing. "You’ve got a whole zoo on your face, babe."

Peter groaned again, running a hand over his chest, trying to peel off a sticker but only managing to pull off half of it. "I’m covered in these things."

Mayday giggled proudly from where she sat, holding up another sticker. "Look, Daddy! Kitty!"

Peter leaned in, his face softening as he looked at her. "A kitty, huh?" He said, holding out his arm for her. "Where are you gonna put it?"

"Here!" Mayday stuck the sticker right on the tip of his nose.

You dissolved into laughter again, while Peter looked at you with an exaggerated look of suffering. "Y/N, help," he whined. "Our daughter has turned me into a walking sticker album."

"She’s an artist, Peter," you teased, wiping at your eyes. "You just don’t appreciate her vision."

Peter dramatically sighed, sitting cross-legged on the bed now, arms stretched out in defeat. "Alright, Mayday, Daddy’s all yours. Go ahead, stick ‘em all on me."

"Yay!" Mayday cheered, grabbing another packet of stickers, completely unaware of Peter’s playful exasperation.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene unfold, heart swelling with love. Peter, ever the doting dad, was now fully involved, letting Mayday stick as many stickers on him as she wanted. Despite his whining, you could see the smile tugging at his lips as Mayday giggled and concentrated on her "work."

As she placed a sparkly star on his cheek, Peter gave you a look. "This better come off," he muttered, though his tone was light, his eyes shining with affection.

You grinned, walking over to sit beside him on the bed. "Don’t worry, Daddy. If they don’t, we’ll just leave them. You’ll be the coolest dad in the park."

Peter shook his head, chuckling softly. "I’m never letting you clean while I babysit again."

"Too late," you said, leaning over to kiss his sticker-covered cheek. "You’re stuck with us."

"And apparently, with all these stickers too," he mumbled, but he was smiling now, eyes crinkling as he looked at Mayday, who was focused on her task.

You laid down beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as Mayday kept adding stickers to his arms.

Peter glanced down at you, eyes soft and warm. "You’re enjoying this a bit too much," He whispered, his voice filled with fondness.

"Every second," you whispered back, reaching up to gently peel off a sticker from his forehead. "And so are you."

Peter chuckled, leaning in to kiss the top of your head. "Yeah, I guess I am."

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[edwardhartenjoyer]

Dance with Me

Part 3

Featuring: Taiga | Romeo | Ritsu

Taiga Hoshibami - You were hanging out in the casino of Sinostra, there to be your boyfriend's 'good luck charm' as he liked to call you.

You were bored, though. You didn't mind the excuse to sit on his lap and nap normally, but today, you just wanted to do something fun.

"Taiga, I'm bored. Can't we go do something." You whined softly to him once he won his latest hand.

"We are doing something, Kitty Cat. You're watching me win gyahaha"

You pouted, "I meant something fun, like a date or dancing!" You huffed. He looked at you and raised a brow as a grin broke out across his features.

"Kitty Cat wants to dance huh?"

"Yes, dancing would be fun."

"I'm bored of winning anyways, let's go dance then Kitty" He stood up, and you yelped, clinging to him as he easily manouvered you to carry you in his arms.

He brought you up to his room before setting you down. You wasted no time quickly setting up a song to dance to, not wanting Taiga to lose interest before you even got to see what he danced like.

When the music started, he pulled you close, and, to your complete shock and surprise, he was a really good dancer. Far better than you thought he'd be, and better than you were. He laughed softly anytime you faltered a bit.

When the song ended, he pulled you into a spin before dipping you. He grinned down at you as your face blushed darkly.

"How was that for fun, Kitty?"

Romeo Lucci - You were working in the VIP lounge, monitoring the cameras for your boyfriend while he handled other matters.

Though, you felt like you were starting to go cross eyed from watching the screens and leaned back, looking away from them to give yourself a break.

You looked over to Romeo and watched him for a moment, observing the graceful way he moved even when yelling at someone over the phone. A thought came to you then, and you voiced your question without thinking.

"Romeo? Do you know how to dance?" You asked once he'd hung up his phone. He snapped his head over to look at you.

"What are you babbling about BB?" He huffed. He took a deep breath to calm himself before responding again. "Yes, I know how to dance. Why?"

"Could you teach me?" You pleaded. You wanted to do something fun, and something to get away from staring at screens all day. He frowned.

"I'm FTBTD"

You stared at him for a moment, silently trying to piece together this latest acronym.

"Far to beautiful to dance?" You guessed. You knew he meant busy, but you were hopeful that if you played into his pride, he'd give in.

He gave you a withering look before he sighed. "Fine, one dance." He always did give in to you.

He picked a song and let it start playing before he guided you into the steps. He was, for all his usual short temperment, a fairly patient teacher. He'd calmly correct you, only yelling if you managed to step on his feet one too many times and scuffing his shoes.

When the song ended, he pulled you through an elegant twirl into his arms. "Happy now?" He asked, though his tone was more amused than annoyed.

You beamed at him "Very."

Ritsu Shinjo - Bored. Bored, bored, bored. You sighed and slouched in your seat a bit before glancing at Ritsu and straightening your posture.

You were meant to be studying in your room with him, but you just couldn't focus anymore. You were endlessly bored and wanted to do something interesting.

"That's the fifth time you've sighed in the last 20 minutes. Are you okay? Is the material too hard, or would you rather we allocate this time to something more suited to your current mood?" Ritsu asked, as usual, being able to read you like a book.

"I'm just so bored. I can't focus on these words anymore, and I want to do something fun."

Ritsu nodded and closed his book, turning his full attention towards you. "What would be more fun for you then?"

You shrugged, before thinking of an idea that made you grin, "How about dancing?"

"I was unaware dancing was a passtime for you...I'll have to update my files.."

"It's not really, I just think it'd be fun for us to dance together." You admitted, watching as a faint blush rose up on his cheeks.

"You wish to dance with me?" He asked. "Then I won't disappoint you, though dancing is perhaps a skill I lack in."

"That's okay, I'm not the best either, but it's more about having fun than being good."

So you set up some music, cleared away some space, and took Ritsu's hand as he offered it to you.

He definitely wasn't going to win any dance contests, but that was okay because you were having fun. You guided him through the steps and both just making up some when neither of you knew the moves.

When the dance ended, Ritsu hestitantly let go of you. "That was quite fun. Perhaps we should schedule time to do something like this again. That way we can both improve as well."

You smiled and kissed him. "I'd love that."

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[cherryfcola]

Operation: Baby Shadow

I saw a video of baby shadow on tiktok and I thought I might write a little something.

Baby!Shadow x reader (not in a weird way shoo shoo)

Pure fluff!

The day started normally enough—if “normal” meant Rouge dragging you out of bed with zero warning and a pair of sunglasses that screamed I’m here to cause problems on purpose.

“You’re coming with me,” she said, heels clicking against your hardwood floor like it was a runway. “Emergency.”

You groaned, shoving your face into the pillow. “What kind of emergency?”

“The kind where Shadow got hit by a Chaos artifact and now he’s…a baby.”

You sat up.

“What.”

Rouge smirked. “Glad I have your attention.”

⸻

You expected a chibi version of Shadow brooding in the corner, arms crossed like a pouty anime character. What you did not expect was a literal toddler-sized Shadow the Hedgehog sitting in the middle of Rouge’s living room, glaring at a juice box like it had offended his entire bloodline.

“Is that…him?” you asked, stepping cautiously into the room.

“Yep.” Rouge popped a bubble of gum, hands on her hips. “Found him in some ancient ruins. He touched a glowing orb—big mistake. Now we’re here.”

Little Shadow glanced up at you. Same red eyes. Same emo scowl. Except…his proportions were tiny. His gloves barely fit, his chest fur was fluffier, and his little feet kicked at the carpet in a way that was almost—dare you say it—adorable.

“He looks like a Build-A-Bear with trauma,” you whispered.

Shadow narrowed his eyes. “I heard that.”

Rouge’s laughter was immediate. “His attitude is still full-sized, thank Chaos.”

You knelt beside him, lips twitching into a smile. “Hey, Shads. You okay in there?”

He looked at you, and for a second, something softened in his gaze. “You smell like home.”

Your heart did a triple backflip into a pile of warm laundry. “Oh my god.”

⸻

Rouge was having way too much fun with the situation. “Alright, baby bat. Let’s try some talking. Say Rouge.”

Shadow blinked up at her. “…Roosh.”

Rouge clutched her heart dramatically. “That’s close enough! He loves me.”

Then she turned to you. “Your turn. Bet he calls you Y/N like a champ.”

You knelt down again, putting on your most encouraging smile. “Okay, Shadow. Can you say Y/N?”

He tilted his head. Thought about it.

“…Babe.”

Rouge dropped her gum.

You blinked. “I—what?”

“Babe,” Shadow repeated, like it was the most obvious word in the world. “Mine.”

Rouge was wheezing. “Oh my god, he’s still simping for you! In toddler form!”

“I do not simp,” Shadow growled.

You were blushing so hard you were about to become a fire hazard.

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The next few days were wild.

Shadow, now stuck in his chibi form, refused to wear anything other than his own gear, which Rouge had to custom-tailor smaller. (There was a tiny leather jacket involved. It was glorious.) He also insisted on sitting in your lap anytime you were within five feet of him.

“Shadow, I need to make dinner.”

“I assist.”

“You can’t reach the stove.”

“I supervise.”

Mostly, he just clung to your shirt and pointed at things like a princely cat demanding tribute. When you handed him a carrot to gnaw on while you cooked, he called it “primitive” and asked for chili dogs.

“Who even taught you that word?”

“Knuckles.”

“Of course.”

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One afternoon, Rouge left you alone with him while she tried to find a Chaos-reversal expert.

“Don’t break him,” she warned, sliding on her shades. “He’s already emotionally unstable.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

After she left, you looked at Shadow curled up on your couch, swaddled in a blanket and watching Looney Tunes like he was studying enemy tactics.

“You doing okay, baby hedgehog?”

He nodded solemnly. “You are warm.”

You chuckled. “You’re clingier like this, you know.”

“Still me,” he said, staring at you with deadly sincerity. “Just smaller. Still want you.”

That sentence would’ve knocked you flat if he hadn’t followed it up with: “Also, I request spaghetti.”

⸻

There were definitely highlights to babysitting Baby Shadow.

• When he tried to fight a Roomba.

• When he climbed into your laundry basket and called it “a tactical pod.”

• When he threw a tantrum because his juice box was “too weak.”

And then, the moment that took the cake:

You were trying to brush his head quills—because he refused to let Rouge do it—and you gently told him to “sit still, babe.”

He turned around and said: “You called me babe. I win.”

Your soul left your body.

⸻

By the fourth day, Rouge returned with a glowing crystal and a look of triumph.

“Alright, hedgie,” she said. “Time to undo the baby curse.”

Shadow crossed his tiny arms. “I like being small.”

Rouge arched a brow. “You like not being able to reach the bathroom sink?”

“…Less so.”

He looked at you, eyes softening. “Will I still be yours when I’m big again?”

You knelt in front of him, brushing a hand through his ridiculous quills. “You were always mine, Shadow.”

With a glow and a whirl of Chaos energy, he transformed back—taller, sleeker, the same broody edge, but now with slightly rumpled quills and a faint blush on his cheeks.

You blinked.

He blinked.

You both said, “Hey.”

Rouge rolled her eyes so hard you could hear it.

⸻

Later that night, the three of you sat on the couch—Rouge sipping wine, you nursing hot chocolate, Shadow leaning with his arm draped behind you like a middle-schooler on a date.

“I remember everything,” he said suddenly.

You glanced at him. “From when you were tiny?”

He nodded. “Every word. Every cuddle. Every time you kissed my forehead.”

You blushed. “Well, you were adorable. I had to.”

“You still do.”

Rouge groaned. “Get a room.”

“You’re the one in my apartment,” you shot back.

Shadow smirked, smug and a little dangerous. “She’s just mad she didn’t get more cuddles.”

Rouge nearly choked on her wine. “Excuse me! I coddled you!”

“You tucked me in once,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “And called me a gremlin.”

“That’s called affection!”

You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your mug.

⸻

That night, curled in bed with the fully-grown Shadow pressed against your back, he murmured something into your shoulder.

“What was that?” you asked sleepily.

“…Still think you smell like home.”

You smiled.

“You too, babe.”

He groaned, but didn’t correct you.

[bebx]

I am about to just word vomit so much words that im going to need to go down on my knees and apologise for it, sorry if im clogging your inbox.

Junho and Gihun being dogs got me thinking about how Inho basically now got 2 service dogs, it makes hiding from them a lot more difficult because they can now sniff and notice subtle cues from Inho to let them know if Inho is spiraling or feeling depressed.

Junho probably will bite inho to get him out of the bad headspace while gihun just lay on him to keep him grounded or just start licking. Poor inho is just constantly needing to get rid of slobs and basically have first aid kit around for times where junho bites him a bit too hard.

There is no way junho wont be those dramatic dogs that just let out a pathetic howl everytime inho needs to leave the house to do errands or go to the toliet, he acts like inho went missing or went back to the island and is always so excited to see him come back that he just flops on his back and practically beg for belly pats, he always come back his senses fairly quickly but it is already too late so he tries to act less clingy but always finds himself lying down at inhos foot 10mins later.

Gihun probably act more like those paranoid guard dogs (like how he was always on lookout in the games) and is just unconsciously guarding inho like he is a president, it gets awkward real quick when gihun would sit just outside of the showers in the bathroom, making it even more cramp that it already is. Inho tried to lock the bathroom door once and with the power of a paranoid gihun and a clingy junho, they broke the bathroom door down FBI style so now inho leaves all the doors slightly ajar to prevent that from happening again. (And to also prevent another heart attack)

Sleeping is probably the only perks inho really enjoy because its like sleeping with 2 fluffy furnaces so he is just super warm and comfortable (unless they both lie on top of him and almost suffocate him again)

Imagine how awkward it will be after they turn back into humans and how much of the dog instinct still stays with them. Junho had to stop himself from biting inho everytime he wants his attention and gihun has caught himself mid licking inho's face when trying to wake him up.

This is just a dumb scenario but inho decided to go take a shower and thinks he can finally close the door fully and finally have privacy. When he is washing the shampoo out of his hair, he felt a shadow looming over him that he basically turn his head so fast just to be greeted with gihun who slip in quietly when inho was fiddling with the water temperature and inho just let out a high pitch scream thinking he was about to be murdered in the showers. They had to buy a new door for the bathroom because junho broke it down in panic even though it is not locked. (The only good thing from this is inho and gihun now takes showers together to prevent future heart attacks after this happen a few more times)

The universe is expanding ♡

Never apologize for giving me these delicious ideas. You guys are making me want to write something about dog! Jun-ho and dog! Gi-hun too 🥹 okay, we have to get to Cat! In-ho first and then it’s a sequel xx

[emeraldserenade]

thunderbolts reaction to reader getting a cat?

Getting a Cat ~ Thunderbolts* plus Joaquín Torres

synopsis: How they react to you getting a cat

tw: fem!reader, established relationship for everyone, cat's name is Elsie, it gets suggestive with Joaquín (breeding kink goes crazy with him), barely edited.

I've never done something like this but I have it separated by character. I know I said I wasn't writing for John Walker yet, so I guess take this as me trying my hand before I dive head first into him. I also added Joaquín as a bonus because I love him!!

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Bucky Barnes:

Bucky had Alpine so his first thought was to make sure the two got along. As soon as he realized they did, your little baby was just as spoiled as Alpine. You laughed constantly as Bucky got baited into giving both the cats more treats, even if they were just fed.

"I swear, they don't care about us," Bucky grumbled one night when he saw he was being blocked from cuddling into you by both cats, again.

"Awe, you poor baby," you joked, reaching out to stroke his cheek. The actions stirred the cats before both jumped down to curl up by the window. "See now you can come cuddle," you opened your arms and Bucky made himself at home. His head falling on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your middle, you were his grounding presence. The only one he never felt he had to be completely strong around, he could be just him.

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Yelena Belova:

Yelena would be so excited and automatically try and make Elsie and Fanny friends. You watched as she tried her hardest only for Elsie to run every time Fanny got too close.

"Just give it time, love," you cooed at Yelena's crestfallen face. "The shelter said Elsie's skittish," you reminded her and she nodded.

"I just want them to love each other," she told you and you smiled at her.

"And they will, just not yet," you said as went back to reading your book.

The second you saw Elsie and Fanny were curled up and napping together, you took a picture and sent it to Yelena with the caption "See, I told you."

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Bob Reynolds:

Bob would be terrified at hurting your cat, he would be scared that he would forget his strength and accidentally pet her too hard.

"Here, give me your hand," you told him, holding your dominate one out. Bob placed his hand in yours gently and you moved it over to your cat curled up next to you. With gentle movements, you guided Bob's hand over the cat a few times before letting go.

You watched with a small smile as Bob kept petting her, occasionally scratching her head. "She's soft," Bob mumbled and you hummed.

"Yeah, she is. And see, you aren't hurting her. Trust me, cats will make it known if they dislike something," you told him, relaxing back against the bed as your attention turned back to the TV.

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Ava Starr:

Ava would act all uninterested in Elsie but you caught her holding Elsie tenderly one time after a harder mission. You said nothing but you did sit next to her and pet Elsie. Offering silent comfort and to let Ava know you were ready to talk when she was.

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Alexi Shostakov:

He would be all loud and happy about you bringing in a cat. Constantly taking any affection that Elsie gave him as a sign that he was her favorite. You would roll your eyes and let him have it, after all, there was no way you would argue about it. Elsie did seem to like Alexi the most.

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John Walker:

John is a dog person and is completely uninterested in Elsie. But then he turns into one of those 'dads with the pet they didn't want' and Elsie is spoiled. Any joke you made about it was met with a huff but it only made you laugh harder.

"You love her, admit it!" You called from your spot on the couch.

"I do not, I just tolerate her more than normal cats," John huffed.

"You're literally cutting up a salmon filet for her!"

"She needs the fatty acids and proteins."

"Yeah, ok, you health freak," you pretend to not notice his offended look.

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Joaquín Torres:

Joaquín is a dog person but loves you more, so the second you get excited over bringing Elsie home, he's already changing his pet preference. Your shared house is full of top tier cat toys, perches, and beds. Only for Elsie to like sleeping on either of you and messes with your hair ties.

"This is why I like dogs, at least they play with the things you buy them," Joaquín grumbled but planted a small kiss to Elsie's head anyway.

"She just loves us more than what we give her, the perfect kid," you joked without looking up from your book.

"Perfect kid, huh?" You missed the insinuation in his tone so you hummed. "Let's go make one," Joaquín said, pulling your book out of your hands before marking the page and pulling you into his chest.

"Joaquín Torres!" You laughed but let him pull you into the bedroom anyway.

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[bwabbitv3s]

John is never in his office in the watchtower as he always ends up found and forced to deal with things when he is there. Today is no different only it is Batman that shows up at his door. He is sorely tempted to hide under his desk and pretend to not have seen Batman at the door. Only Spooky probably knows he is there and will just track him down. A deep sigh and regret about not being allowed to smoke in the watchtower he gets up and unlocks the door.

That, he was not expecting that. Batman standing in the doorway to his office with an armful of cats. Two adults, one young cat just out of kittenhood, and a little kitten. The largest cat, ginger tom with a torn up ear and white blaze, glares and growls at him. The other placid adult cat, looks like a one of those fancy gray leopard spotted ones, just bats at the first and chirps happily. The younger black cat dangles from Batman's arms and gives John that judging look only cats can pull off. The kitten is a tiny cinnamon coloured thing puffed up in adorable fury with seething green eyes.

"Fix them." Batman say.

John has the dawning horror that he begins to recognizes the cats the longer he looks at them.

[sinkuna]

୨୧ — Gojo notices everything about you, especially in moments like these when you’re curled up like a content little kitten on the couch. Your oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder as you wiggle your toes in those fuzzy socks, and how your nose scrunches adorably while focusing on catching that sneaky fish in Animal Crossing, completely lost in your virtual island paradise.

He also notices when you haven’t paid attention to him all day. And if Gojo Satoru isn't getting his daily dose of you, then something must be done.

"Mmn~, pay attention to meeeee," Gojo whined dramatically, flopping onto the couch with all the grace of an attention starved puppy. His fluffy white hair tickling your thighs as he positions himself between your legs, making you giggle despite trying to maintain concentration.

"Shhh, I'm trying to foc-eep~♡!" Your stern words dissolved into a pitiful little squeak as his strong arms suddenly wrapped around your legs, spreading them wide with playful enthusiasm. How those brilliant blue irises of his practically sparkled with a devilish glint made your heart skip as he noticed your lack of underwear, "N-Not now, Satoru, i want to play my-!!"

"Aww, but I wanna play too," he cooed, nuzzling against your inner thigh like an affectionate cat, "And look what pretty toy I found~ no panties? My adorable little player going commando? How scandalous~"

You try to close your legs when his warm breath ghosts across your exposed pussy, "S-Satoru!" you squealed, trying to keep your Switch steady even as heat flooded your cheeks, "don't you have literally anyone else to pester? L-like Nanami, he’s fun to annoy, right?"

He pouted dramatically, batting those impossibly long eyelashes, "I thought you knew?" He cocked his head at you while giving you the sweetest smile, "Pestering you is my favorite hobby. Besides..." he drags his tongue slowly up your slit, making you nearly drop your game, "Nanami could never taste this good."

Your gasp turned into a giggle that melted into a moan as he hummed happily like he's enjoying the sweetest dessert.

"Mmm, sweet as candy." he purred between licks, "Keep playing your game, sweetie. Let's see how long you can focus~"

Your fingers trembled on the controls as he devoured you like his favorite dessert, making exaggerated "nom nom" sounds that had you torn between laughing and moaning. The fishing line wobbled wildly on screen while his tongue dove inside, swirling around your gummy insides and coaxing out your sweet juices before moving up to wrap his soft lips around your swollen clit, sucking gently.

"Ahh! Y-you're m’impo-hah~ssible!" you whimpered, trying to sound angry even as your hips rocked against his face.

"Impossibly charming? Impossibly handsome? Impossibly good at making you cum?" He winked up at you, chin glistening with your juices.

The Switch clattered to the floor as you tangled your fingers in his white hair, giving up any resistance. The noises Gojo was pulling out of you were lewd enough to make a porn star blush, and that cocky- delighted chuckle only spurred you on more as it vibrated against your clit.

"Such pretty noises you make," he teases between slurps, his tongue swirling around your throbbing nub, "Much better than any game soundtrack."

"Sh-ut up, you men-ah~ce," you moaned, tugging his hair the way you knew he loved. His responding growl making your toes curl.

"Make me," he challenged, slipping two fingers inside your drooling cunt, pumping in and out at a delicious pace before curling them to hit that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. "We're just getting started. I've got lots more games we can play~"

His cock pressed insistently against his pants as he crawled up your body, catching your lips in a messy kiss that let you taste yourself on his playful tongue.

"Congrats~ you unlocked the next level. Ready for the next stage?" he asked, grinding his hips against yours teasingly. "I promise it's more fun than Animal Crossing~"

You knew your game would have to wait, especially since it now lies forgotten on the floor as Gojo shows you exactly why he’s your favorite distraction. After all, who needed virtual fishing when you had the strongest determined to make you cum until you were seeing stars?

⋆｡˚꒰ঌ 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ໒꒱˚｡⋆

[iam-anordinary-human-orami]

I really want a scene like this in tsc2 where Neil seems to call Jean more often to check up on him and the floozies are perplexed "Why is Josten calling you?" "You guys close or sth?" "You still haven't told us what happened when he whisked you away" "we are worried sick Jean, how can you keep us in the dark?" And then Cat will say sth like "are you not sharing what you're talking to Josten about cause you're embarrassed?" Jeremy being a worried mother hen "is he bothering you?" And Jean keeps shutting everything down telling them not to worry, and then Laila as a joke says "is he flirting with you?"

And Jean responds with "I hope not. I don't think his boyfriend would take it well"

Everyone immediately stops what they are doing. "Im sorry, his WHAT?"

All hell breaks lose. Cat is shaking Laila "Josten is FRUITY?!", Jeremy is like "He has a boyfriend?" Laila being like "in the year that he joined the foxes and almost died in the hands of his serial killer dad, he got a boyfriend??? How???" And then Cat and Laila start asking questions, Jeremy trying to calm them down but also being curious, Jean is like "Well he's not told me explicitly, but it's obvious."

Jeremy having an epiphany "oh my god. Is it Kevin?" Cat in the background "oh please let it be Kevin" Jean says no, "Kevin is too much of a coward", the floozies are looking at each other like "oh we are definitely unpacking THAT at some point". And then they're like okay, well maybe the boyfriend is not on the team. But Jean confirms, it's a fox, i can tell u who it is-' "NO! We need to figure this one out!" "Let our gaydar do the work Jean we got things to prove!" Jean tiredly: "to who?"

So they start guessing, oh Hemmick is undeniably fruity, Jean is like "I don't even know who that is. Oh, backliner? No, not him". "Maybe it's Boyd?!" Cat being like "Escandalo! Cause he's with the captain right? Wilds?" Laila commenting "He'd be out of his mind to pass on that, and this is the educated opinion of a lesbian", Jean is like "how come u guys know all their names?" Jeremy says "they are a small team and it's hard not to keep tabs on them when they are in the news cycle every week or so"

"Guys we're losing track, keep your heads locked in! Who could be Josten's boyfriend, that tonight's pressing question!" "But there's no one else... wait, is he with the other backliner? Short blonde?" "I'm gonna be honest, I don't get queer vibes from him" "Lol can u imagine it's actually the goalkeeper twin" "what the one that went to juvie and looks like hes one step away from biting our heads off on the court? Nahh". Jean looks at an invisible camera like he's in the office.

And then something happens and they forget about it, until like the winter banquet or some shit and Cat is intently looking at Neil trying to decipher who his boyfriend could be, maybe he is in a throuple with Wilds and Boyd? Jean is like "Why are you looking at the foxes' table so intently?" "It's investigative work, don't worry about it" and then Neil comes over and takes Jean away at the open bar to talk about sth, the floozies are pretending to not be looking at them. Neil notices and he's like "I see they taken claim already." Jean responds with "It's not what u think" and they talk, Andrew probably gets bored at some point and goes to Neil, puts a single hand on his lower back and Jean being able to hear commotion in the Trojans table turns to see them acting like "normal", except their poses look rehearsed, there's drinks that have been spilled on the table and Cat is drinking from an empty glass looking at the sky.

[shouyuus]

18+, vi-shaped brainrot, mdni

consider college roommate!vi who is the star of the rugby team and just such a fucking jock about it, spends hours at the gym, has pre and post workout drinks and never closes her door when she's blasting rock music, leaves pink hair dye on the bathroom counter, stains the tub when she gets drunk and tries to redo her roots, calls you everything but your name -- sweetcheeks, dollface, cupcake, princess -- isn't shy about her hookups, doesn't even bother to apologize the mornings after another pretty cheerleader scampers out of her room, shrugs and winks when you come out of the bathroom with a tiny thong dangling off your finger that's clearly not either of yours.

college roommate!vi who does kickboxing on the weekends and teaches a kid's course at the local gym. the first time you go there to drop something of her's off as a favor, you can't help but stare at the way she laughs and chases the kids around, so gentle with her movements, so careful, guiding their punches, correcting their forms. and the kids love her -- it's so easy to see, the stars in their eyes, the color high in their cheeks, the way the girls cluster around her legs and the boys are constantly vying for her approval, how she tries her best to divide up her attention equally between all of them.

college roommate!vi who goes real quiet the first time you laugh in her presence, a real laugh, not one of those ha-ha ones you snipe at her when she's trying to get a rise out of you, or teasing you about spending all your time in the library, but one that shakes your shoulders and makes your whole face light up. who has to blink when you cock your head and ask if she's okay bc she was so busy staring at you, wondering about the weird thumping in her chest, the tightness in her throat.

college roommate!vi who's there for you when you're stressed about your dissertation, and she knew you were smart, but listening to you rant about it at 3am in the morning, she's starting to realize that... you're kind of a genius. to be so young and already doing a doctorate in mechanical engineering, and the things you're trying to do -- they could conceivably change the world one day. who freezes when you let your head drop onto her shoulder with a heavy sigh, telling her that you don't know what to do.

"you'll figure it out, cupcake. with a brain like yours? you always do."

college roommate!vi who realizes way too late that she's kinda got it bad for you, bc since when did she start getting used to the sight of you wearing one of her gym shirts in the mornings, making scrambled eggs, rolling your eyes when she yawns her way into the tiny kitchen, leaning an arm against the fridge as she looks you over before asking what's for breakfast. who's gotten so used to falling asleep to the soft clatter of your computer keys that when you leave to visit your family for a weekend, she tosses and turns and can't figure out why it's impossible for her to get to sleep, wanders into sliver of space you guys have crammed a couch and tv into to call a living room, slumping down there to stare at the ceiling, only to feel her fingers graze against something on the ground, who tugs out the thing from under the couch only to find herself staring at one of your bunched up socks with the goofy cartoon cats pattern, and she remembers (suddenly) finding you tearing your room apart the week before trying to look for it because it's your favorite pair of socks.

she finds herself chuckling, letting the sock fall again, but the tightness in her throat doesn't recede, and invisible fingers clench in her gut as she lets her eyes fall shut.

"well... fuck."

college roommate!vi who doesn't know how to act when you get back from your weekend away, when you throw yourself into her arms, your skin still smelling of the crisp fall air and something warm, and spicy -- it reminds her of the holiday market you dragged her to last year, the cinnamon and spiced apples, the hot, mulled wine, the way it burned all the way down when she took the first sip, the way it worked the most darling flush into your cheeks above your pink knit scarf.

"i've got a present for you!" you say, when you finally extricate yourself from her gasp, your arms still around her shoulders, her hands still settled around your waist.

"y-yeah? you didn't have to do that, sweetcheeks --"

"yeah, but i saw this in a store window and -- well i just... it reminded me of you," you say, pulling back to dig something out of your travel bag, and it takes everything in vi not to tug you back into her chest. so instead, she settles for knitting her arms across her front and coughing to hide the fact that her throat's just tightened over itself at your words. you? seeing something and thinking of her? gods, she was so far gone.

"here," you say, pulling a small black box out and offering it to her on the palm of your hand.

vi stares, before reaching out to take it, her eyes flickering up towards your face, only to catch you chewing on your bottom lip in a way that makes her mind frizzle out at the edges. she refocuses her attention on the box -- opening it, she finds a tiny little gemstone, set on a thin golden chain --

"oh..." she breathes, tugging out up to let the gem dangle from between her fingers.

"it -- it's an alexandrite stone," you say, your voice a bit reedy, but you push on as vi continues to stare, "it's uhm -- one of the rarest gemstones in nature, but the cool thing is it changes colors depending on what kind of light it's under --" you reach up to grasp her wrist, her lungs seizing at the contact as you tug her into the incandescent light of the kitchen. "see? it was light blue a second ago, right? and now it's --"

"violet," vi says, her voice soft and disbelieving.

you quickly let go of her wrist, pursing your lips and wrapping your arms around yourself, looking anywhere but at her face.

"yeah -- i just --" your shoulders shrug up as she stares at you, her sky-light eyes wide, "it... it reminded me of... you."

college roommate!vi who, ever since the "necklace incident" (as the rest of the rugby team likes to call it), hasn't really been the same. she's put on the necklace and not taken it off for even a second since the day you gave it to her, but now she doesn't really know how to act around you -- bc did you actually like her? i mean, the necklace is... a pretty big thing to just give someone, but what if you were just giving it to her as a friend? as a roommate? she agonizes over it to the point that the rest of the team are so, so sick of hearing about it, they lovingly tell her to just fuck her and get it over with already. but vi insists that she can't -- it's different with you.

college roommate!vi who's stunned speechless when she gets home to find you staring at your computer, your expression blank. and at first, she thinks something's horribly wrong, but then you're slamming into her, squealing about how you've done it -- your thesis defense went well, that you're a doctor now -- and she's picking you up, spinning you around, buoyed up by the effervescence of your happiness, pressing a kiss to your cheek --

"oh my god, congrats princess! i knew it! i always knew you could do it!"

"thanks -- god, i just -- i've wanted it for so long i... i don't know what to do with myself now that i've got it, y'know?" you say, still suspended in vi's arms, your feet lifted off the ground. it takes a moment before you both seem to realize the position you're in, and vi clears her throat as she lets you down, you looking away, pressing your palms to your cheeks to cool the heat gathering there.

after a brief pause though, vi chuckles, reaching out to slip a finger beneath your chin, tilting your face up towards her's.

"c'mon, put on one of those pretty dresses of yours. we're going out."

"out?"

"yeah. to celebrate."

you blink as vi pulls her hand away.

"but it's like... 4:30 on a tuesday."

vi cocks an eyebrow, a smirk twitching at her lips, "yes, and? c'mon cupcake --" her eyes catch yours and instead of looking away, she holds it this time, something flickering behind their powder-blue depths that makes your skin prickle with heat, "i'll show you a good time."

college roommate!vi who takes you to one of her favorite clubs, tugging you through the crowd, the jostling bodies, holding your hand in her's, trying really hard not to think too much about it (or the fucking insane little black and pink miniskirt you put on), telling herself that it's just to make sure she doesn't lose you in the crowd, grinning when someone knocks you into her chest, and she finds her arm wrapped around your waist, fingers scrunching the material of your skirt, your palms splayed on her chest.

she buys the both of you a round of shots, watching with a hitched breath as your tongue flickers out to lick the salt daubed on your wrist, the way your eyes squeeze shut when you take the shot and your lips wrap around the lime slice, tries to ignore the twist in her gut like a turning blade, the way her whole body flushes with heat, the dull ache caught between her legs when you wipe your lips, your eyes bright and a little blown out, your cheeks flushed with color as you giggle and lace your hands with hers again --

"come on! i wanna dance!"

college roommate!vi who is just drunk enough to let herself dance with you, to let herself lean in to the way you're twisting your body, fingers in your hair, your eyes closed, an indulgent smile on your lips, who let's herself imagine (just for a second), pulling you in to kiss you, how soft your lips might feel on hers, how silken your skin might be beneath her hands, who tries not to groan when you lean in closer, link your arms behind her neck, press your whole body against her's, who grips your hips just a little too tight, grinds you against her, sees the way you gasp, your eyelids fluttering as you eyes glaze out --

college roommate!vi who can't help how she groans at the sight, tugs you in by the back of your neck to mash her lips to yours, crushing you to her as she kisses you (finally, finally) and you let yourself he kissed -- your fingers tangle in her choppy pink hair, and she swears you make this sweet, mind-bending whimpering noise in the back of your throat that drives her up the wall and right over it --

but when she pulls back, she sees the look on your face -- shocked and little confused, but you're drunk, and she doesn't wanna do this with you -- at least, not like this.

college roommate!vi who pulls away, only to have you follow her all the way out the club, into this small dark alley, her shaking her head, feeling a strange, saltwater prickle at the back of her throat as she says --

"shit -- sorry. i didn't mean to -- i just -- you were just so -- and i -- fuck, i didn't --"

"vi -- vi -- no, violet, listen to me --"

it's her full name on your lips that makes her pause, makes her turn to find you walking towards her. your lipstick is smeared, your hair a waterfall mess around your shoulders as you corner her against the rough brick of the club's exterior. faintly, she can still feel the pulse of music reverberating from inside the club, but out here, the air is damp and cold and quiet.

"i -- i'm sorry i kissed you," she says, her voice cracking over the syllables. she bites her lips as you frown up at her, your eyes searching her's before you let out a soft sigh and a scoff.

"well. i'm sorry you feel that way. cause..." you take half a step back, your arms curling around yourself before you glance back at her with a hard, determined light to your eyes as you press back into her space, your cheeks bright with color.

"i was really kinda hoping you'd do it again."

vi's breath punches out of her chest; it takes a few seconds of sputtering before she gathers herself enough to speak.

"wait -- what? you..."

you crinkle your nose, rolling your eyes, "i -- i thought i was making it obvious -- i mean, with the whole necklace thing -- it doesn't take a genius to figure how i feel about --"

you squeak as she pins you against the opposite wall, her lips seeking yours out, her fingers rucking up the material of your top, making you hiccup as they tease under the wire-rim of your bra.

college roommate!vi who can barely control herself when you sink your fingers into her hair, tugging lightly as you gasp out a breath, her lips tracking fire along the side of your neck, intent on making you whimper again, just the way she likes, grazing her teeth along your collarbone even as you jerk at her hair --

"vi -- fuck -- vi, not here --" you swallow around the burgeoning desire, and when you glance down to find her looking up at you, her eyes so dark they're almost black, you fight back a groan, cup your palms around her cheeks and pull her up for a long kiss.

"let's --" you suck in a breath even as vi whines at the loss your lips, "let's go home --"

"holy fuck," vi swears, somehow managing to pull herself back just far enough to taste the misty night air. she stares at you, your chest heaving, a daisy-chain of hickeys blossoming along the long expanse of your neck, your makeup good and smeared, your hair a mess, your eyes bright and so full of love as they flicker over her face.

vi smiles, helpless to the loud, uncertain drumming of her heart as she says, "y-yeah -- let's get you home, princess."

college roommate!vi who barely waits for the elevator door to close in your building before she's got you shoved up against the wall, hoisting you up, her fingers seeking out the softness of your skin, tugging up your shirt, her other hand dipping into the waistband of your skirt, her mouth open and hungry as she kisses your neck, bites down at the junction of your shoulder just to hear you moan.

college roommate!vi who's way too good at undoing your bra with one hand the second you get back to your apartment (if you were more coherent, you might've thought it hot), the door slamming closed, the pair of you toppling onto the room, breathy laughs and panting whines as she hoists you into her arms and carries you to your bedroom, laying you down so gently, kissing up your stomach till you're whimpering, your own hands pulling your top off your body, leaving you in an undone-bra and a miniskirt, your cheeks flushed. you push yourself up onto your elbows, watching as vi peaks up at you from between your legs, shooting you a wink before she's tugging down your skirt and panties all in one, an eyebrow ticking up at the lil lacey thing you had on beneath the skirt all along.

"all this for me, pretty?"

you press your lips, eyes cutting away as she looks between the bra dangling off your shoulders and the panties caught round your ankles. her lashes flutter.

"oh, a matching set," she cocks her head, running her palms up your thighs, pinning them open again as you try to press them closed, feeling suddenly much too seen (bc you'd be straight up lying if you hadn't put it on in the vague hope that the night might evolve into something like this).

she clicks her tongue, shaking her head with a cocky, shit-eating grin that makes your heart skitter in your chest. her drops a light kiss to your inner thigh, savoring in the way you whine again.

"nope, keep 'em open princess."

college roommate!vi who takes her time with you, bc rly she's been waiting way too long for this, has imagined it one too many times, but nothing can compare to the way your hips jerk up against her mouth, the way your fingers tighten in her hair every time she licks up the seam of your cunt, the way your breath catches on her name over and over again, like you can't quite get the word out even though it's just a single syllable. she groans against you, too lost in the taste of you to care about what a mess she must look like, with her tongue fucking into your desperate hole, her nose nudging your clit, her fingers digging crescent moon marks into your hipbones.

she's sure that if this were an old-fashioned cartoon, there'd be big, balloon hearts popping out of her eyes. she can't get enough of you like this -- moaning her name, your legs on either side of her face, your skin littered with the remnants of her. she has the eye-rolling thought of you the next morning, of how all these marks will still be there to remind you of her every single time you see one of them.

college roommate!vi who doesn't expect you to flip over after she's literally eaten you out seven ways to sunday, to tug her in for a soft kiss (though she really does like pressing your own taste back into your mouth with her tongue), before your fingers are inching down the length of her body to tease at her hips, trailing circles down the lines of her abs, toying with the thin line of hair that leads into her black boxer briefs.

"what are you --"

you shoot her a look that has her mouth going dry.

"what? didn't think i can give as good as i get?"

college roommate!vi who's literally going to lose her mind with the way you're fingers (at first sight so thin and delicate, but gods are they stronger than they look) are pressing into her, curling up with the kind of precision usually only associated with doctors, and then a voice in the back of her head reminds her -- oh, right, you are a doctor now. but logical thought dies after that, bc you've somehow worked your way between her legs and are looking up at her with those big dark eyes of yours, smiling sunshine bright before you drop a kitten-lick against her clit and she's twitching, keening as she cums all over your fingers.

"jesus fuckin' christ, doll -- is that what you're learning in those engineering classes?"

she's breathless, cheeks flushed, and honestly just a little embarrassed at how quickly she came, but she has to bite back another groan as she watches you lick your fingers clean, grinning sweetly up at her as if you didn't just get her off in record time.

"no, but i did do my dissertation on human-based robotics, which included a lot of late nights memorizing anatomical models so..."

vi pulls you in for a kiss, laughing against your lips.

"you're amazing, y'know that?"

college roommate!vi who can't really believe how much she's lucked out, sharing an apartment with her girlfriend, who literally cannot shut up about you, but the rugby team all agree that they'd rather have this than the months of endless pining. who brags about her genius gf to anyone who'll listen, and looks for you in the stands of all her practice matches when you can make it, who kisses you in front of everyone even when you make a show of trying to wiggle away bc she's sweaty (you don't really care).

who loves telling the story of how you guys met bc she still can't quite believe it herself, and the story always starts with --

"well, actually -- we started off as roommates."

[nightingale-prompts]

Just your average coffee shop AU-DCxDP prompt

What do you do when you've been blacklisted from every coffee chain in Gotham?

You have to find other sources.

That is Tim's current predicament but he put out a few messages out and an informant got back to him about a new café that opened on the outskirts of the city.

There wasn't much else on it other than the fact that it was located in an old cemetery. No details or anything.

Desperate for the black icker that made up his blood by this point Tim went.

Walking down the cobblestone path Tim began to doubt if the shop was real. The decrepit tombstones seemed to be the only people here but as he passed the mausoleums he saw a single stone crypt that had a sign.

Hours:

Tues-Saturday 12pm-3:00 am

Sunday: All day

Mon: Closed

(Vlad Masters is banned)

Tim opened the stone door and heard the faint sound of violins and saxophones. A staircase led deeper to an aged wooden door.

The rusty door henge screeched as he opened the door like a doorbell. The room was a lounge with plush seats and smooth wood tables. A dance floor was in the center currently occupied by well dressed patrons. The scent of fresh dark roast coffee filled the air. A band played live music, it was a blend of gothic folk and Jazz. The booths were filled with a few patrons cheering for the performers as they drank coffee and played cards.

The counter where he could order his drink was a bar. Despite what you'd assume they weren't selling alcohol at least not yet. The man behind the counter beckoned him over.

The barista dressed in a white dress shirt and a black buttoned vest embroidered with a ribcage design. He had fingerless gloves with matching skeletal hand design. The man's face was a pale bit warm tone with a blueish green hue on his cheekbones. His lips were a dark ashen black with a subtle shine. It was probably just the aesthetic.

"Evening, traveler." His voice practically purred as he greeted the weary young man"The rhythm's alive, and the spirits are waiting—how can I make your afterlife?"

"Coffee. Black." Tim said gruffly despite to get it in his system.

"Oh, you got it bad, don't you? Let me get you something that will actually help." The bartender said turning to brew a cup.

Tim's eyes scanned the chalkboard menu that hung above the bar.

Hot Coffee Drinks:

Graveyard Brew – A rich dark roast with a hint of smoked caramel. (Tucker's pick)

Phantom Flat White – A smooth flat white with ghostly foam art. (Danny's pick)

Latté of the Damned– A spiced pumpkin latte with black cinnamon dust. (Jazz's pick)

Eternal Espresso– A bold, double-shot espresso.

The Velvet Casket – Mocha with dark chocolate and a touch of vanilla.

Sepulcher Spice – Chai-spiced coffee with a hint of nutmeg. (Val's pick)

Necromancer’s Nitro – Nitro cold brew with a dash of maple syrup. (Dan's pick)

Iced Coffee Drinks:

Cold-Brew Crypt– Smooth cold brew with a splash of sweet cream.

Chilled Cadaver– Iced coffee with coconut milk and a shot of hazelnut. (Dani's pick)

The Frosted Requiem – Blended mocha with chocolate drizzle.

Soulful Swirl– Iced latte with caramel and a swirl of blackcurrant syrup.

Moonlit Macchiato– Vanilla macchiato with activated charcoal. (Sam's pick)

Tim definitely sensed a theme here.

"I added a few shots of expresso and some dark chocolate liquor. It should get you right and some minor heart palpitations. I think I'll call it 'The Black Veil'." The barista smiled very cat-like.

"Am I getting my name on the board?" Tim quipped without thinking as he sipped the hot coffee. Actually, it was cooler than he thought it would be. It was the perfect temperature. And the taste was amazing.

"Only if you're a regular and I think your drink might be too much for anyone else." The barista laughed softly.

"So...this place is pretty um...gothic?"

"This place used to be just for the dead but we've recently over up to the living."

"Heh, I get it."

"Get what?"

Tim coughed awkwardly. He didn't want to stop talking to the goth barista yet and the quality coffee was convincing. Maybe it was the environment. It was like walking into a different world.

"So what's this place called? So I know what Im coming back to." Tim tried to sound cool but let's face it, he's been beat.

"This is the Catacomb Club. Where the spirits swing and the night never sleeps. You should come again soon, cutie. I think I got a good surge of inspiration just looking at you." He purred in delight as he leaned over the bar tapped Tim's cheek.

Tim felt his face burn, the touch felt like electricity tickling his skin. A string of babbling seemed to come out of this mouth as he tried to respond.

"Heh heh, don't keep me waiting dear," he laughed "Oh, and by the way. My name is Danny. Catch me in the early shift. My brother works the late shift mixing the alcohol. But if you want you can catch me on the stage or on the dance floor. I might even make you an extra cup or two." Danny said.

Tim found his footsteps on the way up lighter and only when he made it back the cematary gate did he notice.

He never paid.

[sixeyesonathiel]

after a perfect date in 2006 tokyo, satoru walks you home—only for your sweet “i love you more” exchange to spiral into a dramatic, petty, and painfully cute love quarrel he absolutely must win (or lose, if it means he gets a kiss).

wc — 1.2k | masterlist.

to be very clear: satoru gojo is in love. disgustingly, tragically, brain-meltingly in love. like. embarrassingly so. if he were any more whipped, he’d be carrying a flag that says “princess patrol” with a tiara on his head and a matching sparkly sash.

this is not news to anyone. not to nanami, who now physically groans every time satoru brings you up in homeroom, muttering something about “secondhand embarrassment” under his breath. not to shoko, who once threatened to set his flip phone on fire if she caught him grinning at your texts again during chemistry.

and certainly not to satoru himself—he knew it the second he saw you pretending not to cry over a shoujo manga at the konbini, shoulders hunched, back turned like you were a secret agent on a mission of emotional concealment. the way you sniffled when the heroine got her heart broken... yeah. he was doomed. doomed and dazzled. he spent the whole walk home afterward wondering what your laugh sounded like. he didn’t even realize he’d bought the same manga until he was halfway through volume one in his room.

and now, after a very successful date complete with shared melon soda, stolen fries, and a frankly dangerous amount of eye contact, he’s walking you home like the world’s most lovesick bodyguard.

“i love you,” he says, voice soft as mochi, hands buried in his hoodie pocket, fingers nervously fiddling with the frayed tag inside. he’s leaning against the gate outside your house like he’s the main character in some 90s j-drama. too cool for school. too full of feelings to pull it off. the streetlamp glows like a halo behind his head, and there’s the faint rustle of wind through sakura leaves nearby. a cat meows distantly. cinematic as hell.

you glance up at him, lips curved. you’re all plush jacket and sleepy sparkle, your breath curling like smoke in the chilly evening air. “i love you more,” you murmur, eyes soft and warm in the porchlight. it hits him like a truck. like he’s just been blindsided by a delivery van full of chocolate and scented stationery.

he straightens immediately, all casualness forgotten. “you love me more?” he repeats, eyes narrowing in confusion and betrayal. “as in, more than me loving you?”

you nod, chin tilted up in that exact, infuriatingly cute way you do when you’re being stubborn and earnest and objectively wrong. your arms cross, sleeves puffed around your hands like you’re shielding yourself with plush.

“way more.”

“that’s not even mathematically possible,” he says, appalled. the back of his neck is flushed. he hopes you can’t tell. “i love you so much it’s, like, terminal. you’d get heartburn just standing too close.”

“i gave you my tempura earlier!!” you declare, stepping forward like you’ve just played your ultimate card in a courtroom drama.

satoru physically recoils. the tempura. from your lunch set earlier. the tempura you guard with your life. he remembers the look of pure delight when he accepted it. he posted about it on his secret blog. he added glitter gifs.

“that doesn’t count! you don’t even like tempura!”

“but i ordered it. and i gave it to you. that’s sacrifice. that’s love.”

“you weaponized your picky eating habits to prove a point. that’s emotional blackmail!”

“still counts.”

“i carried your bag the whole day and didn’t complain once when you dragged me to that character cafe,” he fires back. “the one with the pink walls and sparkly wallpaper and drinks named after magical girls.”

“you literally took thirty selfies with the mascot and tried to buy the limited-edition plushie!” you say, poking his chest. “you had fun!”

“irrelevant!” he says, puffing up. “it was your idea! i was just... being supportive.”

you roll your eyes, shoulders lifting in a subtle pouty shrug. satoru watches the way your nose scrunches just slightly when you’re trying not to smile. it drives him insane.

“just admit it. i love you more.”

he mirrors your posture, except taller and sulkier. his brows furrow. his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose. his fingers twitch at his sides, like he’s physically restraining himself from reaching out and squishing your cheeks. “nope. not happening.” his voice drops, softens, eyes locked on yours. “i wish you did. but i love you more. i always will. forever and ever, end of story.”

“i’d give up my favorite keychain for you,” you mumble.

“i bought you that keychain.”

“i named my phone wallpaper after you.”

“you call it ‘hot guy energy’.”

“...still counts.”

“you cried when i said i was gonna shave my head for basketball!”

“because i would’ve had to dump you on principle!”

“see, that’s not love, that’s cruelty!”

the bickering spirals. you’re toe to toe now, the air crackling like static. the porchlight flickers again like it’s had enough. down the street, the faint ding of the approaching train cuts through the cold night air.

satoru stiffens. he’s gonna miss it. he knows he is. he should go. but you’re standing there, lips hidden behind your hands, cheeks puffed out in triumph. you’re not gonna kiss him. not unless he caves.

he steps in, taller frame looming, hoodie rustling as he slouches slightly to meet your height. his voice dips low, sugar and plea.

“baby. please. i need that kiss. at least one. maybe... ten. twelve. twenty?”

you dodge him again.

he gasps so loud a dog barks from the neighbor’s yard. he clutches his chest, reeling, spinning half a turn like he’s been physically hit. “you’re gonna let me DIE with a pout on your face? you enjoy this. you’re sick.”

you shrug, all too pleased. your fingers press harder over your mouth like you’re physically holding back a giggle. your brows lift just a little. you don’t say it, but he can read it in your eyes: surrender, peasant.

“okay, okay, fine!” he wails, collapsing dramatically to his knees on the sidewalk. “you win! you love me more! you’re love’s final boss! i’m just a silly side character caught in your love web! just kiss me before i perish!”

you laugh—finally—and he rockets back up like a jack-in-the-box, cupping your cheeks with cold hands, beaming like the sun.

he peppers your face in kisses. forehead. cheeks. nose. jaw. eyelids. temples. rapid-fire affection. you squeak when he nips your chin. then, he finally presses six long, sweet kisses to your lips—each one with increasing smugness—because he’s dramatic and greedy and you’re giggling between them.

when he pulls back, his hair’s tousled from your fingers, and he looks like he’s just walked out of a sparkly shoujo panel. his grin’s crooked. his ears are glowing red.

he backs away with three backward steps, then sprints off down the block, scarf trailing behind him like a hero’s cape. just before the corner, he spins.

“I LOVE YOU THE MOOOOST!!”

you gape. seething. betrayed. your fists shake. your cheeks? crimson.

the porchlight sputters in protest. a crow caws from a rooftop. a neighbor’s blinds snap shut.

he vanishes.

he’ll bring pudding tomorrow. maybe the melon pan. he’ll pretend to be sorry. but he’s not. he’s already dreaming up sticker bribes and keychains and new tactics.

but you’re wrong.

because satoru is in love.

and you might love him more.

he loves you the most.

end of discussion.

(probably.)