#trying not to be sad about not being able to cuddle my cat again

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Oh memories

Getting sent back in time hurts even more if the person you love has no memories of you, yet you remember everything.

Warnings: Emotional hurt, No comfort, crying, you basically go through your phone and remember sweet moments with your boyfriend you can’t have anymore.

Auhtors note: So as Satan is my favourite character, and Nightbringer is making me sad with some of the moments. I decided how to better cope that than with writing a small one shot. Also english is not my first language nor have I written for Obey me before but I hope you all enjoy this anyway!

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You were lying in your bed in Cacytus hall, wide awake during the middle of the night scrolling through your camera roll.

It held pictures that now were more dear to you than ever before.

Whenever night came your thoughts were flooded with memories of the past, or rather the future, the time which you are originally from.

Solomon did his best to distract you during the evenings the two of you spend together.

He often offered you that he would take over the cooking so you could enjoy the evening after a stressful day of being a demon babysitter, luckily you always convinced him to either let yourself cook or to just order food, him still not catching onto the fact that you are doing everything in your power to hinder him from cooking.

The small smile that had begun to form on your face at that thought quickly fell as you scrolled to the next photo on your phone. It was a candid shot Asmo had taken of you and Satan as you were cuddling in the blondes room.

He had one arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close to him, a book in his other hand, though his grip on it was loose as he had fallen asleep along with you. His head was resting on yours, a content smile on both of your faces.

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you quickly scrolled further, though that only made it worse.

It was a selfie you and Satan took together, both of you had fake cat ears on your heads. You were smiling brightly in the camera, while he looked at you with a look on his face as if you had hung the stars upon the night sky.

Scrolling one more time, the photo now was one you took of him. He was gently holding a cat in his arms, cooing at the small ball of fur. You still remembered this day well. The two of you went to a cat cafe, and basically fell in love with a small black and white kitten that had a black nose. It was the one Satan was holding in the picture. It was so cute both of you couldn't help but to try and take it to the House of Lamentation with you. Sadly you were caught by Lucifer when your jacket began meowing. 

Tears were now streaming down your face you wondered if you and Satan would ever be like this again? Now whenever he looked at anyone he was full of rage and anger, a look you only saw a few times before, and it had never been directed at you ever since the two of you had started dating. Now it was directed at everyone he came across, be it Lucifer, Asmodeus or you.

Of course you understood that he had basically been just born. He was confused and angry about his own existence, afterall he was the manifestation of someone elses emotions.

You weren’t upset or disappointed with him for acting like this towards you, how could you? He only knows this one emotion and can not control it yet, nor does he even know what other emotions felt like.

Though you did wonder, would you really be able to form a pact with him like this, so you could go back to the Satan you knew and called yours?

Would you even be able to get close to Satan like this? You may seem like a demon to everyone else, but you were still just a human. And Solomon never taught you a “Calm a wrath demon down so you can form a pact” spell.

Putting your phone aside you hugged one of your pillows close to your chest. 

If you were in the present you’d now be snuggled against Satan as he holds you close and reads to you so you could fall asleep.

Burying your face in the pillow you were holding you began to sob. You missed these moments with Satan so much. You just wanted him to hold you again and tell you everything will be okay and that he is here for you.

You really hoped you would be able to somehow work all this out as fast as you can, so you can stop being a demon attendant and go back to your time, and back to your Satan.

Your hand unconsciously went to rub the place where Satan’s pact mark used to be, somehow the action still can provide you with a certain sense of calm, despite the mark and pact being gone and having to be reforged.

Closing your eyes as you were starting to fall asleep you hoped that at least tonight you wouldn’t have nightmares of failing your task and Satan never loving you again.

Though just like every other night since travelling back in time, you would be bound to have nightmares, only to have to pretend to be fine in the morning when you had to take care of the seven brothers.

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of fics where Louis, Harry, or both of them have pets. This is a great group of fics, so please be sure to check them all out and show the authors some love! If you enjoy our rec lists, please also like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Maple | Mature | 5,255 words

Prompt 30: Louis is crazy about animals, so Harry is determined to get him all the pets he wants even if they are unconventional, like a baby goat. Louis is over the moon when they get to adopt a goat family, but there’s one little problem, and that is the goat not liking Harry…or even letting him get close to Louis. At first it’s all endearing fun and games, but when it starts affecting their sex life and Harry’s dick feeling neglected, he’s determined to try win over the goat so he let him be with Louis. It’s easier said than done - who knew goats could screech that loudly? (Tip: google goat screaming to get an idea how loud.) ***Change to a cow, I hope that is okay.

2) At The End Of My Rope | Mature | 5,608 words

"Baby?" Harry mumbles, voice laced with sleep and a shiver goes through Louis at hearing the term. He hasn't called him that in so long, in that voice and, clearly, even Louis' body fucking misses it. "Did you cheat on me?" Louis finds himself asking. If he's being honest it's more so he can see Harry's reaction, than a genuine question, but what has he got to lose? Sure enough, Harry's face changes from sleepy to the most incredulous look Louis' ever seen on him. He actually looks terrified, all wide eyes, mouth gaping like he can't believe Louis would even assume that and Louis would laugh at it, but he's so done with the way Harry's been acting, he just wants to know what the hell's going on.

3) If This Room Was Burning | Explicit | 8,629 words

Where Louis' cat gets stuck on the roof and Harry is the firefighter who ends up saving her.

4) I Built This Bed For Two (I Built This Bed For Me and You) | Explicit | 8,942 words

Harry and Louis broke up after uni and haven't seen each other since—until they're roped into doing a Buzzfeed video together. Featuring awkward cuddling and a reunion that just needed a kick in the arse, gleefully provided by Niall.

5) Glistening Under The Sun (You’re My Honey Soaked Love) | Mature | 8,996 words | Sequel

“Oh Petal,” he picks her up nuzzling the top of her head with his cheek as she nibbles on the lavender, “How lucky are we? I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy, the only thing we have to be sad about is that soon I won’t be able to hold you like this,”

6) Candle Wax & Polaroids On The Hardwood Floor | Explicit | 13,082 words

Prompt 463: Clumsy modern witch Louis AU where he accidentally gives his roommate Harry a love potion and he has a crisis because he thinks he will get in trouble with the law for technically poisoning someone and Harry’s heart eyes aren’t helping.

7) A Vivid And Wistful Melody | Explicit | 13,137 words

"Slowly, he takes his violin out of its case, listens for a few more minutes to Louis’ flute, before joining him as best as he could. The flute stops for a few seconds, and Harry imagines Louis blinking cutely, taken aback, before huffing with a smile, and starting to play again, on a suddenly far happier tune. Harry closes his eyes as he twirls around the living room, violin in hand and music filling the air. He pictures Louis doing the same in his own flat while being careful as to not step on his cat. Somehow, even with heavy eyes and tired limbs, this is the happiest Harry has ever felt in years."

8) Absolutely Smitten | Mature | 20,120 words

Louis is walking his dog. Harry is walking his cat. Leashes get tangled, and feelings too.

9) I Didn't Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) | Explicit | 20,681 words

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course. Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him--and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and...

10) Nocturnal Creatures Are Not So Prudent | Mature | 24,558 words

Louis is a white witch with a little black cat named Hemlock and a best human friend Liam (they're a lot like Samantha Stephens and Louise Tate). When he's dragged out to a new club Liam's heard about from a friend and classmate, Louis comes face to face with that which witches do not touch: a charming vampire by the name of Harry.

11) Weightless | Explicit | 25,332 words

Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

12) A Common Place Affliction | Explicit | 36,508 words

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek. “Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis. Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.” Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

13) You Wish I Was Yours And I Hope That You're Mine | Explicit | 36,992 words

The one where Harry's a bit strange and Louis doesn't give up easily. Of course, they fall in love.

14) Give Me Love | Explicit | 41,041 words

Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

15) This Glass House | Mature | 43,072 words

While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.

16) Breakable Heaven | Mature | 44,594 words

“What do you think?” Louis gets captured by Harry’s green eyes, unable to look away or even take a breath. “I think you’re the most magnificent creature I’ve ever met.” “You must not have met many creatures then.” Harry’s eyes glance downward to Louis’ lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own. “None like you.”

17) Yesterday Came Suddenly | Explicit | 48,504 words

They don’t talk about it. The way Harry deflects any and all questions about his past and Louis pretends he isn’t confused or hurt by it. The way Harry keeps a distance between them and Louis acts like he can’t see it creating a wall between them. The way Harry doesn’t always answer honestly and Louis goes along with it as if he can’t tell. They don’t talk about it. Harry knows Louis feels like he doesn’t know him well enough, and it pains him. It pains him every time Louis gets that look on his face that’s a mixture of disappointment, frustration, and confusion. And sometimes, self-blame. It pains him because Louis is wrong. Because even though there is a lot Louis doesn’t know about him, there is so much that he does. He knows what Harry is like at his most vulnerable: curled up on this bed with him in the dark where it’s safest. He knows Harry in a way no one else does.

18) So Much We Didn’t Say | Mature | 53,584 words

Harry’s near fatal accident exposed the cracks in his and Louis’ eleven year marriage. A serious error in judgement by Louis shattered it completely.

19) Secret's Safe With Me | Explicit | 59,208 words

When bad turbulence and three glasses of wine have Louis spilling all of his secrets to the man sitting next to him on the plane, it's embarrassing, sure, but it's also easy enough to shrug off and block out of his memory forever. Or at least, it was until Louis went into work on Monday morning and realized that the man from the plane is the new CEO of his company.

20) Tug-Of-War | Explicit | 63,000 words

Louis' husband dies suddenly and he is left with nothing. Well, not really nothing. He has Harry. And a St. Bernard puppy named Link, whom his late husband left behind for him. Louis takes care of Link and Harry takes care of Louis. Everything is okay until suddenly, it isn't.

21) Sweet Creature | Explicit | 78,282 words

Prompt: "You're having a nightmare and I feel bad because you're trembling and crying so I crawl into bed with you and hold you so you feel safe, but in the morning you wake up with my arms around you and you're really confused and embarrassed."

22) Elysian | Mature | 81,886 words

Harry is running out of time to fall in love, but with Louis, it seems as if there’s all the time in the world.

23) Beautiful War | Mature | 103,379 words

Five years ago, Louis was nearly the next victim in a string of murders plaguing Portland, Oregon. He managed to escape and the Angel Killer was apprehended and sent to prison. Now, Louis' a best-selling author that assists state police with minor cases. He still suffers from the events of the days he'd been held hostage, but he's found ways to cope. That is, until the killings start up again. A body was found in the woods. A body that bared the same signature the media had dubbed: The Angel of Death. Special Agent Harry Styles leads the case, and he doesn't buy into the clairvoyant bullshit that Louis spewed to save face five years ago. He's certain that Louis Tomlinson was involved. Until they meet, and they're both left questioning everything they'd thought to be true.

24) Only You Can Be My Alpha | Explicit | 212,387 words

In a world where one was either an Alpha or an Omega wolf, Louis found himself in a body that could be neither. Born an Omega without the expected characteristics of one, he felt broken, choosing to live as Alpha a lifestyle as he could. Harboring a serious lack of respect for Alphas and their authority complexes, Louis managed to get himself banished from his home, forced to wander the unforgiving woods for years, facing the elements and fighting enemy rogues each time they arose. Unbeknownst to Louis, in a tribe to the southwest of his home, there lived a dysfunctional Alpha, the orphaned pack leader Harry, who had never felt satisfied enough with anyone to settle down and continue his royal line. Living their lives apart thus far, the both of them assumed that they might be alone forever, making the best of things despite this even though it hurt. Chance, luck, or maybe fate brings Louis to this tribe when he’d least expected to receive kindness and shelter from a stranger, and when he arrives, something in his soul pulls him to Harry like a raging river current. The two don’t get off to a good start, but everyone around them can sense the chemistry—and in time they do too.

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fool for you ~ jjk | 4

The end-of-the-year carnival causes some jealousy and insecurity.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 5.5k | ✨ rating: pg-15 ✨ genre/au: angst | college!au, fake dating!au, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: language, jealously, kissing, reader and Jungkook are insecure, miscommunication on both ends ✨ a/n: uh, surprise? i finished early lol and wanted to drop this update. i apologize in advance for the angst. i'm sad because we're coming to the end of this series soon! :( the next part will be the last installment of fool for you. if y'all want little drabbles with this cute couple, just drop it in my inbox :) 💜 Any feedback, reblogs, asks are appreciated.

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After a few days, your ideal day with Jungkook lingered in your mind. You even found yourself reaching for his hoodie rather than your own. Really, it's pathetic. But you reminded yourself that you needed to wash it and return it to him. You'd never let it go otherwise.

Then your thoughts turned to what a date with Jungkook would be like. Will he take you somewhere special? Or will it be a low-key hang-out date? Did he enjoy cuddling? Did he prefer being the big or little spoon?

You wouldn't know either way, would you? He's not going to ask you out on a date, and you're only fooling yourself. It's time to let go of your pipe dream. Just because you had a pleasant day together and kissed once does not imply that he has fallen in love with you.

Friends…just friends. That was your part of the deal. But a part of you was beginning to regret not asking for more, even though, to be honest, you don't think you could handle anything more than friendship. You couldn't even get close to him without wanting to jump into his lap and kiss his pretty face.

You sighed into your pillow, cursing yourself for agreeing to his terms in the first place. The room was getting stuffy with thoughts of Jeon Jungkook. How could you rid yourself of him?

Yoga.

Yes, yoga and meditation. You hadn't been to a student-led class on campus in a while, but you figured it was the answer to your prayers - cleansing your mind of Jeon Jungkook.

Su-Jin spoke softly as she walked around the classroom, giving instructions. "Now, do a standing forward bend, remembering to exhale as you fold your legs over."

You did as she instructed, closing your eyes and exhaling on your way down.

"Walk your hands forward slowly into the downward-facing dog." Su-Jin moved on to the other students in your vicinity. "Very good. Return your legs to the plank position."

As you held the position, blood began to rush to your face. Jungkook's face flashed before your eyes as you opened, his voice unmistakable in your mind.

"Ah–so this is what it looks like when you're on top of me."

You yelped as you lost your plank position. When the class turned to face you, you mumbled an apology before returning to the plank position.

Your outburst caught Su-Jin off guard, but she kept going like a pro. "Everyone, we'll finish up with some stretches. Please assume the cat-cow stance. For cow pose, inhale and tilt your pelvis, then exhale and tuck your tailbone for cat pose."

Inhale.

Exhale.

"You should wear yoga pants more often. Your ass looks great in it." Jungkook spoke up again, but this time from behind.

"Oh, shut up!" You sat up abruptly, audibly gasping at the words that escaped your mouth. You attempted to regain your dignity by turning to Su-Jin. "I'm–not you! Su-Jin, please continue. I'll, um–just leave. I'm so sorry!" 

After gathering your belongings, you dashed out the door, slamming it behind you, mortified by your actions in yoga class. You'd never be able to show your face there again. So much for getting Jungkook out of your head. You couldn't stop thinking about him.

Well, let's try a cold shower. That should do it, right?

You walked past the library's side, then sharply turned around to hide behind a hedge of rose bushes on your way back to the dorm. You peered out to see Jungkook and Jieun. You scowled at how easily she ran her hands through his hair as if they were still together, and you detested Jungkook for allowing her to do so. Did he forget about his fake relationship with you?

Wait, why are you the one hiding? You thought. It should be Jungkook in the hot seat, not you. So you straighten your back, sling your bag over your shoulder, and decide to walk past them confidently. He should be the one who is embarrassed about being caught with his ex-girlfriend.

So you plugged in both earbuds, turned on your current favorite - Paramore - and started walking in the general direction of the two. You'll show them.

You tried not to glare, keeping your eyes forward as you walked alongside them, pretending not to notice or make a fuss. Jungkook could be seen peering at you and quickly swatting Jieun's hands away from him from your peripheral vision. Jungkook came into full view of you, and you chuckled slightly, tucking your lips in to hold your smile. He noticed you had your earbuds in while not responding to his question, so he motioned for you to remove them.

"What?" You said coldly, taking one earbud out, crossing your arms, and waiting for him to say his bit.

His smile disappeared when he heard your tone. "Where did you come from?"

"Yoga," you pointed to your clothes, "obviously."

"I didn't know you did yoga."

"I don't," you tried to take a step away, but he stopped you.

"Oh–where are you going now?"

You proceeded to walk past him anyway, and he followed alongside. "Dorm."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just wanna go back to shower and change," you replied curtly, avoiding Jungkook's gaze.

"I'll walk with you."

“It’s fine, Jungkook. It looks like you were busy anyway," you said, turning and pointing your chin to Jieun. You didn't give Jungkook the chance to explain because he didn't need to, and why should it have mattered to you if he was talking to his ex-girlfriend? He could technically do whatever he wanted. He had no commitment to you other than friendship.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, upset at your attitude toward him.

Jieun stood next to him. "Is there already trouble in paradise? Kook, come on. She's not worth your time, believe me,” he said dismissively, turning to face him and pulling his chin towards her, forcing him to focus on her. "Can we talk about us? Please."

He drew her wrist away from his face with his grip.  "You think I wanna get back with you? After what you and Jimin did to me?" Jungkook scoffed. "Why don't you crawl back to him unless he also doesn't want you?" He could tell by the teary look in her eyes that his words had cut her deeply, but he was done with Jieun. He walked away from her, not thinking about remorse. What was done was done, and there was no turning back the clock.

Every year, the end-of-year carnival is held to raise funds for the school, and this year, you stupidly agreed to make cotton candy. You thought it would be simple, but it was much more difficult than it appeared. No matter how many YouTube tutorials you watched, you couldn't get the hang of it.

"Can you remind me again why I agreed to this?" Because of the sugar you worked with to make cotton candy, your skin became sticky and sweet.

"Because you owe me."

You glared at your best friend. "Owe you for what, exactly?"

"Setting you up with Jeon Jungkook."

She didn't set you up with him, technically. She nudged you, forcing you to act on your crush. But after your movie night, study date, and an afternoon at the beach, you tried hard not to fall for him so easily. You had to remind yourself why you were hanging out with him in the first place - it was all for show and wasn't real.

"You'll thank me later when he realizes he's deeply and madly in love with you," Lyla said as she clasped her hands together, batting her eyelashes at you and making kissy faces.

"Shut up, Ly. He's not in love with me, and it's fake, remember?"

"Mmhm–anyway! I'm off to find Namjoon!" She showed off a cheesy smile, skipping away.

"Are you not going to help me?" you yelled after she was already out of sight. You sighed as you gazed at the purple cotton candy swirling inside the silver basin. "I'm sure they'll just find a place to make out. Typical."

Fortunately, Lyla sent a replacement, Jen, one of your classmates. She was very courteous and helpful, and luckily for you, she worked at the pier and had some experience making cotton candy.

You two were laughing and discussing school and summer plans. But your conversation was cut short when you felt two hands snaking around your waist. You turned around to see Jungkook kissing the nape of your neck. Then his chin nuzzled up against your shoulder.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" He uttered in a low, husky voice, tickling the shell of your ear.

You reacted by squirming away from his touch. "'S fine." You didn't want to, but you knew you had to.

Jen tried her hardest to keep her squealing to a minimum, but she failed miserably. "I'm going to...um...look at nothing," she said, backing away from you and Jungkook. "My name is Jen, and you're very pretty up close..." she trailed off as she walked away.

Jungkook smirked at your friend Jen before returning his gaze to you. "Can I kiss you?"

Your eyes widened. "What?" Jungkook turned your cheek to face him, softly pressing his lips against yours, but you quickly pulled away. "Jungkook!"

"Your ex-boyfriend was looking," he laughed as you jokingly hit his chest. "No, but seriously, Jieun was looking at us." You looked where he pointed your chin. Oh, he was correct. Jieun was definitely staring at you two. "Told you."

Clearing your throat, you focused on making more cotton candy cones. "Need anything else?"

Jungkook grinned. "Nope–see you later."

You took a deep breath and ran your hand through your hair once he was out of sight. Fucking Jeon Jungkook. He was driving you insane. The little voice inside your head practically screamed, "Don't fall in love with him. Don't do it. You'll only get hurt in the end."

Jen nudged your shoulder as she walked back towards the booth. "You and Jungkook? I need details!" She squealed, violently shaking your body from side to side.

Oh god–this lie was going to get bigger and bigger, wasn't it? You'd need to note what you were telling people at this point.

It wasn't long before you were interrupted again, but this time by Lee Jieun. She glared at Jen, telling her to run along. Your heart was racing, your hands shaking as you tried to retrieve the frothy purple confection, wondering what she could possibly want from you.

Jieun crossed her arms and raked you from head to toe, curious about what Jungkook saw in you. "I'll keep letting you have your fun with Jungkook, but just know that we're going to get back together," she warned.

You sneered at her remark, making her frown. "It's cute you believe Jungkook would want to get back with you. Keep living in your little fantasy world Jieun. Now, if you have nothing else to say to me. I have things to do."

Jieun huffed audibly, then licked her lips, smiling at your bravery. "We'll see who he picks," she said as she walked away.

You exhaled deeply when she was out of sight, slumping over the purple cotton candy circling the silver basin. And you were starting to feel sick at one point - maybe this was getting too much for you, maybe it was just time to call it quits.

Jungkook foolishly agreed to volunteer for the Kissing Booth while still with Jieun. Jieun claimed that he and Taehyung would raise the most money because they were the most attractive men on campus. Jungkook couldn't believe his then-girlfriend would take advantage of him for charity. However, Jungkook agreed, and he was not one to break promises.

"So—you and Lyla's roommate?" Taehyung smirked and wiggled his brows as he tacked heart-shaped foam shapes to the booth.

Jungkook knew Taehyung would eventually ask about you. He was always in everyone's business. "Yeah–what about it?" He inquired, his gaze fixed on his friend as he scattered lip-shaped confetti on the counter. Jungkook frowned at Jieun and her friends' tacky decorations.

"Did that happen before or after Jieun?" Taehyung asked, tacking on red lips to the side of the booth.

"After," Jungkook said, shaking his head in surprise at his friend. Unlike his ex, Jungkook regards himself as a loyal, dedicated, and faithful boyfriend.

"'Kay–bro. Just wondering. So, what's she like in bed?" He paused his work and leaned over, expecting his friend to respond with some juicy details.

Jungkook shrugged and continued his task of spreading confetti, staring blankly. "I wouldn't know."

Taehyung choked on nothing. "I'm sorry–what? You haven't fucked her yet?" 

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "Not everything has to be about sex."

"Bet she's a freak in bed, and it's always the quiet ones."

Jungkook glared at him, giving him a 'really' look.

He laughed. "Wow–she's holding out on you! And you're letting her. You must really like her."

"She's…cool–different."

Though your booth was far from his, Jungkook caught glimpses of you here and there, trying your hardest to make cotton candy, realizing that the food industry was not your forte. He thought you were endearing and wholesome, the polar opposite of Jieun.

"Different?" Taehyung stuck his tongue out in disgust. "Who are you, and what have you done with Jeon Jungkook?"

"Shut your mouth–and put this sign up."

Looking at your phone, you realized it had only been three hours, and you still had two hours to man the booth. Jen did a lot of the work while you handled the payments and packaged the cotton candy. You promised you would not agree to this booth the following year. You'd have to shower at least five times to get the sugar out of every crack and crevice.

Finally, there was a small break from customers. Jen asked if you could get some water from a booth a few booths over.

A voice called out from behind you as you stood in line, scrolling on your phone. "I had no idea your boyfriend was at the kissing booth," Yoongi informed you.

You looked past Yoongi, your eyebrows knitted in confusion, to see what he was talking about. Your fake boyfriend stood under the sign "Kissing Booth" with a slew of girls in his line. Jungkook didn't tell you what he was in charge of at the carnival. Now you had to fight off all these girls interested in your fake boyfriend.

"He's just doing his job, you know. It's for a good cause, after all." You gritted your teeth, trying to play off the cool fake girlfriend. You had noticed the line of girls from your booth, but you had no idea why. It's no surprise there was a fucking line. What woman wouldn't want to kiss him?

"Oh, my god. I can't believe she's letting Jungkook kiss all those girls. I would never–"

You overheard two girls behind you bickering and gossiping about you. Stupid girls. You were tired of them passing judgment. You took a bill from your back pocket while waiting in Jungkook's kissing booth line, plowing through them and Yoongi. His was the longest line. Of course, it fucking was. What else would you expect from the junior class's most popular guy?

It was finally your turn. The girl in front of you was taking her time kissing him. He even dared to smile and wink at her before she left. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in frustration. You slammed the bill on the counter after the girl left.

When Jungkook saw you, he had a sly expression on his face. "Hi, baby–I was wondering when I'd see you. Come to show all these girls who's the real winner of my heart?" He leaned forward, trying to kiss you.

You gave him a thin smile and reached for his lips between your thumb and index finger. "I'll give you a hundred dollars if you don't kiss the next hundred girls in line." You could hear a few groans behind you, but you didn't care if you ruined the girls' chances.

"You know, if you want, you can kiss me to make him jealous." Taehyung made a joke.

"Stay out of it, Taehyung," you yelled. "This is strictly between Jungkook and me."

He threw his hands up in defeat. He was not going to mess with you. "Your loss," Taehyung grinned, motioning for the next guest to step up.

Jungkook was led off to the side behind a ticket stand, away from the crowd. "How are people supposed to believe we're dating when you're kissing all these girls?"

"Why are you getting so worked up? It's just a kiss." Plus, he agreed to the kissing booth before your fake dating arrangement.

You huffed. Just kissing? Some of these girls were making out with him, and he allowed it. Who knows what they'd do if no one were around? Jungkook was clearly enjoying himself and making you look foolish.

"What are you? A fucking genie or something? Making girls' wishes come true?"

"And if I am? Aren't I making your wishes come true?"

You scoffed at his comment. What the hell has gotten into him? Did you two not spend a nice day together? Or maybe he was just showing his true colors. He was taking advantage of your deal; you weren't a stupid girl who would fall for his ruse.

"Just say the word if you want me to kiss you," Jungkook mocked, tilting his head.

Your cheeks began to flush at his words, almost taunting you. "Shut up before I fake break up with you."

Jungkook gasped dramatically, narrowing his eyes. "You wouldn't!"

You stepped closer to him, heart racing at a million beats per minute. "Would too."

"Do it then."

You forgot how much of a persistent ass he could be. "Do whatever you want, Jungkook. Guess it doesn't really matter anyway since it's all fake. See you later."

You were so preoccupied with Jungkook that you forgot to buy water for you and Jen. Before sprinting back to her, you quickly purchased two bottles of water. "I am so sorry! I got distracted," you said remorsefully, handing her the bottle. "I'll do all the cleanup! Just let me know what I need to do."

Another hour had passed, and the carnival was drawing to a close. You were still annoyed by your conversation with Jungkook and all of his stupid kisses. You couldn't believe he'd have the audacity to do something like that. So, what was the point of your whole thing? You were supposed to drive away girls, not bring more for him to kiss in front of you. You couldn't imagine what the other girls on campus were thinking about you now, how you let your (fake) boyfriend go around kissing other girls. You felt like a fucking idiot.

You made a loud entrance into your room when you unintentionally slammed the door shut. It's no surprise that people like that were made for each other, with Jieun's words gnawing at your insides and Jungkook's actions. They were absolutely vile, with no regard for other people's feelings, weren't they?

But that's where you berated yourself even more while walking across campus - is that you had feelings for Jeon Jungkook. No matter how much you pushed those feelings aside, they returned to haunt you.

Lyla was taken aback by your sudden entrance but addressed you immediately. "You really bought 100 kisses?"

"I bought them, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna use them," you stated, going to your closet and rummaging for something.

"You have it so bad for him," she continued to tease you while brushing through her damp hair.

You groaned, turning to face her. "Ly! Can you just stop it? PLEASE. I'm begging you." You were tired of hearing Lyla teasing you about Jungkook. Saying all these things that you knew were not true, about him falling in love with you and wanting to be with you. Because, clearly, he wasn't.

Her eyes softened, feeling guilty about how she's been pushing the Jungkook agenda on you. But it was only because you deserved to have your heart's desires. "Come on, babe, what's wrong?"

You didn't care to answer your best friend. Your only wish was to crawl underneath your duvet and go off into dreamland without wanting to wake up to face reality.

And that's what you did. You crawled underneath the white duvet, pulling it up to your chin, facing the wall, and avoiding Lyla.

On the other hand, Lyla could detect your insecurity from a mile away. She sighed and sat on the edge of your bed behind you. Lyla remained silent. She drew you close to her, allowing you to process your emotions. She knew how much you loved to belittle yourself in your big old brain.

"You know, I was scared when Namjoon and I decided to start dating. "I didn't think I was good enough for him because his IQ is practically as high as Einstein's, and mine is...you know...not even close," she chuckled. "However, Namjoon never made me feel smaller or less intelligent than him.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" you asked, your lips quivering as you fought back tears.

"Because...what I see in you aligns with what Jungkook sees in you. That's why I keep pestering you to see him.  Babe, the only person holding you back is yourself."

Ugh. You hated when Lyla was right. It was easy to make assumptions about why Jungkook did what he did today. But you'll never know how he truly feels unless you ask him.

Jungkook lay in bed after the carnival, one hand behind his head, the other across his chest, staring at the ceiling, processing the last few weeks with you. At times, he found you rather endearing and very sexy when upset. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it.

Did he do the kissing booth just to annoy you? Maybe. Did he want to see how you'd react and what you'd do? Yes. He was wondering if you would fight for him or give up.

You weren't the only one who felt insecure; Jungkook did as well. He's never had such a close relationship with anyone before. You were the first to be intimate in terms of emotions and feelings. Sex? It was simple. Feelings? It was something new to him. He had no idea how to deal with it all. Is this how it feels to fall in love? Waking up, thinking about them, wondering what they're doing, what they're going to wear - he noticed you often reached for a pair of floral-shaped studs. Maybe it was a gift. Regardless, you consumed all of his thoughts. He loved that you were uninterested in his alleged status, accomplishments, or achievements on campus. It was as though you liked him, for him.

Namjoon opened the door, greeting Jungkook before flopping on his bed, interrupting his thoughts of you.

"Where did you go?"

"Just came back from Lyla's."

Jungkook assumed Namjoon had seen you. He considered asking but decided against it. He's thinking about you yet again.

"You good? Heard about the kissing booth," Namjoon peered over at Jungkook with a grin.

"Yeah, 'm fine," Jungkook mumbled, not wanting to explain how he was feeling.

"Ya know, if you want to get a girl's attention, it's best not to go around kissing other girls," Namjoon joked to his friend. "Jungkookie, I know this whole thing with her is a ruse, but it's obvious you have feelings for her. You wouldn't be acting out otherwise. Just be upfront about your feelings and see if it can turn into something real."

Jungkook was terrified of you and him becoming a real couple. What if he messed everything up? What if you didn't like him at all? What if you simply liked the idea of him? He didn't have much to offer besides his good looks, or so he thought. But offering his heart? Is he all of himself? That was even scarier. What if it was all for nothing after confessing his feelings to you?

You decided the next day to buckle up, act like an adult, and have an adult conversation. Did you want to? No, but it was necessary. Otherwise, you'd be sitting in your room, thinking about what might happen between you and Jungkook.

The beauty of living in southern California was the consistent warm days, but this May spring day was quite the opposite - a bit gloomy and overcast. You grabbed a sweater to pull over your slip dress, figuring you should look cute if you wanted to make an impression on Jeon Jungkook.

You gave yourself a pep talk as you walked to Jungkook's dorm building, going over what you wanted to say. You wanted to be clear and concise so that you wouldn't stumble over your words when you stood before him. Because who knows what you'd say if you looked him in those doe eyes.

What you saw when you turned the corner towards Jungkook's room was unexpected. Your heart dropped to the floor, making you want to scream into the void, and it confirmed everything you were afraid of.

Jungkook and Jieun.

Jungkook kissing Jieun.

Jungkook passionately kissing Jieun.

You could clearly see his tongue snake its way down her throat. Her hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping her cheeks as he did yours when you first kissed. You cowered out of sight behind a tall bookshelf and leaned against a wall. Your stomach churning and twisting in ways you didn't realize it could, and a severe ache in your heart would have made ripping it out preferable to having it aching inside your chest cavity.

It would have been simple to walk away, remain upset and angry, and never speak to Jungkook again.  But he deserved a piece of your mind. He needed to hear what you had to say. He couldn't get away with hurting you. You didn't even want to think about it, but you couldn't believe that he had proved you right. He was just like every other guy.

You peered again to see if they were still sucking their faces, and you quickly darted back when you saw Jieun approaching you with a smile on her pretty little face. You clenched your jaw, not wanting her to win, so you huffed, mustering all your courage, and "accidentally" bumped into her shoulder as you walked past her.

Jieun scoffed, turning back. "Just to let you know…I won," she smirked, walking backward as she watched you stroll toward Jungkook's room.

You didn't care to comment. Instead, you were busy making excuses in your head. Perhaps she was dying and required CPR. But, come on, who were you kidding? That was not one of them.

Standing in front of Jungkook's dorm room reminded you of the first time you knocked on his door to tell him you didn't want any more of his gifts. You came to say something completely different to him this time.

Since the day you approached Jungkook on campus and asked him to hold your hand. Your life has been absorbed with everything, Jeon Jungkook. He was all-consuming, like a fire enveloping everything in its path.

You quietly knocked on his door, unaware of how this conversation would turn out. To be honest, there was only one outcome, wasn't there?

Jungkook opened the door, not expecting to find you but was happy to see you because he wanted to come to talk to you too. The crinkles in the corner of his eyes were bright as he greeted you with a soft smile. "I was just about to come to see you. Glad you're here." He motioned for you to come in, but you weren't going any further into his room for fear of never wanting to leave.

Maybe he was coming to tell you about him and Jieun, that your fake relationship was over, and that he finally realized that he wanted to be with a pretty little liar instead of you.

He sat on the edge of his bed until he looked over, and you didn't follow, so he stood up, walking back towards you. "What's going on?"

"Since school is almost over, we should end our deal."

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. "What? Why?"

"I saw you with Jieun just a few moments ago."

"Oh, you saw that?" His expression had completely changed to a guilty one. He hoped you didn't see that.

"So, it's fine, Jungkook. You obviously don't need me anymore because you're getting back together with her. And like a friend, I'm not gonna judge you for getting back with someone who cheated on you. You're an adult and can make your own decisions."

He was quiet at your assumption about him and Jieun. "It's not what you think it is."

You scoffed at his foolish attempt to convince you otherwise. Did he think you were blind or something? "So, you weren't sticking your tongue down her throat?" You asked with such a crude tone. "God, you must think I'm stupid, huh? You think you can just use me and toss me aside?"

"That's what our deal was. You agreed to it," he said, gritting through his teeth. Jungkook had other things to say, but he was too upset to spit them out. The moment was ruined within a split second.

It was like he took out your heart and stomped all over it. You knew getting involved with Jeon Jungkook would only result in heartache, and you had no one to blame but yourself.

"I thought you were different, Jungkook. I saw a glimmer of hope when we hung out at the beach, but apparently, I was wrong. You're like every other guy who wants to get their dick wet." Maybe you could've left out that last part, but you couldn't help it. You wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt you.

Jungkook licked his lips, nodding his head at your implication of his actions. "I thought you were different too. I thought you would've given me the benefit of the doubt and a chance to explain myself, but clearly, you've already made up your mind."

You wanted nothing more than to give him the benefit of the doubt, but how could you when his actions were saying otherwise? "What is there to explain Jungkook? Please help me understand. I've seen you kiss every girl on campus except for me this weekend. Making me look like a fucking idiot."

His gaze softened, his gaze shifting to yours. "You were the only person I wanted to kiss." Jungkook craved your lips after the carnival, only yours, but you were adamant about your no-kissing rule. He never wanted to cross that line with you because he was afraid you would reject him if he did.

"You don't mean that." He was trying to get in your head again, wasn't he? Trying to confuse you makes you go back on everything you just said.

"I do..." he trailed off, moving closer to you. His familiar scent began to permeate every cell in your body. He was so close that you could feel the warmth of his body radiating onto yours. His fingers tucked a strand of hair away from your face, his dark brown eyes darting to your lips, trying to recall how they tasted.

The world seemed to slow down at this point, waiting for the two of you to decide what to do next. The silence in the room was so deafening that you could almost hear his heartbeat. When he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb, your body warmed. You closed your eyes and leaned into his big warm hand, wanting to be this way forever. When your eyes opened, you found your hands gripping his shirt tightly, wanting to close the gap even further.

"I might kiss you," he whispered.

"I might just let you."

✨ next ~ part five

[onboardsorasora]

Hello again👋, I'm here to poke you for some more enchanted Daniel Au. All good if you're not feeling it. Just thought I'd ask because seeing him so happy this weekend has got me craving Enchanted Daniel.

A little chaotic but we're here!! Thank you thank you for the ideas! I think I'm gonna be starting the next part today maybe 😅😅 (this got soo long, but it wanted to do it's own thing!)

Part 1 | Part 9

Part 10

Daniel watched from his little cat nest as Max went through his last minute travel checks. He was agitated as he grabbed his spare charger that he keeps in the living room and he almost slammed the door to the coat closet where he kept his travel playstation set up.

Max was on his way to the factory. He needed to go speak with his boss and team about the upcoming season. Jimmy told Daniel that Max wasn’t happy about having to leave him alone in Monaco. But Daniel understood, he couldn’t travel yet– Michelle was still working on the passport– and this would be his first time in Max��s home alone.

Well not completely alone, Jimmy and Sassy were with him.

Daniel had already made extensive promises to charge his phone, Sassy also promised to remind him to keep it on. He also promised Max that he wouldn’t go anywhere by himself either. In fact, Lando was supposed to be coming over to stay with him for a little.

Max pulled his suitcase into the living room, his face in a stony pout. He truly didn’t want to go but he couldn’t get out of it. There was a knock on the door and Daniel got up with Jimmy in hand and Sassy trailing behind. They opened it and Lando came barrelling in wearing a huge orange hoodie and carrying his own bright suitcase.

He hugged Daniel and then Max and beelined to scoop up Sassy who fought for a little before seemingly accepting her fate, if Daniel’s laugh was anything to go by.

“Are you all packed, Maxy?” Daniel asked, throwing a tattooed arm around Max’s tense shoulders. Max sighed and nodded.

“Don’t worry Max!” Lando chirped with a grin, “we’ll be fine. Plus Alex and Lily are free as well.”

“Ooh! We could go see them?!” Daniel got excited, the prospect of seeing their friends doing a lot to temper the edge of Max leaving. He was sad Max was going but he understood. This wasn’t that new to him. Being able to see people and have fun during the absence was new, though. 

Max left grumpily after lots of hugs and kitty cuddles, and promises of texting and facetimes. Lando watched it all gleefully but said nothing. He was texting Charles however.

They ended up at Alex’s shortly after Max confirmed he was taxiing on the runway and Daniel was very happy to be surrounded by all the animals who were trying to make him feel better. He missed Max already, which was silly of him, but he did. 

“– oh no, we’re staying in tonight. Max would kill me I think.” Daniel tuned into the conversation going on around him to hear Lando’s laughing statement.

“Why?” Daniel looked at the other three humans with wide curious eyes. 

“Well there’s a party tonight at Sass’– it's a night club and yes Max named Sassy after it” Alex and Lily laughed, always finding it hilarious that Max chose night clubs to name his cats.

“Can we go?” Daniel loved a party, they were always so much fun.

“I don’t think Max would like that?” Lando hedged.

“Why would it matter?” Daniel tilted his head questioning. He looked down to the cats who were offering their own two cents. “No, I’m not too young MooMoo. My birthday is coming up! I’ll be 23!”

Lando and Alex looked at each other briefly, well that answered a lingering question. Maybe they should have the cats interrogate him more often.

“Why would Max be mad?” Daniel asked Lando again.

“I don’t think he'll be happy about me taking you to a club while he’s gone.” Lando shrugged and Lily realized immediately that that had been the wrong thing to say. The way how Daniel’s face fell into what could only be described as crestfallen.

“Oh.” Daniel’s shoulders sagged and his entire demeanor became fragile. Lando’s eyes widened in horror– what did he do wrong???

“Whoa whoa!” Lando rushed forward with his hands up and flapping in anxiety. There was a problem and he was immediately out of his depth.

“Daniel, what do you mean?” It was Lily that settled into the kitten pile.

“I just– I thought Max was good. Jimmy and Sassy said so.” Daniel whispered, he seemed on the verge of tears.

“He is!” Lando all but cried. This wasn’t good at all.

“Why would you think he’s not good?” Lily again, god bless her.

“Because he’s just like my ex. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere if he was away.” Daniel slowly petted Stan who nudged his small head into his palm. “He didn’t like animals. But Max likes animals?” Daniel sounded more confused than sad and that was something they could work with.

“Was your last ex controlling?” Lily asked quietly and Daniel smiled sadly at her. 

“He didn’t like when I sang.”

“Max loves it when you sing!” Lando chimed in again, wanting to do anything to prove that Max was good.

“He didn’t like it when I did anything without him either.” Daniel looked over at Lando, waiting for him to disprove. It was Alex that came to Max’s rescue.

“It's not that Max wouldn’t want you to go…it's more that he’d like to come with us. He was sad when he learned about the party because he knew he wouldn’t be here.”

Daniel looked from Alex to Lando before looking down at the cats, Stan and Frooky were very vocal.

“So he won’t be mad if we go?” Daniel asked again, wanting them to confirm plainly.

“No, he won’t be mad. You can probably even call him when he lands?” Alex suggested and Daniel shrugged.

“Do you have anything to wear? We could go shopping.” Lily suggested, smiling widely when Daniel looked over at her.

Later after they’ve shopped and bought way too many things. Lando asked if they should cover his tattoos and Daniel agreed so they didn’t bring too much attention to themselves. Sophie told him that not many people were magically adept and Daniel knew that meant that they might be mean. 

Daniel chose an outfit of skinny jeans with rips at the knees and a shirt with long sleeves and a large 3 on the back– it was his favourite number. When everyone was ready, and after lots of goodbye scritches to the cats and dogs– they went to Sass.

They found Charles easily in the VIP section and Daniel spent majority of the time on the dancefloor in the crush of bodies. His grin was infectious while he threw his hands in the air and danced without abandon. The drinks at Sass were delicious and he’d had many offers from people wanting to buy him more. They were all so nice!!

He was staggering back to their booth when he felt his phone ringing. It was Max!

“Maxy hi!” Daniel’s grin was happy and wide when he answered the video call. His face might be too close to the screen but he couldn’t really judge the distance right now.

“Daniel! You look like you’re having a good time” 

Daniel swayed where he stood, both to the music and because he couldn’t hold himself still. He needed to dance. The pretty drinks told him to dance. “Maxy Maxy Maxy!” Daniel sang into the phone, and Max watched him bemusedly, if a bit worried.

“Daniel, where is Lando?”

Daniel shrugged, he didn’t know. He hadn’t seen Lando, Charles, Alex or Lily in a while. The dance floor was large.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“People here are sooo nice, Maxy.” Daniel wasn’t sure what Max said, it was so loud but the music felt good!

Even through the shitty connection, Max could see that Daniel was drunk. But none of his friends were around and he was stuck in Keynes. 

“Maxy, I’m gonna go dance again ok? I Miss you a lot!!” And Daniel hung up, fluttering into the mass of bodies once again. Max watched as the call ended in his hand, his stomach churned with worry even as his heart leaped a little at Daniel’s drunken confession.

Part 11

[ilovedilfs4ever]

It’s A Little Salty. (Based on salt challenge)

Pairing : Husband!Toto Wolff X reader

WC: no.

Warnings : none! Just fluff. (Really bad ending I can never do endings I’m sorry)

Note : Susie does not exist in this fiction. (I’m sorry I love her too (slightly more than toto 🤭)) Also once again, do not plagarize or copy my work in any way! Thank you.

@kii-003 I summon thy to help me with any corrections or improvements (tysm 🫶)

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“Toto, could you help me try out some of this pasta sauce that I've made? It's the recipe from your nonnie’s recipe book, she told me about it the other day,” You asked across the kitchen also whispering under your breath “I should probably have some fun pranking you while I’m cooking too.” Laughing quietly.

The kitchen led to the living room, where the man you loved for years had been sitting, laptop on his lap and legs sprawled on the couch. Along with the little furry cat that had found its way into both of your lives, purring every time she had her ears scratched by the busy Austrian.

“Coming, Schatzi,” he replied. “One second, just let me finish this email.” as he typed quick and swiftly with those thick and lengthy fingers which also happen to have a gold band on it while yours had a nicely sized diamond on it. Finding this as the perfect time to quickly add the salt to the spoonful of pasta sauce before blowing on it to ensure it won't burn his mouth. Upon hearing footsteps thumping into the lively abode, you gave a quick peck to his cheek before he slithered his hands around your waist and rested his head on top of yours.

“The sauce remember?” you chuckled. Nodding his head, the smell of the pasta sauce hit his nose when you opened the pot of bubbling nostalgia. “Smells the exact same as how my nonna would have made it.” Grinning proudly at his response, you gave the spoonful of sauce a nudge at his lips before he slurped it up, not knowing what's going to happen next.

Trying his best to not choke over the sodium-loaded sauce and keep a poker face, he barely choked out “Schatz, I think it’s a little salty, maybe add a little more water?” Not being able to handle it anymore, you burst into laughter as his face contorts into a sour expression. After regaining his posture, he asked “What’s so funny?” He asked as he grabs a glass of water to sip on after the unpleasant ordeal that he had to face. “Nothing, maybe just a small salt prank?” You replied while bursting into laughter, feigning offense, he pretended to faint, which failed miserably as it just looked like he slipped on ice.

“I feel hurt by your actions, but I think you can apologize by giving me a kiss.” Smirking like a fool. “Alright, only because I love you, you big baby.” You replied while walking over to him and wrapping your hands around his neck before kissing him, which resulted in him kissing back passionately. Pulling back after awhile in order to get some air, he replied to what you said earlier “But I’m your big baby.” Sticking out your tongue and rolling your eyes, you said “that’s so cheesy ew, old man.” lightly hitting his chest where your hands had been placed on.

Faking a sad face, he gave a quick smack to your ass before scurrying back to the couch where he resumed his work, the sudden action making you yelp. Walking back to the stove, you turned off the heat and let the pot of pasta sauce and pasta cool while you walked into the living room and made yourself comfortable,cuddling with your furry baby and the love of your life. “This may be the perfect little family” you thought, who knows maybe there was another member on the way? ;)

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Oh boy, this chapter had a lil kick to it.

when i tell you i nearly had a heart attack reading the tags and was so excited but then read that... poor dabi and his inability to deal with feelings (as usual) 😿

Dabi being ready to completely give up on his revenge and being human to be able to stay with the league is so bittersweet. Mostly bitter. Poor boy only ever wanted to be loved and was so sure that he wouldn't be accepted as a human is just sad. But also real cause how do you tell the guy you had been sleeping and cuddling with who thought you're a cat that you're secretly a grown man spying on him.

"No, Dabi doesn't want to die in his arms. He doesn't want Tomura to have to watch him go."

"He wishes that he could say something. Wishes he could tell Tomura he'd imagined dying a hundred times but he'd never expected to be sad to go. Wishes he could tell him that he's so, so happy that he got to spend the last few months of his life with him. Being Onigiri was worth every pain of being Toya and Dabi because they brought him to Tomura."

CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP TANCO WHAT IS THIS I WAS NOT MENTALLY PREPARED FOR THE ANGST OMG.

I! Hate! AFO! Like how petty do you have to be to try and kill a CAT that had been keeping your son sane??? Catbi and Tomura did not deserve to go through that. And Tomura finally speaking up to AFO is so refreshing.

I love how your depiction of Spinner is almost always just him blushing and being embarrassed or embarrassing himself. Poor guy can never catch a break. Right in front of Stain the guy who was basically the whole reason he became a villain too 💀

Love button!! It's so cute!!

"Dabi hits the button again, "I love you." his chest feels too small, too tight, too full. He hits it again, and again, and again, "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you--""

Nevermind, it's heartbreaking. Moving on.

Stain knowing is probably the biggest plot twist ever. Like WOW I did not expect that.

Great chapter!! It made me cry but great chapter!!

Lol sorry about slam dunking angst directly into your brain, but I'm also not sorry at all and am savoring the screams.

Poor Spinner is so 19, has been isolated his entire life, and has never even committed a crime, the boy's got the spirit, but he doomed himself to being a mess in my stories by being a sad wet gecko

Thank you so much for commenting!

[vilandel]

Silver Cats & Black Roses

Chapter 17 – Moonlight Whispers

A/N For anyone who needs fluff right now, this chapter is for you. It is probably one of my favorites I ever wrote for this story💙💜 Inspiration music for it was this amazing piece!

Ao3 link

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“Is something on your mind?”

“You mean, other than you?”

Nozel chuckled at her question, which made Vanessa grin even more and cuddle closer to him. One of her hands were lingering on his naked chest, his arm was around her shoulders, holding her to him. They were looking at each other, unable to look away.

At least, Nozel couldn’t. Right now, nothing else existed in the world anymore than those rosewood curls, the amethyst orbs, that gorgeous smile.

It was a night of full moon, the silver light shining brightly through his windows, bathing them. It was impossible to find sleep with that much light, but the lovers didn’t care. Nozel wondered why he should dare fall asleep when Vanessa was right there? As wonderful it was to fell asleep while holding her, Nozel wasn’t really inclined to do just that. He couldn’t enjoy Vanessas presence while he slept.

He felt her slender fingers run softly over his skin. Nozel smiled. His free hand took hers, their fingers intertwined.

How strange it was that every part of her seemed to fit perfectly with him. Long ago, it would have wondered him, scared him maybe. He would have questioned it, trying to ignore that bliss.

But he wasn’t able to do this anymore. Nozel ignored if he lost the strength to fight against it or if he actually became stronger by being able to accept it. Maybe it wasn’t to know that. And even if it was, he didn’t care. He never felt such happiness since his mother died and after he fight so long against it due to his guilt and sense of duty, Nozel would rather be damned than falling back into this controlled, lonely and cold life he had before.

Right now, it was only them, in their own little world. No royal, no witch. No Silver Eagle, no Black Bull. Just them, lying in the moonlight.

Just Vanessa and Nozel.

If he could show himself at her side out in the open, it would be better. But for now, what they had was enough.

He never slept alone anymore since their first time. Vanessa was there every night. It didn’t matter if he asked or if she appeared unannounced, if she was already there waiting on the balcony or if they came back after spending the late afternoon together. They really couldn’t get their hands of each other. As if they were two halves of a whole. Or better, two wholes becoming an entirely new whole.

Nozel was still surprised how quickly he fell in love with Vanessa. He never believed that this was possible, but now, he had to take this into consideration. And at the same time, it hadn’t that fast, given that it still took him some time to get to know her and then to realize his feelings.

Maybe it was different for every person?

Every romance is different from one another, Nozel.

His mother had told him that once, back then when he was still a little child. He didn’t really remember why she had told him that and to which occasion. But it seems logical, as logic love could be.

“Actually, there is something I can’t stop think about…” Vanessa murmured, interrupting his thoughts. She was still tracing patterns on his chest.

“What is it?”

“Three days ago, I had a talk with Finesse… You know, Finrals wife.”

The royal wedding… When Finesse Calmreich married Finral Vaude. Nozel could never forget his one dance with Vanessa.

Did all truly started back then? And would he dance again with her one day? No, he will. This should be certain.

“Finesse told me that the two of you almost got engaged.”

“There was nothing between us I swear!” Nozel immediately replied, kissing her forehead, in an attempt to calm her down. But it was more to calm himself.

Vanessa giggled. “Silly eagle, I wasn’t concerned about that. It’s just…” her voice was now sad and somehow, a little bit upset. “They only planned to engage you and Finesse to mock you. At least, that’s what Finesse told me. After all, she has a poor health, so she told me that it’s very difficult for her to have children. And… well, since other royals disliked you and despite the fact that there was only four Silvas left…”

She understood the implication. He heard it in the hesitation in her voice and how she slightly clinged stronger to him. Despite how carefree she usually was, Vanessa already knew more about the world of royalty than she should have normally.

Nozel didn’t really liked it, as he didn’t want her to be corrupted by this complicated and chained world. But it was kinda inevitable, right? The moment she started to ask questions back in Spade, it was probably a matter of time before Vanessa learned the dark truth behind the golden tapestry of royalty.

At the same time, it was also surprisingly reassuring that she came to understand. After years of loneliness and dealing alone with so many problems, it was nice to have someone at his  side who could get it all. Heaven’s know how much Nozel probably needed that, without even realizing it.

Nozel hold Vanessa closer to her. He didn’t know if she needed it more or him, but holding her clearly helped.

“It’s true. Our engagement was mostly planned to, well, mock house Silva, especially through me. We Silvas have a history to die young or in celibacy, most of the time. To a point that there are only four of us left, today. Mostly, a lot of members of each royal house tend to dislike the other royal families on principle. It is stupid, but somehow, it had always been like this. Not so much in my generation, thankfully. But the older ones… Achilles Vermillion, the head of house Vermillion, is especially… Silva-phobic, don’t ask me why. I have given up to understand his reasons, it’s always so contradictory. And king Augustus… well, mock royals who struggle to ignore the problems within his own house is practically a discipline he excels with. It seems… fun to them to marry the still unmarried head of house Silva with a woman who practically couldn’t give him any heirs. But it was never a serious business. The king somehow likes his grand-niece and my father would have never accepted such a match. For me to marry someone possibly sterile didn’t fit well in his schemes, even if Finesse is a royal related to the king, and since he is well loved by king Augustus and lord Achilles, it probably wasn’t hard to convince them otherwise.”

“That wasn’t fair. It’s so disrespectful towards both you and Finesse! It’s not her fault she has a poor health. And you… why did they disliked you in particular?”

“Probably because I already made some mistakes during my first weeks as head of house Silva.”

“But… you were fifteen, you just lost your mother, you were grieving. You were too young.”

“Sadly, this never counted for most royals and nobles. In this world, marriages aren’t out of love and children aren’t normally supposed to be attached to their parents, so why grieving? When you became the Head of your house, you have to be strong from the start, no mistakes, no acting like child. It’s like another one of those stupid unwritten golden rules. Lord Achilles often compared me to my grandfather when I made a mistake in his eyes. Which is ironic, given how he and my grandfather always hated each other. Or to my father, who only married into royalty though. But he had nobles and most royals in the palm of his hand.”

“Is that a reason why you tried to be a perfect royal?”

“Yes… I’m not proud of it, but I only cared about what my mother left behind and to protect my siblings, not realizing I’ve made all four of us unhappy and hurt. I controlled every inch of my life to be a perfect royal by those standards, but it was never enough. Add to this that I was never a liar, I always tried to avoid contradiction. But lies and complots and contradiction are a norm within royalty and nobility. Looking back at it, it’s no wonder I made everything more complicated than they already were.”

It was nothing he was proud of. In fact, in was ashamed, especially considering how much his siblings were hurt and unhappy, Noelle in particular. So many reasons…

“Nozel, I won’t deny you made mistakes. But not the ones the other royals fault you with and for the rest, you were alone for so long, even worse, you were lonely, and hurt as much as your siblings. They were circumstances and honestly, considering everything, except being a super human, I don’t know how you could handle all of this perfectly. I know that I wouldn’t have done better if I were in your shoes. Given all you went through, it shows that you have a lot of inner strength.”

Vanessa shifted, sitting up so that she could look at him. Nozel was taken aback by her kind smile and the compassion in her eyes. All this time he thought compassion would just hurt him more and yet, Vanessa proved him again that it wasn’t a bad thing. It was actually soothing.

“I know you now, Nozel. I know you have a good heart, that you care so much. You never got the occasion to show it, but you always have it in you. In fact, it’s amazing that despite all the hell you went through, you still kept your good heart and your ability to care. You try to make up for your mistakes and you do it great. Your siblings have forgiven you, at least Noelle and Nebra. And I’ve forgiven you as well.”

“I wonder how you all are doing this. Forgiving me… I still have a hard time to achieve that.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re too hard on yourself. But I help you with forgiving yourself. You have been strong alone for so long, Nozel. Time for you to be strong with other people.”

Vanessa didn’t let him any time to reply, as she immediately leaned down to kiss him. Leaving Nozel no other choice than to kiss her back. It was soft as first, but their lips were soon dancing more passionately with each other, lighting again a fire within them, impossible to ignore.

The kiss was long, but of course had to come to an end when they needed to breathe again. It still didn’t stop Nozel to hold Vanessa firmly against him. Holding her seemed so natural, as if it was the solution to everything. Did she realize what kind of power she had over him?

“It’s somehow strange.”

“What, honey?”

“When you’re with me… Everything seems so simple and I feel so at peace. It’s like I don’t care anymore about my worries or more like they seem so tiny all of a sudden. It’s very agreeable, I won’t deny that. But…”

“You’re not used to it.”

“Exactly.”

“You’re finally relaxing more and be more at peace. It’s just something you definitely needed after all those hellish years, that’s all.”

“Still, I worry more when you’re not with me.”

“You’re still in a learning phase. I am too, after all. How can I at the very least support you if I know nothing about how royalty works?”

“You’re here, that’s so much already for me.”

“Hm, you still deserve more help than just my presence, as entertaining as it is.”

His chuckle was heavy when he shifted a bit to kiss her forehead. She was amazing and even that word seemed like an understatement.

Nozel never knew he could feel so at ease with someone and he couldn’t imagine it with anyone else but her. Maybe because no one else would make him feel that way. Because people weren’t her, people weren’t Vanessa Enoteca.

Her fingers were still tracing on his chest, contouring the scars left by the attack of the Eye of the Midnight Sun, his muscles, even his nipples. But she wasn’t giggling. If Nozel knew Vanessa, then this would mean one thing.

“You’re still thinking?”

“Well, you know, learning also implies some thinking. Even more if it concerns royalty.”

“And what were you thinking about?”

Vanessa didn’t answered immediately, just absently tracing patterns on his skin. It must some difficult subject, maybe. Like so many when it came to royalty. Nozel hold her closer to him.

“It’s just… Mimosas mother, she is your aunt. So, she was a Silva before her wedding.”

“Yes, she was.”

“Then, if this Achilles Vermillion is so against the Silvas, why did he let one of them marry into his house?”

“Politics between the Silvas and the Vermillions, maybe. Probably also to take one Silva away, weakening the rival house or just to spite my grandfather. If the situation had been reversed, my grandfather would probably would have handled the same.”

Nozel hadn’t been born when Océane Silva was wed of, becoming Océane Vermillion. She came as often as she could when he was still a small child. When his mother was still alive.

He remembered how upset his mother was about her younger sister married to another royal house. Not because she hated the Vermillions, Acier Silva wasn’t like that, never had been. She just hated that her younger sister had been wed off, to a house which most members wouldn’t care less about her, with a husband who was at best indifferent, chained to a house that wouldn’t let her bloom her potential. Acier and Océane had always been very close, even more so after the death of their three older siblings. Two uncles and another aunt Nozel had no memories about.

“This sucks, honestly. Did she try to still visit a lot.”

“Despite Achilles’ protests she always did. Especially when my mother was still alive. But afterwards… With how I was back then, her own grief for her sister, the state of house Silva and everything… the visits are now rare.”

“It seems to pain you, Nozel.”

He only nodded. He liked his aunt and it clearly hadn’t been easy for Océane either. She tried to help at first, but he had been a grieving stubborn boy and Achilles Vermillion would never have accepted that his house helped house Silva.

Maybe he should start changing this as well. He already tried to mend his relationship with his siblings and it was today much better with his sisters. As for his close Vermillion relatives, Mimosa never had been a problem and Kirsch… well, his cousin just had a bigger heart than at first glance, despite how much he loved himself and how many times he was a pain with his beauty speeches. Océane was their mother, always trying to help and one of the rare people his father was unable to make yield.

“Do you think I should reach out to her again?”

“If you want, then yes. With what you just told me about her, your auntie seems to be a really nice lady. I’m sure she would be happy too.”

Knowing Océane, she would truly would be. Another thing he never would have done before, but now he was ready for it.

Vanessa giggled, starting to give him a scalp massage. It was one of the many ways she used to make him relax and Nozel would lie if he would say that he didn’t enjoy it.

“You’re a bit more like a cat more than an eagle when I’m doing that. And just as cute.”

“Is there anything you actually don’t find adorable?”

“About you? There’s nothing I don’t find cute.”

His chuckle was heavy. He was almost disappointed when she stopped her massage, but since she snuggled again to him, he had nothing to complain.

“Did you hear anything about your father, lately?”

“Only that he’s at one of his own estates, somewhere on the countryside of the Noble Realm. If he could stay there for the rest of his life and stop all his schemes altogether, it would be the best for everyone.”

“Estates? He has more than one?”

“Yes. And all for himself. He never let his wife or his children into one of his estates. My mother tried to believe that it was because of some charity he was doing or something like that. But she was so long in a delusion when it came to my father.”

Nozel sighed. He loved his mother, he truly did. But one thing he would never understand was the love Acier had for Lac. Even though she started to had doubts after Solids birth and finally gave up on this one-sided affection when she was pregnant with Noelle, Nozel never dared to ask what she saw in her husband.

“Nozel… The marriage you talked about, back in Spade. You were talking about your parents, right?”

Nozel only nodded, amazed that she still remembered this after half a year. But then again, should it surprised him? It was part of the never ending surprise or miracle that was Vanessa Enoteca.

“Damn… and you seemed to have known the truth for very long. Given how close you were to your mother, it must have hurt you to see her treated that way with the love she had to give.”

“I admit it was hard to witness, yes. She even had no idea he cheated on her many times.”

“Ouch.”

“I was nine or ten years old when I found out. It was pure coincidence I saw a crying woman leave his chambers, one of the rare times he was at the palace. My parents didn’t slept in the same bedroom and their chambers were far away from each other. Probably on my father’s wish. For long, I had no idea that he was committing adultery. And then, it also took me a while to understand that it wasn’t just for lust. He used his affairs to gain leverage and power over those women, as well as their houses. Because all of them were nobles, of course. One day, I confronted him about it. Or at least, I wanted. The moment I mentioned it in front of him, he slapped me, telling me that I don’t understand the greater good in those things. If my mother hadn’t seen him slap me… It was their first fight and I think she started to have doubts back then. It wasn’t an easy time for her. Noelle was conceived around that time as well. I think my mother hoped that she would win my father back with another child. But due to the difficult pregnancy, she didn’t had the strength for her delusion anymore.”

“Damn… This is harsh. No wonder you hate adultery.”

Her words surprised him. But Nozel realized that Vanessa was right. He always hated when people cheated on their spouses, even in arranged marriages. Because of his father and what he did to his mother. And his mistresses, since he was using them. Nozel never knew any of them, never tried to find out who they were. Should he had to? They were victims just as much as his mother.

But it was true. A lot of things were now making sense. Like why he gave up on marrying himself of into a loveless marriage the moment he and Vanessa became lovers. Nozel knew that this kind of situation wouldn’t have stopped others to keep their lovers as mistresses while going through arranged marriages.

But not him. He loved Vanessa with all his heart, she deserved so much better than to be just a mistress, living in the shadows of a marriage, to be only with him for a few fleeting hours. No, Nozel would never become like his father and Vanessa would never become his mistress, no matter what.

“It’s hard to believe that you’re his son, honestly.”

“I still have some traits from him. People often say that I was a perfect mix of my parents physically.”

“I wasn’t talking about your looks. I was talking about your personality.”

Nozel arched a brow, looking at her. But Vanessa just smiled.

“It isn’t obvious, of course, given your past mistakes, how cold you seem to many, how subtle your actions are. But I know that you have way more honour than your old man. And despite you doing things the roundabout way, your heart is obviously at the right place.”

Vanessa sat up while telling him this. She smiled so brightly at him it seems that the stars fell into her eyes, while the sun and the moon find their way in her smile.

Nozel could only just look at her, stunned and touched by her words, processing the way she saw him. Vanessa giggled and leaned down to kiss him.

“You are a good man, Nozel. Don’t forget that.”

“I still have some difficulties to believe this.”

“We really need to work on your guilt issues. But don’t worry, I’m here to help you. And to make sure you’ll never forget that you’re a good man.”

She gave him another peck on the lips, before cuddling against him, on his chest. Nozel put his arms around her, holding her the closest he could.

He wanted this for the rest of his life. He wanted to spend the rest of his days with Vanessa at his side. He might have no idea how he could manage this and when, since their relationship was still young. He didn’t know yet if they would need to fight for her to become a royal or he would need to find a way to get rid of his royal status.

But Vanessa was practically his wish at this point and Nozel refused to give up on her without a fight.

He closed his eyes for a moment and all he saw was children. With silver hair, but also rosewood pink just like Vanessas or brighter shades of her colour…

Wait, stop! It’s way too early to think about that!

It was a nice thought, though. Still, Nozel had to hold back. They just got together, no one else knew about them and more importantly, he still haven’t properly confessed to her yet!

He would need to do that, eventually. Why didn’t have it done it already? Either the timing wasn’t right. Or he wanted to make it a special occasion, because it’s what Vanessa would deserve. Or maybe he didn’t need to.

And most of the time, Nozel wondered why he haven’t confessed to her yet.

“You know, one of the things I love the most about you is the bond you had with your mother,” Vanessa whispered after a while, again tracing patterns on his skin. He could hear the smile in her voice.

“How so? Most people who would learn about that bond would call me a mama’s boy, mocking me.”

“As if being a mama’s boy would always be such a bad thing. You’re not the kind of being spoiled rotten by your mother, being unable to properly grow and being pampered every minute. No, you’re the kind who is close to your mother, who wanted to help and support her, who loved each moment spent with her and she was definitely was one who was proud at you, who would have loved to see grow, be it strong, kind or just becoming the best version of yourself as an adult. I think it’s a rare thing, especially given how nobles are most of the time, not to mention royals. But she cared for you and your siblings in any way possible and you still have so much affection for her. It is something I really love.”

He heard her sigh, then added, “I already told you that I didn’t had a good bond with mine. It is reassuring that it’s not the case for everyone.”

“What happened between you?”

“You interested in it…”

It wasn’t a question, her voice was soft. But not like his question hurt her. It sounded like she was relieved he actually ask.

“I am. But you always seemed wary when it’s about the Witches Forest and I was afraid my questions would hurt you and-“

Vanessa put a finger on his lips.

“Another proof that your heart is at the right place… But I warn you, it’s not a happy story, although you probably guessed that already.”

“I did…”

“Well, you know, I don’t even know if the Witch Queen is my biological mother. I have some traits very similar hers, but I’m not the only witch to have those. I called her mother, but every witch also called her like that and for her, each witch was like her daughter, in a way. I don’t know how witches are born even, despite being one. I think it’s only teached when a witch got her grimoire, but I was already out of the Forest back then, so I never learned? Anyways, little witches are raised together by older ones, all together, a bit like a mix of nursery and school. Unless the Queen took a special interest in you, so you’re more or less raised by her. Which was probably my case, she took me in before I could even walk, apparently.”

“Because of your Fate-binding spell.”

“You guessed that right… The Witch Queen, my mother, is someone difficult to read. She seems to be on this world like forever. Not to mention that she is able to see the future. At least, I think so? I’m not sure. But it’s certain that she has amazing power, although it never seemed enough for her. I don’t know if she wanted more power for herself or if it was to protect her forest and her daughters better. But I know for sure, she foresaw somehow that I would get a spell that would bend Fate itself. She wanted it. And for that… she put me in a cage.”

Nozel flinched. He had no idea what to say, so he hold Vanessa more, as tightly as he could.

She told him everything. Those lonely years in the cage, her suffering, how Yami saved her rather by coincidence, how she joined the Black Bulls and never wanted to came back. How she still returned to the Witches Forest to find a way to save Astas arms and how she was ready to even go back into the cage for her squadmate, the battle that occurred soon after… and how she finally got the spell her mother put her in a cage for.

“It wasn’t anything like she imagined. To be fair, after all the fuss my mother made about that spell, I actually expected something… grander, maybe? But it was somehow far simpler. It’s not like I can changed Fate entirely with Rouge, he only works on the people I care the most about. Maybe if I train more, I can use it on more people? But it is a fact that I can’t bend Fate entirely. The Queen… I think this shock was so terribly big for her. And I know that compared to the family I found out of the Forest, she was nothing to me. We’re on better terms today, more or less, I can visit the witches in the Forest if I want, but… It’s not my home and I can’t really consider her my mother entirely. I think I moved on…”

“But it is still making you wary today…”

“Yes. I never realized it, but it was still hurting me. I tried to ignore it, but I should have known that I wasn’t completely over it. I fight against all kinds of cages and limits my whole life since I came out of the cage. I just never really realized it.”

“It’s not really a bad thing.”

“I know. But by ignoring my trauma, I think I never really came to terms with it. After all, Yami haven’t known the whole context when he saved me and I never told anyone. Heck, my own squadmates never learned it from me directly. Asta was even angry that I was ready to sacrifice myself so that he could use his arms again. I don’t blame him, though.”

“Hm…”

“You sound unsure, honey.”

“I understand that Asta was upset at you. But if I were in your shoes, I would have been ready to do the same. As much as we dislike when others sacrifice themselves for us, we would do the same thing for those we care about.”

“You did that a lot in your life.”

Nozel just nodded. As wrong as he was with how he did it, he was still ready to sacrifice anything for his siblings, even himself. And now, there was Vanessa… How strange, he never realized that maybe Nebra, Solid and Noelle would be upset if he had to sacrifice himself for them. But they would be, his sisters especially would be very mad. Vanessa probably too, but she also could understand.

Talking seems to put things into a new perspective.

He heard Vanessa sigh, before she talked again, “It’s strange. I never dared to tell my squadmates about my past. And yet I was ready to tell you. But to be fair, you’re also the reason why I stopped ignoring what happened to me.”

“How so?”

“It’s subtle, but I think it started during our talk in Spade. You never talked about it, but you also never ignored your past, unlike me. Despite all your mistakes and your pain, you never turned your eyes away from them, you were working on making things better instead. I came to admire that, so that I stopped ignoring my own past. I even considered telling you about it one day. And I just did. In fact, I should thank you for giving me the push to move on.”

“Are you sure it’s thanks to me? I’ve never really moved on from my own trauma until recently. And it’s actually a lot thanks to you.”

“And still you were a reason for me to finally starting to move on. Also, I’m glad that I somehow helped you as well with your own past. We both helped each other…”

Vanessa shifted to give him a proper kiss. Nozel closed his eyes, enjoying her touch on his lips, how she tasted, how perfectly she seemed to fit in his arms…

Heavens, how much he loved this woman.

They make out and cuddle for a while in comfortable silence. The only light come from the full moon shining through the windows.

“I promise I will never put you into a cage.”

“I know you won’t.”

“How can you be so sure about that?”

“Simple. I love you.”

Nozel froze, still holding Vanessa tightly.

Those words. Those three precious words. She said it. She said it so simply. As if it was perfectly normal, the natural course of things.

They both sat up and he looked at her. Vanessa was smiling and blushing, her eyes down on the blanket. Was it new for her? She always seemed so full of joy and certain about so many things. And now, she looked like she was again that young little witch that just was saved from the cage, experiencing something new that made her happy but unsure.

He had to tell her back. He needed it and more importantly, he wanted it. Why was it so difficult to say three tiny little words?

But what they could mean had so many possibilities and for him, the meaning was so precious he couldn’t let it go. Nozel was done of letting everything he kept dear.

It was difficult to hold her gaze, but he had to. Nozel knew that if he don’t look her in the eyes while telling her those precious three words, he will regret it for the rest of his life. So, he cupped her face with both his hands to anchor himself, surprising her in the process.

It was hard to look her in those mesmerizing amethyst eyes, but to Nozels relief, this way it was also harder to look away.

“I… I love you too.”

The world seemed to froze, only Vanessa seemed alive. He saw emotions coming one after another in her eyes, changing the shade, like a kaleidoscope.

First, there was surprise, then the slow process of realization. At the end, there was joy, the most pure and the biggest joy he ever saw in his life, her gorgeous smile back on her lips in all its glory.

Vanessa practically jumped on him, making them both fall back on the mattress while kissing him senseless. It was overwhelming, but Nozel gave in immediately, holding her like there was no tomorrow.

He had no idea how long they kissed and made love again. A few minutes? Hours? Honestly, it didn’t matter. Maybe time stopped altogether for them, for this very moment. It was still night and the moon was still shining through the windows when they parted again, their bodies still as close as they could be and looking at each other. Exhausted, but happy.

Vanessa fell asleep first, her head resting on his chest. While running his fingers through her curls, one thought came to Nozels mind.

How he wished that his mother could have met Vanessa. Acier would have loved her, of that he was sure, and the feeling would have certainly be mutual. Nozel had no doubt that his mother would have supported him, even if his love happened to be a witch.

As sad as it was, it was a very reassuring thought and it made him even happy. Nozel finally fell asleep, happy and Vanessas rosy scent in his nose.

♣♣♣

Yami tried to hold it a bit more. Just for a moment. Just enough to see the pleasure wash over Charlotte before it was his turn.

Just a second. He got a glance at his Prickly Queen moving under him and letting go, but that was all he got, as he wasn’t able hold back more and gave in to the pleasure.

Yami groaned as he rolled away from Charlotte and fell heavily next to her. The mattress made a strange sound, but he didn’t care. It was a bit frustrating that he couldn’t watch his girlfriend gave in fully to pleasure properly, as he always came immediately.

But why should he complain? The nights with Charlotte were just worth it. It was fair to say that it was now more addicted to her than gambling or booze – which surprised Finral, but for some reason Yami didn’t quite got, his wheels seemed relieved about it. Heck, the perspective of sleeping alone seemed now intolerable. The mere thought of not having Charlottes warm body next to him made his blood boil.

This was the reason why he now came every night at the Blue Roses base. He hadn’t slept in his room back at the Hideout for quite a time now. Charlotte did mentioned that she could came over at the Black Bulls base from time to time, but Yami wasn’t quite sure if this was a good idea. Not really because of the base moving thanks to Henry, but more because, well… it was impossible to have privacy back there. One of the rare disadvantages of the Hideout, he’ll admit. You were either alone when you were asleep (in your room, that is) or when you were taking a dump. Or during a bath, and only if you INSISTED you wanted a lonely bath. It was easier to have privacy within the base of the Blue Roses, so this was settled.

Not to mention that Yami still wasn’t ready to let his brats know about his new and still young relationship. It sucked already that Luck knew. But Luck was also Charlottes brother, he also knew how to hold a secret and in his own berserk way, he was very supportive. If only he could stop attacking him or asking when he would be an uncle.

So yeah, in short, if they wanted some beddancing, the Blue Roses headquarters were the better option. The only thing that sucked was that he had to fly all the way there by himself. Okay, he could of course order Finral to bring him, like he did for everything else. But first, that would have meant to tell Finral and Yami wasn’t ready for that. And second, Charlotte actually scolded him for using his wheels for every tiny itsy-bitsy little thing, claiming that Finral and his spatial magic were way more than just a transport. Which was true, even though Yami would never admit it and still use Finral as a chauffeur. But well, since he didn’t wanted for Charlotte to be upset with him, Yami had no other options than to fly himself.

But since he loved Charlotte more than to fly all by himself, it wasn’t that difficult of a choice.

Yami turned his head to look at her. Her blonde hair was all undone except for the cute braid, all over the pillow some kind all-head crown, her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. There was a hickey on her neck and another one on her breast.

Yami couldn’t help but grin. He actually adored leaving those marks on her and given that Charlotte’s clothing style was the complete opposite to Vanessa’s, he had the full liberty to leave hickeys all over her body. Prickly Queen protested at first, but her protest had been more a formality than anything else.

Her blue eyes were closed, but she had the most gorgeous smile on her face. Really the most hot and beautiful woman in the kingdom. Her smiling that way… Damn, he must be really good. She was as well. For someone who never had any sex experience before him, she was a true goddess in bed.

“Wanna go for another round, Prickly Queen?”

“Yami! We just finished this one not even half a minute ago! And that was… our second round for tonight.”

“Yeah, if you ask me, that was still not enough.”

“Yami!”

“Just kidding, Prickly Queen, just kidding.”

Charlotte turned towards him, frowning and a knowing glance in her eyes, clearly seeing through the lie. Yami sometimes wondered if she was able to read Ki, unknowingly. But it was probably more due to the fact that she seemed to know people well and was able tell immediately if someone was telling the truth or not.

Probably a needed talent when you dealt with nobles almost every day. She didn’t really need Ki for that.

“Okay, okay, I’m halfway kidding… I think?”

“You think…”

“Don’t be so harsh, Prickly Queen, you break my delicate little heart of glass, ya know.”

This had the result to make Charlotte burst into laughter. “Delicate little heart of glass? Seriously, Yami!”

“What? It’s true! This godly body here might be buff like no one else, but the heart is tiny and fragile, I wouldn’t be sensible otherwise.”

“You act like buff hearts can’t be sensible. But they are and I think that in some cases, they even have more sensibility than the most fragile glass hearts.”

“Oh, you can be good at poetry, Prickly Queen.”

“Better have to… I recall that you’re actually pretty solid when it comes to arts.”

“Good memory there. But I’m not that good, poetry is all about writing and reading, not really my style.”

“I saw that in your handwriting.”

“Seriously, again? I don’t know if my delicate little heart can’t take another break, your cold and thorny majesty.”

Charlotte laughed, making Yamis heart racing in his chest. He loved that sound, such a shame that he haven’t heard it during all those years he knew her. If he had known how crystal-like that sound was, he would have tried to make her laugh from the start.

Since they were a couple, one of his favourite things to do was to make Charlotte laugh. And when they were alone, it was actually quite easy to do. Once it was just the two of them, or also when Luck was present, when Charlotte could let go of her metaphorical armour and leave all duties and captaincy behind, she was way more relaxed and easy to make laugh.

Sometimes, Yami tickled her, a habit Luck immediately took on as well, but he prefer to say silly and funny things to make Charlotte laugh. Those were when her giggles were the most gorgeous.

“Did you try to make orders within your reports and paperwork?” Charlotte asked after she finished laughing, cuddling up on his chest.

“Yeah, sorta. You gave me good tips, but it’s still a pain in the ass.”

“Hey, you asked me for help, so don’t complain!”

“Yeah, I know, I know, I’m not allowed to put it on future Yami’s problem. Poor Finral had a heart attack when he saw me do paperwork yesterday. But it’s still a pain, since I don’t have an office.”

“You… don’t have one? The Black Bulls doesn’t have a captain’s office?”

“Yeah, we don’t. And given that even Jack, that jerk of beanpole has his own captain’s office, seems that I’m the only cap missing one. Which sucks. Usually I read some reports while taking a dump, but now I really need to talk with Henry about making a room for an office.”

“But the Black Bull’s base has a lot of empty rooms. At least, it’s what Luck and Vanessa told me. Can’t you use one of them instead of bothering Henry?”

“Crap, I haven’t thought about those rooms. Maybe… Nah, they’re all dark and cramped and a pain, not to mention dark. I’d rather have Henry made a completely new room for me.”

“Aren’t you a bit lazy for just letting others do something you could easily have done yourself?”

“Come on, Prickly Queen, why do you sound like a mom?”

Charlotte chuckled again, but it wasn’t like before. It felt heavier. Yami immediately frowned, automatically starting to stroke her hair.

“Something wrong, Prickly Queen?”

“It’s fine… Just, when you said I sound like a mom… It reminded me of something that happened three days ago. It’s on my mind quite often.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Well, it’s about my mother.”

“Did she tried again to engage you to Braids or Hard Nose?”

Yami knew that he had no reason to be jealous of his two royal colleagues and it was more Charlotte’s mother who wanted that, not them. But that stupid jealousy and the insecurity that comes with it made him rather over protective over his queen.

“No, it’s not about that. In fact, she wanted to apologize to me and she told me… some things about her life. Secrets she kept for herself for too long. It ended for me to have compassion with her, after what she went through.”

Okay, this had Yamis curiosity and he couldn’t help but worry a bit. Of course he would, since Charlotte seemed to take this at heart.

“Wanna tell me?”

“It’s a bit of a long story.”

“Well, we have time and it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

Even though he would prefer to make love to Charlotte again or making her laugh, Yami could wait. He would be a bad boyfriend if he was only with her for the fun and to ignore her worries or to not share them.

They both sat up on the bed and Charlotte started to talk. “My mother actually wasn’t a virgin when she married my father.”

“Wait, isn’t that-“

“Unusual for a noble lady in an acceptable age to get married? I know. Before you ask, it wasn’t with my father. After all, they don’t love each other, never did, never will. She did it with a peasant…”

It took a while for Charlotte to tell the whole story. Not because Yami interrupted, at least, not only. But mostly because it really pained her, feeling terribly for her mother.

To be honest, Yami slowly started to feel bad for lady Orchidea Roselei as well. That woman didn’t had an easy life. Never been able with her true love, difficulties to have more children than Prickly Queen despite wanting more, married to a jerk who cheated on her, another jerk slept with her when she was down and drunk, using their one-night-stand as leverage. Worse, that jerk was the father of Noelle and Braids.

At least, it was fair to say that both didn’t want to have anything to do with their old man. Noelle only met him twice or trice in her life and while Nozel had a stick up his ass, he still had enough decency and what his father did was something he never would tolerate.

Actually, maybe Yami should pity Nozel. At least a bit. Having that jerk as a father while losing his mother this young surely wasn’t easy. Woah, for the first time, he could actually relate a little for Bird Braid. But well, details.

More importantly…

“Crap. Your mother had it rough.”

“You can say that. I feel bad to have stand up to her like this two months ago.”

Yami immediately cupped her face.

“Don’t say that. You needed that. At least, it helped your mom to actually get a grip on herself again. At least, she wanted you to be happy, not to use you for some bullshit alliance or something.”

“Still. Given the circumstances, I would have preferred to stand up against someone else. Like my father. Or my bitch aunt Rosamund.”

Yami grinned. Charlotte only started using curse words recently. And only when they were alone. Seems like his bad mouth started to rub off on her and in his humble opinion, it made her actually sexy.

“At least, mother got a heavy burden of on her shoulders. And more importantly, her heart. Maybe she needed to tell it finally, in order to have peace.”

“How does she cope?”

“Hm, she was never a rebel and she can be very sensitive, so I don’t know. It was already a lot to tell me all of her secrets. I will support her, of course. But it would still take a while for my mother to finally move on.”

“Moving on needs time. But with what you told me, yer mom’s might be on the right way.”

Charlotte smiled at him, making his heart flutter a little lot. “Thank you for your compassion towards my mother. I know how you feel about nobility and you’re honestly right. But it’s still nice that others than me can feel for her.”

“Your mom went through a lot of bullshit and given the squad I have, it would be dumb of me to not feel bad for her. Heck, if I had met her, I might would have threw a Black Bull robe at her.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me. Speaking of Black Bulls, I told her about Luck. She would love to meet him one day. With what I told her, she looked like she would love to adopt him, somehow.”

“What, really? Hey, I don’t give my brats away! Bad enough that a royal married my wheels, even worse that Finesse is too kind to be mad at!”

“Yami…”

“Just kidding, Prickly Queen, just kidding. But seriously, is yer mom wants to meet Luck, ya can take her to our base at your next visit.”

Charlotte didn’t answered, but the joy and relief in her eyes said enough of her gratitude. That look was so beautiful on her that he had to kiss her. Charlotte immediately gave in, letting their lips and tongues dance.

“Does your mom also know… about us?” Yami still had to ask, as they ended their kiss.

“Well, she knows I have someone. But she asked me to not tell her. My mother doesn’t trust herself yet with that kind of knowledge. But she promised to support me, no matter what.”

That was some good news. Yami knows that parents supporting their children for love within nobility was a rare thing. Thankfully, Charlotte got this and Yami was happy for her.

He just hoped he wouldn’t need to impress lady Orchidea too much, as it was a pain in the ass to keep up a façade. Then again, given how his potential mom-in-law had been in love with a peasant, she might be open minded.

Hopefully, her life would be happier from now on. She could be a nice grandmother. With kiddos with either black or blond hair on her lap…

Wait, why was he thinking about that? It was still way too early.

“So, about that third round,” Charlotte suddenly said, interrupting his silly thoughts about grannies and kiddos. “If you let me lead, you’ll get it.”

Yami grinned. Oh, she gotten pretty bold since they started their still secret relationship. Prickly Queen still blushed from time to time, but she got confidence and that made him really thirsty.

So, Yami fell on his back, letting Charlotte climbing on top of him and looking down at him passionately in love. Gosh, he certainly would fight to be with her and that would never be future Yami’s problem.

[hebimoonlightwrites]

hope you're doing well! may i request rio and lover for the hypmic word challenge please?

Writer's corner: Hey, sure! I've decided to write a simple "The type of boyfriend". Hope you're fine with it and that you enjoy it! If you do not like it, please, let me know so I can write another one for you. Enjoy~

Warnings: cuteness, just Rio being Rio

⋆𝓡𝓲𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓑𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓳𝓲𝓶𝓪⋆ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭

⋆Rio would be the type of boyfriend who’d surely be kind and gentle to his s/o.

⋆He’d treat them kindly and he’d also be so generous!

⋆Like, if he found something cute, for example a pillow or other things, which remind him of his dear s/o, then he’d buy them without thinking more!

⋆Rio would definitely try to cook something good to his s/o and also try to learn how to bake their favourite dishes properly.

⋆We know he lives like if he still was a soldier, so I imagine him trying to put aside his motto “survival cooking” only to learn how to bake or cook something his s/o would love!

⋆”Uhm.. What is your favourite meal again...?”

⋆He’d also be so sweet to cuddle!

⋆If his s/o is having a bad day, Rio wouldn’t mind to lay down next to them and hug them tightly, putting their head on his chest and caressing their hair, while whispering lovely words to them.

⋆”I know, babe... Come on, this day’s finished. Now you can get some rest here with me. You deserve it. You always stress yourself a lot. You shouldn’t, babe..”

⋆On the other hand if he’s the one to feel horrible, I think his s/o would realize it because I headcanon Rio putting his head on their chest (like how children usually hug their mothers, you know?) and hugging them tightly, closing his eyes and saying no words.

⋆I think he’d be like a giant teddy bear~

⋆But he would also be the one to protect his s/o!

⋆Remember that he’s an ex-soldier, so he quite knows how to fight against criminals and creeps!

⋆In short, Rio would be a great boyfriend in my opinion!

⋆He’s also respectful towards people and stans dignity in others.

⋆Among his values we can find also loyalty and determination.

⋆That’s why I think Rio would never be able to betray his dear s/o and, if he’s feeling like something isn’t going well in the relationship, he’d talk about it with them and try hard to find a solution together.

⋆If he and his s/o had an argument, I totally think he’d be the one to say sorry first. He couldn’t really ignore his s/o crying or their sad face, so he’d probably say sorry hugging them tightly.

⋆Rio would also be pretty supportive!

⋆If his s/o isn’t feeling well and think that they aren’t doing enough or that they will never manage to reach their objectives, Rio would be there and act like a cheerleader to them.

⋆”I don’t allow you to keep saying these bad things to yourself, sweetheart! You can do everything you want to in your life! You’re strong enough to face every obstacle existing! I trust you!”

⋆After that he’d surely be there hugging them tightly and say:

⋆”You’re not alone, love. I’m here and I’ll do even the impossible things to help you!”

⋆His kisses would be gentle, sweet but also passionate. Through them Rio would try to make his s/o understand that they are what really matter in his life; that no matter how far they both would be, their souls would be near enough to warm up.

⋆Also, I don’t know why, but I think he’d buy them a pet, whatever pet they want! A fish? A dog? A cat? A snake????.. Whatever! Because he lives in a forest so he’s always surrounded by mother nature and I cannot stop headcanon him loving animals (even if he also cooks them- poor frogs.....)

⋆Lastly he’d sleep hugging his s/o. I’m sure about it, ‘cause he’s a big teddy bear!~

⋆He’d lie on his tent’s bed with his s/o and they both would look at the stars at nights.

⋆”Oh, look! That’s the North Star, sweetheart! .... And there there’s a shooting star! Make a wish, dear!......... What is mine? Well... I shouldn’t tell you, but 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼… 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾.”

[m34gs]

Meags, tell me something. What’re Idia and Kalim’s ways of comforting each other when one of them gets upset? Are there any secret tricks they’ve learned about each other to bring the smiles back?

Hi Blue! I'm glad you asked!!!! I've actually explored a couple different things, and I like to try working through different methods in my writing.

When Idia's upset, I think there are a couple ways to comfort him. If Kalim can get the conversation to a topic of interest that Idia is passionate about, that might be an effective distraction for things that are temporary disturbances (such as feeling embarrassed about how others perceived him that day, stressing over a level he's struggling to beat on a game, worrying about social interactions, etc). Getting Idia to light up and talk about things he enjoys is one of Kalim's favourite things to do, and once Idia starts talking about what he loves, it's so easy for Kalim to sit and listen. Words of praise and affirmation help too, but he has to be careful not to praise Idia too much, or Idia will swing from depressed to cocky (and not really in a good way).

If he's having a dull day, something that will cheer him up immediately is going to a shelter and snuggling all the cats and kittens. Idia loves cats. He always wants to pet them. So, sometimes, when he notices Idia is stuck in a little rut, Kalim will plan a date where they go to a shelter or a cat cafe and snuggle all the kitties together. They always end up leaving with the biggest smiles on both their faces.

But, when it's big things, like regret over what happened to Ortho or feeling completely down on himself and his own personality, distraction isn't the answer. Neither is talking (it takes Kalim a little bit to figure this out initially). Idia tends to withdraw and he won't feel up for conversation. But Kalim can't just let him mope with his headphones and music on all day, alone. So, he comes to visit his boyfriend and he snuggles up to him on the bed. Sure, Kalim may fall asleep like that, and Idia may be left awake with his boyfriend cuddling him, but it's the warmth of Kalim's body, the solid weight that says "I'm here and I'm not leaving you", the closeness of someone without the pressure to be social...those are the things that comfort Idia in that moment.

Kalim doesn't express sadness very often. He's generally very cheerful. But that doesn't mean he doesn't also need comfort at times. Initially, Idia is clumsy at it and he feels awkward. He doesn't quite hit the mark every single time, but honestly even the fact that he's trying makes Kalim feel a little better. Idia is known to be a bit of a recluse, but it's been shown again and again that he can - and WILL - come out of his comfort bubble for the people he cares about. That will extend to Kalim. I think when Kalim is feeling a bit down, or insecure, Idia would start with little things, like having a date night, gaming together, getting snacks and just hanging out. For little things, like being worried over grades or being lonely, that will definitely help Kalim. Kalim loves people and he hates eating alone. Idia would definitely step up with little one-on-one dates. And he would, in an effort to make Kalim feel really special, try to find some events the other would like to go to and do one or two more public dates. Kalim is very aware how introverted Idia is, so all the effort put in means so much to him and makes him feel over the moon with joy.

When it comes to the heavier stuff, like Kalim's conflicts with Jamil, or his own internal worries of being incapable of doing things on his own, that's where Idia finds it a bit more challenging. Kalim needs talking, not just distraction and affection. He wants to talk about his feelings and he wants to be able to sit and just feel. This is not Idia's strong suit, not in a positive way. He's used to brooding, sure, but he's not used to talking things out and turning over and exploring the uncomfortable side of things. But he tries. At first, he's awkward as hell and he stumbles a lot on his words as he tries to talk with Kalim and get Kalim to confide in him, show he's listening to Kalim and provide support. Eventually, though, he realizes he can visualize it like a video game. Of course, he doesn't reduce his boyfriend to strats or dialogue lines or anything like that, but when he pays attention to the way Kalim talks and tries to view what he's saying through the lens of an MC trying to comfort a friend or love interest, the little bit of distancing himself from the situation lets him feel more confident in understanding and formulating a reply. It takes the nerves out of the equation and allows him to focus completely on Kalim.

Those are my thoughts! Thank you so much for asking, I really enjoyed answering this 💜💜💜

[shrimpathy-for-the-rogue]

Cats are the cutest pet and also i want to talk about the cats in my house and how they respond to kisses, to being picked up, sitting on you, and from pets. I won't be rating them, they all are 10s anyways, it'd just an observation.

Socks

(My cat. The rest are my sisters)

Pets: She LOVES pets. She doesn't just love the typical "rub the cat" sort of pet, you can give this cat a massage and she will continue to pur and sometimes meow.

Kisses: she doesn't want kisses, and she let's me know by running away. She doesn't scratch me, she's very patient for a cat, but she definitely let's me know "I don't fucking want your kisses human" and I can respect that.

Being picked up: she tolerates it. She complains by meowing, and let's me know when she is done by wiggling in my arms, and by that point I can tell and put her down.

Sitting on you: she absolutely can and will sit on you. She sits on my back to help me sleep, she sits on your lap as soon as you sit down. To her, humans are her favorite chair and she will complain but get up if you get up.

Mikado

Pets: he loves them, but he doesn't love then like socks does. (Ofc, socks is a weirdo) He loves loves LOVES head pets ans scritches. He will melt into your hand purring if you give him headpats. Similarly to socks, he does demand attention, but his meow is so soft that I call him sad boy. Similarly, food time is now called sad boy hours cause he will let you know when he's hungry

Kisses: he loves kisses but he doesn't often get to places where I can give him a kiss easily. I have to bend down to give him a kiss, but when I do he tends to headbutt me. Not all the time, but enough

Being picked up: he will allow me to pick him up, but he doesn't like it. He will accept kisses and be okay with them, but he would rather be on the floor instead.

Sitting on you: he is shy with people he doesn't know, and he used to not sit on my lap as often, but he ran away for two weeks so he became friendlier with me. Maybe it's because I came to pick him up from a neighbor who found him, but it's the sweetest thing. For me, he does NOT want me to move when he's on me. If I try to get up, he will lay on my chest. He WILL cuddle me if it's the last thing his little kitty heart will do

Oreo

(Yes. He does look like he's seen some shit. He probably has.)

Pets: he's neutral to pets while he's walking but he will absolutely love pets when he's laying down. He's got places to be, people to meow at! Very valid

Kisses: when I said Mikado loves kisses, I was wrong. This guy will headbutt you if you don't give him enough kisses. I give him a kiss and everytime I say "good boy" cause he's super cute about it.

Being picked up: no. He will wiggle out and get out of your arm. He doesn't scratch you, but he complains a shit ton when you pick him up

Sitting on you: this boy loves Sitting on you, not as much as Mikado or Socks, but he will sit on you. He gets frightened easily though so he won't stay on your lap.

Yolk

Pets: She likes them, but you learn to not touch her butt because she will let you know with her claws if you did. Only problem is, she will move in a way that it's super easy to pat her butt so like. You learn to pat, remove your hands, pat again, until she tells you through body language that she's had enough

Kisses: are you on your computer? Well she will absolutely crawl over your arms and headbutt you to get kisses. She is a kiss MONSTER, she's OBSESSED with kisses. She loves them so much

Sitting on you: no, but she will sit around you. She's yet to actually sit on my lap, but she has walked over me so.. you win some you lose some

Being picked up: NOOOOO! and she will tell you that. She used to not be able to be picked up AT ALL, but I worked with her and always gave her pets after picking her up. I only do it once a day, and I wouldn't do it of we weren't.. yknow, prone to flooding where I live. She WILL let you know so its best to not pick her up at all.

Thank you foe your time, this was me writing down my observation about the cats that live in my house, here's some more pictures of them

[keefwho]

October 22 - 2023 Sunday

9:14am

Even though it feels cringe, I'm going to try to read the day before's entry every morning. I feel like I should be able to do that without cringing at myself. It's like I can't even stand by my own words. I just dump feelings and shamefully look away. Maybe reading what I did yesterday can help me get a grip and try something different today. It'll also help to notice patterns I might be missing. Whether it does or not, this is an "action" I can take. An actual thing I can do that will yield some kind of results as long as I actually do it.

10:43am

In a way I'm afraid to do anything. I feel fear thinking about doing Inktober, or streaming a game, or hanging out with someone. I feel like I'm gonna mess up everything today. I'm afraid to act on anything.

1:09pm

I hear people talk about their girlfriends/boyfriends and can't understand how they easily fall in and out of relationships when I've only ever had 1 where we used that kind of label and it was when I was a teenager. Or how do people end up being in a happy relationship where they can proudly say they have a partner? Why is that so hard to achieve? Why can't it just be as simple as "We are so close and like each other a lot, lets just be boyfriend/girlfriend already." For some reason it just isn't like that. It probably has something to do with me and how fucked up I am. I'm the one here who lacks most forms of interpersonal experience. I fear I am doomed to a life of loneliness.

I'm so out of touch with everything it feels like.

4:03pm

I took a hit again and it's probably the last time I'm gonna do it to cope with my feelings. I'm not having a bad trip or anything, I just know it's bad and I feel dirty about it. I don't know who this "Keith" guy is but I don't support his behavior lately. I don't want to be this. I know what I want to be, I literally just have to do it. I feel a little better about it though. High assisted or not, I've been trying very hard to understand my own humanity and the humanity of others. I've been perspective taking, understanding how much it means when someone asks how my day is or updates me with pictures of their cat or where they're going. I thought about the past and how closed off and hollow it is, why do I like to stay there? Everyone else is present and ever changing. The present offers possibilities, the past is done. Its not to be forgotten but it's not to be lived in either. I wish I could get a better grasp on how I used to feel. I can't remember having this constant darkness deep inside me but maybe it was better hidden. I don't want to believe I could have regressed, especially when I've made so much progress in other places. I simultaneously want to go back to who I was but also don't want to lose the progress I know I've made. Who I was was very limited as a person. I think with great sadness comes great happiness. I've opened up a window to growing in ways I couldn't have before. If I can only learn to see hope like I used to. If I can only understand how things really can change and happen. Thats what I miss. Thats what I've lost. I've done so well with everything else but I lost this important component. Deep down I know who I am but I don't know who I can become. I don't understand what other things can become.

11:15pm

Today I woke up from a dream where Daisy and I got a cabin together and it was great, there was lots of very intimate cuddling and touching. I remember pressing my chest to her naked back holding her and how good it felt. At some point the dream turned into dealing with this homeless guy who wanted to stay in our house. He had a little pet alligator sorta like Gummy and about the size of a kitten. He told me not to let it bite me because it's teeth were very sharp but I let it anyways and my hand started to bleed pretty bad. We threw him and his gator off the mountain.

For breakfast I made sausage, mac n cheese, and had some cereal on the side. Afterwards I was trying to figure out how to launch VRchat and Legendary Tales at the same time so I could Vtube better but that was impossible unfortunately. I tried streaming for about 2 hours which went okay aside from no one showing up except for the guy that calls me Sleepy. I truly hate him. Good thing he only messaged twice. After my failure of a stream I decided to take a hit in preparation to blow myself because I felt like it and wanted that immersion. I did my dishes and looked at stuff while waiting for it to kick in. When it did I remember not being totally in the mood for it anymore but doing it anyways because I wasn't gonna waste the opportunity. It turned out okay, I had fun but it lasted a very very long time. After steaming in the shower for awhile and almost falling asleep in there, I made spaghettios for my 2 hour late breakfast. I snacked on some chips while watching a minecraft stream until I sobered up. I took a 40 minute desk nap at the end of that. I finally decided to do my Inktober and enjoy my evening. I cranked it out along with a small commission edit and uploaded those 2 things. After that Daisy was free and we watched Chris Chan while we both worked. I sketch Mr Mumbles and us as He Man and Cringer. I felt loose about it all, I was able to reach that rare state of really letting go and enjoying the process of art while I use it to express myself. Often times I adhere to too many rules and expectations. I was going to play Legendary Tales while Daisy went to bed but my game froze and I lost my permadeath character to that so I hopped on Zelda instead while she went to sleep.

[desoletongue]

So I've been having a little bit of a time lately. This one may end up a little long and a little sad, but it's all okay.

I left my job of 5 years, it was eating me to pieces and I just couldn't give my time to those people any more. It was a good choice. That it happened to coincide with my therapist closing her practice was unexpected, but I felt like I would be okay after about two days of moping in a woe is me style.

It has been okay. There have been hiccups. Some days it's really hard not to be a depressed burrito. I make a lot of "gainfully unemployed" jokes while I try to get my brain to remember that we can art and write to our hearts content and if we get tired we can just nap about it. I am lucky to have a cushion and the time to do this.

I'm adjusting to sharing space with humans again. Remembering they aren't just humans and are actually my friends helps most of the time. I wish we communicated more viably about house stuff but hopefully we improve on that. I'm just hoping I'm not the only one that thinks improvement is needed in that area.

The anxieties are gripping me tight and shaking me around every few days. Last week I couldn't sleep for two (thankfully) separate nights because I was just very convinced I would die. Not very helpful, but I played some video games and listened to chill music and tried to be kind to myself.

I'm getting back into the habit of regularly cleaning. I'm trying not to make a big schedule because I get overwhelmed easily when I see lists of things to do anymore, but I do try to grab one or two things from the "to do" jumble a day. Sometimes it's just some laundry, but I unpacked like 9 more boxes the other night. I was in bed the next day, but it was big progress and I can afford a day in bed right now.

I've been writing. I posted three fanfics in a series I've been saying I'm working on for almost a year at this point. I'm really proud and trepidatious about it. I've posted stuff before, it's not that it's a new experience, it just feels like something that I've started a growing piece for others to see. I've also been writing and developing stuff for my book.

I haven't been listening to music much, which may tie in with some of the depression. I should have a music outlet, that's been a constant for years. I just forget and the novelty of actual silence is one that I've appreciated since when I started to really feel my burn out.

Next week I should probably really start job hunting, for all that I hate it. Need to redo my resume maybe completely. Also might apply for weird slightly out of the wheelhouse stuff because to be honest? I really hate scheduling. I keep getting notifications that the schools around here are hiring secretaries and admin assistants and while I Absolutely do not want to work at a school in the year of our lord 2023 in Okla-fucking-homa, I could do admin work elsewhere. And maybe, if things work out ... I could go to school? I haven't done that but I want to. Anything but banking or workforce.

School was a thing that I've waffled on for nearly 10 years because fear of debt but at this point... We're all gonna die in debt unless we burn this whole candle down (won't bank on that), so why the fuck not. I'm a smart boy, I could learn a thing.

I did start a fansly. It's mostly friend traffic at the moment, which is really sweet and mildly comical, but only because I never know whether they're following me because they love and support me or because I'm hot. Could be both, but I'm not sure of any of it much less the all of it. (Oh geez, did they get there and not expect boobs because I'm normally bound down??)

I've been a little isolated, but I forget to socialize sometimes because it's kinda nice being able to just hang out and read and cuddle the cats? And then I realize it's been a week since I've messaged my best friend and I feel too guilty about that to message him now, except then I find a meme they really need to see and auto send it and suddenly we're talking again. We've done that a couple of times. I miss him.

So overall, a bumpy leg of our journey, but we're still trucking along.

And I have blue/purple hair again. That's pretty fuckin rad.

[shorkbrian]

Street Cat hybrid shoto seems to like you so much, even more than he likes his owner Momo

When you come to see momo, he is 24/7 by your side, following you around all day long, touching you and your things, licking your neck just like he always did since he was a lil baby cat *W* and even worst, he still cries when you have tô tô home!

Why aren’t you his owner? It was you who saved him, but you couldn’t have a hybrid at your apartment, so you left him with your best friend.

It was you who made him more human. Without you, shoto would be still living in the street. But how could he feel at home when his home is you?

One day, Momo sends a message asking you to take care of him while she works for a few days in another country. She says he only wants you, and gets pissy and teary when someone else comes

You are happy to help— i mean, things are being so stressful at your new work! It has been a week since you saw Shoto.

It just happen that you carry so many new smells

Shoto doesn’t like that >:(

(This is a prompt/request. Feel free to change things or deny this shit. I just want some beastial sex with yandere shoto who cries while humping your pussy bc he finally feels at peace)

hoooooo my gosh 

(What to expect - NSFW, noncon, scenting, thoughts of watersports)

Hybrid Shouto who’s long and lean, milky skin scarred and marred in places from the various fights he’s had while living on the street.

He’s got enough muscles to crush you when he hugs you, to put significant weight on you when he tries to cuddle up in your lap as you talk to Momo. 

You’re close with Momo, having fun “girls night” when you and Jirou go over and drink wine, do each others nails, and talk about whatever been’s going on that week.

Shouto never interrupts, is always quiet as long as he’s by your side, purring when you scratch behind his ear, stretching out so he’s sprawled across your legs where you’re sitting on the floor.

Jirou and Momo think it’s cute how attached the hybrid is to you, coo at him whenever the hybrid jumps to follow you around Momo’s house, touching everything you touch, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder, hovering one step behind you like a clingy shadow.

It’s hard to say goodbye, especially with Shouto clinging to you, jaw set, unshed tears shining in his eyes as he begs you to stay, just a little longer.

So “girls night” turns into a fun sleepover, no big deal.

It’s adorable when you wake up to find the hybrid curled up at your feet, tail tucked around his body as he snores softly, ears twitching. When you go to make coffee, you bump into Momo, and barely begin telling her about the cute occurrence, before Shouto is padding into the kitchen, frown on his face, immediately jumping towards you.

Crushes you in a hug, pushes you against the counter as he comforts himself by stroking your shoulder, licking at your neck. “Thought you left...” The hybrid whines.

It’s easy to see how much he cares for his savior.

When Momo asks you to watch him, of course you say yes. He’s easy to please, with an even temperament and hardly any bad habits. You’d say his worst habit is his clinginess, how you can’t even go to the bathroom without the hybrid lurking outside of the door, waiting for you to get out so he can be close to you again.

But it seems he’s developed some unsavory traits living on the streets, as he pushes you to the floor as soon as you cross into Momo’s home.

“You smell different.” And it’s not a question. The hybrid’s cold nose is tickling your skin, first at your hands, then your throat, ghosting over your face before he drops down, pushes up your shirt a little so he can nose at your stomach.

“Hey! Shouto wha-”

“You smell awful.” He hisses, tail puffing up, ears flat against his head. 

“I’m-I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize.... I’ll go shower and change right now, okay? I’m sorry Sho’, I forgot you have such a sensitive nose.”

That calms him down a little bit, until you’re locking the bathroom door, Shouto stuck on the outside while you turn on the shower.

“Please let me in, I won’t look, just want to be close to you.” Comes his soft voice, and he sounds so sad, so plaintive, and you find yourself biting your lip.

“No, Shouto, I would like some privacy please while I shower. Afterwards we can cuddle or something, alright?”

There’s silence from the other side of the door, which is a tad worrying, but the quicker you can shower and change, the quicker you can go comfort the sensitive hybrid.

You find him curled up in his bed, buried underneath his blankets, frown on his face. It’s easy to slip in behind the hybrid, snuggling up against his furnace-like body heat.

No words are spoken, but the hybrid turns, buries his face into your neck, huffing and chuffing against your skin while you try not to squirm from the sensation. His little kitten licks tickle, especially when he starts grooming you, rough, textured tongue pulling rhythmically at your skin.

He dips too close to your chest, licking over your collarbone, but it’s innocent, harmless. Cats do this to each other when they feel safe, when they have a bond. You know Shouto is probably just trying to self-soothe after being left home all day. You know he’s a needy hybrid.

Shouto moves to lick at your arms, and that tickles even more, and you can’t stop from squirming and giggling a little when he licks at the crease of your elbow. Next thing you know, he has both of his slender, pale hands wrapped around one of your own hands, stuffing a few of your fingers into his mouth so he can suck on them.

You’re gasping in shock, surprised as you feel his fangs scrape over your flesh, the sensation strange and unexpected. “Shouto-!”

But the hybrid has his eyes closed, nose wiggling a bit as he falls into a rhythm, muscles relaxing as he settles down.

Another self-soothing gesture, you figure.

Today was a long day, and it doesn’t take too long before you get used to the unusual sensation of the hybrid’s tongue working over your fingers; it’s easy to fall asleep.

But when you wake up from your nap? Chaos.

Your shirt was askew, half your chest exposed, nipple pebbling in the cold as a neatly manicured hand rested over the meat of your breast.

The shorts you had slipped into out of the shower were still in place, but you were able to clearly feel the meat of Shouto’s erection as it rubbed against your mound, the hybrid’s hips stuttering forward as he panted above you, resting on an elbow.

He was gasping into your neck, quiet little breaths and held-back moans, trying not to wake you up.

But as soon as you got your bearings, began pushing at the hybrid, not even sure what to feel in this situation; Shouto lifted his head, blinking slowly.

“Want you to smell like me.” Is all the explanation that he offers, completely unmoving even as you get your hands underneath his chest and push.

“No-no, stop it, stop it right now Sho’.” Your voice is filled with panic, scratchy from sleep, weak.

Shouto shakes his head, buries it back into your neck as he starts licking at your skin, trying to comfort you, soothe you, calm you down. “I can’t...” But you knew what he was really saying, what was really running through his mind. I won’t.

The hybrid doesn’t settle until you’re drenched in sweat, wet and sticky from his cum as he’d pulled his cock out of his sleep shorts, came on your stomach, and thighs, and all over your shorts.

It doesn’t matter how much you squirm, how much you tell him that it’s wrong, how obviously unwanting you are of this treatment, Shouto doesn’t care.

Cum gets smeared on your face, into your hair, rubbed messily into your skin as Shouto nuzzles against you, purring as you tire from fighting him, grow limp underneath him, eyes staring blankly ahead as he violates you.

A small part of himself wants to go even further, to spread his seed into your mouth, down your throat, into your stomach. Shoot it deep into your womb, make you sticky and wet on not only the outside, but the inside too. An even worse, disgusting part of himself, a voice that Shouto refuses to listen to, gives him an urge to mark his territory in a primal, animalistic way.

Piss all over you, your belongings, until no one will come near you without smelling him.

Shouto wants you to smell like him, to smell claimed. By the time he’s done with you, it won’t matter how many showers you take - you won’t be able to rid yourself of his scent.

[ineedtherapist]

Bucci gang with shape shifter! s/o

Bruno

"Amore, Which colour you want to wear today? I think this pattern will look good on you.

Baby. Love of my life. The lettuce to my double cheeseburger with extra meat lunch.

This guy loves you. Do I really need to say anything else?

Really???

Oh well- if you insist.

Bruno cherish you with his whole heart. Being able to form a relationship with a capo regardless of knowing the repercussions of the action mean you one way or another is going to be the only person this guy will stay with.

A bit flustered when he first know your power since it's too cute to be true.

Will consult you on how he should treat you on daily basis when you're not in your human form.

BRUNO LAP IS YOUR PROPERTY NOW

He will let you sit there anytime anywhere.

The type that don't mind you moving around, climbing on his body but please avoid his hair. He'll be extremely sad if it get out of place.

Will buy a whole playhouse for you if you ask him we support soft sugar daddy Bruno in case you you got bored if he go on a long mission and can't bring you along.

He's a big cuddler, whether you're both in your human or non-human form it doesn't make much difference.

Enjoy taking care of you, brushing your fur, putting a matching colour ribbon at your tail etc.

Abbachio

"Stop doing that shit, I'm not gonna pick you up no matter how hard you try"

He doesn't mind your ability but prefer your human form more.

It's not like he hate it or anything, but you know how weird and awkward it is for him to be all lovey and shit with a cute kitty on his lap? It just doesn't suit his ✨vibe✨ at all.

Besides, cuddling you in your non-human form doesn't even come close as satisfying as when you're in your human form.

Not to mention how small you are to the point he feel he can kill you by simply holding you.

THOUGH despite all those claims, he is more than willing to do pda when you're not in your human form.

You can just be chilling in your kitten form on a casual hangout with the bucci gang at Libeccio and this mf is just going to

*pat

*rub

"LIKE BITCH YOU DON'T EVEN WANT TO BREATHE IN MY DIRECTION WHEN I'M IN YOUR-SO CALLED SATISFYING WHATEVER THE HELL THAT'S SUPPOSED TO MEAN HUMAN FORM LIKE OMG?? I KNOW YOU HATE PDA BUT WHAT IS THIS?? AIN'T THIS THE SAME THING?? 😭😭" -*cue to confused reader in officially losing it but blessed at the same time

He honestly thinks you're extremely cute in whichever one of your non-human form but he won't tell you that even if it mean he has to throw away his 15 Dollar CoverGirl Star Wars Limited Edition Colourlicious Lipstick, Purple No. 50 0.12 ounce since well... again, it doesn't match his ✨ vibe✨ stfu abba, u soft goth daddy I ain't hearing ur bs anymore

EARS.

You better let him pet it else be prepared to face the infamous goth daddy psychological war. Like no joke, if you refuse to let him pet you, he won't talk to you for the rest of the day.

In the end, you'll 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝒿𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝓍𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 somehow find yourself cuddling with him for the rest of the day, whether in your human form or non-human form, tbh it doesn't really matter anymore.

Paint your nail to match with him, he thinks it look neat and will lessen his "strong" opinion on your non-human form.

Will cuddle you if he's having a bad day and usually you can't say much about it.

Mista

"Bambino/a, do you like..lick your ass like normal cat too or something?"

It's almost a given you're going to hate Mista to a certain degree despite being his lover.

He's an amazing partner, that's that. You gotta give the man the credit he earn but this guy work on a single brain cells more often than not.

Sometimes he's just so absurd you wish he could drop dead there and then.

While others are more concern about how they should treat you in your non-human form, this man doesn't give a shit about it.

That's good in its own way.

Until... he starts to treat you like an actual pet.

Picking you up and coddling you, y'kno normal Mista PDA, nothing weird. Pretty cute and comfortable actually.

And then he starts to touch place that he shouldn't.

I refuse to elaborate this part any further

You just come back from a mission in your non-human form perfectly fine and he's gonna pick you up and bath you like a normal cat WITH cat flea shampoo saying you're going to smell and get flea if you don't.

Putting you in a cage after he read animals get heat and have mating season so you won't go around getting pregnant (??)

DRY FOOD holy fuck mista

In the end, Giorno have to explain to Mista that it doesn't work that way and he'll laugh after hearing it...

...

Honestly, you somehow know it's going to end up like this but there's nothing you can really do.

He will apologize and make it up to you tho. don't give him the easy way homies, you gotta make him beg LMFAO

Like Bruno, he doesn't really care what form you're in and a professional 24/7 cuddler.

Buy collars for you with his name on it.

Narancia

"HUH???" OMFG SO CUTE!!! RAGAZZA, THIS IS YOU,RIGHT???"

baby boy, sweetheart He absolutely loves your non-human form.

When he first found out about your ability, he go insane and start to lift you, burying his face into your fur.

This boy adore your beautiful fur and the way it feels on his face.

The type that buy a lot of toys to play with you. When you told him, it doesn't work that way, he get dissapointed but cheer up very quickly if you rub yourself at him.

Will ask you to shape shift a lot to so he can cuddle up with you.

Bring you with him all the time when he need to go outside. Ask for your consent first tho since Bruno tell him it'll be rude to do it without your permission.

LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU. Want to bath, brush your hair and tie ribbons on you. He thinks it's very romantic and he loves the feeling of taking care of you too tho please guide him. I don't think homies want to have any fur loss problems, right?

When he's feeling extremely stressful or sad he'll coddle you for a very long time.

Fascinated by how many animals you can turn into and tell you every single one of them is cute asf.

Wish he have similar ability so he can roll around and play with you :(

Doesn't mind any of your form but loves the non-human form more because he's much more bigger than you and can fully hold you in his arms.

Strawberry cat boy

"Bello/a, you really don't have to do this... Well.. Okay... but I'm telling you it's not going to be that simple"

OMG AHSJJAJA *cough I'm sorry Pd- HHHHHHhHhMMNnnngGgGg 😩😭*cough

PDA with Fugo is going to be easier with your ability. Fugo essentially hate human interaction.

He never try to hide it but he is a cat person and doesn't have problems engaging with any physical activity with them and any animal alike.

Because of that, your ability is a perfect match for him.

Fugo is very tempted by your suggestions of doing physical touch in your non-human form but oppose to it quite persistently at first mainly because at the back of his mind, he knows that you're still a person and can't shake off the uneasy feeling that he feel.

Not to mention, he feel pathetic both as your partner and a man that you have to use your ability to move your relationship forward.

At least until you force him to buried his hand in your fur. When that happens, whatever sense of egoistical that he has will fell apart completely and he'll instantly shut up.

Starting slowly and focused only at a point, it doesn't take too long for you to be laying on his lap and his hand buried in your body patting and rubbing everywhere that he know from his reading are safe and pleasant for you.

You're so small, so warm and so fluffy, sitting on his lap purring by his touch. He never thought his first affectionate touch with his s/o would be like this but he's extremely grateful to you for doing this for him.

Will buy you different type of accessories, ofc with your consent first.

He'll brush your fur on daily basis.

Curious to how many type of animal you can turn to and ask you if he could study you.

Cuddle A LOT whether in private or not. He honestly too happy to have someone to feed him of his touch-starve, he doesn't care what others want to think or say.

One of rare occasions where he won't try to stab or yell at Narancia or just anyone in particular is when you're curling up in his lap, prob sleeping and he doesn't want to wake you up.

Will kill anyone who make too much noise mista and wake you up, unless you calm him down yourself.

After some times, he himself would suggest both of you to try physical contact in your human form.

He doesn't want you to be the only one who's putting in effort in your relationship.

Surprisingly, it isn't as hard as the first time you guys try to do it back then. Fugo can't handle anything extreme yet but that's okay, you guys get a lot of time, just take one step at a time.

I love Fugo, idc.

Giogio

"I see.. So it's just a simple imitation. What an interesting power. Thank you for sharing this with me y/n. You want to get some ice cream down the street with me? My treat"

You fool. You absolute fool. How dare you question his interest about something related to his power, what he read and learn for his whole life.

oh. you dare- anyways

Giorno in general loves animal and plants. He is genuinely curious how your power works.

Will you act the same as the animal you turn into or is it just a simple imitation?

No matter which one is it, he's eager to know more about you and your ability.

One of the rare occasions where you can find him leading the conversations and asking a lot of things.

And let me tell you, to have the pleasure of seeing Giorno looking excited and talking so freely is not something that anyone have the chance to.

It's because you're his s/o he's more than comfortable to open up about his interest and tell you what's on his mind. By the end of conversation he more or less know what he should know and as for the rest he can figure it out slowly as your relationship progress.

Giorno like Bruno will ask you how he should treat you on daily basis.

The type that buy stupidly expensive and beautiful collar with your initial in it. Buy matching expensive ribbons to match it up too.

Just because you're not in your human form doesn't mean your appearance is less important.

"My lap is your property now."

He'll actually be a bit awkward when he first started touching you but doesn't take long to be accustomed to it

Loves yet nervous of how small you are on his lap.

24/7 PDA but subconsciously. You don't know how but one way or another either one of you guys are constantly touching the other.

Stressful day at work = Giorno rubbing and patting you for the rest of the day to ease himself.

Sometimes wish he have the same ability because of how comfortable you look in your non-human form.

Taking care of you, brushing your hair and the likes is a whole other type of intimacy for him, so let him do it. He enjoys it too much for his own good.

b a b y p a n d a

Trish

"AMOREE MIO! SO CUTEEE! OMG! STAY STILL! I'M TAKING YOUR PICTURE RN! We still need to try a few more clothes that I get yesterday so hang in there, m'kay?~"

I love Trish, I swear she's so cool hhshshsh

Go absolutely crazy when she know about your ability. Cuddling, coddling, hugging, rubbing, patting, you name it and she's already done every single thing.

Excessive photo time with different outfits for your non- human form which she somehow bought yesterday.

Buy wide-variety and colours of outfits for every your non-human form. Even if it seems impossible, she'll find it one way or another.

Endless cuddling sessions. The type that also doesn't really care whether you're in non-human form or human form but she found you to be extremely cute in your own way in your non-human form.

Don't touch her hair please, she's going to have a series of breakdown.

Loves to put you on top of her breasts or belly, she likes the feeling of your warm fur on that particular part of her body.

When she's struggling with her period pain, she'll ask you to shape shift and be her emotional support fluffy s/o.

She's gonna love you to death if you agree.Won't let absolutely no one touches you else they're going home with boneless arms.

[murswrites]

Fluff Alphabet ⎯  Adrian Chase

Character/Celeb: Adrian Chase / Vigilante Fandom: DCECU / Peacemaker TV MASTERLIST

A/N Thank god for this funky white boy bc my writers block seems to be gone <3

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Oh my god, literally everything. Adrian genuinely doesn’t have a type he just likes who he likes (my personal headcanon is that hes bisexual >:3)

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Honestly I think he might eventually down the road but right now he’d never want to bring a child into his life due to being Vigilante. I think he’d like a cat though

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He’s everywhere. His personality is a lot but he takes cuddling VERY seriously.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Usually quite rushed and/or simple just because of lack of time. But if he has the time he’ll cook something and bring you dinner/breakfast/etc in bed.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You’re my happy place.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Everyone on the team started poking fun at Adrian about how much he liked you. He didn’t even realize! SO what that he was kinda... nicer to you than everyone else. There was a perfectly good reason besides being completely... in love you with... DEFINITELY !

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

His hugs are REALLY soft. I mean, you have to encourage him to squeeze you, he’s just worried about breaking your back?? Idk Adrian also did think he’d never be able to walk again without his pinky toe so :shrug:

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Palm to Palm. But most of the time he doesn’t like it because his hands sweat a lot and it overwhelms him with that happens.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Goddamnit you’re SO cool.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes yes yes yes. And it is FUNNY. Adrian’s that kind of person to be like “What!? Jealous? Pfft, me? I don’t get jealous.” Then threaten to take someone’s knee caps and use them as shot glasses if they so much as LOOK in your direct. He is the definition of feral.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Adrian’s a lot to deal with, mentally, emotionally, physically. Like I mentioned with cuddling, he’s everywhere. Kissing is no different. He’s kissing your lips, cheeks, neck, arm, shoulder, basically anywhere he can reach. I’d think he did just out of pure desire and his normal shyness was squashed down because he just wanted it so badly.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Oh definitely Adrian. He’s your classic motor mouth and 9/10 of the things he says,  he means! And he also meant it when he said he loved you because the spaghetti you made was (and I quote) “To fucking die for.”

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Honestly it’s hard for him to pick. But I think any moments when you’re not both rushing. Anytime it’s just. pure domestic bliss, that’s his favorite.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

I think he’d like to but it’s just not realistic. I feel like he’d save up for big holidays (birthdays, winter holidays, valentines, etc) so get nice things.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Ironically teal... I think that’d make him like his suit more than he already does.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He doesn’t really have any that he doesn’t use for everyone else? In my opinion, while you’re dating, Adrian still sees you as his best friend and calls you thinks like, dude, man, buddy, etc. But some he uses just for you would be thinks like sweetheart or a nickname.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Board games. This man. My god. His collection is So extensive. You’re pretty sure he owns every board game released before 2010 in the world.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

The usual, crime fighting doesn’t stop for no rain, baby.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He doesn’t pick things like that up without being told there is something wrong and honestly some people appreciate him being normal than trying to aid them.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

All of his interests, his brain moves like a mile a minute (it’s the ADHD) and moves from one thing to the next to something completely unrelated (to you)

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Adrian doesn’t really... shut off? He’s kind of always going? But as soon as his face hits the pillow that man is GONE

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

His fighting skills. He’s kinda egotistical when he’s Vigilante and doesn’t ever shut up about how good of a crime fighter he is.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

I think it’d be similar to how he says he loves you, in a moment where he feels completely enamoured by you. He’s honestly just be like, “Hey? Wanna get married?”

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

I think canonically “Barbie Girl” by Aqua, but if I were to think... literally? “I Can’t Handle Change” by Roar. For you and Adrian: “I Hate Everyone but You” by Elita

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yea <3 He’s a loverboy at heart

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A black cat 100% no questions asked. With a teal collar and a bell, I think he’d name it “Loki” or something similar because in my head the Marvel Universe IS just comics in their universe so : )

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