#we just gonna hide that like it's in the litter box

[hellfireeddiemunson]

my cat is acting like. super duper weird and lethargic and i’m freaking out a bit but i literally have nothing i can do besides what i’m already doing

[buckyalpine]

Spicy Snacks

Bucky x reader, Steve 

Warnings: 2 high super soldiers who get into your stash of spicy snacks, fluffff 

“Dear god” 

You weren’t sure what it was you were going to walk into when you heard a ruckus in the kitchen but it was everything but this. Literally anything. The last time you’d seen such a mess was when Peter thought it’d be a good idea to babysit Morgan alone. Even that was salvageable. You should’ve known how bad it would be, given the trail of crumbs you followed from your drawer to the kitchen, but still. 

This was something else...

There were snacks strewn about left, right and center. Bags of chips and candy littering every inch of the counter tops. 

But what truly topped it all were the two massive super soldiers sitting cross cross apple sauce on top of the kitchen island, giggling like school children with their hands, literally in the cookie jar. 

“Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar” Steve sang to himself while stuffing a chocolate chip one into his mouth, practically swallowing it whole. 

“Steve stole the cookie from the cookie jar” Bucky snickered, taking the jar for himself and scarfing them down two at a time. 

“Who me?”

“Yes you!”

“Not me!”

“Then who?” 

“What are you two idiots doing” Your voice broke them away from their nursery rhyme, staring at your boyfriend first before turning to his bestfriend, the both of them trying to hide the jar behind their backs. 

“Nothing’ y/n” Steve gave you a dopey grin, his baby blue eyes glazed like donuts, snickering at his bestfriend attempting to stab an apple juice box with the straw.

“S’too hard!!” Bucky whined, sticking his tongue out in concentration, eyes wide, trying to get his straw in to no avail, looking back up to you for help. He gave you his most innocent puppy pout hoping you’d help him, sticking his hands out for you to take his juice. 

“Bucky get down” You huffed, trying to hide your smile when he clambered down like an admonished child with his head hung. You rolled your eyes, pushing the straw and giving it back to him, shaking your head at the grin he gave you, whispering a shy thank you. 

“Ooooooo you like herrrrrr” Steve howled, now kicking his feet, letting them hang off the counter while Bucky blushed, peeking at you through his lashes. “BUCKY HAS A CRUSH” 

“Nooooo” He drawled out, taking a long sip from his juice box. 

“We’ve been dating for 2 years you dork” You watched his cheeks redden more, which only made him more adorable but you weren’t sure how much more nonsense was going to ensue when the both of them were higher than kites. 

“She’s my girlfriend” Bucky giggled at the last word, now struggling with a new box while Steve’s eyes lit up, a classic God awful captain America plan had bean to manifest itself. He slipped off the counter, the effects of the gummies and whatever else he’d swallowed had knocked his agility off its rockers; he moved with the grace of a donkey. 

“Where are you going” you stopped him before he could sneak off, your boyfriend looking equally guilty. 

“Noooowhere” Steve shrugged but you gave him a pointed look while Bucky flailed his hands, hoping to silently communicate they were not about to do something idiotic. 

“Sit down. Finish your snacks and then you both need to go take a nap” You felt like you were talking to toddlers, not bothering to add they had to clean their mess because you were sure that would only end in more chaos. 

“But we were gonna go flying with Sam’s wings!” 

“I can’t believe I’m saying this” You muttered to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose before speaking again, “No. You can’t just go take Sam’s wings and go flying. Now finish your juice boxes and go to bed” 

“NOOOO” Steve jumped onto Bucky, wrapping his long legs around his waist, holding onto him like a massive koala, giving you his best puppy eyes, matching his equally ridiculous best friend. “WE DON’T WANNA GO TO BED” 

“Boys....”

“Please???” Bucky pouted effortlessly holding the captain up while your face scrunched up, mentally face palming yourself.

“No. No, you cannot go flying! You’ll end up hurting yourself or breaking the wings or- for fucks sake what are you doing?!” You gawked; Steve and Bucky had stopped listening many moons ago. They were back to rummaging for food, a stray sour patch kid falling to the floor. 

“5 second rule” Bucky shrugged, bending over to pick it up, not seeing the smirk that crossed his bestfriends face. 

“Chubby dumpling” Steve whispered, giving Bucky’s ass a poke, making him yelp. Bucky stared at him like a deer in headlights while Steve cackled to himself, tossing back another packet of nerds into his mouth. You were to engrossed at the scene in front of you to notice Tony walk in, his face equally perplexed at yours. 

“What it God’s name” Tony stared at the chaos that was taking place with you in the middle, “Do I even want to ask?”

“They got into my stash of....snacks...” You smirked while Tony cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate. 

“Snacks, y/n? Really?”

“...Spicy snacks”

“Who would’ve thought this would be their downfall” He mused beside you “Oh-I think clothes are coming off-oh fuck” Tony ducked while Steve's shirt flew above his head, eyes growing wide when a pair of jeans followed.

“It’s so hot!!” Steve huffed, star fishing on the cool tile floor, arms and legs splayed out to the sides. “Soooo hottttt, n’I’m sleepy now” He yawned, stretching out like a cat before closing his eyes, a sugar crash sneaking up on them.  

“Okay, someone call for this ones bromantic partner to figure this out” Tony covered his eyes while calling for Sam, hoping to get Steve into some clothes before hauling him back to his room. “Y/n, I’m assuming you got terminator covered?” 

“Yeah, I- Oh no” you were met with your boyfriends Henley, followed by his joggers, landing on your head, squealing when you found yourself hanging off his shoulder seconds later. 

“Buck, where are we going?!” He mumbled something while making his way to the elevator in just his boxer briefs. 

“S’nap time” he mumbled sleepily, trudging with you to the bedroom and plopping down on top of you, using your chest as a pillow. “wan cuddles” 

“Mhm, then you get cuddles, baby boy” you giggled, carding your fingers through his hair, unable to stop smiling from how ridiculously adorable he was. He let out a content sigh, softly snoring moments later. You bit you lip to keep your laughs down, hearing the commotion outside your room in the hallway. 

“Steve, you need to put on pants”

“Pants are for the WEAK”

“No-Steve NO!-don’t take off your-for fucks sake” 

“THIS IS AMERICAS ASS”

“That’s America’s cock and balls” 

“Please, for the love of God, go to your room” 

“I’M GOING TO MAKE A TIKTOK” 

“Steve no”

“Steve yes”

“STEVE” 

“What’s the live feature” 

*Sounds of Steve shrieking and then a thump with continued muffled pouting*

“You’re never eating spicy anything again” 

[e-m-ma-lmfao]

Ruin My Reputation

pairing : cooper howard (the ghoul) x (fem) reader

summary : he’s soft for you

warnings : blood, drug use kinda, talk of shooting

a/n : just something short and sweet so the fallout brainrot subsides.

“You know damn well I hate when you show up like this.” You let your medical supplies clatter onto the table where the ghoul sits, waiting like a hurt dog. Eyes awfully resemblant of the animal.

It’s likely that the only reason he’s here, looking this run down, is cause he’s got no vials left. If you knew better, you’d hide yours. Or better yet, get rid of them all together.

“Now c’mon darlin’,” he pauses to sputter out a cough and take a deep breath, “I thought you loved seeing me.” Shakily, he grabs his hat off his head and places it on the table.

“I love you a whole lot more when I don’t have to worry about you showing up at my doorstep on the brink of death you old..” Your words trail off and whatever insult you were ready to throw at him is taken away by the stream of air you let slip past your lips.

“I told you to quit your worryin’, I ain’t gonna die on ‘ya.”

“Oh yeah? And what do you suppose it is you’re doing right now?”

“Well if you’d quit your yappin’ and get to fixin’ I’d be doing a whole lot better, wouldn’t I?” He offers an unwelcome smile, which disappears when he winces in his pain. You hand him a vial of his favorite yellow liquid before you get to unbuttoning his shirt. After downing the vial he opens his mouth again but you're quick to cast your eyes his way.

“Looks like I didn’t need your medical attention after all, huh? ‘S a damn shame.”

“Mhm, waste of my time. Well then, I’ll cut right to it, thought I told ‘ya not to come around anymore after the last time.” Your voice trails off as you disappear to the back room to grab him a shirt that isn’t littered with holes and dirt and a shit ton of blood. Most of which probably isn't even his. And he follows behind, limping, like he’s in a trance and can’t help himself.

You hear a grunt from the other room as you rummage through a small storage box of his discarded things. Anything he left over the months he had been making himself a frequent quest in your home was in this box. You wanted to burn it. All of it. Use those little bottles of yellow liquid as a fire starter and make him watch while you did it. But anytime you tried, you couldn’t actually bring yourself to part with the tiny symbols of his presence.

“We both know you didn’t mean that,” he appears in the doorway behind you, blocking your exit, “besides I always come to my girl for help when things get rough. She's got all the good chems.”

You throw the shirt into his arms, a bit harder than intended, but he catches it with the reflexes of a man who kills for a living. Because, well, he does. You’re not sure why but every comment is making you angrier about him being there. A chem stash, huh? That’s all he thought of you?

“I wish you wouldn’t. I ain’t got time to sit around and tend to you, wait for you to get all better and leave again.”

The shirt now hangs on his body loosely, buttons open, “Now what’s got you so sour tonight. Usually you're a lot kinder to little ol’ me.” He leans against the doorframe

“Maybe the fact that I’ve got a half dead cowboy making himself comfy in my home every two weeks doesn’t sit well with me. You ever think about that before you kick your dirty boots off on my carpet?” You pause to stare at him with a raised eyebrow, “Oh, which reminds me, you owe me a new carpet.”

“What’re you talking about, woman?”

“You got blood on my carpet.”

“It was already covered in blood and dirt anyway!”

“Well, you got more on it. I liked how it was. So now you owe me a new one.”

“Are you hearing yourself? Where would you like me to go for said carpet? Anything I find you is gonna look exactly the same as the one already sitting on your goddamn floor!” He moves in slowly, cautiously like he’s practiced the art a million times. “Now I know you’re not worried about that piece of fabric out there. What is the problem?”

He swoops in close, close enough to wrap his arms around your waist with his hands clasped together at the dip in your back. You don’t push him away, though you want to. Although, all you think about is how your gun is sitting merely 5 inches away on the end table beside you. You could shoot him, if you wanted. But you probably won't.

Cooper’s eyes find your avoidant ones, the rough pads of his fingers grabbing at your chin to make you look at him. He’d never raise his full hand to you, smart man. God knows you’d think he was moving in to slap you, and his hand would be gone before he could yell ‘yeehaw’.

“You know damn well that I worry about you Coop.” Your arm finds his forearm, tugging his hand away from your face, “I just want you to stay for once, so I won't have to worry about you dying in the middle of the wasteland somewhere.” His hands find the dip in your back again, running along your skin until they rest on your hips.

“Hey now, you know I can’t stay, I got business to take care of out there.”

“Yeah, it’s always business. Always. Well you know what, so do I. So go on and get ‘fore I shoot yer sorry ass.” You step away from him, pushing him out of your way but his hands are quick to find your hips again and pull you back to him. Works like magnets.

“Now you're just being dramatic.. Alright alright, if you ask me nicely I’ll stay for a little longer than usual.”

You stare at him, eyebrows flexed in annoyance but the rest of your face has seemingly cooled down. You don’t need to say anything, he’s already agreed. He looks down at you with a soft smirk, thumbs rubbing into your hip bones.

“You are the easiest woman to please in the whole wasteland.” You feel your eyebrows relax as one of his hands reaches up to cup your cheek in his rough palm. His lips part, gazing at you with deep adoration.

“Think you’re making me go soft darlin’, gonna ruin my damn reputation.”

[blixssily]

"you've got to be kitten me"

| you've brought home a lonely kitten that looks just like them... how do they react?

| gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader separated!!!

˓ ꒱ notes and disclaimers: reader is gender neutral

˓ ꒱ authors notes: i wanted to try writing for jjk!!! i have a geto wip atm so here's this so i don't go on a month long hiatus. apologies for suguru's part being so short i didn't really know how to not make it similar to satoru's :( also please tell me someone got the joke in the title

| gojo satoru *◞

the moment he opens the door to your shared apartment, he notices somethings up. you're sitting on the sofa, legs huddled to your chest as you look up at him. "hey you're back! how's your day been?" he noticed the slight shiver in your voice, the way your hands are dusting off whatever it is on your shirt.

"it's alright, could've been better if you were with me." he pouts, huffing as he plops on the sofa beside you. "what's up with you? everything ok?" he questions, a little teasing smile on his lips. "do you have constipation from how much you missed me while i was gone?" he laughs as you punch his shoulder, glaring at his stupid (good looking) face as he dramatically flops onto the other side of the sofa. "everything's fine, just ran into something... interesting today." if by interesting you meant meeting a poor abandoned kitten on the side walk then yes. it was interesting.

"oh? what was it?" he says, attempting to push his cold ass feet onto yours. "you're sleeping here tonight if you carry on like this." and he immediately retracts his toes, not without his signature pout on his face. "whats with the white stuff on your shirt?" he finally asks, he's noticed it as soon as he sat down beside me but he didn't want to spring the sudden question on you.

"okay, do you promise not to get mad at me?" that surely earned his attention. he sits up and tilts his head (like the cat you have that's inside your shared bedroom..) "why would i be? how could i ever be mad at this face??" he teases you as his hands cup your face, squishing your cheeks together. "i'm gonna kill you." you glare at him, whining as you try to escape from him. as you're almost about to kick your boyfriend, you both hear a certain meoooooow coming from your shared bedroom. "oh? is that what you were trying to hide?" and as soon as he was on you, he's off skipping towards the room. "satoru wait!!" you rush after him, you know he doesn't have any ill intentions but you're scared he might scare the poor kitten.

"how could you not tell me about this?!" you find him at the entrance to your room, you can tell he's smiling no matter how much his hands try to cover his face. the cat you found on the side wall while walking home today was sitting on your shared bed, specifically on satoru's side. "yea.. i couldn't just leave it out there. plus it even looks like you." he scoffs at the comparison, sure he and the cat shared the same white hair/fur but that doesn't mean anything! "aww so you thought of me?" he coos as you scoff at him, you both walk over to the little feline that's sitting on the bed. "i think it likes me, it's sitting on my side of the bed." he sticks his tongue out at you as you roll your eyes, yeah you wish.

he lets the kitten sniff his hand, your heart warms at the scene in front of you. pearly blue eyes peering into your partner's as it decides to nudge satoru's hand. "do you have a name in mind for them?" he asks you, hand busy stroking the kitten's head. "not at the moment, we still need to buy a litter box and food if we actually do decide to keep them." you sigh, thinking about the responsibilities of owning a feline. "it's okay, we'll work it out. how could you resist this face anyways?" you turn to your boyfriend who's holding the kitten up to look you straight in the eye.

"you two look identical." you laugh giving a kiss to satoru's forehead as you pet the newest addition to your humble home.

| geto suguru *◞

you swear you had no other choice but to take it in, the small little black kitten that's huddled on your lap right now. what else were you supposed to do with golden eyes piercing right through your very being?? (reminding you of a certain someone) you use a slightly damp cloth to clean the kitten's eyes up, making sure to softly rub it under its eyes. "i know i know, i wouldn't like this either if i were you." you tried comforting the poor thing, small whines slowly dying down as you stroke its head.

the little black ball of fur in your lap reminded you of your boyfriend. how you'd offer to help comb through his hair whenever he got frustrated with detangling it. you'd have to coo at suguru too to get him to stop his whining about how you were pulling too hard. just as you were about to put the damp cloth away, you heard your front door creak open. "oh shit shit shit shit shit. why is he home now???" you spend your first 5 seconds of shock looking at the door and the kitten that's currently on your shared bed.

"shh shh it's okay." you try your best to calm the kitten down before suguru can hear the meowing. honestly you don't even know why you're panicking but you feel like a child that's about to be scolded by their mother for bringing something into the house that they told you not to. you laugh a little at the thought of suguru being a mother.

"darling? you okay?" you can hear the very slight worry in his voice when you didn't respond to his 'hey i'm back' when he entered the door. "i'm in here!" you shout, trying your best to sweep off all the black fur that's made its way onto your shared bed. you've hidden the kitten (not really well....) inside the bathroom that's connected to your bedroom, you pray the kitten doesn't make its way to the frosted door that led inside it. "what's up?" he asks, looking around the bedroom as he stepped inside. "nothing! everything's fine, how was your day?" the unimpressed raise of suguru's eyebrow giggle nervously.

"what's that?" he turns his head towards the frosted door to your bathroom, the black silhouette of a kitten looks back at him. "well you see, it was a funny story.." you chuckle as you open the door. you start laughing a little when you see his eyes widen at the sight in front of him.

a kitten with jet black fur with glowing yellow eyes. he tilts his head a little and the kitten seems to follow along with him. he laughs a little at this. "looks just like me. where did you find them?" he ask, crouching down and extending his hand out to the feline.

"i found them at the park, well they kinda found me since they kept following me around until i reached the house." you confessed as you crouched down too, stroking the kitten's head as a way to encourage it to make its way to your boyfriend. you smile as the little black ball of fur sat right in front of suguru. the corners of suguru's mouth loosely tug upwards, his large hand gently petting the kitten in front of him.

you sit next to him, his arm wraps around your frame, pulling you closer. he kisses you softly, nuzzling his head into your neck. the kitten in front of you seemed to get the message, crawling cautiously into your lap.

guess you've got another cat to take care of now..

notes and reblogs are heavily appreciated !!

[7s3ven]

BUY ME PRESENTS. harry potter

( master list )

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N’s situationship, Matteo Riddle, isn’t the best boyfriend material and when he forgets to buy her a Christmas present, she finally breaks it off. Luckily, she knows someone who’ll do everything Matteo didn’t.

“Some guys get the girl everybody wants and forget she’s still the girl everybody wants.”

MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS! - 25/12/2023

Warning: Matteo and Y/N kinda swear a lot, oh well

“It's a packed holiday and I got options, babe. If you don't wanna buy me presents. Drink me like a warm glass of milk

If you're not gonna race here from the North Pole to Beverly Hills. Just to keep my stocking filled. Well, I know somebody who will.”

—

Christmas and winter was a big deal at Hogwarts. Long strings of tinsel littered the stone hallways and shiny, delicate ornaments were hung up everywhere.

A H/C-haired girl rocked back and forth on her heels as she waited outside the Slytherin common room. She sighed, clicking her tongue. “What’s taking him so long?” She whispered under her breath.

Matteo was usually one to be late, but not on important days. Today was Christmas for goodness sake, Y/N’s favorite holiday.

Finally, the door to the common room slid open and Matteo walked out. His white shirt was messily tucked into his pants and the top few buttons were undone, irking Y/N who always looked perfect.

“Yo, Clarisse said you wanted to talk to me. Shoot.” Matteo shoved his hands into his pockets while Y/N lightly scoffed.

“Did you forget what day it is?” She questioned, arching an eyebrow. If the present in her hand didn’t give it away then she didn’t know what else would.

“Monday?”

“It’s Christmas, Matteo.” Y/N uttered, “Does that jog your memory?”

“Oh, yeah. I just woke up so I’m still dazed.”

Y/N could smell the cigarette smoke in his breath. “Or stoned. Why are you still smoking? You know how I hate it.”

Matteo carelessly shrugged. “It relieves stress, babe. I am quitting. Just give me like, two more months and I’ll be done.”

Y/N bit back a snarky retort. He always said he was quitting but he never actually did. “Well, anyway, I got you a gift. Merry Christmas, Matt.” She held the box up, smiling.

Matteo slowly took it. He opened the lid, his eyebrows raising at what was inside. “You got me… something from Vivienne Westwood?” It was clear that Matteo wasn’t as rich as his Slytherin friends were. With no parents or caretaker, all he could do was leech off people.

“It’s a lighter. You never light the candles in your room, which is… weird because that’s what they’re for. But, I guess you can use it to light cigars too. I also overheard Draco complaining about how he doesn’t have that but wants it. You can fit in with your friends with it.” Y/N shrugged.

“Jeez. This must’ve cost a lot.” Matteo held the lighter in his hand, whistling at how it shined. “Fucking hell.”

“Hey, Matty, we’re gonna open presents. You joining us?” A slim blond girl peeked her head out of the common room, grinning. “I got you a real good present this time.”

“You’re too sweet, Lina. I’ll be in a minute. I think you’ll like your present too.” Matteo chuckled before he glanced back at Y/N. “What are you still doing here?”

“What? No present for me?” Y/N said it in a joking manner to hide the pit she felt in her stomach.

“Why would I get you something?”

Y/N lightly scoffed. “I don’t know, Matteo. Maybe because we’ve been seeing each other for the past year?”

“Hey. We haven’t been seeing each other. I just find you when I want a good fuck. Know your place, Y/N. It’s not like we’re dating.”

Y/N sharply clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Right.” She sarcastically smiled, “What was I thinking? My place is obviously to be at your beck and call. My apologies for the mixup. Have a good day, Matteo.”

Y/N spun around, walking away. She heard Matteo laugh in disbelief and one part of her wished he would run after her and hand her a gift. He didn’t. He strutted back into the Slytherin chamber and back to those insufferable girls.

Y/N sat on the stairs amongst the green, red, and white decorations, staring at the ground. She was clad in a short black and white fur blazer and a skirt. Fleece leggings lined her legs, keeping her warm, and she had her Ravenclaw scarf wrapped around her neck.

She lightly sniffled, playing with a silver bracelet her friend had given to her as an early present. She wasn’t too sure what she was upset about right now.

Perhaps it was because she was lonely in the Ravenclaw common room. Everybody was gone, not even her study partner had stayed behind this year. Or maybe it was because of a certain brown-haired boy who was as heartless and oblivious as always.

It was most likely the latter.

Y/N wanted to feel happy, especially since today was Christmas, a holiday she enjoyed a little too much. But with no friends to laugh with, no family to return to, and not even a boy to sit next to the fire with, she felt sad.

“Are you actually crying?”

Y/N hadn’t even noticed Matteo approach her until it was too late. At least he had thought twice before leaving her alone.

He stood in front of her, fiddling with the multiple rings that adorned his long fingers. “Seriously, Y/N? Just because I didn’t get you a Christmas gift?”

Y/N glared up at him. “Can you try being nice for one second? Who knows, you might like it.” Throughout the whole year, Matteo and Y/N had something going on. They were never in a confirmed relationship but they weren’t merely friends either.

Though, in the past few months, the two couldn’t seem to stop bantering.

“Look, I’ll get you a gift tomorrow. Happy?”

Y/N quietly scoffed as she stood up. “No. You always forget things like these, Matteo. It’s getting annoying.” Y/N turned around to walk up the stairs but she barely took two steps before Matteo grabbed her wrist.

“Where are you going? I thought we were going to spend Christmas together.”

Y/N tauntingly raised an eyebrow at Matteo. “You were giving me the silent treatment up until now. I had to bribe that girl, Clair or whatever her name was, to let me see you.”

“Her name is Clarisse.” Matteo corrected her.

Y/N stared at him, wondering how he thought it was a good time to correct her. “What? I’m trying to make a point here and you’re concerned about her name? Unbelievable. Maybe I should find some people who actually enjoy my presence.”

Matteo sneered. “So, what? You just gonna go back to that Potter boy? You’re leading him on, Y/N. We both know your heart belongs to me.”

“Belonged.” Y/N corrected him, “Past tense. This thing we have between us is done. I’m not going to be a stupid late night call for you anymore.” She forced Matteo to let go of her and walked away, ignoring his shouts that echoed around the corridors.

“I taught you everything! I taught you how to stand up for yourself! I made you popular! I practically created you from nothing!” Matteo angrily exclaimed at the bottom of the steps. “You can’t leave me!”

Y/N glanced over her shoulder at the enraged brunette. She smiled. “Watch me.”

The last thing Y/N heard Matteo say was when he furiously shouted her name, his booming voice showcasing his fiery rage.

Y/N knocked against the Gryffindor painting, sighing. The Fat Lady seemed to notice her mood.

“What happened this time?” She asked. Matteo and Y/N were no secret; they were the talk of the school with Matteo being Voldemort’s son and Y/N’s cousin being a death-eater. A year ago, it was even rumoured she was one herself.

Y/N stared up at the Fat Lady with teary eyes. “Matteo. I… broke it off with me.”

“Oh, honey, I know it may not seem like it now, but it was the right decision.”

Y/N softly smiled. “I know… I know.”

“Are you here to see the Potter boy?”

“Yes. Is he here?” Y/N wasn’t even sure if Harry was at Hogwarts. During second year, he had gone to stay with Ron.

“Of course. And the Weasley boy and the Granger girl. They’re all here.” The Fat Lady swung backwards, smiling, “Go on, dear.”

Y/N stepped into the Gryffindor common room, looking around. “Harry? Hello? Anybody here?” The room was empty. Y/N glanced over at the crackling fire and went to sit beside it, warning her cold hands.

She quietly clicked her tongue, staring at the blazing flames.

“Y/N?” Hermione questioned, walking up behind the H/C-nette, “What’s wrong?” Y/N quickly stood up, embracing her brown-haired friend into a tight hug.

“I did it.” She whispered, “I ended things with Matt- I mean, Riddle.”

“Oh… Are you feeling okay?” Hermione gently sat Y/N down on the couch, rubbing comforting circles into her back. “Do you want anything? Any water or food?”

Y/N stared at her hands. “Is… Harry here?”

“Yeah. I’ll get him.” Hermione stood up and went to fetch the boy. “She and Matteo broke things off.” She whispered in Harry’s ear, which sent a rush of excitement through the brunette. He never did like Matteo after all. He was a playboy to put it simply. Not only that, but for the longest time Harry had liked Y/N.

Matteo didn’t appreciate her but Harry did. He could treat her better than Matteo ever could.

“Hermione told me what happened. Are you okay?” Harry sat down beside Y/N, holding a neatly wrapped present. He heard Y/N heave a sigh.

“I think… I mean, obviously I’m a little sad but it feels good knowing I won’t have to deal with his annoying ass again.” Y/N uttered, eliciting a small amused chuckle out of Harry.

“Yeah… I got you something, by the way.” Harry handed the gift over to Y/N with shaking hands.

“Oh… that’s sweet. You didn’t have to.” She smiled, carefully unwrapping the present.

“I wanted to… you said that was your favorite book so I bought you the limited edition cover one… with a bit more.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in confusion as Harry. She slowly opened the novel to a page tabbed with a (favorite color) sticker note.

Merry Christmas, Y/N. Thank you for being such a loyal fan throughout my career.

- Your favorite author

Underneath the short message was the writer’s signature as well as a polaroid picture of Harry and the author.

“Oh my gosh… how did you… what…” Y/N was at a loss for words as she turned to Harry and tightly hugged him. “I don’t have a present for you… I’m sorry.”

Harry smiled as Y/N pulled away. “It’s fine. Having you here makes up for it.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N furrowed her brows, “I can buy you something tomorrow. Or I’m sure I have a have a golden snitch lying around here somewhere.” Y/N pulled a snitch from out of her pocket, “Remember this, Harry? You almost choked to death on it in your first game.”

“What the… how did you…” Harry was as flabbergasted as Y/N now. She laughed, handing it over to him.

“Well, after you almost swallowed it, nobody really wanted to play with it anymore. So I asked Wood to get it for me. We spent a good time cleaning it.”

Harry chuckled, staring at the small golden ball in awe. “That’s… amazing. Jeez. Riddle really doesn’t deserve you.”

Y/N’s shoulders visibly shrunk at the mentioning of the brunette’s name.

“Oh…” Harry instantly noticed, “Sorry, too soon?”

Y/N silently shook her head. “No… I’m fine…” She turned her head, beaming at Harry with a smile that made him melt. “You’re right, he didn’t deserve me. Thank you for the book, Harry. It’s wonderful.”

She embraced him once again and Harry could feel his cheeks heat up at the contact. There was a small jingle and as Y/N lifted her head, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Mistletoe floated above the pair, jingling as if to remind the two it was there. Harry gazed over Y/N’s shoulder at Ron, who held his wand in one hand and was giving Harry a thumbs up with the other.

“It’d be rude to defy the rules of Christmas, especially with how much you love it.” Harry uttered.

Y/N laughed again. “I suppose so.”

“You don’t have to kiss me for real. You can kiss me on the cheek or something or”- Harry was cut off when Y/N grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward and kissing him.

Harry was the complete opposite of Matteo. The Slytherin boy was rough and uncaring while Harry was soft and gentle. The brunette with glasses carefully grasped Y/N’s hands, squeezing them tightly.

“I don’t know if this is too soon, Y/N.” Harry said as he pulled away slightly. “But, I like you. I’ve liked you for ages. Ever since first year. And the only reason I didn’t like Riddle was because I hated how he had managed to attract your attention. I think you’re wonderful and you shouldn’t be stuck with someone like Riddle. You don’t have to give me your answer now… but just consider it.”

Y/N gazed at Harry, her heart doing flips in her chest. This was a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time. She shyly adverted her eyes. “I… I don’t know what to say Harry. I think I like you too… but I feel like it’s too soon.”

“I don’t mind waiting. I just need you to know that I’m willing to race here from the North Pole to Beverly Hills. Just to keep your stocking filled.”

Y/N giggled. “That’s cute, Harry.” She leaned forward, pressing another chaste kiss to his lips. “Merry Christmas, Harry.”

START OF TERM (BONUS)…

“What the fuck, asshole?!” Matteo’s loud shout caused the Great Hall to fall into silence. They all watched as he stormed towards the Gryffindor table, slamming his hands in front of Harry. “You kissed my girl!” He exclaimed.

Y/N turned her head, staring at Matteo with furrowed eyebrows.

“What’s going on?” Her friend tugged on her sleeve.

“I’m… not sure.” Y/N replied, craning to get a better look.

“What are you talking about, Riddle?” Harry asked, confused.

“You know who the fuck I’m talking about! Y/N fucking L/N! You kissed her!” Matteo was getting angrier by the second.

“Hey, dude, relax.” Lorenzo grabbed Matteo by the shoulders, forcing him out of the Great Hall. The rest of his friend group followed.

Y/N sighed, standing up. “I’m going to talk to Matteo.” She announced.

“What? Are you crazy?” Her friend tried to get Y/N to sit back down again.

“He deserves an explanation… and I also want to make it clear that we’re no longer a thing.” Y/N followed after the Slytherin gang and jogged to walk beside Pansy, who was lagging behind.

“What’s gotten into him?” Y/N questioned Pansy, who seemed to like her the best out of all the girls Matteo hooked up with.

“I don’t know.” Pansy sighed, “He just started acting mental after he found out you and Potter were going out. But, he doesn’t really deserve to be mad when it’s his fault.”

“Matt, dude, what’s gotten into you?” Theodore asked as Matteo silently seethed.

“I fucking hate Potter.” He uttered through gritted teeth. He looked up, spotting Y/N. Instantly, the fire in his eyes disappeared.

“Riddle.” Y/N greeted him calmly, nodding her head in acknowledgment. “There seems to be a misunderstanding.”

“Why did you kiss Potter?” Matteo demanded, clenching his hands into fists.

“Why can’t I? I’m free to do whatever I want. After all, it’s not like we’re dating, right? You said it yourself.”

Matteo angrily exhaled.

“Besides, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me, Matteo?” Y/N taunted. “Like you said last year because you didn’t want to commit to someone? Instead of committing to a girl, you would rather kill her?”

“It was a joke!”

“Jokes are supposed to be funny! Fuck you, Matteo! You piece of shit!”

Matteo, in a surge of rage, grabbed Y/N by the collar. Lorenzo stepped forward to interrupt the situation, but Harry beat him to it.

“Don’t touch her.” Harry glowered at Matteo as he pulled Y/N away from his grasp. “You made your choice. Deal with it because it’s your fault you lost Y/N in the first place.”

Y/N sighed, brushing the wrinkles out of her blouse. “I hope we can talk again under better circumstances, Riddle. Good day.”

Y/N walked off and Harry followed close behind.

“How good did that feel?” He questioned, grinning.

“It felt amazing!” Y/N grinned, “I can’t believe I just sweared at the Matteo Riddle and got away with it.”

“So, what do you say we have some fruitcakes and figgy pudding to celebrate?” Harry slung an arm around Y/N’s shoulder while she playfully scoffed.

“It’s January, Harry.”

“Yeah? So? It’s never too early to celebrate Christmas.”

[luciddreamingcrow]

Genshin characters reaction to you bringing a cat home

A/n: I'm not even gonna try to apologize for vanishing out of the earths surface for about 4 months but because today is my blog's first birthday I'm finally writing this fanfiction idea that I had sence I started this blog, caroce enjoy it my beloveds 😙

Characters included: Diluc, Kaveh, Kokomi, Shenhe

Cw: not proofread, we die like Dilucs dad, and mentions of homicidal thoughts in shenhes part

✦Diluc✦

Ok so the moment he saw a tiny kitten loafed in the sofa near the fire place, he knew it was you that brought it in

And you convinced him to let the little guy stay until winter was over because it was freezing outside and would have little chance at survival

Diluc after some convincing agreed to let him stay, but he said that 'the moment spring comes and it's warm outside the cat is going out'

Little did he know that during the little time that the cat was staying in your guys mantion he slowly fell in love with it

And it was just the littlest of things, like the time the little kitten hopped into your guys bed and snuggled itself in-between you and Diluc while cuddling

Or the time it was colder in the house so the kitten got on Dilucs lap and proceeded to purr and make biscuits on his lap because he has a pyro vision and his body runs warmer

And when spring came and it was warm, Diluc didn't forget his promise but he didn't have the heart to do anything so he just let the kitten be

And if you would bring it up to him that sadly it's time to let the kitten go, he'd just pull up excuses like 'oh but the weather is still not that stable yet and it can get cold again really quickly' or something like that

And then little did you know now the cat has been staying with you guys for about a year and now Diluc doesn't dare to let go of your guys cat and loves it with all of his heart

And the best part is that the cat now catches all of the mice and rats that hide around the winery

And one of Dilucs favourite things is watching the cat run around the grape yard and catching crystal fly and bringing them to Diluc as presents

✦Kaveh✦

(For the sake of this fanfic he moved in to your house)

Ok so, similar to Diluc, the first time he saw the kitten it was on the sofa curled up and peacefully sleeping

And after that little guy approached him to give Kaveh a little bump on his leg because he wanted scratches, Kaveh fell in love with it

Yes the two of you would have to work harder to be able to afford the kittens litter box, cat food, toys ect but he didn't mind because it was for his son (yes he calls the cat his son)

This mf WILL get jealous of the cat chooses to cuddle with you rather than him and be sarcastically dramatic about it

Once when he was working on a project the kitten managed to get on too of his shoulder and started playing with the feather that Kaveh has on his head, and whenever the cat is on tall pleases and Kaveh is near the cat WILL try and get that feather from his head to play with

It doesn't matter if that cat has be best toys in the world, Kavehs feather is the superior toy for the cat to play with

✦Kokomi✦

At first she saw them in her secret place where she'd take time to gain energy back, and didn't think you were the one that brought them here but she let them be because they didn't bother her and honestly their presence calmed her down

After a week she brought you in to her secret place to show you the two cats that made a home there and you had to confess to her that you were the one that brought them there

After some talking, you two agreed that the cats can stay but only on this secret place where no one knows

Of course the two cats had the freedom to go to explore watatsumi island but they mostly stuck to exploring the village and sleeping in Kokomis comfort place

Kokomi quickly began to love those cats and loved seeing them play with each other, she would spawn little water fish for the cats to chase around

OMG imagine if Kokomi would summon her jelly fish for the cats to play with

Also Kokomi def gains energy from hanging out with the cats whenever you are not around but one of her favourite things is you two playing with the cats or cuddling while reading and the cats sleeping on top of you two

✦Shenhe✦

To be honest, you didn't know how she'd react to you bringing a pet on the house, but she didn't really mind

But the longer time she and the cat have spent together she became more calm, yes she's calm most of the time but she didn't have as many homicidal thoughts as before

She found out that, that was a great method to calming her down and distracting her from those thoughts and now whenever you are hanging out with eachother she is most definitely bringing the cat along, petting it while she holds it

Whenever she feels those disturbing thoughts plaguing her, she goes to find the cat that you have brought and play with it, pet it or just cuddle with it

Another habit that she had formed is whenever is time to go to bed the cats NEEDS to sleep besides her while purring, it's just the vibrations form the cats purr just sends her to sleep so easily

Overall, even if she doesn't show it to much she is beyond grateful that you brought that cat into her life and doesn't understand how she was able to live without them

[shares-a-vest]

@steddielovemonth Day 11: Love is... Saving the last bite for them (Prompt by @acasualcrossfade)

wc: 586 | Rated: G | cw: Food, Eating

Tags: Clean-Up After a Party, Bickering, Steve's House, The Party Being Total Shits (they are not present, but it's the premise)

The Clean-Up Crew

Eddie looks over the mess atop the Harrington’s kitchen counter and sighs.

The place is destroyed – littered with paper plates and solo cups (that were sourced from god knows where), food leftovers, crumbs and overall rubbish. All the aftermath of an impromptu ‘pool party’, pool noodles and all, courtesy of a pack of ravenous and uninvited teen gremlins.

Their lazy Sunday afternoon in the height of an Indiana summer wasn’t supposed to go like this.

Nor did Eddie think he and Steve would be spending their Date Night acting as a clean-up crew. He guesses he should count himself lucky that the little shits even decided to leave – something about Mike having a haul of candy stashed away in his dank basement.

“Can you at least help me if you are gonna start complaining?”

His eyes snap from a melted blob of something-chocolate to find a very disgruntled, Steve glaring back. He’s wearing an apron. One that is surely his mother’s considering the red tartan-like pattern and frills.

“I didn’t say anything!” Eddie defends, stifling a giggle as Steve wildly gestures to the bench as he sports a yellow pair of rubber gloves.

“Just…” Steve sighs, clearly overwhelmed by the volume of mess, “Help me now and then we can eat.”

Eddie frowns and picks up a nearby box of cereal – his Honeycombs Steve adds to his grocery list especially for him. He upends it and sure enough, it’s empty.

He tosses it to the side and grits his teeth.

“And what are we supposed to eat, exactly?” he spits.

Steve smirks to himself, wipes his gloves on his apron and heads – nay, struts – to the refrigerator.

“Dustin bought over a goddamn cake if you can believe it,” he explains, opening the door and disappearing behind it.

And just as quickly he pops back into view, holding up a delicate white dinner plate in victory.

“They are such little shits,” Eddie says, shaking his head in disbelief.

He is certain the fridge is just as barren as the rest of the kitchen, so there’s simply no way Steve could have possibly had an easy time hiding the treat.

“They are the worst,” Steve agrees, setting the plate down between them and ripping off the saran wrap, “But Henderson has a good taste in all things cake.”

He snaps off a glove and tosses it onto the floor, wiggling his brows as he does so.

Eddie recoils, “Don’t talk about Henderson while you make goo-goo eyes at me!”

Steve lifts the plate into his purview and goddamn it smells like fudgy, chocolate heaven. He could kiss Steve stupid but... He is just so annoyed that those damn entitled kids, who think nothing of treating Steve’s house as their own personal Club Med.

“Did they really go to Melvad’s on the way here?” he wonders, scrunching his nose.

“Yeah,” Steve chuckles.

“And then biked all the way across town with party food and bottles of soda?”

He breaks off a piece of cake with his fingers and all but shoves it into his mouth. He groans, smacking his lips (it tastes just as good as it looks) and greedily licks his fingers.

Steve nods, “And somehow Sinclair hauled over a lifetime supply of Coke cans too.”

“And the pool noodles?” he asks, spittling cake as he dives in for more.

But Steve smacks his hand away.

“After clean up,” he laughs, “Besides, I meant for us to share.”

[sleepy-gee]

*slides you 100 dollars* me wants more Sejanus corrupting Coriolanus, please.

*slides money back* no need, i got you

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I've had crazy writers block,, had to think a little outside of the box for this one

sejanus has a thing for leaving marks 100%. he's already left his mark on coriolanus mentally, so what about physically? why not raise the stakes a bit?

so, like the asshole he is, he leaves a hickey on coriolanus' neck– a dark one that's too high to be covered by the academy's uniform.. and he doesn't have any makeup to cover it up with.

he's turned coriolanus into his bitch.. why shouldn't everyone else know?

it was funny at first watching coriolanus get teased and gawked at. everyone was asking who the hell left a mark on his neck. coriolanus refused to answer, going bright red at the thought of it. there goes his tough guy reputation.

it wasn't funny for long, though. poor, poor coriolanus was in tears by the end of the day. his already worsening reputation was tarnished, and a thousand rumors were being spread about him. he collapsed into sejanus' arms when they got back to his house, hiding his face in his chest– his safe place. and as always, sejanus was there, stroking his hair and kissing his temple. his thumb would brush against the bruise on the blond's neck every so often, causing a little bit of pride to surge through him.

"what am i gonna do, sej? this is bad, damn it." he hicupped. "people are gonna be talking about this for weeks.."

"you're over thinking it, love.. it's just a bit of fun. you know how many of our classmates have walked in to class with their necks and shoulders littered in marks?"

"y-yeah, but.." coriolanus sniffed. "that's– that's them. that makes sense for them. not for me! i'm not.. i'm not–"

"not what, coryo?"

".. i'm not a whore."

".. we'll have to see about that, won't we?"

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Cat People

Pairing: Steve Harrington/ Reader

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 2,649

Summary: Steve Harrington is a lot of things, but your favorite thing that he is, is kind. When he finds a dirty little kitten hiding behind a dumpster, how is he supposed to just leave him there?

Stranger Things Masterlist

Steve Harrington Masterlist 

~~~~~

Wednesday's were always weird days for you. It was your day off and Steve had a later shift at work. It gave you time to tidy up the house and have some alone time, sure. But it was always weird not having him around. But today, this particular Wednesday, was weirder than you could have ever prepared for. 

You were finishing up the dishes from the previous few days when you heard Steve hurriedly open the door. "Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe," He was stammering the pet name so quickly you lost count of how many times he said it between your front door and the kitchen.

"Yes, my love," you said with a smile. You dried your hands on a towel, setting it down before looking up to his hazel eyes. 

He had one hand inside his blue windbreaker, the other holding it tightly closed over his chest. "Don't be mad." He told you cautiously. 

"Not a wonderful way to start this," You answered, crossing your arms over your chest. 

He slowly opened his jacket. A tiny black and white face appeared from beneath the bright blue nylon, the world's tiniest meow coming from the kitten's open mouth as it poked its head out, its curious eyes exploring your kitchen. Steve slowly pulled the dirty pile of fur from beneath his jacket, holding it out to you with both hands. 

"Steve…" you started, taking a step back. Of all the things he could have pulled from his jacket, a kitten was not what you were expecting. 

"You said you wouldn't get mad!" He said, whisper yelling as he brought the kitten back to his chest. 

"I specifically did not." You ran a hand through your hair, your eyes never leaving the impossibly small kitten in his large hands. It was filthy, the parts of it that were supposed to be white stained a grimy brown color. "Where did it even come from?" 

"He was hiding behind the shop," he told you softly. You smiled to yourself as he began to pet the kitten's head with the back of his pointer finger. Its eyes fell closed as it leaned into the touch. Maybe it was kinda cute. "I couldn't just leave him there. It's gonna rain tonight." 

You felt your smile grow when you looked from the kitten's face to Steve's. If there was one thing you loved most about Steve Harrington, it was his heart. His ability to love things, and people, as soon he saw them. Of course he would bring home tiny stray kittens. It only made sense that he would step in to love this little thing that had clearly not had an easy go of it so far. That was Steve. 

You reached your hand toward him, lightly scratching a fingernail beneath the kitten's filthy chin. It was loving the attention, soft purrs vibrating in its chest. 

"Can we keep him?" Steve asked quietly. Your eyes lifted from the tiny creature to the man holding it. His gaze was set on the kitten, his eyes soft and hopeful as he watched you scratch a single finger under its chin. 

You were silent for a moment. You watched as Steve's smile slowly grew. You weren't a cat person. You were never an animal person at all, really. But you were not about to take this little ball of dirty fur away from him. 

"I don't do litter boxes," you sighed after a long pause.

"I'll do it!" He said excitedly. "Every single day. You won't have to do anything." He leaned toward you, careful not to squash the kitten between your chests as he kissed you, long and sweet. 

"It needs stuff," you told him after pulling away from him. You turned away from him to grab a pen and an old envelope from a stack on the counter. His brows were knitted together when you looked back up to him. 

"What stuff?" 

"Food, for one," you answered as you began to write your list. "Poor thing looks like it's starving to death. And bowls. A litter box." You continued to add things to the list, naming them off out loud to Steve as you wrote. "And flea shampoo. It's probably crawling with them." 

You folded the envelope and shoved it into the back pocket of your jeans. Steve followed you, kitten still clung to his chest, as you walked to the front door. You grabbed your keys from the hook next to the door and the three of you were on your way to Hawkins Pet Supply. 

He settled into the passenger seat and positioned the kitten gently in his lap. "Why ya keep callin' him that?" He asked as you backed your car out of the driveway. 

"What?" 

"It." He spit the word out like it had burned on his tongue. You hadn't even realized you'd been doing it. But Steve had. He seemed almost hurt that you didn't fall instantly in love with the kitten like he had. 

"I'm sorry, baby," you smiled, reaching over to touch his knee. "What's his name?" You asked, punctuating the pronoun dramatically. 

Steve shrugged as he continued to pet the kitten's tiny head. "I've just been calling him Dude all day." 

"Dude?" 

"Better than It!" He cried, turning his head to you with a playful smile.

You giggled as you turned into Main Street. "We'll come up with a better name for him." 

"Oreo?" Steve suggested as you parked in front of the pet store.

"God, no," you answered. 

"Bowie?" 

You thought about it for a moment. It wasn't the worst name you'd ever heard, but it didn't feel right. You ended up shooting it down as you held the front door of the ship open for Steve and Dude. 

The three of you made your way through the store. You pushed a cart with a bum wheel while Steve held the kitten close to his chest. The employee on shift, a girl maybe a few years younger than you and Steve, absolutely loved the little cat. She cooed and spoke high pitched baby talk to him while you lugged a heavy bag of clay cat litter into the cart. 

"I am never, ever doing that again!" You squeeked, pulling the attention of both Steve and the kitten to you. "No, I'm absolutely not!" The tone of your voice was sticky sweet, bordering on diabetic as you spoke directly to the kitten in Steve's hands.

"I'm sorry, babe," Steve giggled, a blush crawling across his cheeks. "I promise you'll never have to lift cat litter again." His lips met your forehead and you knew that he meant it. The employee had walked away at some point, now ringing out a woman buying a massive bag of bird seed at the register.  

You each picked a few brightly colored toys from the cat aisle. A few plastic balls with bells in them, one that looked like a fish, and something that looked like a shoe string tied to a stick. 

"Anything else?" Steve asked after he placed the last of the toys into the cart. You checked your list against the items in the cart. Everything seemed to be there. As you walked to the register you caught a glimpse of a metal shelf full of dog beds. A big red sign that read 'CLEARANCE 50% OFF" attached with scotch tape. You walked over and grabbed a green one from the stack. It was a bit big, probably meant for a small dog. But he'd grow into it. 

"He is not sleeping in our bed," you told Steve as you placed it on top of the other items. 

"If you say so," he sighed, following you to the register. 

Once you arrived home the first order of business was a bath. You filled the kitchen sink with warm water while Steve read the instructions on the back of the bottle of flea shampoo. You smiled to yourself as you watched him. He had the kitten in one hand, still holding him close to his chest. The other held the shampoo bottle, his brows furrowed in concentration. 

"Alright, Dude," you said as you turned off the water. "Bath time, little guy." 

Steve stepped toward the sink and gently set the kitten in the water. Tan swirls of dirt and grime began to run across the water instantly. Tiny black bugs jumped from his tiny body as soon as you scrubbed the shampoo into his fur. You had to take deep breaths to avoid thinking about how Steve had put this little flea ball in both of your cars.

Once he was rinsed clean Steve wrapped him in a dish towel. You had to admit that it was sweet the way he handled this little kitten so gently. The two of them sat on the couch together, Steve rubbing the kittens fur dry while soft purrs echoed from the kitten in his hands. 

You joined them on the couch, one hand tangling into Steve's hair. He smiled to you softly just before his lips met yours. "We come up with a name for him yet?" He asked quietly. 

You looked down to the kitten in his lap. He was almost unrecognizable from the dirty little thing Steve had brought home a few hours ago. His fur was now the proper black and white colors. You couldn't see little bugs crawling over his entire tiny body. Even if this wasn't how you saw your day going when you woke up this morning, you had to admit that you weren't upset. 

"I think his name is Dude," you sighed, scratching your nails against the sensitive skin at the nape of Steve's neck. 

He giggled. You loved his giggle. The way his smile reached his eyes as he shook his head just slightly. "Dude it is, then." He turned his attention to Dude, who was still snoozing happily in his lap. "What d'ya think, Dude?" He asked quietly, petting his head with his finger. "You like that?" 

You retired to bed a few hours later after dinner. All of your bellies were full, even though you and Steve mainly watched Dude as he somehow gulped down his weight in wet food. 

"He is not sleeping in the bed," you reminded Steve. He huffed, feigning annoyance as he set Dude in his big, plush bed next to the couch.

"Night, Dude," he whispered as he turned to walk into your bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

Within moments of turning the light off and getting comfortable in bed, you heard it. The soft, sad sounds of Dude's tiny meows on the opposite side of your door. Steve's eyes shot open wide at the sound. He looked pitiful as he silently begged you to relent. You did, rolling your eyes dramatically. Steve kissed you. Then a few more times before jumping from the bed and bounding to the door. 

Dude followed him down the hallway. It was adorable the way he pranced, his impossibly small paws bouncing him along as he followed Steve. After a moment Steve returned with the green bed in hand. 

"Can't have him sleeping on the ground," he said as he set it on the floor next to his side of the bed. 

"He slept under a dumpster last night," you told him with a smile. He set Dude in the bed gently, saying goodnight once again before rolling over to face you. 

He wrapped his arms around you, his fingertips dancing over the skin at the small of your back when he pushed the hem of your shirt up. "Shh," she silenced you. "He's sensitive about it." 

"Oh, is he?" You giggled. 

"Yes." 

"Did he tell you that?" 

"Yes, he did." He answered, flashing you the million dollar smile you'd fallen so madly in love with. You'd let him bring home every stray animal in Hawkins if it meant he'd keep smiling at you like that. 

A while later, after your conversations had come to an end and you rolled over in his arms you felt Steve sigh into your shoulder. "Too good to me," he whispered almost silently. He probably thought you were sleeping. You almost corrected him when you felt him pull his arms away from you. He turned in bed for a moment before returning to his original position behind you. 

Then you heard it. "Don't tell, you'll get us in trouble." You definitely were not supposed to hear that. He wasn't talking to you. He was talking to Dude. You felt Steve shift his weight before setting the almost weightless kitten on top of the blanket between your bodies. He bagan purring immediately. You felt him snuggle into you, completely content in the sea of blanket. 

Maybe, just maybe, you'd let Dude sleep in the bed after all. 

~~~ 

When you got off work on Saturday it was still early. Work was slow so your boss had sent you home at 2 pm instead of 4. You needed the hours, especially now that you had another, albeit tiny, mouth to feed. But you looked forward to a nap before Steve got home, so you left without question.

Dude greeted you as you walked into the house. He rubbed his face against your leg as you toed your shoes off next to the front door. "Hi, buddy," you said as you bent down to pet his head. He definitely loved attention. 

You scooped him into your hands and made your way to the bedroom. He looked very at home when you set him on top of your bed as you changed from your work clothes into sweatpants. You giggled as you tucked yourself into bed. It was incredibly silly how careful you were not to disturb the 3 pound home invader as you slid into your blanket next to him. 

You lie down facing the wall. Dude was behind your back for just a moment before he decided that that just was not going to work for him. You laughed when you felt him climb over your body. He seemed like he was scaling a building as he struggled to ascend the height of your hips. Once he was fully on top of you, he quickly jumped down, landing in front of your stomach. He purred happily as he snuggled into you. 

"Real good thing you're cute or that shit would not fly," you whispered, a sleepy smile on your lips as you ran a finger down his back. He was cute and damn if he didn't know it. 

You couldn't have been asleep long when you felt Steve wrap his arm around you. His body pressed tightly to yours as he pulled you to him. He smiled as he gently kissed the back of your neck. 

"You're home early," he murmured.

"Boss man sent me packin'" you answered just as quietly. 

He lifted his hand to pet Dude, who was still curled up against you. "Dude's a girl, by the way." He told you. 

"What?" You asked, half turning to face him. "Since when?" 

"Since he- she was born?" 

"You're the one who told me he was boy," you laughed. 

"Apparently Stacy told me the day we found him that he was a girl." He smiled, still petting the cat. "I don't remember that." 

"So he's a girl?" You asked. 

"She's a girl, yes." 

"We gotta change her name, then." 

"Nah," Steve sighed. "If we change it now it'll confuse her." There was a brief silence between you. You reached your hand up to where Steve's face was resting on your shoulder, running your fingernails over the barely there stubble on his cheek. 

"Dude's a girl." You said softly. 

His hazel eyes met yours. That smile you adored spread across his lips. "Dude is a girl." He agreed, just before his lips fell to your cheek. 

~~~~~

Everyone please look at how cute my sweet lil Doctor was when he was a baby. Ugh. I love him so much and I love that I was able to use his baby picture for this lil fic. I hope you all like it as much I liked writing it!!

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[gainerstories]

Lifetime Supply: Chapter 4

Written by: Gainer Stories

Lifetime Supply is a collaborative story penned by Gainer Stories and Gaining Fiction.

Ryan didn’t notice there was a hole in the crotch of his pants until he spilled Taco Bell on himself on the way home from school. There was no denying these jeans were getting snug. Hell, he could barely even button them. But for how long was he walking around with a solid three inches of thigh fat bulging out? 

In the last several weeks Ryan had undeniably gained a good deal of weight. Nothing was fitting right, everything was jiggling, and he was constantly hungry. It almost felt like that damn Adesco box was conspiring against him. No matter how many times he tried to cancel with that customer service representative, Luke, more boxes showed up with better and better treats. 

Nevertheless, Ryan knew he couldn’t blame everything on Adesco. Perhaps the snacking had kickstarted his weight gain, but it wasn’t forcing him to pig out like he had been. For some reason he was simply hungry. He wanted food all the time, the more the better. Pizza, ice cream, burgers, burritos, he couldn’t get enough and the weight was catching up fast. 

It wasn’t only his wardrobe that was pointing out how chubby he was getting. Ryan was also making a concerted effort to go on dates in an effort to get over his ex. In fact, he had just left one when he noticed the tear in his jeans. The guy was attractive and nice, but seemed uninterested and now Ryan was worried if the fact he was busting out of his jeans might have contributed to that. 

Returning to the apartment, Ryan tossed the Taco Bell wrappers into the neighbors trash so that Ahmed wouldn’t see them. He didn’t know why, but he tried to hide his piggishness from his roommate, even though Ahmed often joined in. In fact, Ahmed had put on some weight himself, but he was also gaining muscle so it was less noticeable. 

“Woah there chubs,” Ahmed greeted Ryan as soon as he walked through the door. “Was gonna see if you wanted to go in on some wings, but looks like you just ate.” 

“Why do you say that?” Ryan was incredulous. 

“Well besides the fact your pants are literally bursting at the seams, you have a sauce packet stuck to your ass.”

“Christ,” Ryan muttered and grabbed a snack from one of the many Adesco boxes littering the house. “I guess it’s that obvious. Maybe that’s why five out five dates won’t text me back. Am I really that fat?”

“You’re looking thick my man, but don’t sweat it. It suits you!” 

“I gotta get out of these pants. I’ll get in on that order, just double whatever you’re getting. We have any beer?” 

Ryan grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed to his room. He felt great relief removing his denim and tossing them in the trash. Unfortunately, even the sweatpants he put on felt a little snug. Looking in the mirror, they left little to the imagination. Ryan’s had definitely gotten cakier, and the elastic waistband sunk beneath his muffin top. Ryan resolved he’d have to purchase some new clothes once again tomorrow morning. But tonight, he and Ahmed would feast. 

Ryan wobbled through the fast fashion chain browsing the racks. He had no idea what size he was anymore. He didn’t even know what would look good on his body. After multiple humiliating experiences in the dressing room, he settled on the fact that it was best to buy a little bit larger than he needed. The extra room would conceal the weight he gained, and besides the clothes were cheap and would probably shrink in the wash anyway. 

It was the same cashier at the counter as last time, Antoine. Antoine couldn’t keep his eyes off Ryan. He glanced at the college student’s swollen midsection every few seconds, stirring insecurity in Ryan. Was he being judged? Did this guy remember him? Was it embarrassing he was buying such large sizes? By the time the transaction was over, Ryan was sweating bullets and made a beeline for the food court to quell his anxiety. After a corn dog and cinnamon roll he was headed back home. 

Unloading his purchases, Ryan began to doubt himself. Why did he buy horizontal stripes? He should have known better. And he accidentally grabbed a button up in the wrong size. He had gotten this specifically to wear to the LGBT mixer that evening with Ahmed, and although it fit Ryan was afraid it was a little too snug.

Luckily a cold breeze came in that evening and Ryan was able to cover up by throwing a zippered hoodie over the button up. Standing next to Ahmed, Ryan’s insecurity heightened. Ahmed was developing broad shoulders and baby biceps that framed the swelling at his midsection, whereas Ryan’s belly pushed outward dramatically. 

Once they got inside, Ryan felt a bit of relief. Most of the guys there were gawky and awkward. In fact, no one really caught his eye. He originally hoped he might get a date or two out of this event, but Ryan was quickly discovering the only perk was the free food. Catering was supplied by one of his favorite Mediterranean spots in town and Ryan couldn’t get enough.

He found himself piling his plate high and returning for seconds and thirds before continuing to graze for the rest of the night. Occasionally Ahmed would leave Ryan to flirt with some boys on the dance floor, and so Ryan just stationed himself at the buffet. As he was chomping down a stuffed grape leaf, Ryan spied a hot guy from across the room. 

The man was fairly fit with broad shoulders and a defined chest, floppy brown hair, and great legs. Ryan washed down his food with a drink and took a deep breath. Looking down, he became self conscious again. The buttons on his shirt were straining. He couldn’t believe it. They were fine at the beginning of the night! 

Still, Ryan had forced himself to go in for the kill. Guzzling a rum and coke he approached the sexy stranger who only became hotter up close. Just as Ryan was about to say hello the guy turned to the bathroom and waved. Ryan’s eyes followed the action, and his heart sank. The guy was waving at none other than his ex, Jason. Ryan was trapped as Jason approached and stared at him oddly. 

“Oh my god, Ryan, I didn’t recognize you at first. You’re looking… good?” 

The question mark at the end of that sentence made Ryan want to scream. 

“You look good,” Jason reiterated, unsure who he was trying to convince. “This is my boyfriend, Luke.” 

“Nice to meet you,” Luke said and shook Ryan’s hand with a twinkle in his eye. 

Ryan’s head was spinning. Was this the same guy from Adesco? It couldn’t be…

[itty-bitty-mess]

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

TW: bitty melting alive

”Muh-Mummah? Is ow new home scawwy?” The young little Cherry asked, as he rested on his new Mummah’s palm. He was the youngest of his litter, and hadn’t even reached full bitty adulthood yet. He had just been adopted and was more than excited to get to his new home.

“Of course not, sweatheart. You’re gonna love your new home! I’m actually a baker, you know? And Im sure you’ll love all the yummy little pastries I'll make for you. In fact, I decided to adopt you because I thought I could use a little extra sweetness in my life!” She said with a soothing, gentle voice, as she gently booped the thumb-sized skeleton on his nose cavity with the thumb of her other hand.

Cherry giggled like a little kid and, for the first time on his short life, he felt safe and loved. Little red tears of joy formed on his eyes as he held on to his Mummah’s thumb, wrapping both his arms around it. He closed his eyes, feeling sleepy and content, excited to get home and recieve all that love that Mummah promised. He finally drifted off to sleep, thinking about all the wonderful things his new Mummah had in store for him.

When they arrived home, Mummah gently placed Cherry on the counter and began unpacking the little bag with all bitty necessity items. A tiny portable potty, an extra pair of clothes, a matchbox-sized box of diapers, and a small packet of bitty kibble that would last for a week at least.

“Mummah? Upsie pwease?” Little Cherry asked enthusiatically as he spread out his arms. However, she didn’t respond as she listed off the items she had just unpacked, she seemed to be thinking to herself about something. Cherry could only make out the words "oven" and "quick", unable to figure out what she was talking about specifically.

“Mummah?” Cherry repeated as he extended his arms hoping she would pick him up again, tears formed in his little eyes at her silence. He didn’t like being ignored “Mummah!!! Upsie!!! PWEASE?”

“In a moment sweetie, I'm deciding which things I’ll actually need from here.” After a minute of whining and crying from Cherry, she finally decided she’d throw everything away aside from the diapers. “There we go, I don’t think you’ll need a potty just yet. You seem pretty young after all, not even a full adult just yet, your bones are still soft and squishy. Just the perfect thing I need for my-“ she stopped herself in her tracks. "Oh I mean, so soft and squishy, how adorable!".

Cherry felt a bit offended by that, and a little hurt. His face turned a little red as he stared at Mummah, hoping she’d maybe take it back or at least pick him up again. He wasn’t a baby! He was just young but he was about to turn into an adult in a few months! However, it seemed like Cherry had only payed attention to the last bit, as he panicked and demanded Mummah to stop once he saw her throwing his stuff on the trash.

“W-W-WAIT MUH-MUMMAH STOOP!! DOS ARE MY THINGIES!!”

“Oh sweetie, you wont need those. I’ll get you even better clothes and feed you super yummy food! Much better and yummier than that dry bitty kibble”

“Yu-yummier?”

“Yes! In fact, how about we get you all nice and clean and then you can feast in as many treats as you want!” Cherry beamed at that, a nice warm bath and yummy treats sounded really nice right now. Compared to the cold showers and dry kibble from the adoption center, this sounded like pure luxury. He jumped up and down as he cheered with joy, hoping Mummah would carry him to the promised warm bath, and she did.

He saw as she filled a plastic bucket with water and grabbed a frog shaped sponge. He giggled when she made a little voice for the frog and he greeted it back, playing along. Once she placed the sponge down, Mummah sweetly instructed him to take his tiny clothes off. Cherry was unsure about that, he had never been “nakey” in front of anyone other than other bitties. It’s not like he had anything to hide, but he was still pretty ashamed. She insisted, promising that the water in the little pot was nice and that he would recieve a yummy treat after this. After a lot of convincing, he finally relented. He carefully slipped out of his tiny red sweater and little pants and carefully placed them on the side of the sink.

Mummah politely thanked him and carefully grabbed him to place him inside the bucket. Cherry was expecting her to gently place him inside the water, after all this was his very first bath at home. He didn’t expect her to drop him so suddenly in the water, neither did he expect the water to be so, so hot…

“AAAAAAAA MUMMAH MUMMAH HURTS HURTS IT HURTS IT HOT PWEASE HEWP PWEASE IT HOT TOO HOT” he screeched in a panic. Everything was great and perfect a second ago, why was it so hot? Why did she drop him like that?? Why did it hurt?

”Oh sorry sweetie, you need this bath. You smell terrible, like straight up dog waste, and I cannot let that putrid smell inside my house. I also don’t want you spreading any more of those germs you brought from the adoption center. But dont worry sweetie this will just hurt a bit, then we can cuddle and you’ll get those sweet yummy treats I promised!” She giggled, she didn’t seemed phased by his screeching and begging.

Cherry seemed close to a panic attack, like was usual for his breed. The water was scalding hot, it burnt his bones and even caused certain bit of his bones to flake off. It burnt like an absolute nightmare. He cried, he screeched, he pissed himself out of panic and fear. It hurt, it burnt, please make it stop. He tried climbing out of the bucket but she simply pushed him back down, it was too tall for him anyways so its not like he could actually escape.

Cherry thought that she would finally take him out of the boiling water once he saw her hand reaching out to him. But instead, she grabbed him in place with one hand, while the other had the frog-shaped sponge on hand. The sponge had two sides, a soft one and a raspy one made of metal. She decided it would be best to use the raspy metal side.

The seemingly innocent sponge began scrubbing all of Cherry’s tiny body. It hurt, it scratched and even caused bits of his bones to flake off even more. It was too much stress and pain for a little bitty of his age and size. Bitties were delicate things, they needed special sponges and scrubbers that were gentle on their bones. This one clearly was made for dishes, yet it seemed like the scrubber side was completely intact, almost as if it was new.

Once that was done, Cherry could only breathe for a bit until she grabbed the soap bottle, shoving the opening on his mouth and squeezing. In seconds, Cherry felt a yucky, sticky substance entering his mouth. He coughed and cried. Then it began filling his eye sockets, his ribcage and his nose cavity. He couldnt breathe. It burnt his insides and irritated his internal magic, all he could do was scream and cry. Begging for this nightmare to end. All he wanted right now was to eat those yummy treats she had promised and take another nap. He could barely breathe and choked as he kept being forced to swallow soap. He felt he was about to dust out of sheer panic.

Finally, she roughly grabbed him again, squeezing his ribcage, and began dunking him in and out of the water bucket nonstop. Cherry couldn’t breathe. He choked on the water and even almost threw up a bit. The constant dunking was too much, and the soap was still inside his skull and mouth. It seemed it wouldnt wash off. The dunking got faster and Cherry could feel like his skull was about to pop off due to the sheer ammount of force being used. He began getting dizzy.

Finally, Mummah decided he was clean enough and took him out of the water. She gently dried him up with an extra fluffy towel and gave him a little kiss on the forehead, calling him a good boy. Cherry was still crying, sobbing out loud like a newborn baby, but it slowly began subsiding into tiny little sobs. This was way too scary for him and he would need some time to get over it.

She gently placed him on the bed, still wrapped in the towel like a burrito, a whispered sweet little words on his ear. She shushed his crying and told him she loved him a lot. This seemed to ease the little bitty. As his crying and sobbing finally stopped and he went back to giggling like a baby once Mummah began tickling his little ecto belly. Cherry could feel his little stomach rumbling, he was beginning to get hungry.

“Um, Mummah? Cam I hav a tweat now pwease?” Cherry asked as he fiddled with his tiny thumbs. His bones were still sore but he felt better now. Everything was better now that Mummah loved him again. She giggled at his nervousness.

“Of course, sweetie. But before I make you a treat, how about we play for a bit and then you take a nap. Im sure that bath shook you a bit, hm?” She suggested, and Cherry couldn’t say no to such a suggestion. He loved to play! And naps! Those were like his second and third favorite things after yummy treats! He excitedly agreed and jumped up and down, still wrapped in the towel.

“UM, Muh-Mummah? Cam I hav mak cloths back pwease?” Cherry asked, feeling a bit self conscious.

“Oh sweetie, it looks like your tiny little clothes fell into the bathroom's garbage can, I'm really sorry about that." "W-WHAT?? MY- MY CWOTES AWE GONE??" Cherry was about to go back to crying like he was a minute ago. His clothes!! His favorite clothes were gone!! "Oh but dont you worry, we’re gonna play a very fun yet messy game! Im sure you wouldn't have want ed your clothes to get dirty, right?”

Cherry sniffled a little, trying to keep it together for Mummah, he didn't want to make her angry and get another awful bath. He tried to be positive about it, and part of him was excited at the prospect of not being limited by his tiny clothes while playing, so he cleaned the few tears that formed on his eyes and nodded, agreeing to whatever game Mummah wanted to play.

Mummah gently picked Cherry up, finally unwrapping him and letting him go free. Cherry was a bit nervous but also excited by being allowed to play without his clothes on, it felt freeing and new! Back in the adoption center, everyone would always yell at him and call him “a disgusting piece of shit” whenever he tried taking his clothes off. He would cry himself to sleep at that.

Once they arrived at the kitchen, Mummah placed him on the counter. She took out a huge plate and a huge container with a funny looking substance.

“Alright, sweetie. This is baking dough, now this isn’t for eating ok? This dough is only for playing. You can make any shapes and figures you want and once we’re done you can take a little nap!” She gleefully showed him how to shape dough and how to play with it. Oh, it was mushy and soft! Cherry had never felt anything like this before!

He spent at least three and a half hours shaping and making little dough figures alongside Mummah. He made tiny snowmen, stars and little cats his size. He made little flowers and gave them to Mummah, who was flattered, and even made a biiig dough heart with the writing “i <3 Mummah” on it. It was so much fun!! So much better than the horrible bath he had just experienced. Cherry was having so much fun, but he also felt a bit hungry and tired.

Mummah seemed to notice and offered to shape him a little comfy bed made of dough. At first, Cherry giggled at the idea, but he was pretty tired and the dough was so soft and squishy! Maybe a nap wasn’t such a bad idea…

Cherry laid down on the little square, and Mummah made sure to tuck him in with a thick sheet of dough on top of his body to keep him warm. He rested in the soft substance and felt comforted as Mummah made sure he was nicely tucked in place. She even offered him an actual cherry as a treat before naptime! Yummy!

Cherry ate the whole thing and finally drifted off to sleep with a full tummy and a soft bed made of dough. He slept, dreaming of wonderful things, of all the amazing adventures he and Mummah could go on together on the future, and he dreamt of getting lots of kissies and cuddles from her whenever he needed it. However, as his wonderful dreams progressed, Cherry began noticing that things began looking weirder and weirder everytime. The birght blue sky on his dream seemed to redden and his Mummah was nowhere to be found. The air felt hotter too, strange...

Suddenly, Cherry awoke in a panic as he realized the air began getting a little too hot in real life too. He realized he was in some sort of tiny room where a bright light was blinding him completely, so he had to squint his eyes. He began to sweat and panicked even more. Cherry tried getting off his doughy little bed but soon realized that he was immobile, it seemed like the dough had began hardening and even some bits had stuck to his bones a little too well. He was basically immobile from the neck down, and his skull has held in place by the once comfortable dough pillow he rested his head in.

"MUMMAH?? MUH-MUMMAH? WERE AWE YOU!!!! MUMMAH!!! MUMMAH HAWP PWEASE???" He couldn't move, all he could do was cry in a panic and try to free himself from the hardening dough. Surely Mummah would hear him and go to his rescue, right? She probably left him in this tiny room so he could rest better without nay disturbances, but now he was awake and needed help getting out of his doughy prison.

"MUMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!" He tried increasing his volume as best as he could but all he did was damage his throat. It hurt, but oh no, the temperature was seemingly getting higher. He was sweating magic now. His ecto body seemed to begin stinging due to how hot things were getting inside.

Cherry began panicking even more and his screaming increased once he felt his skull flaking off again. Oh god, it burns, its too hot in here, please make it stop pelase, it hurts so bad, please. He tried screaming, screeching. Calling out to Mummah, but it seemed like she couldn't hear him. Surely she was near, right? She would NEVER leave little baby Cherry all alone in such a hot room, right????

"MUMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! PWEASE HWEP PWEASE HEWP PWEASE IT BURNS IT BURNS IT HURFS PWEASE MUMMAAAAH" he screeched. His bones began cracking, little red magic leaking out of every single crack. His ecto body seemed to be boiling and the magic flesh began ripping and cracking at the surface, mixing with the burning dough.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MUMMAH HELP MUMMAH MOM HELP ME HELP ME PLEASE IT HURTS OH GOD IM BURNING MOM IM BURNING PLEASE HELP ME PLEEEASEE HELP HELP HELP ME SOMEONE HELP PLEASE" Cherry could feel his bones begin melting under the dough, losing their skeletical shape and becoming one with the soon-to-be bread. He could feel the top of his skull melting and sinking into itself. It seemed like bitty magic wasn't made to withstand high temperatures like those.

His skull kept melting, until his eye sockets were sealed shut by the process itself. His mouth melted shut as well. Anything under his neck was now a simple, shapeless mass that flawlessly seemed to mix with the dough. The dusting process seemed to have been halted by the melting itself, as if the dust began liquefying instead of crumbling down.

Cherry was still conscious, feeling everything. Feeling as his body turned into goo. Unable to scream, breathe or see anymore. His skull's face was now featureless and barely even looked like a skull anymore. He could only think to himself, as his consciousness slipped away and his entire being simply began fading from existence itself. It wasn't even a definitive sudden death like any other bitty would get once dusted. It was slow, so incredibly slow.

He wasn't even completely gone just yet. But he could barely feel anything at all. He could feel himself blending with the dough, becoming one with the pastry. Becoming yet another ingredient on the list. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was gone. No one would remember him, and he didn't even get to reach full adulthood like the rest of his litter did.

Mummah entered the kitchen and excitedly peeked through the oven window. Giggling as she saw the dough rise and take shape.

"Oh! Looks like my cherry pie is ready!~"

[bluiex]

Heyyyyyyy, it's me, Bloop Anon, back at it with their fake dating AU that seems to be possessed by the fluff and crack gods. Please enjoy watching cats interacting with each other bc i miss my cat gosh darn it, i just want to pet her, is that too much to ask? anyway, totally didnt based this off my own cat behaviour, no sireeeeeee

--

“Jellie, no! Come back here!”

He wasn’t quick enough, she already started to smell the cages. One cat, probably Pearl if Scar remembered how they each looked like, hissed lowly, backing into her cage. Jellie only looked at her before moving on to the next cage. 

Maui was much more curious than Pearl, poking his nose out of the cage, making Jellie hiss. They had a staring contest before Grian clapped his hands, making both of them jump and making Jellie hide under the couch.

“Well, that went well.”

Scar gaped at him.

“What do you mean that went well?”

Grian shrugged. “They didn’t try to bite each other, I count that as a success.”

Scar closed his mouth, speechless. If it weren’t for the cages, he was certain Jellie would’ve fought Maui. He was about to express such thought when Grian took out his phone from his pocket and pointed at his room.

“May I call my girlfriend?”

Scar nodded, not quite understand what was going on anymore.

Grian closed the door and Scar could hear the faint conversation. A hiss brought his attention back to the cats, who were having a standoff, Maui’s muzzle still poking out and Jellie sitting on her hide legs, not looking impress.

“Oh no,” he muttered.

He tried grabbing Jellie, but she slipped under his grasp and hid behind Pearl’s cage, much to the gray cat’s chagrin.

“Jellie, c’mere girl,” he called, putting on his baby voice and extending his hand towards her.

Jellie frowned at the hand, tapped it with her paw (her claws were out, if Scar hadn’t retracted his hand, he would’ve gotten a scratch) and walked to Maui’s cage. Scar let out an offended gasp.

“Oh, you little rapscallion! Ignoring your dear old dad like that.”

Gently, he approached her, trying to get her away from those two cats, who were probably traumatized at this point. Except maybe Maui, he looked like he was having a great time. 

“Now now, Jellie, no use to be difficult. Let’s just leave those two alone—”

Turned out, Jellie was a smart cat. She hid under the couch before he could grab her, cursing underneath his breath. He was on all four, trying to get Jellie who simply sat on all four legs, looking like your typical loaf of bread, as if she was mocking him. Knowing her, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was.

Grian came out of his room, at a very bad timing, and stopped in his tracks when his eyes landed on Scar. 

“What are you doing?”

His accent was more pronounced than usual, catching Scar off-guard. He slowly raised himself on his two legs and gave the blond man a sheepish smile. 

“Nothing,” he said innocently.

Grian crossed his arms, eyebrow raised. 

“Uh-huh. And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Yes, actually, sometimes I like to lay on all four and just look under the couch.” He pointed at his temple. “It recalibrates my brain.”

Grian let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head slightly. He raised his phone and shook it slightly. Scar kept his gaze on the device.

“Just called my girlfriend and we agreed to leave the cats at your place until we come back from our vacation.”

Scar perked up at that, bouncing on the ball of his feet and clapping his hands together. Grian looked at the ceiling.

“I’ll come back with their food and another litter box.” He looked around the room, inhaling sharply. “Not sure where you’re gonna put the other litter box—”

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure that part out.”

Grian quirked his eyebrow, but shrugged it off.

“I’ll still show you how to give their food, and don’t worry, they eat from the same bowl no matter how many times I tell them they each have their own bowls.”

Grian joined him, sitting on the ball of his feet, and opened the cages. His cats immediately went to greet him, purring and rubbing their face against his knees. He cooed.

“You guys be good, alright? Daddy will be back in a couple of days.”

Scar had completely forgotten to ask him when he’d be back.

“A couple of days, you say?”

Grian chuckled. “Yeah, we’ll be out for almost ten days.”

“I hope you guys have fun.”

Grian grinned at him. “Oh, we will.”

He said it as if Scar was in on the joke, if it even was a joke, except scar was never good at understanding subtext, so he simply smiled and nodded. 

Maui rubbed his face against Scar’s thigh, making him almost jump out of his spot. He tentatively scratched behind his ears and received loud purrs in return. He smiled softly, petting his ears, cheek, neck, you named it. Grian giggled.

“Aww, he likes you.”

Scar let out a laugh. “For now.”

Grian gently slapped his arm. “Don’t say that, I’m sure every cat loves you.”

Scar laughed at that. “You tell that to Jellie.”

Grian hummed and rose up, letting out a sigh. He turned his gaze to Scar, who was still petting Maui.

“Well, I’ll see you in a bit.”

Scar nodded, still in that euphoria of being chosen by a cat. Grian let out a chuckle, and left the apartment, leaving the residents none the wiser.

-- bloop anon (i am totally not projecting onto scar, what are you talking about? totally didnt make him neurodivergent coded (adhd, autism, anxiety? fuck if i know))

True and real cat behavior

I LVOE THIS AU I'M SO HAPPY YOU'VE GIVEN US MORE!!!

[petboymart]

Hey how you doin? I'm not completely sure if the requesting box is open but if so is it possible for you to do a male show puppy reader with puppy lev that is dog model? How would lev react to reader when his owner brings reader home?

show dog puppy boy lev x puppy boy reader

employee notice : yup! gonna start clearing out the inbox bc it’s 11:44 pm, i’m on vacation in a foreign country and i’m queer, that part is unrelated

-nox <3

this product contains : mentions of readers past trauma, scheming bitch lev, reader is a liiiiiitle dumb in the beginning, slight bullying, but making up and being cute puppies. male reader!!!!!

lev was bred for perfection, genetically perfect, physically perfect. the perfect show dog. his tall figure, his long limbs, his pristine silver hair and pointed ears. though some said his eyes were catlike they were still a beautiful sparkling and unique green.

he was the perfect show dog, with many awards to prove it. medals on blue ribbons.

so why did his owner bring in… you

sure, you were handsome he could admit. your eyes did sparkle, no, they glowed. you were small though. weak. it looked like if he pushed you you would fall over. he tested his theory. it proved true.

when you fell though, you just smiled up at him. you thought it was play so you pushed against him too. he barely budged. though, his eyes lit up in interest.

you were not reserved or snooty like other show dogs, you were pure and sweet and raw. untouched by the harsh criticizing world. he was a little worried. the world would break you. why did he care though? he thought.

for the first few weeks, he ignored you. he would call you over and you would come running, just for him to slide out of the way and watch you crash into a door, feigning worry as he stood over you, just barely hiding a sneer.

his schemes got you into trouble with your owner, she would get angry and yell at you, wagging her finger. you kept your head bowed and your big floppy ears pressed to your head. he felt the tiniest semblance of pity. he also pretended not to see you when your owner would put you outside as punishment. he avoided your big innocent eyes and he didn’t know why his heart hurt thinking about how cold it was outside and how weak you were (in his eyes at least). he ignored those feelings, he tried to.

lev had thought he was unaffected by your troubles, that his schemes were not affecting his conscious.

that was until he found you that one fateful night, in the living room. you sat on the dog bed watching the window. you didn’t see him, but he heard you talking to yourself.

“it’s all going to be okay. you got out. you’re a pure bred. you just, have to be nice and not get on his nerves. if you do well he’ll teach you and you’ll never have to go back again. never ever ever.” you said, and lev tilted his head, he walked into the room.

“go back where?” he asked, and you turned around in shock, you were going to exclaim but his solemn face stopped you. he did not know where you came from, he thought you were his replacement who had shown up one day to take his place. you looked down at the puppy bed.

maybe telling him wouldn’t be bad, and you could finally get the burden off your chest. you looked up at lev with teary eyes. he was taken aback by the vulnerability in your expression. you opened and closed your mouth a few times, swallowing. your adams apple bobbed. then you began to talk.

“i was born in a puppy-person mill, a breeding center for pure breds. we weren’t well taken care of. i had eight siblings in my litter, even more from previous ones. we were separated from our mother as soon as we could eat solid food. i lived in a cramped cage with those eight siblings for twenty years. we were never taught how to go into human forms. but when we did, one by one, my siblings were taken away. one day the police came in, the establishment was, of course, illegal. it was then i was set free. it was then i found out that all my siblings had been sold off and my mother was gone and i was all that was left. nobody glanced at me because i was the runt. but i was a purebred. so they brought me to a fancy shelter and i was told that if i became a show dog i would never have to live in fear again. that’s why i’m always around you. i want to be like you so i never ever have to go back to somewhere like that mill.” you said.

lev had never been more shocked, horrified and disgusted with himself in his entire life. he didn’t say anything at first and just looked at you. for the first time he noticed your shaking figure. dark circles under your eyes and the way you sat on your tail, as if trying to tether yourself to reality. there were small scars he never paid attention to on your hands. your skin was slightly discolored. you had suffered so much and he had been an ungodly rude prick just because he was privileged and stuck up and a coward.

he didn’t say anything then but he reached out and tugged you to his chest. his big arms wrapped around you and for the first time in a while you felt safe. you felt warmth and you began to sob as lev carefully rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. you’re safe now, i’m sorry. i’ll treat you better and i promise i won’t let anyone hurt you again. i’ll keep you safe.” he whispered. and his words were the most amazing thing you had ever heard. they soothed your aching heart as you let yourself be comforted by him.

after crying for more than an hour, you were exhausted and fell asleep in lev’s lap. he carefully brought you to his big fancy bed in his room on the ground floor, and tucked you into the covers. in your sleep you whimpered, squirming and he quickly got into bed with you, bringing you into his arms. you stopped squirmed, nuzzling close to him.

lev watched your sleeping form for another hour, admiring how soft your features looked as you slept. he admired how strong you were. he pressed his nose to your forehead.

“goodnight.”

(an extra drabble bc wow that was a lot.)

“lev! leeeev! stop it!!” a squeal echoed through the living room, soon followed by giggles.

lev laughed boisterously as you shoved his face away from you, your neck wet from his snuggling and licking and kisses.

you pushed him away yet couldn’t truly escape as you still sat on his lap. you stopped shoving him and with his possessive mind in full swing he went right back to nosing at your neck. his ministrations caused your brand new leather collar to be pushed around, the golden name tag jingling.

you had got the collar as a gift from lev when you won your first blue ribbon. under levs care and teachings, you grew healthier. there was vibrant color in your cheeks and your fur was no longer matted. you became a brilliant show dog. lev had never been more proud when you one. so he bought the collar with his own money. it had your name inscribed on the tag, and his on the back.

“just in case you get lost” he had said, smiling deviously. as if he’d ever let you get lost. after that night, a slow friendship bloomed between you two as lev taught you how to be a proper show dog. that friendship turned into more and you found out a secret lev kept wonderfully hidden.

he was horribly possessive. and he did not like to share. the collar was a way of marking you as his, you both knew that and you chose to ignore it.

now, you were cuddled up to each other, snuggling and basking in each others warmth, you leaned your head back and lev pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“my charismatic show dog.”

“and my handsome asshole.” you said, and lev gasped in faux shock, whimpering tragically, “oh stop it, you totally deserve it.” you rolled your eyes.

“yes i do, does it still hurt coming from my one and only? absolutely! i’m fragile, honey!” he complained and you rolled your eyes yet again but smiled.

“im sorry then, how can i get you to forgive me?” you asked and lev grinned.

“cuddle me for the rest of the day.” he said (read: commanded) and you nodded your head.

“i was already going to but okay, fine.”

and you two cuddled for the rest of the day, enjoying the sun and then the sunset.

i don’t know how to end this thanks

petboy mart 2023

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

"what is that?" You peered over the reading glasses perched on your nose, stuffing the receipt you were using as a bookmawrk into the pages under you fingertips before rising from the couch to try and get a look at what your husband and sons were trying-and failing- to hide.

"oh, this?" Gyomei shoved Muichiro forward, practically throwing the 14 year old off his feet. "this is Muichiro, do you like his new hair color? Him and Genya were going to match but after bleach Genya decided to keep the yellow. It's cute right?" Gyomei was side stepping, trying not to bare his back and what he was hiding from you. The meowing and scratching was loud and the box did nothing but echo the noises.

"Mei. I'm not an idiot and your not even hiding the box fully. You suck at hiding things, Always have. How many are there?" gyomei sighed, revealing the oversized box to you as you stepped closer to get a good look. 5 kittens were huddled toger, different variations of black and white, even a grey one was among them. Their eyes were barely open, little voices loud as they put their all into crying out. It was obvious they had been abandoned, just a couple weeks old and should still be surviving off mom.

"where do you plan on keeping them and how do you plan on taking care of them?"

"Me and Muichiro are going to do it! They'll stay in our bathroom and Dad said that if we feed them evaporated milk for a few more weeks they'll be okay. We're gonna pool our money together and get a litter box, toys, and blankets to keep them warm. We're gonna make them a little box bed!" Muichiro was nodding along with everything that Genya was saying, agreeing with every detail. You looked at Gyomei who was busy wiggling his fingers in front of the kittens.

"Okay, but I am not cleaning up after them. These are living creatures boys and they need lots of care, you have to be up with them and watch them carefully. This is a lot of responsibility and I expect you to do this properly if you want to raise them." The boys were practically bouncing in place as you lectured them.

"However! we will not be keeping them all in the end. Once they are where they need to be weight and age-wise we will put them up for adoption. We can keep one maybe two depending on how you guys take care of them but we can't keep them all, we don't have the room for 5 cats. Do you understand?" Both heads of colored hair were nodding enthusiastically, Muichiro already scooping the grey one out of the box to hold against his chest. "Alright Gyomei, since you decided to get kittens along with colored hair you get to be the one to take them to get the kittens checked out. I'll drive but you have to go handle everything else." Gyomei smiled, turning around to herd the boys back out of the house.

"Thank you, honey. I promise to keep on top of this with them." U You hummed in response, having already heard this same speech before when he had 'found' a hamster in a large crate with bedding and toys.

"Right, go get in the car before I change my mind" You grabbed your keys and wallet, checking to make sure the credit card was in there before leaving to follow your family.

[darknight3904]

Sober - Eddie Munson

Chapter 21- The Hottest Victory Sex Ever!

Masterlist

Marguerite woke up to Eddie's voice ringing in her ears. Her dream had been so real. Eddie was laughing at some joke of hers while he cooked another one of his "Eddie Munson specialities" which was really him covering up his bad cooking abilities.

Her eyes popped open to reveal a big shoe in front of her face. Rubbing the sleep from them she saw that Steve had shifted in the chair next to her and had somehow got both his legs up and one of them happened to be Infront of her now. Eddie's voice rang clearly as he yelled on the radio.

"Eds? It's me." She said groggily grabbing the radio

"Oh hey Sweetheart. How've you been." He said

Marguerite could hear his smile Through the walkie.

"M' okay. So much shit has happened though. Can't wait to tell you all about it." She said

"I can't wait to listen. Now I do have a message. I am in need of a food delivery like now. Unless you think it's a good idea for me to go it into the world." Eddie said

"Oh my god no. We'll bring you food. You have any requests?" Marguerite asked

"Yeah a can of Pringles and a uh six pack." Eddie said

What an idiot.

"Seriously?" Marguerite groaned

"Yeah I know it's not good to drink right now but I just think that it might take the edge off." Eddie said

Marguerite rolled her eyes as Eddie rambled about what beer he wanted. Her gaze wandered to where Max had been on the couch. Key word: been.

"Shit I gotta go." Marguerite said before shutting off the radio

"Dustin where the hell is Max?" Marguerite said

"I uh only dozed off for 10- an hour!"

Max was safe. She was sitting next to Holly with her Kate Bush blasting.

"Don't you ever give me a heart attack like that again." Marguerite scolded

Max nodded and continued to color.

"Is this what you saw last night?" Nancy asked

"Yeah I thought it might be better if I drew it...but it turns out its making it more difficult since I'm no artist." Max said

Nancy must be some genius. She put the pieces together that what Vecna showed Max was the old Creel house.

"Listen I'm gonna make a food run to Eddie. The last thing we need is him running down to some gas station for food and then getting arrested. I'll see you later." Marguerite said

"Okay." Max said trying to walk away

"Hey!" Marguerite said "You better keep that Kate Bush on loop."

"I will." Max said a small smile following

"Sinclair if she gets twisted into a pretzel I will personally be your worst nightmare " Marguerite warned

"Yes ma'am." Lucas said before following Max.

°°°

One grocery trip later, Marguerite was pulling into Reefer Rick's once again. Only this time instead of going to the boat house, Eddie's voice from a opened window beckoned her into the real house.

"I thought you were trying to hide." Marguerite said as he took the bags from her

"I am. But a growing boy has to eat." Eddie said

"Eddie you're 20. You're done growing." Marguerite smiled

"Hey what's this?" Eddie asked turning her face gently pointing at the gash on it.

"Oh I visited the band. Which by the way they sound amazing. And Jason showed up. I stood up for the guys and you and then he decided to punch me. It's worse than it looks." She explained

"I'll rip his head off the next time I see him. No one hurts you and gets away with it." Eddie threatened

"Okay let's just cool down and hey look at this!" Marguerite said diverting Eddie's attention to one of the bags of food.

The night had been peaceful after that. Marguerite cooked a box of Mac and cheese and her and Eddie unearthed a old Polaroid camera from a desk in Rick's home. They took goofy pictures until the film ran out and the floor was littered with developing pictures.

"Oh this one's the best!" Marguerite giggled

"That one is just of me." Eddie said

"Exactly. That's why it's best." She replied

"Well I think this one's by far superior." Eddie said picking another picture up where he and Marguerite were flipping the camera off.

"What about this one?" Marguerite said picking another up and finding it was the one they took of them kissing

"Mmm nevermind. That one's perfect " Eddie said barely looking as he began placing kisses down her neck.

"Eddie we can't." She said as his hands began wandering lower and lower

"Why not? We haven't done it in like 4 days " Eddie whined

"Stop acting like a horny teenager. Let's clear your name and then we can have the hottest victory sex ever." Marguerite laughed

"Promise?" Eddie asked

"Promise." Marguerite smiled

Eddie reached for their beers and handed Marguerite's to her.

"To the hottest victory sex ever!"

[beerecordings]

I read Part 21 twice, once at the very beginning of the run cuz it was RIGHT THERE, yaknow? and then once again at the end of the run, and at first when we were with Jameson and it described how he was under the metal thing with the blankets on top, I thought it meant that there was a metal dog crate in there and that there were a bunch of blankets over it, and I had no context for the social dynamics, and I was like “oh! That’s nice, someone put blankets over the crate so it was more cave-like, dogs like that better than having it exposed.”

Which taken in context is a little horrifying, like they put him in “containment” and it ends up being just a room with a dog crate that has a couple blankets on top and nothing inside???? That’s definitely gonna have a positive effect on their mental health, great way to get them to want to be human again.

But then when I was reading it again something either Sean or the cop (who I’m going to pretend is Max, he seemed nice and he brought JJ food, even if it didn’t work out. I’m also pretending he’s the one who was like “yeah dudes, seriously, just call Seán, leave them alone and let them breathe.” The two multiversal constants of the Beeregard Cinematic Universe are Boots Moses and Max, and they must exist in all stories) said made me realize “oh DUH he’s hiding under a BED” which, lesbe real, must be pretty spacious to fit a Whole Boy under it. Cuz even my Abby has to get down and army crawl to get under most beds, and even as a goldendoodle with standard poodle in her, she be a small pubby. But she heckin loves being under beds. We call it spelunking.

But also, Mr Entity-That-Is-The-Brighton-Police-Department, why is there not a dog bed as well? The person bed is obviously high enough off the floor such that a Big Wolfy Boy can fit underneath, so if a wolf is recently tranq’d or if their legs or hips have any problems or injuries, they might have a hard time jumping up onto it! Give them a dog bed on the floor that’s of comparable quality to the person bed! And usually there are like toilets and sinks for people in cells, right? Containment sounds like it can easily be an overnight thing, so these would be overnight cells, right? So WHY aren’t there like doggy training pads or one of those doggy litter box things? Or heck, a spot with a sloped floor drain where they just go. LET THE BOY PEE. THE PUBBY NEEDS TO PEE, YOU MONSTERS.

I don't think it's necessarily that there's nowhere for a human to use the bathroom, I think JJ is just in dog mode and wouldn't think to use it. I didn't go into any more detail than what he would understand. there could be a toilet in the room or an adjoining room, he was just hiding. and yes it's a bed! but there may not be convenient places for him to sleep or use the bathroom because, as we've seen, the police are not that accommodating