#what if he purred

[alexthesillybilly]

OK BUT I NEED TO RANT MORE ABOUT TOUCH STARVED SPRINGTRAP THAT MAN HAS NOT HAD HUMAN CONTACT OF ANY KIND IN 30 YEARS. YOU CANT EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH HE NEEDS IT NOW. HHHRHGGHh.

at first hes definitely gonna be avoiding any sort of touch out of fear because its so unfamiliar.

but like something sets it off, whether its accidental touches or you trying to clean off a part of the suit slightly-

somehow it happens and all those years of touch starvation rush back in.

and hes trying to hide it but you watch as he makes excuses, reasons to be close to you, anything.

but eventually you notice- he's not great at being subtle about it - so you start to do the same, you almost just want to see his reaction. he seems to freeze up every time, though in a way you can tell is positive.

and after a while it turns into what he was needing the most- you'd just let him melt into your arms, running your hands through the suit's fur, you swore you heard him purring- and for the first time in so long, he was finally allowed relief from some of the constant pain he was in :)

[superbat-love]

Batman and Superman being playful with each other.

[tiny-chubby-bird]

leon's breathing while there's an enemy nearby.

[martybaker]

Meowpheus curling up on Hob’s chest and purring, that’s all that’s the post

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

WEEWOO IM HERE FOR THE EVENT!! (also smth I noticed, you can't copy paste your moots @ from one post to another, bc they don't receive the notif;_; I checked my mentions for your @ and uh- nope)

ANYWAY "nights spent in" with Leona pls (or Ruggie or Kalim or Jack or Jamil 💀💀) I just want a lazy night with takeout and cuddles and looking at the city/town from the hotel or room balcony in peace but I also need this frigging degree-

Nights Spent In; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, so much fluff, gender-neutral reader, romance

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; I came up with a whole meal for this and I want everything. All of the food mentioned is North Indian vegetarian food, except for Leona's. Best of luck with that degree, Soru!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You were lounging on the sofa on the balcony, a light breeze coming off the waves helping cut most of the heat from the day as night slowly painted the sky in a deep navy. Honestly, you could fall asleep right here, since you were warm and very comfy. Count on the royal family of the Sunset Savannah to spare no expense, even when it came to their balcony furniture for the smallest of their vacation homes. 

Speaking of the Kingscholars, Leona had said that he was going out to grab you both dinner, which would have shocked anyone else, but he put in the work when it came to you. You were the exception. Of course, though, he expected something in return, which was usually either using you as his pillow or giving him a kiss… or several until he was satisfied with how fast he could make your heart flutter. Smug bastard…

“Hmm, I went through all the trouble of gettin’ you food and here you are nearly passed out,” he sighed, having sneaked up on you. But he sighed, putting the food down.

Leona leisurely walked over to you before promptly laying on top of you and resting his chin on your shoulder, trapping you. He let out a long sigh and bumped his head against yours.

Taking the message, you started scratching behind his ears and hummed. “I thought I had to pay you back after we ate,” you mused.

He chuffed, but his tail was slowly waving back and forth in a relaxed manner, he was only putting on a show. “You can pay me now and then,” he grumbled, looking up at you and raising a brow expectantly.

You knew that face, it was the face that he made when he wanted a kiss but didn’t want to say it. “You can get the rest of it, but after we eat-” your stomach made a low rumble underscoring your statement. “Before I decide to eat you instead,” you joked, and poked him in the ribs to prompt him to get off you.

Leona rolled his eyes, but yielded, he wanted his damn kisses sooner rather than later. Plus the last time he had decided to lay on you and prevent you from getting food, you had indeed bit him. Even though you didn’t really leave a mark, it still stung a bit, and he would rather not get teased by the others if they found out it had happened again.

“What did you get by the way,” you asked. Whatever it was smelled divine. Your stomach gurgled even louder, sounding more akin to some beast demanding food.

Leona chuckled a bit at the commotion, but brought the food out. “Went to a small place, family run and owned,” and he brought out several containers of food. He looked at his order, “Malai kofta, raita, paratha, mattar paneer-”

You saw one other container and raised a brow.

“Rogan josh,” he answered, swiping the container away from you.

You rolled your eyes at him, but you were more than happy at the food he had got, and knew that he left a hefty tip even though he would deny it. Not only had he made you, and your ravenous stomach’s, night, but also the restaurant owners’ as well. 

Now content and full of food, the both of you laid in bed, your legs intertwined. “Thanks for getting dinner,” you hummed, feeling the sleepiness from earlier returning.

Leona turned his head to you, and rubbed circles on your hip, slowly. He was wearing the same expectant look again. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” But there was no smugness, Leona was full and just as tired as you, so he was more like a tired kitty looking for some love.

You shuffled over and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, and he let out a tired sigh, pupils dilating into round saucers. “I love you,” you placed another kiss on his lips before placing one on his scar and lingering there.

He bumped his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know… I love you too.”

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii @leonistic

[pressedink]

evan is the cat that never lets you pick it up without a fight and rarely shows physical affection

so when he curls up in barty's lap, barty is stuck and more than happy to be

he doesn't move a muscle, fully content to stay perfectly still so evan is as comfortable as possible and doesn't leave

barty is over the moon evan chose him, and he will sacrifice all feeling in his legs to keep him

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

it's one of my favourite personal headcanons that Scorpius has a grey fluffy pet cat with a clipped ear and three legs that he found abandoned as a kid and was like, yep mine, and bonded over this unwanted creature cause hes like omg people dont like me very much either!! and this cat is intelligent and loyal as hell and hisses at people he doesn't think are good for Scorpius lmao

Scorpius is general has a habit of of collecting unwanted and perhaps damaged things. he has loads of creepy and broken ornaments all over his room. but I do not only mean inanimate objects, pets and people (*cough* albus *cough*) also apply

he collects them all because he can relate to them, and because he knows he can love them

[sobie-is-scared]

I think Dead Boy Detectives doesn't get enough credit for introducing us to THE pathetic little meow meow of all times. The wettest of all wet cats. He's lived for centuries, he loves fashion, he fell in love with someone he saw once and got rejected, he died for his one sided crush, he keeps threatening people who find it midly annoying at best, he's bisexual. I didn't say his name, but he popped into your head.

[cherryhrat]

Logan purrs bc I fucking said so

Fr tho not nearly enough people hc him as purring like are you kidding me he's practically made for it.

Tho if he was able to do it I don't think he'd do it that often or around that many people. He'd just get the urge here and there when he's feeling super content and/or happy and have to desperately stamp it down bc are you kidding The Wolverine??? Purring??? He'd be ruined. But here and there around certain people or when alone??? He'd totally purr. And I can def see him doing the comic I drew after getting Super close to someone as a way to be vulnerable while still maintaining a distance by fucking with them

[buttdumplin]

Thinking self-indulgent thoughts regarding the 141 boys and their little quirks with a spanish speaking reader. Some stumbling through their accents, some begging for more, some keeping their own knowledge of the language secret. I might come back to this later...

[spaciebabie]

so like

[ginger-futch]

Woe, cat be upon ye Poppy Playtime AUs!

(Wanted to send a few of those PPAU blogs where there was no Hour of Joy to see how the toys would handle just a random cat running loose in the facility, but felt a little spammy at the idea of sending the same prompt to multiple blogs, so I'm just posting it here for anyone to interact with at their own discretion.)

[thelostmoongazer]

I give only the most important updates to the Tumblr girlies: Scottie is no longer bald <3

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

the idea about childe’s one earring actually being a part of a set he shares with you…………. remarkably unwell. the angst. the potential. the sweet reuniting and “you still have it?” “it was all i had left of you.” gonna be thinking about this forever i think.

you. you get it.

it's a token you always keep with you, some way or another, hanging it from your own ear or your neck if your ears are unpierced. it's a simple earring, really, made of a few beads and a scarlet crystal- and yet it's one of your most prized possessions. sometimes when you're particularly lonely you'll perch on the windowsill and fiddle with the red jewel, staring idly out at the gently falling snow

you're nervous when Ajax- Tartaglia- is scheduled to return. you've both grown so much, will he even still remember you? or will he brush you away in favor of more training, because it was always more training. you gulp nervously when you catch sight of that familiar head of ginger hair, gnawing on your tongue as you watch the Eleventh Harbinger greet his family- but then he makes a beeline for you, wrapping you in his arms with a delightful grin, holding you by the arms when you stumble back in surprise. his eyes, deep blue and with the same hint of spark that you always seem to see, soften, and his fingers brush over the crimson gem hanging from the earring

"We missed you."

that's all he says, a gentle smile on his face, and you simply nod as you swallow back your tears and hug him back. Tartaglia's- no, Ajax's- arms snack around your waist and squeeze firmly, one hand morphing discreetly into an armored claw and stroking your hair because Legacy too wants nothing more than to hold you tightly and take a nap. Ajax leans forward to press his forehead against yours, his own earring glittering with every turn, and as you smile he lets out a quiet, heartfelt purring noise

[thecatwinking]

catwin meet-cute except its a 'ghost boys but not detectives!' AU where charles and edwin ended up inexplicably working in (read: using the materials of) a craft store to try and bring some more artistic joy to their lives-after-death (sparked by a recently met Crystal telling them they need to be more rounded and no, edwin, spending your entire afterlife in a library wont solve the problem of you being completely ignorant towards every art and creative subject there is beyond literature).

edwin and his thick knitting needles and soft, cozy balls of yarn, bundled up near the window in a scarf and a thick wollen jumper, attracts the attention of a sleepy cat king, drowsy after a day of negotiating territories with a neighbouring cat ruler. surely the pretty boy with a soft bed of yarn on his lap wouldnt object to a feline friend taking a nap with him in the calm atmosphere hes created?

[aziraphaledefensesquad]

Perhaps semi-controversial opinion?

While the popular fanon here is Crowley didn’t realize he and aziraphale were so obvious, I propose:

Crowley has no frigging clue that his desire to hang out with aziraphale, wish to see aziraphale live to his potential, his admiration for aziraphale is a THING classified by humans as LOVE. Im also uncertain he knows aziraphale has been in love with him for eons in return, or if he just assumes it’s part of aziraphale’s unique love for all things. And not particularly pointed his way.

He seems far too blown away. He is still doing addition while aziraphale has been doing multipication. Aziraphale appears to have been gone for him since angel!crowley existed, notice me sempai style, and it just grew stronger. I propose aziraphale figured out there was subconscious reciprocation on crowley’s part in 1941 (from his own holy shit moment). From then on, particularly after s1 ends, he’s light years ahead. He’s already thinking of them as an ‘us’. It seems like he’s attempting to ease Crowley into the idea, to show Crowley it could be better. I bet he’s already bought the cottage property decades ago and it’s just there, waiting.

Crowley is mentally still thinking early S2 that living out of his car and hanging out with aziraphale and sussing out the gossip of hell is this amazing life Gabriel is interrupting. Like this is as good as it gets. His precious peaceful existence. It’s actually pretty meh compared to what aziraphale is angling toward, but it’s not even an option on crowley’s radar.

It seems What he knows is this: he grows content around aziraphale. Lets his guard down. Wants to guide him towards what he thinks is a better life. Is amused by him. Wants to take him places, bring him things, to see him happy and enjoying himself. Being around aziraphale feels good to Crowley. And yet! It is quite possible he has no clue that this is love. (And he loves his car too, but I also don’t think he recognizes it as that)He’s been jaded by life, by some human actions, by heaven, by hell. But things are nice in his car. Things are nice around aziraphale.

Nina basically just fishslapped Crowley with the idea that the Thing he’s been feeling is love. Holy shit? Love? What the heck? How could this be? Anxiety ensues. And clearly it’s throwing him off and is cemented in the final 15 because he already knows shit’s going down, so more anxiety, then to top it off, metatron pops in and stirs up anxiety with an added bonus of dread. No wonder he’s so emotional. He is so frazzled and confused and hurt and also likely stunned he is in love or that he even could love (some heavenly ptsd perhaps) and now the one he loves is making a decision that is just soooo entirely wrong and out of crowley’s realm of protection and possibly doing something either he or other fallen angels have tried in the past and were punished for.

I have so much love for Crowley and how utterly discombobulated he must be with this discovery. Which is why I really do think he didn’t know he loved aziraphale.