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droopycoquette · 7 months

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2. Breakfast And Obsession

Summary: Is it normal to think about your neighbor this much?

Warnings: Fluff

Italics = Mapi's Thoughts/POV

Word Count: 2.2k

Series Masterlist

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You woke to your cat sitting on your chest and after days of waking to Bagheera screaming, it was a very welcomed change. The thought of Bagheera made you smile, specifically, thoughts of his owner.

You got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, your cat following closely behind. You began to sluggishly make breakfast and you couldn't help but wonder what Mapi was up to today while you did. You knew she must be busy with practice, but a sliver of hope wiggled its way into your chest. Maybe she was still home.

You cracked a smile at the idea of morning Mapi. Would her hair be a bird's nest, and would her face be puffy? Maybe she was cuddly in the morning.

As you finished with your breakfast, avocado toast, you glanced over at the clock on the wall.

"I think I have time to make her some too," you whispered to Aella. "That's a friendly thing to do, right?"

Aella blinked at you as she laid on the counter.

"And I'll get your breakfast as well, Princesa," you chuckled, adopting Mapi's nickname for the cat. "Hopefully she's home."

You grabbed another plate and hurriedly fixed another plate of food before opening a can of cat food for Aella, pouring it into her bowl.

"I'll be right back," you called to the cat as you walked into the hallway with a plate of food.

Raising your fist and knocking on the door a nervousness entered your stomach, a good kind. The kind that makes you want to run in circles and giggle. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Mapi, of her reaction to your cooking and of seeing "morning Mapi."

|*|

Mapi stood over the sink, brushing her teeth and humming a song that she had heard on the radio at some point in time. She was in a good mood, and she had a feeling it had something to do with her beautiful next-door neighbor.

"I think she was really nice," Mapi says through the foam in her mouth. "And I know you liked her."

Bagheera meowed from his perch on the toilet, watching as Mapi finished brushing her teeth.

"Maybe I could see her again later today," Mapi calls as she walks to the living room.

Sitting down, she begins to look through her bag, making sure she had everything she needed for the day. She was about to get new socks when she heard a knock on her door.

|*|

The door opens, revealing curious Mapi.

"Hey Reina," Mapi grins as she leans against the door frame, crossing her arms, unconsciously flexing.

Morning Mapi is not here to greet you; the footballer is already wide awake. Damn it. Maybe next time. But, on the bright side, her muscled arms were on full display and with them, her tattoos.

"Hola Mapi," you greet. "I made two servings. So, I thought that maybe you'd like some."

Mapi notices the plate in your arms. The food looked fucking delicious.

"That looks amazing. I'm culinarily impaired so any food is appreciated."

That makes you perk up, "Really! I love cooking so I tend to make more than I actually will eat. Would you like to come over and eat together sometimes?"

You cooking for me? Sign me the fuck up!

"That sounds grea-"

Bagheera cut her off as he walked between her legs to you, rubbing himself on your shins.

"Hello handsome."

You lean down to scratch the top of the black cat's head, resulting in a loud purr.

"Everyone loves you," Mapi laughed.

"I'm very lovable," You grin.

"Yes, you are."

You pause as a heat enters your cheeks. Mapi watches as your brain short circuits, an adorable show that Mapi is happy to watch.

"Hey, I think we forgot to exchange phone numbers last night. Do you think we could do that now," Mapi calls, running into her apartment and returning with her phone.

"Yes," you say, snapping out of your daze. "That sounds good."

Mapi hands you her phone and, while you put your phone number into her contacts, she takes the time to take you in. How your lips slightly part as you concentrate, how your hair falls, how your legs shift back and forth. Speaking of your legs, your pajamas consisted of a very large T-shirt and very small shorts. Your legs were on full display.

Yes ma'am

Now, on the pervert scale, Mapi was up there so the Spanish woman appreciated the view very much. In fact, she couldn't wait to watch you walk away.

"Done," you smile. "Oh, and here."

You hand the plate of food to Mapi with a smile.

"Thanks."

You stood there with an eager look, looking at the plate then at her then back at the plate.

Why are you so cute?

"Well?"

"What," Mapi asked.

"Are you going to try it," you ask, a slight pout finding its way to your lips.

"Oh, Right! Come in," Mapi laughs.

You follow Mapi into the kitchen excitedly, still beaming at the sight of her. She sets the plate of food on the counter and takes a seat. You pull up a chair beside her.

"Avocado toast is one of my go-to breakfast foods," you explain as Mapi takes a bite, watching her intently and holding your breath.

Mapi hums, her eyes closing slightly as she savors the flavor.

Is there anything you can't do?

"Fuck, this is good," Mapi moans.

Relief floods through you, glad that she enjoys your cooking. "I'm glad you like it," you grin.

"Like it? Baby, this is Michelin star worthy. I love it."

Baby? She called you baby!

Mapi watched once more as your brain fizzled and cracked, almost seeing the steam coming out of your ears due to the shutdown. She had to look down to prevent herself from smiling. Fuck was she blushing?

Mapi clears her throat hesitantly. "So, uh, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out later today?"

"Yes!"

Both you and the tattooed woman pause at the lack of subtleness that your response had.

"I mean, that would be lovely," you corrected yourself. "Maybe I could give you a cooking lesson? I could come over here or we could go to a grocery store to pick up ingredients first and then come back here. Unless you don't want to then-"

And there you go with your spiraling.

A sweet look spread across Mapi's face as she gazed at you. From the way your eyes held every emotion to how plump your lips were, you were perfect. She wanted you and she couldn't deny it anymore.

"Does that sound good," You finally ask.

"Yes, that sounds amazing," Mapi grins, snapping out of her daze.

"Perfect."

|*|

Mapi watched as her neighbor left her apartment and, the moment the door closed, began to run up at down her apartment. Excitement flooding her veins and flowing into her muscles.

"I have a date, Bagheera!"

Her cat watches as she begins to run out of breath, falling onto her bed with a smile before hopping back up and realizing, she's going to be late to practice.

|*|

"I have a date, Aella!"

The black cat, blinks at you, before meowing softly.

"I know," you grinned, dancing around your kitchen, before freezing. "Shit, I got to get ready for work!"

|*|

"Why are you smiling so much," Alexia asks, panting alongside Mapi.

"What do you mean," Mapi gasps, her calves on fire.

"Rest!"

Both Mapi and Alexia jog over to the water cart, Alexia watching Mapi with a raised eyebrow but decided to let it go.

The football player's mind was on you for the entire practice. On your smile and, if she was being honest, your legs.

|*|

On your way home from work, you could be found with an unabashed smile, you had no reason to hide. You were ecstatic. You couldn't wait to see Mapi and learn more about her, maybe even...

You had to physically shake your head at the thought of kissing her.

Let's get to be friends first, you thought to yourself.

You made your way up the stairs, humming a tune that had been stuck in your head for a while, before coming to a halt.

|*|

"Adios a todos," Mapi waved. "Nos vemos manana."

"Adios, Mapi," everyone responded.

Mapi left the locker room with a pep in her step, practically running to her car. Her face stuck in a permanent smile; she hadn't felt this way in a long time. The butterflies, the constant smiling, and the nagging need to see someone. It made Mapi's heart race; it wasn't something she was used to, but it was something she missed.

The football player sped down the road, reaching the apartment in record time. Bounding up the stairs, Mapi eagerly knocked on your door and paused. Then again. Then again.

"Noo," she whined, practically slamming her forehead against your door.

She trudged back to her door and into her apartment, throwing her backpack onto her sofa. She was greeted with the soft purrs and chirps from Bagheera, rubbing himself on her calve and letting his tail wrap around it.

"Hello" Mapi giggled, leaning down to pick him up. "She's not home, yet."

Mapi pouted against Bagheera's silky coat, walking to her room and setting him down onto the bed. She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her arms wrapping around the fluffy feline. Mapi couldn't help but feel disappointed that you weren't home yet. She had been looking forward to seeing you all day. But as she lay in bed with Bagheera, the thought occurred to her that maybe this was a good thing. Maybe this would give her some time to prepare for when you did come over later. Mapi wanted everything to be perfect when you arrived.

Mapi rolled over on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't wait to see you again. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. It was all so new and exciting. Mapi knew that she had to take things slow, but she couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

As she lay there, lost in thought, she snapped up.

"I cannot see her looking like this Bagheera, what am I doing?"

She hopped up and got to work, sifting through her closet before picking out an outfit. She then got to work on tidying up. She dusted and wiped down every inch of her apartment until it was spotless. Mapi even went as far as to light some scented candles, hoping to set a relaxing and romantic ambiance.

Finally, after what felt like forever, she was done.

"Maybe she's home now," Mapi thought out loud.

Bagheera meowed in response to her remark. Walking over to the door as if to convince her to go knock on her neighbor's door again.

"Okay, I'm going, I'm going," Mapi sighed.

Walking across the hallway and planting herself in front of your door. Knocking three times, she waits. Then again. Then again.

"Fuck," Mapi groans.

Turning around, her back against your door, she slides down until her butt hits the floor.

"Why aren't you home yet," she sighs to herself, hitting her head against your door.

As the dirty blond sat there, she could hear Aella meowing in your apartment. And, before she could respond to the little princess, she heard your voice.

|*|

"Mapi?"

You watched as the footballer hurriedly stood up. When she did, your breath was taken away. Her hair was down, this was your first time seeing her hair down and she look gorgeous. She was dressed in a short sleeve button down, cropped just enough for you to see a sliver of her abs, and baggy jeans with a carabiner hooked on one of the belt loops.

"Hola, mi Reina," she smiled. "Qué tal?"

"I'm good," you giggled. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you, actually," Mapi blushes. "I got home a little early."

"Oh, well aren't you sweet," you smiled, feeling your heart race. "Thank you for waiting for me. I'm sorry I'm late. Work ran longer than I expected."

Mapi waved off your apology, her eyes locking onto yours. The attraction between the two of you was palpable, the air thick with tension and anticipation.

"Well, the wait was worth it," Mapi replied, stepping closer to you.

Both of you paused, as Aella's meowing could be heard through your door.

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."

"I was actually planning on leaving the country," Mapi jokes.

"You're not funny."

"Yes, I am."

You scoffed as you entered your apartment. And, as soon as the door closes, breathe out a huge sigh. You hadn't expected her to be so perfect, so Mapi. Aella rubs against your leg, and you lean down to pet her.

"What do you think, girl?" you whisper, rubbing behind her ears. "She's pretty amazing, right?"

Aella purrs in response, and you smile. You're nervous, but excited at the same time. You've never felt this way before, but you're ready to explore these new feelings.

Rushing to change and put your stuff, you recount your date plans to yourself.

You take a deep breath and open the door, finding Mapi still waiting for you. She's scrolling through her phone and leaning against the wall but looks up as soon as you step out.

"Ready to go?" she asks, standing up.

"Yes!"

#mapi león #mapi leon x reader #woso #woso imagines #The Parent Trap(Cat Ver.)#barca femeni x reader

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forever-rogue · 9 months

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hello neighbor [1]

AN | So…what if you moved to a new apartment and Eddie Munson was your neighbor? What if he also had an adorable little black cat? Things could get interesting! 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Older!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 5.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

Part 2

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You grunted, an admittedly unattractive sound, as you dragged the last of your boxes out of the elevator and towards your new apartment. It was down the hall, at the end naturally, but it was so close. You’d managed to do pretty much everything by yourself, except for the new furniture that had been delivered, you’d let the delivery people handle that. But at the end of the second day of moving, your body was tired and you were ready to crash and call it a day. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.

It was just these damn boxes that needed to be brought. You hadn’t labeled them, a silly mistake on your part, and you weren’t sure if it was items you actually possessed or if somehow you’d acquired several boxes of rocks. With a groan you resorted to sliding them down the hall, thanking whatever was out there in the universe that the floor was smooth tile. It would take a few minutes but then it would all be done and you’d be all moved into your new apartment in New York City.

“You alright there?” the inquisitive voice caught you so off guard that you almost tumbled over the boxes laid out in front of you. You felt an arm wrap around your waist before you could collide with the floor, and were hoisted back to your feet, "easy there."

"I- umm…" almost every coherent thought left your mind as you stared at the handsome man in front of you. He was tall, tatted, with long, curly hair in a messy bun at the top of his head. A megawatt smile was on his features as he arched an eyebrow curiously, "uh huh."

Smooth.

"Let me give you a hand," he was already moving towards the boxes, ignoring the surprised look on your face, "you must be the new girl. I live right across the hall, which makes us neighbors."

"Oh," your cheeks immediately warmed up as you realized that not only had you made a fool out of yourself in front of an attractive older man, that same man happened to be your new neighbor, "oh."

"Oh," he teased softly, easily scooping up one of the boxes, "I'm Eddie. Got a name, new neighbor?"

You managed to choke your name, almost making it sound like a question. Eddie grinned as he repeated it, almost as if testing it out to see if he liked it. All you could do was nod dumbly as you watched him set the box in front of your door, easily followed by the other one, “t-thank you. So much.”

“Don’t mention it,” he scoffed as it was almost offensive that you hadn’t tracked him down and asked him to do it, “I can bring them inside if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah,” you reached into your pocket and fiddled for a moment before you fished out your key and unlocked the door. You cringed when the door opened to reveal the mess of boxes that you still needed to unpack and put away. If he was bothered by it, he didn’t show it, instead stacking them neatly near the door, “sorry about the mess, but thank you so much.”

“Mess?” he surveyed the space and shook his head, “you’re just movin’ in! I’d be more surprised if you were some kind of psycho that already managed to get everything put away.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips and Eddie couldn’t help the way he looked you over, drinking you up with as much respect as possible, “listen, I had enough of a hard time getting all of this up and in here by myself. It’s going to take a bit to get everything sorted and put away.”

“Hold on - “ his eyes widened as he pinched the bridge of his nose; you hadn’t noticed the fact that he had his nose pierced before but it was another detail that added to his attractiveness, “you’re telling me you did all of that by yourself?”

“Umm…yes?”

“Oh no,” shaking his head, he reached for your hand and held it tenderly in between his, “you should have asked me-”

“I didn’t even know you existed until about five minutes ago!” you already liked the absurdity of this man. You were grinning like an idiot at him, well aware of the fact but not fighting it.

“I should have been home and known to help!” he sighed dramatically, “well - anytime you need help with anything please feel free to come and ask.”

“Eddie-”

“I mean it,” his voice was soft but sure. Normally, if a man was being this upfront from the start, you’d have run far away and never looked back. But there was something about him that was warm and inviting and left you with a healthy dose of curiosity, “I’m right across the hall. Especially if you’re going to be living alone…”

“I’m single,” you blurted before you could even think about it and you wanted to slap yourself. He didn’t need that detail…he definitely was not even asking for that but here you were volunteering information, “I, ugh, just mean yes, I’ll be living alone.”

“Right,” there was a smile on his face and his cheeks pinked slightly, “so if you need anything don't hesitate. That’s what neighbors are for.”

“Thank you,” you swallowed the nervous lump in your throat as you watched him walk towards the door, “I appreciate it.”

“Of course,” he jokingly bowed before stepping out of your apartment and gently closing the door, “have a good evening, lovely.”

You let out a long sigh before leaning against the door and listening to his retreating footsteps and then the open and close of his own door. How the hell did you manage to get the hottest neighbor ever? And the fact that he was nice, seemingly so anyway, made things that much harder.

You had a feeling that Eddie was going to be trouble. Where that was the good trouble or bad, was still to be determined.

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Over the next couple of weeks you kept more or less of a low profile in your new apartment. It wasn’t that you were actively trying to avoid your extremely attractive neighbor but…you were trying to avoid your extremely attractive neighbor.

And he wasn’t making it any easier. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was doing it on purpose. You always seemed to run into him, especially if it was when you felt like you were particularly unattractive - unbeknownst to you however, Eddie found you incredibly attractive any time he saw you.

He was drawn to you, that much he could admit, but he also didn’t want to scare you off either so he figured that he would let things progress at your pace. Even if you just wanted to be friends with him, he was more than happy to take that. He was just curious…like you were about him.

It was late one Friday night, which found you cuddled up on the couch, watching a trashy reality show and eating ice cream, when you heard a knock on the door. Your first instinct was to roll your eyes and ignore whoever was at the door, but curiosity got the better of you. With a heavy sigh, you set down your dessert and padded your way to the door; although you had no clue who it could be at this hour, you didn’t bother to look through the peephole and instead threw open the door.

And regret immediately set in.

There was Eddie, standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest and a wicked grin on his face. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked him over, admiring the tattoos all over his arms, the messy bun of curls on top of his head, and how good the all black looked on him. You spared yourself a quick glance and grimaced; you were in a pair of sleep shorts and an old band shirt - hardly what you would consider cute. Ugh.

“Cute pajamas,” your entire face felt like it was on fire as you tried to make yourself small. He chuckled softly before rubbing at the scruff along his jaw, “c’mon don’t get all shy on me now.”

“H-hi Eddie,” your voice almost came out like a squeak and you were ready for the ground to open up and swallow you whole, “what’s up?”

“Just wanted to come over and see the pretty girl next door,” he flashed you a toothy grin and you were most certainly not alright. He was too good looking and too likable, “and to make sure you were doing alright. Haven’t seen you in a bit and wanted to make sure you’re settling in okay.”

“Wow,” it came out as a breathy whisper that you weren’t entirely sure you wanted him to hear it. He just kept on checking all the right boxes, “umm, thank you. Yeah, I’m, uhh, I’m doing alright. Keeping busy.”

“Good,” you could feel him studying you intently, making you feel shy, “you know you can ask me for help with anything, right? You’re encouraged to ask.”

“I-I know.”

“Good girl,” and yeah…that was enough to make your brain stop working for a moment, “I actually have a little favor to ask of you.”

Sinful thoughts ran through your mind and you’d have been ready to drop to your knees for him, but you weren’t ever going to admit that, “s-sure, anything.”

“I’m going to be out of town for a few days and I was wondering if you could check in on my cat while I’m gone,” you were nodding before you even fully realized what he was asking, “I can leave you the key and show where everything is. She’s pretty low maintenance but she does love some good cuddles.”

“Yes,” alright, that’s another point in his favor, “of course, Eddie. That’s no problem at all.”

"You're a lifesaver," and yeah, maybe he was being dramatic but you enjoyed the praise nonetheless, "I'll make it worth your while, promise."

"Oh, please," you tutted at him and waved your hand around dismissively, "its hardly a bother."

"You're doing me the favor," he looked up at you from under his thick, dark lashes and smiles, "maybe you'll consider letting me take you to dinner."

Oh. Oh. But he had to have meant it in a friendly manner, right? Like two friends going to dinner. If you'd even consider whatever you had going on a friendship.

When he noticed your hesitation, a touch of pink crept into his cheeks. The last thing he would want was for you to get nervous or scared of him.

"Hey, it's alright," he spoke softly, causing you to nod, "think about it. But, whatever you want in return - it's yours."

"Eddie-"

"Do you want to come over tomorrow evening and I can show you around?" The idea of being in his personal space, his sanctuary, made a shiver run down your spine. You were absolutely curious about him and wanted to know more of what his story was. Who was he really? He had to be much more than just your attractive older neighbor.

"Sure," your heart skipped a few beats, "that sounds good!"

"Cool cool cool," he took a step back and rocked on his heels, "come on over when you're home. I'll be around."

"I'll see you tomorrow evening," you leaned against the door, feeling more like a wistful teenager with a big, fat crush than a grown woman. He shot you a quick wink before turning to go back across the hall. Before he disappeared into his apartment, he turned around.

"I meant it earlier," you raised an eyebrow, "cute pajamas - but you're even cuter. See you tomorrow, lovely."

He closed the door gently and left you gaping after him. He really had said that, hadn't he? You weren't sure if you enjoyed his audacity or if it made you want to shrivel up and perish. But Eddie absolutely did not give you the awful feeling that most men did.

So you decided that you enjoyed all that he was throwing at you.

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The next evening found you anxiously standing in front of Eddie’s door. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t rushed home after work and changed before heading over to his place. Maybe a a cute little sundress and a fresh wave of perfume wasn’t what you needed to go over to his place to meet his cat, but it wasn’t not needed.

Before you could even knock on the door, it slowly opened and you found yourself face to face with Eddie. A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you lowered your hand; your brain was currently short-circuiting at the sight of him in a pair of gray sweatpants and tight white t-shirt, his hair on top of his head in his usual messy bun.

“Hey there,” he had one arm raised as he leaned casually in the doorway, making it incredibly hard for you not to start visibly drooling, “I was wondering if you were ever going to knock.”

“How did you…I wasn’t…”

“Heard your door close and then you walked across the hall,” he shrugged as he stepped aside to let you in, “and then you didn’t knock…wasn’t hard to put two and two together, lovely. You look nice."

You weren’t sure how to respond, especially considering that he’d caught you red-handed. Your attention was quickly torn away from him as you looked around his apartment. It was much more grandiose and larger than yours was, and somehow suited him perfectly. He smirked to himself as he watched you look around, your eyes wide and pretty.

“This is…amazing,” you ghosted your fingers along the dark velvet of his couch, “holy shit Eddie. You have like half the floor to yourself!”

“I do - it’s only me and you on this floor,” he raised an eyebrow as realization hit you. That’s why he’d been the only neighbor to come and help you with your move-in struggles, “long story…maybe I’ll tell you sometime.”

You were distracted by the pitter-patter of soft feet, along with the sweetest and daintiest meow you’d ever heard. Sitting at your feet was the cutest cat you’d ever seen and it was almost impossible to hold back your squeal.

“Oh my goodness,” you crouched down to the greet the small black ball of fluff. A pair or orange eyes looked back at you, a pink bow peeking through the midnight fur, “hello there! You’re just the cutest little thing.”

She looked at your outstretched hand for a moment, clearly contemplating whether or not you were trustworthy before rubbing her head against your palm. She started purring almost immediately and much louder than you would have expected of her, “this is Biscuit.”

“Biscuit?!” you cooed at the small cat who had clearly taken a liking to you, “that’s so cute. She’s so cute!”

“She tends to have that effect on people,” Eddie pretended to sigh as he looked down at her, “it’s a hard life. As you can see, she’s very affectionate. She’s a people girl.”

“I love her,” you couldn’t help yourself as you plopped onto the cool, dark hardwood of the floor. Biscuit immediately crawled into your lap in search of further cuddles, “I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to meet her. You’re such a pretty little thing!”

Just like you, Eddie thought to himself. But he wasn’t about to verbalize that just yet. He brushed past you and into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he waited for you to get over your initial excitement with the small cat. After a few moments of cuddles, she made a small sound before slinking over to Eddie.

You stood back up, cheeks warm with embarrassment as you wandered over to him; there was a knowing little look on his face.

"Let me show you where her food and everything is and I can give you the grand tour," Eddie waved his hands around in a grandiose gesture as you giggled at him, "luckily for you there's no real plants around or I'd make you water those too."

"A real shame," you clicked your tongue as you shook your head dramatically, "I'll just have to spend time with Biscuit."

"Tragic," he agreed as Biscuit sat in between the two of you, looking up at you intently, "follow me then ladies, for our little tour."

You felt like a puppy as you followed Eddie around his place, listening to him explain where things were and how he acquired the interesting bits of decor he had. But, to be quite honest, you were busy studying everything in order to learn all about him. He has lots of photos on the walls, ones you hoped to look at when he was gone. Overall, it felt like what you had expected, a sort of minimalist and dark vibe with pops of personality. The best part of all was how cozy and homey it felt.

"And that's about it," he turned around and held his arms out in a grand gesture. You snapped back into attention and wondered if he could tell how lost in your daydream fantasies you'd been, "any questions, comments, and or concerns?"

"Nope," you hoped your smile oozed confidence, "not at all."

"Hmm," he had a way of leaving against the doorway that made him look so effortlessly cool, "well if you need anything or have any questions I'm just a call or text away. Lemme give you my number."

Your mouth felt like sawdust as you fished your phone out of your pocket and unlocked it to hand to him. He put his number in and sent himself a quick message so he'd have your number as well.

"There we are," you took your phone back and smiled shyly at your feet.

"Are you sure she's gonna be okay with me just coming to feed her and change the litter?" The little black was a fluff ball of affection, "she seems like she really loves people."

"You are more than welcome to come over whenever you want to see her," he tried not to immediately imagine you cuddled up on the couch with her in your lap and his arm around your shoulders, "if you'd like, you can just stay over while I'm gone. Fridge is fully stocked and there's the spare bedroom."

"O-oh," the domesticity that came to your mind was overwhelming. Why were you already imagining a whole future with him? You looked down at Biscuit who looked back at you as if she too was awaiting an answer, "I might just have to take you up on that offer."

"Please do," fuck, not the soft little side grin, "I insist. Thank you again for doing this at the last minute…work can be a little unpredictable."

“Work which is…what exactly?” you asked, curious to know what this mysterious man’s day job was. He smiled, a fond little thing, before exhaling slowly.

“That’s a long story for another day,” alright. Now you were just curious, “but I work in the music industry.”

“You’re really going to leave me with that, huh?” you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips as he nodded. A single rogue curl had escaped his bun and bounced along his temple and the temptation to touch it was hard to push it down.

“And what is it that you do then, huh?” he was just as curious about you as you were about him.

“I’m a teacher,” you saw a momentary look of surprise flickered across his face before it settled on impressed, “to a rowdy but wonderful bunch of first graders.”

“Damn,” he clicked his tongue as he gave you the once over, “you’ve really got the whole cute schoolteacher thing going on. Impressive.”

“Shut up,” you playfully gave his arm a push, “hardly impressive compared to what I’m sure you’ve got going on.”

“Beg to differ,” he insisted but you weren’t buying it. He reached down and scooped Biscuit into his arms, “I hate to cut this short, but I have an early flight and should get some sleep. Let me grab you my spare key real quick.”

He reached into one of the drawers of the credenza next to the door and fished out a key. He tucked it into your hand and you quickly made a fist to keep it safe, “have a good flight and safe trip.”

“I will,” your genuine sweetness and concern made his heart kickstart and constrict in a way it hadn’t in a long time, “be safe and have fun here. Please, make yourself at home, I insist.”

“Thank you,” you headed over to the door, but paused with your hand on the doorknob, “will you text me? Let me know your flight was okay and all that?”

“Of course,” and oh my, my, my. He was sure he was blushing like crazy but you were making him feel a type of way, “I’ll text you."

“Good night Eddie.”

“Good night, lovely.”

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To your surprise, and delight, the next morning you woke up to string of texts from Eddie. He ended up giving you a play-by-play of his airport experience (security took forever and he wished he’d have gotten the TSA pre-flight check which he swears he’ll do before the next trip) and then his flight, letting you know when he finally got to California. There was a huge grin on your face as you quickly texted him before getting ready for work.

The two of you ended up exchanging a few texts throughout the day, nothing too deep, but you couldn’t deny how giddy it made you each time you saw his name pop up on your screen. You stopped at the store to get a few things to make dinner and picked up a few treats for Biscuit. You were almost sure that you would just stay at Eddie’s place, and the idea sent shivers down your spine. It was solely to keep Biscuit company, of course. Totally. You had no other real reason to stay over…you doubted your curiosity and nosey nature would constitute a real reason.

You packed up a few things and then took yourself over to Eddie’s pausing for a moment before letting yourself in; this felt so intimate. But as soon as you walked inside, you heard the soft padding of Biscuit’s paws on the hardwood as she made her way over to you, meowing when she realized it was you.

“Hey sweet girl,” you quickly ran into the kitchen and put your things down before giving her your full attention, “I’ve been thinking about you all day, cutie! I can’t wait to cuddle with you and watch some movies.”

She was purring loudly as she weaved her way between your legs and rubbed against you. You decided that even when Eddie was back you’d make some sort of excuse to come over and see her. Before you did anything else, you plopped onto the floor and pulled out your phone; Biscuit wasted no time before hopping into your lap and curling up. You snapped a quick picture of her and sent it to Eddie with a cheeky little caption to prove she was alive.

It was only a few minutes before he texted back, and his simple question made your heart leap and butterflies explode in your tummy.

May I see the whole picture?

You would never admit to how long it took for you to take a photo of yourself and Biscuit that you deemed appropriate enough to send to Eddie. You finally sent one, deciding not to worry about it anymore, and put your phone away. You got back up and started to put things away and familiarize yourself with the kitchen. You were trying so hard not to look at your phone but it was proving to be a hard challenge.

After about fifteen minutes the screen finally lit up as your phone vibrated on the marble countertop. His simple response sent you into a talespin.

Absolutely beautiful.

You squealed softly, trying to contain yourself and focusing on cooking as you put on some music in the background. You typed out a bunch of different responses but couldn’t bring yourself to send one. How was he being so nonchalant and flirty? Within a few moments your phone went off again.

I wonder how many texts you typed and deleted ;) Have a goodnight, lovely and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

This man was going to ruin you - either in a good way or in the worst way possible. You bit your lip as you texted him back.

Good night, handsome.

And with that, you locked your phone and tossed it onto the touch before you flung yourself out of the window. Who even were you right now?!

But you did know one thing - you really enjoyed talking with Eddie.

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You spent the next couple of days flitting between his apartment and yours, opting to spend time over at his because one, you really just wanted to spend time with Biscuit, and two, his place was so cozy and warm.

You and Eddie started to spend your days texting back and forth and while you were ready to see him again but nervous at the same time. You'd been flirting back and forth and it was so much easier to be brave through a phone screen rather than face to face.

The night he was set to come home, you'd gone over to his place to cook dinner and feed your new kitty best friend. You hoped he'd enjoy a nice home cooked meal after having been gone for a bit.

You'd turned on the large television and put some true crime documentary on, cuddling Biscuit as you waited for him to arrive. Dinner and dessert was all ready and now you just needed him.

While thinking about him and all the possible scenarios that could possibly play out…you gave into the tired and heavy feeling and fell asleep. You were sprawled across the couch, the small cat cuddled against you, and snoring softly when Eddie walked through the door.

He was about to call your name but stopped in his tracks when he spotted you. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as he dropped his bags by the door and toed off his boots before padding over to you. He kneeled down at your side, smiling softly when Biscuit peeked open an eye and grew excited to see him.

"Hey little girl," he picked her up and cuddled her to his chest as she purred loudly. The two of them definitely shared a special bond. She kept trying to rub against his hand in search of pets, "missed you too. Looks like you've been in good hands though."

She climbed onto his shoulder and as he delicately draped a blanket over your body. Part of him was tempted to wake you, but seeing you all comfy on his touch did something to him. Plus, and this little detail almost sent him in a tailspin, he noticed you were wearing a Corroded Coffin shirt…which he knew was one of his old ones from the few holes in the collar. You'd really made yourself at home…good.

"Sleep tight, lovely," he whispered softly before grabbing his bags and making his way to his bedroom. This was definitely a homecoming he could grow used to.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You woke up with a start, blinking away the sleep from your eyes as you looked around. Fuck. You were still in Eddie's apartment and it was…almost nine o'clock. Oh no. That meant Eddie was home, and you'd just been right asleep on his couch.

"Hey sleepyhead," you peeked over the back of the couch to find Eddie sitting at the kitchen bar, laptop in front of him and a plate of the food you'd cooked at his side, "nice to see you."

"Eddie," you almost squeaked out his name as you rolled off the couch in your scramble to get up. Eddie immediately jumped off the stool to make sure you were okay. You looked up at him in a daze, with a half smile on your face, "hi."

"Hi," he gently pulled you to your feet as you looked at him with wide eyes. He studied you for a moment before tugging on the hem of your - his - shirt, "I like the shirt. Looks cute on you."

"O-oh," your entire face felt like it was burning, "I'm sorry! My shirt got messy while I was cooking and I just grabbed a clean one from the dresser in the guest room and yeah…"

"Don't worry about it," he gently brushed his knuckles over your cheek, "looks better on you than it ever could on me."

You stared at your feet for a moment, trying to keep your brain from melting, "didn't take you for a Corroded Coffin fan."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow as he gestured to himself, "c'mon, don't insult me like that."

"So you are a fan?"

"A little more than that," he loved that you hadn't immediately put the pieces together, "its my band. Or at least it was until we retired or whatever you wanna call it."

"Holy…fuck," you smacked your forehead as he laughed, "you're…Eddie Munson."

"Hi, it's me," he grinned as he held up his hand in a small wave, "I'm the problem apparently."

"No, I-I umm, didn't realize," you bit the inside of your cheek as you looked at him shyly, "which seems silly but yeah…well, consider me floored and impressed that you, Eddie Munson, are my neighbor."

"Nothing to be impressed over," he was so ridiculously calm about everything, "but now you know-"

"Wait - was that why you were gone!?"

"Well, not entirely. I work as a producer a lot on the side these days," he confessed and you had to work so you didn't audibly sigh wistfully, "you know. But anyways, I'm glad to be home - to see you. How was she?"

"You already know she's the sweetest and cutest thing," you reached down and gently scratched the top of her head, "she was great company. But, umm, I'm glad to see you too."

He huffed in amusement, shaking his head. The silver hairs that were starting to come in somehow perfectly complemented the rest of his dark curls, "you didn't have to make dinner or anything…but I am more than thankful for it. It's been a long time since I've come home and someone's been there."

"Well, you just gotta let me know the dates and times and I'll be there," your heart was fluttering around happily as you tried to gauge his reaction.

"I'd love that," he reached over and gently turned your face up so you were looking into his pretty brown eyes, "I'd also love it if you'd let me take you out."

"Like a…date?" You wanted to melt into a puddle as soon as you asked. But his easy smile made your nerves go away.

"Yeah," he nodded, "just like a real date."

"I'd love to," internally you were screaming, externally you tried to appear as cool and calm as possible. You were desperately failing, "Eddie."

"Yes, lovely?"

"Will you ugh…umm," your voice sounded so small and pathetic, "will you kiss me?"

"Hell yeah," his entire face lit up as you relaxed, "been wanting to do that since the day we met."

"Yeah?" Your eyes turned wide as he leaned in closer, hands settling on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Yeah."

And then he kissed you. Finally.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #older!eddie #st

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walli3darl1ng · 1 year

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Okay hear me out!?

Shapeshifter reader????

Like they can shapeshift into whatever animal, person, puppet. Oh oh! And reader loves to prank the welcome home crew, like one second there wally the next there Barnaby! 'Buying' apples from howdy!

I just love the ideas the morning gives me so here we are lol

From: a new friend 🌜

To: you!💖

BRO reader is such a prankster! Like not to the point of annoyance ( you don’t do it everyday) but to the point that everyone is just cautious and fearful of each other.

I see them having code words or phrases with each other to make sure it’s not you like:

Wally Sees Barnaby

“Hey, Buddy. What’s in apple pie?”

“Wha-apples?”

“Y/n”

“How!-“

You have a unique ability, a gift some say. But you can change forms to who ever and whatever you’ve seen with your own eyes. Sadly, no you can’t change into a mermaid or dragon.

If you physically seen the living organisms or object you can turn into it!

You’re been living at the Welcome Home neighborhood for a while now, you remember the time you first got here.

First terrorizing the neighborhood as the iconic black cat; dubbed ‘the neighborhood’s chaos’ or just ‘Chaos’.

scaring Eddie when he would open up the mailboxes to deliver mail.

“Ah!- Chaos! Off you go!”

Scare the butterflies away when Frank would try and catch them. Using the poor guy as a stepping still to get to them.

“No, Chaos!”

Take Julie’s dolls and hide them.

“No, no, Chaos! Not Mr. Wiggins!”

Steal merchandise from Howdy’s.

“What was that noise? Chaos! You better not be taking the jalapeños!”

Scaring Barnaby…just to scare him.

“Good, good, chaos…Ah!!”

“Barnaby, they haven’t noticed us yet..”

Never leaving Sally alone.

“Chaos, stop, no don’t scratch that!”

And with Wally…well let’s say it’s a love-hate relationship. You’ll mess up his painting, splash around the pant and make Home dirty. Yet, he can’t stay mad at the adorable, big eyed cat face.

“Chaos, you know not to mess with my paints…”

Now you’re not all bad. No you’re misunderstood. You just wanted attention and stumbled about the neighborhood filled with new friends! Poppy’s the only one to see that, she’ll always keep a bowl of good and water for you and will sometimes have you around while she bakes.

Now it’s a big misunderstanding how you manage to join the neighborhood and let’s say it cost you your leg.

You still have it by the way, don’t worry.

They had a meeting about your mischievous ways. And traps were set, one caught you and injured your leg. And to get a better look you changed back to your form but that was the same time they check the traps and saw you.

“Chaos?”

“Yeah-well-I..it’s actually Y/n.”

And that was a few months ago and you’re all healed up. Wally was strolling down the street when he sees you skipping along. And well if you’re you, he doesn’t need to worry.

“Hey, neighbor!”

“Oh! Hi, cutie. Are you going to Howdy’s for an apple? I’m getting a jalapeño.” You smile. You always give the neighborhood nickname and treat them with love because well, that’s how you are! And because you feel bad for terrorizing then for so long.

“Mhm! But I need a favor.”

You walk inside with a chime from the bell above the door and greet Howdy. “Hi, Big Brother!”

“Good afternoon, sweetheart! Are you here for a jalapeño?” He muses with a smile and shuffles your hair.

You nod and hold you arms out with your palms up to receive your treat and then asked him for an apple. For extra sweetness? Regardless he gave it to you.

Next was Wally, who only gets one for obvious reasons.

Then, Barnaby, what’s with everyone wanting apples?

Then it was poppy getting her supply for baking sweets and when he saw that her feathers were a little discolored he knew it was you, but how can he prove it?

“Apples for apple pie, poppy?”

“Well, yeah, of course-“

“Y/n i know it’s you.”

“How?!” You didn’t have time! Run! “Wally! He’s onto us!”

This is the best I could do while listening to this lecture🫠

#welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #welcome home frank #welcome home wally #welcome home poppy #welcome home howdy #welcome home julie #welcome home eddie #welcome home barnaby #welcome home sally

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kaunis-sielu · 2 years

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Sidelines: Headlines

@also-fangirlinsweden thanks for the prompt!

Steve Rogers Dating Cheerleader?

Rookie Cheerleader Snags Football Star!

What We Know About the Cheerleader Who Snagged Steve Rogers Heart!

You roll your eyes and swipe out of the screenshot that Daisy had sent you. You had no idea that this was going to be the reaction to you and Steve kissing on the kiss cam. People clearly have no chill. You didn’t even think of this being an issue, that people would go this nuts over Steve dating someone.

Hey fam, if anyone contacts you about Steve and I dating just don’t say anything please.

You text the family group and while none of them actually say anything they do send you several thumbs up emojis.

You’re grateful that you don’t have to leave your apartment for the next two days. You’ve got a bad feeling that once you do things might get a little nuts. What you don’t expect is the neighbors.

A couple of them show up one day, one with a newspaper in her hand and a scowl on her face. When you pull open the door you’re surprised to say the least. “Can I help you?”

“Is this true?” She asks shoving a paper into your face when you take it and actually get a look at it you see you and Steve in black and white. Much to your horror you look so incredibly besotted with him that you can’t believe that you haven’t heard anything from your brothers. You look positively lovesick. Thankfully, Steve looks equally enamored with you.

“Um, what?”

“Are you dating him?”

“Yes?” You’re not sure why this is her business in any way, shape, or form but apparently it is.

“I don’t like it. Now we’re going to have press hanging out around our building and creeps trying to get in! I think, we think, you should move out.” Wanda has ambled into the doorway behind you during this charming woman’s outburst and she lets out a loud scoff. “Excuse me?” The woman snaps glaring at your roommate, god bless bold best friends because Wanda says,

“You know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you should fuck right off.” She says simply before shoving the door closed in the small group’s face. She flips the lock and you stare at her in wide eyed wonder.

“Have I told you I adore you?” You ask softly and she laughs softly,

“You have, just not today.” You laugh and hug her, “Maybe don’t answer the door for a while.”

“I think that’s a good idea, why the hell should I move out? We supposedly live in a secure building.”

“People are assholes?” She offers with a shrug and you laugh again.

“I mean you’re not wrong.” There’s a pounding on your door again and you move out of the sight line of the doorway as Wanda rolls her eyes and moves back to the doorway. She peers through the peephole before calling,

“Yes?”

“Do Cat and Wanda live here?”

“Who?”

“The Avenger’s cheerleaders, we got a package for them.” She glances over her shoulder at you and you shrug.

“You’re supposed to leave those downstairs.” She calls, “besides, you have the wrong apartment.”

“We’re gonna have to pull our names from the mailbox.” You whisper and she nods before moving away from the door.

“Text Jonah. See if we can put a fake name.” She suggests quietly as you move away from the door.

“Like Stone?” You tease her using Victor’s last name. This has the desired effect and her cheeks turn red.

“Stop it.” She says but there’s no heat behind the comment. Someone raps on the door again and you sigh, your eyes meeting hers.

“Are we gonna have to move?” You murmur and she shakes her head. She makes her way back to the door and lets out a surprised huff of a laugh when she peers through the peephole.

“This is definitely for you.” She tells you unlocking the door and pulling it open. Steve steps inside, a ball cap low on his head and a pair of sunglasses in his hand.

“Steve? Is everything okay? How did you get in here?”

“Your building security is shit.” He says before giving you a little half smile. “Everything is fine Sweetheart. Just checkin’ on you.”

“Hi to you too Steve.” Wanda teases and Steve gives her a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, hi Wanda.” She grins back at him and you roll your eyes. “I just wanted to come check on you. You weren’t answering your phone and I saw the headlines.” He tells you and you wince.

“Sorry. I think my phone is in my room.”

“I just wanted to be sure you were okay.”

“Oh, thank you,” god he’s so fucking sweet you just can’t. “Do you wanna stay for dinner?”

“Or I could take you out for dinner?” He offers, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Um, Wanda and I have a tradition that Sundays are for family style dinner. I’m cooking tonight.”

“I see. You’re sure it’s okay I stay?”

“Wan?”

“I’m good with it. God knows how many times you’ve had to sit through a dinner with me and V.” She teases and you wrinkle your nose at her.

“What are you making?”

“Taco hot dish.”

“That sounds awesome.”

“I’m gonna get started in like a half hour if you wanna help. You don’t have to but you’re more than welcome.”

“Sounds great.”

He ends up helping you cutting the veggies as you brown the meat. You chat as you work and you tell him about your insane neighbors. Dinner is fun, it’s a nice tradition that you and Wanda have and it’s one that you’re glad you can continue with Steve.

🏈🏈🏈

This is a series of one shots, the series isn’t posted in order. If you have ideas for Steve and Cat please let me know.

Tag list:

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#imagine steve rogers au #steve rogers au imagine #steve rogers x reader au #Steve rogers x reader #football!player!steve rogers x reader #football player!steve rogers x cheerleader!reader #football player!steve rogers #football player!steve rogers x reader #sidelines story

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suspiciouslackofclowns · 1 year

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Here are some of my fav personal harringrove headcanons bc I’m bored at work (if I’ve said any of these before, no I haven’t)

Steve normally prefers to drive, but when he’s with Billy he 100% becomes a passenger princess. Like, feet up on the dash, he’s in control of the stereo, has a secret stash of snacks, etc.

Billy is mean in the fun way, where he’ll try to round up the kids for some reason and call them assholes, and just gets giggled at. Steve is mean in the mean way — if Billy playfully starts being a dick, Steve starts being a dick for real because he can’t help it. This almost always ends in Billy’s feelings getting hurt and Steve profusely apologizing with kisses and compliments until his crybaby boyfriend is feeling better.

They both have serious commitment issues and have difficulty professing their love for each other for a long time. Billy is scared to get attached to people because he doesn’t trust that they’ll actually stick around, and Steve is afraid of being too clingy and driving people away.

In addition to that last one, I’m a big believer of Steve’s parents not being super involved in his life, but I hc that he has an aunt on his mom’s side that he’s really close to. I have a whole backstory for her and everything, just haven’t gotten around to putting it in any fics yet. Essentially, she’s the other black sheep in the family, has gone through more divorces than anyone can count, is too “eccentric” to be invited to most family gatherings, and Steve adores her, which pisses his mom off a lot. Steve learns a lot about love languages from his aunt, let’s call her Cheryl, and how he can certainly convey that he loves Billy without outright saying it. I think they’d make a lot of progress with little gestures and signals to let the other know that they care, and they’re here to stay.

When their relationship is better, Billy becomes super protective of Max. Not in the “you can’t date until you’re 30” way, but more in the “that guy’s giving you a hard time at school? I’ll be waiting for him out in the parking lot” way. Steve is protective of all of the kids, including Max, but he often tries to talk things out rather than jump straight to violence.

Billy really likes fist fighting and Steve does not. It doesn’t take much to push Billy into that direction, because he’s still in the c’mon, hit me first so I can end you mindset, and is willing to pummel anyone that bothers to light that fuse. Steve often has to calm him down Chris Pratt Jurassic Park style.

Kind of on the flip side of that, Billy sometimes exhibits these random Burt’s of strength when he gets frustrated or angry, and on a few occasions has picked things up that seem too heavy for one guy. Those things include the refrigerator when it got stuck in the doorway, their neighbor’s cement mixer, and Jason Carver. Steve thinks it’s really hot every time this happens.

Billy’s like a big cat. He’s little spoon, and will always look for excuses to seat himself in Steve’s lap and curl close.

Steve is super into voyeurism and Billy is a capital “w” Whore, so it really works out when they mess around with a third party. The third party in question is typically either Tommy or Eddie (whichever floats your boat).

I think that out of all of the older adults, they would both get along well with Murray.

Steve cooks, Billy eats. Sharing food is one of their discovered languages, and since Steve is so giving and Billy enjoys more than his fair share of comfort food, it works.

As always, chubby Billy rights because I love him. He deserves to have a doting boyfriend who adores and worships him, what can I say? He also deserves to put on some happy relationship weight.

They’re each other’s favorite person in the whole world, and they tell one another as much as often as they can.

#harringrove #a bit of mungrove #and some tomgrove as well #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy & max #I have a lot of ideas cooked up for domestic harringrove #namely ones where they put their roots down in Hawkins and make a life together w the ppl they love #drabble #my writing

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vvatchword · 1 year

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Hobnobbers

Sinclair’s apartment was in Athena’s Glory, only a 30-minute railcar ride from Naomi’s apartment, and “lavish” was an understatement. He had an entire floor to himself. More marble. More gilding. Servants in uniforms, flowers in their buttonholes. A foyer filled with paintings of plantation mansions, figures crushed in their shadows.

When Sinclair had said “small party,” John had imagined a group of a dozen people or fewer. Instead, there were nearer to a hundred, mostly men of middle-age or greater, and a record player crooning beside an open bar. The room was hazy with smoke. Everyone was in black, reflected against windows and polish like a throng of monoliths.

Breathless, Naomi clenched John’s arm, eyes flicking this way, then that, like a cat who had just spied a roomful of mice. He gave her a twisted grin.

“Jesus, kid, what are you so worried about?” he asked. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be out of my element here.”

“Nothing!” she said. “Only this is wonderful! I haven’t met so many of these people.”

“Go wild,” he said, loosing his grip.

But she clung with extra fervor.

“They want to see you, remember?” she whispered.

“Are you kidding?” John asked. “You’re adorable. Every hot-blooded man here would be ecstatic to meet you.”

Her face brightened, and when she turned to him, it was as though her soul embraced him. For a moment, they were both in a little world only they knew. Their noses nearly touched; he could feel her breath on his throat.

“No,” she said softly, her cheek brushing against his. “I’ll go with you.”

“All right.” He hugged her arm against him. “Point the way, then.”

“Sinclair, first,” she said softly. “Oh, he’s one of the biggest players in the whole city. I can’t believe…”

Sinclair was impossible to miss. He had misplaced both jacket and hat. He reclined at the bar on one of the stools, leaning on one elbow, legs flung out, fresh cigar in hand. Another man perched on the stool beside him with a drink, fedora pulled down over his ears. When Sinclair saw them coming, he slapped his neighbor on the arm.

“Well, if it ain’t Johnny Topside and friend,” he said. “Ms. Spunky-second-cousin-from-Boston.”

“Yes, thank you!” Naomi giggled, and took his hand. “Naomi Lucas. I’m so pleased to make your acquaintance. I hope you enjoyed the play.”

“Very much!” Sinclair slapped the bar. “Hey, Vince, get me a mint julep. You folks like bourbon?”

“Of course,” Naomi said. She flushed so prettily. A sweat-dampened curl glistened above her ear.

And she’s coming back with me, John thought, giving her a squeeze.

“And you, Mr. Topside?” Sinclair shook his hand emphatically.

“I never turn down a drink,” John said with a grin.

Sinclair threw his head back and laughed. “That’s what I like to hear! Vince! Two bourbons, neat. Thanks.”

“Who’s your friend?” John asked.

“Me?” The man on the stool squeaked around. The baby-face was unmistakable. “You don’t remember? I’m hurt.”

John’s smile wavered.

“Fontaine,” he said.

“That’s right,” he said. Smoke curled out of his nostrils. “You been making a splash ‘round here lately. I’m ‘preciative. You got that monkey off my back for a while. Hell, that thing you did last night? Fuckin’ glorious. I’ll be laughing for weeks.”

“What?” John asked. “What’d I do?” He started running through his memories. Fuck, they were all so fuzzy. Why’d he have to drink so much?

“He don’t know what he did!” Fontaine said, slapping Sinclair on the shoulder. The two of them started cackling.

“Come on,” John said. “I’m new here. I know jack-shit.”

“Ryan actually went to a party last night,” Fontaine said. “Ava Tate’s. Actress. You know that bird? Yeah? No?”

John scowled, eyes wandering the floor as though her identity might be listed there.

“Of course we know Ava Tate,” said Naomi, perhaps too eagerly. “She’s a legend!”

“Yeah, well, Ryan almost never goes nowhere, but this time he did, and what do you know? Almost no one came,” Fontaine said. “Because everyone went to see you.”

John groaned. “Oh, shit!”

He’d said it too loudly. Some of the partygoers turned to look.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t wanna be you,” Fontaine said. “All I gotta say is, get some padding between you and that bastard. Something to remember around this joint: money solves everything. So I hope you got more fortunes tucked away in those pockets, Johnny-boy.”

Naomi squeezed his arm, hard.

“What can he do to me?” John asked softly.

“Fuck, what can’t he do?” Fontaine asked. “He disappears my boys all the time.”

“Where do they go?” John asked.

Fontaine glanced at Sinclair. Sinclair shook his head, shaking with silent laughter, and took another drag on his cigar.

“To the dirt,” said Fontaine. “Whaddaya think?”

“I thought there was no death penalty here,” John said.

“There is if no one’s looking,” Fontaine said. “So if I were you, I’d make sure everyone’s looking all the fucking time. Except for now, maybe.”

“Now?” John asked. “What’s different about now?”

“It’s just not a good look, us talking here.”

“You mean there are spies?” John asked.

“Not conventionally,” Sinclair said lazily. “I don’t invite the press. But you know how word gets out. And folks do like to talk.”

“Shit,” John said, and grabbed his bourbon.

“Don’t take Frank too seriously,” said Sinclair, snipping a cigar and extending it to John. “He likes seeing folks squirm. And as long as you aren’t buying and selling contraband, well. I can’t imagine how Andy is going to justify a disappearance. Even his security team has standards.” He turned to Naomi. “Sorry about this conversation, miss. Not my usual fare, I must admit. Would you be amenable to a cigarette?”

“Yes, please,” she said. She was no longer bouncing on her feet. A veil had passed over her eyes.

“So you’re the dame who gave up a million dollars,” said Fontaine.

“I am.” She smiled up at him as she lit her cigarette. The lighter lit twin stars in her pupils.

“Is he worth it?” Fontaine asked. “I woulda turned him in, myself.”

“Of course he’s worth it,” said Naomi. “I wouldn’t have done it if he weren’t.” She gave his arm a little squeeze.

John stared glumly over his empty glass, turning it in a little circle.

“Worth it how?” Fontaine asked. “You got yourself a redneck in a tux. I could buy six hundred of those for a year each with that kinda money.”

“You’re talking to me now, aren’t you?” she asked. “I am in a party hosted by the Augustus Sinclair today, am I not?”

“Oh boy,” Fontaine said. “It’s one of these.”

“Frank, Frank. You’re going to give Johnny an ay-poh-plectic fit,” said Sinclair. “Would you folks believe he’s actually in a good mood?” He motioned at the bartender, jerked his thumb at John’s glass.

“I do,” Naomi said. “I’ve met many like him.” Her voice was freezing.

“And yet,” Fontaine said, hitting the last t like a cue on a pool ball, “you’re not my date, thank Christ.” He took a sip of his drink. “Gotta say, you two have been lookin’ cozy.” He made the adjective feel filthy.

“And you opened yet another charity,” said Naomi softly.

“Yeah, I can’t help myself.” He laughed. “You one of those die-hard believers, then? How does it feel, making Ryan squirm?”

“I’m not Ryan,” she said. “Why should I care?”

She could have delivered the question any number of ways. It came out sounding earnest. When she fixed her eyes on Fontaine, it was with a flat expression, like a blank piece of paper.

“It puts a target on your back,” Fontaine said, sticking his cigar in the corner of his mouth. “You care about that? Because you’re a nobody, lady, and being a nobody is dangerous business.”

Although Naomi laughed, she did not blink.

“You’re right,” she said. “Although not in the way you think. Ryan thinks nothing of women, and he will never begin. Nor, I believe, will you. No, of all of us, I am the safest. And that is if Ryan turns against every honest value he has ever cultivated, which I am certain he will not.”

“All of us?” Sinclair said, pressing his hand to his breast. “Damn, darling, what’ve I done?”

“You’re sitting here with Frank Fontaine, darling.” She smiled down at him.

Sinclair slapped his forehead. “Guilty as charged!” he said. “They’ll throw me in the trench at this rate.”

John had turned his shoulder to the trio and focused on his bourbon, calculating exits. But Sinclair grabbed at his elbow.

“Johnny, did you have any idea this woman is using you to get into parties?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, fellas,” John said, knocking back the rest of his drink. “I don’t think this conversation is for me.”

“No, no, Johnny, don’t head out.” Sinclair rocked up to his feet in one fluid motion, cigar champed down. “This is Frank’s real crime: chasing away my guests.”

“Now I’m confused,” said Fontaine. He drew a circle with his cigar. “I thought we was having a good time.”

“You always have a good time,” said Sinclair. “Don’t get too rowdy while I’m gone, you hear?” He slapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, Johnny. You, me, let’s go work the room, eh?”

Naomi took a sip of bourbon, her eyes hooded. Her overcoat gapped a little, and all that John could see underneath was skin. Fontaine stared without reserve.

“Naomi,” John said pointedly, throwing out a hand, “you said you wanted to meet some folks?”

“Of course,” she said, rising languidly. “I think I just saw my old ad manager. I’d love to say hello.”

“Good! Good!” Sinclair threw his arms over their shoulders. “This way.”

John staggered a little as he dropped off the stool.

“Good luck there, buddy,” said Fontaine. “Enjoy the time you got left.”

“Don’t worry about Frank,” Sinclair said as he pushed them into the crowd. “He loves drawing blood.”

“And you?” Naomi asked.

“Oh, I do imbibe,” Sinclair said. “But I’d hate for that to be your only impression of me. Frank brings out the worst in everyone. Alas! I am no exception. Now, what say we meet some more cheerful sorts?”

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Alright, bored as hell in the hotel room because nobody is up-

Here's a list if Sherlock fanfics that I havent gotten around to writing:

teenlock fic: John is a transfer from Edinburgh (idk if that's a thing but it is now) to London Academy because his mom finally left his dad and they moved to london. Sherlock is known as the weird freak who hates everyone. Though in their first block class (chemistry) John sits next to Sherlock and they become friends by the end of the day. Apparently they live pretty close to each other so they meet up after school every day, and they eventually start dating.

kidlock/magic au fic: John and his family move to a cottage that their dearly departed grandmother left for them. And its next to these woods. And there's a family of cats that live there as well. long story short, John (10) meets Sherlock (8 in human years) in cat form one night and he sleeps on John's chest. John proceeds to take care of the cat until one day in the woods, a boy in a black coat appears and introduces himslef as Sherlock. Yada yada, Sherlock trusts him enough to tell him that he's the cat. Then John takes Sherlock with him to university, but when he leaves for the army, he leaves Sherlock with Mrs. H who already knows about him. Mycroft chose to stay in human form more often and he occupies his position in the government still. Until he decides to take a stroll as a cat and a particular DI picks him up and takes him home.

Piratelock au: need I say more? (also Sherlock is blackbeard and John finds the inaccurate descriptor hilarious) ((John was a british navy captain before getting captured by Sherlock))

Gardener Sherlock with next door neighbor John who is infatuated with the curly haired man

Fic where Sherlock looses a bet and has to do a drinking truth or dare game with John and Greg. But ends up confessing his nightjob during university (spoiler alert: He wad a stripper and his stage name was Midnight) idk why but this amuses me

Enemies to lovers: Serial Killer John vs. Consulting detective Sherlock. We love to hate it.

Alternate meeting: Greg insists taking Sherlock to a bar, and that night, John and his army pals are in the same bar (wearing their fatigues) everyone gets wasted and Sherlock ends up taking John to 221b and they have smexy smexy times

Soft fic: John dreams that Sherlock got mortally wounded and his last words were "I love you". Once he wakes up, its about 2-ish am and he goes to check on Sherlock. He's not asleep, but reading a book in lamplight and asks what's wrong. John simply climbs into bed with him and lays his head on Sherlock's shoulder. love confessions and no smexy times because Sherlock says "romance first then sex"

Sherlock buys a bunch of stuff over the course of a month (ice cream that John cant touch, blankets, lamps, books, dvd sets, various snacks, cocoa mix, etc) and John wonders what the consultant is procuring these things for. Then one day after work, he sees that Sherlock had set the sitting room up to be a giant pillowfort. Once John changes into pyjamas, he joins Sherlock in the middle. "Im not very good at this- but could I have a date... with you?" John doesnt reply, but he simply places a small, light kiss on Sherlock's lips.

Sherlock wears bright red high-top converse in honor of the tenth doctor and John finds it adorable

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Mycroft and Greg get married, Sherlock is a good brother, Greg and John have a heart to heart about the Holmes boys. Fluffy fluff that will make you cry

If anyone wants to use these or if these exist please please pleaaaase tag me or let me know. I put these out because I love them, so like, yes. I love you all and I adore every single one of you.

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This is Nicholas, my Mara's baby nephew. If he weren't already spoken for, this little guy would be coming home with me sometime early in February, with a name change of Anakin's Fenn Rau. The white stripe on his head leads all the way back to the black stripe on his back, and this little guy is so stinkin' adorable! I told the breeder that if the people back out, she needs to let me know, and I will figure something out, even work in trade for this sweetheart 🥰. Haven't felt like this since Mara. Sigh. The puppy fever is real people.

In other news, the holiday drama is real 😤. In my own house with my youngest and her father. The long of the short is that they know how to push each other's buttons, so they do. And they don't care who falls victim to it or what they ruin when they get going 😡. The older girls have a saying. "Don't piss off the German mother, that's a bear you don't want to wake up!" Well, that bear got woke up and put them both in their place today. Still NOT happy about it. Right in the middle of Yule, too! Fucking hell! I almost pulled me and the others back into the car to go back to their grandfather’s and let them hash it out, but Mara and the cats would have had to deal with it, and that's not fair to them. I don't like drama. My girls know this. My Mister SHOULD know this after almost 30 years together. I will shut that shit down. And I will be pissed the fuck off while I do it. If I want drama, I will go to my safe place of fanfiction, or the occasional show or movie that I might watch, and get it that way. Or if I want a really good show, I will go down the street and see what the neighbors are doing. Not. In. My. Home.

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Anywho, even though I celebrate Yule, we do add a bit of secular Christmas in for the younger kids and the family members that do celebrate it. And I was raised Xtian, so it's old hat, really. With that said, all of the holiday and wintertime Joel fics that have been showing up lately?! Holy moley, you guys! Incredible! One minute, it's really hot 🔥 in here. The next, it's so fluffy and cuddly 🥰. I LOVE IT. Missing my mom a lot right now, it's been nice having the added distraction ❤️. So a huge thank you to all of my Frankie, Din, Djarin, Dave York, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Oberyn Martel, and even Agent Whiskey fic writers! But especially to my Joel writers 🥰❤️. He's still number one, even if someone did manage to bring Ezra close to him the other week 👀! Love you all! 😘😘

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Today's Tentacle Kitty challenge is to write (or draw) a little story about the 3 witches. Here is mine

Once, some time ago, no one can really say when, there were three little kitty witches that lived in the woods. There names were Adorabelle, Trixibelle and Mishkabelle. These three friends lived together in a cottage deep in the woods.

Then one day, while reading her spell book, Adorable said, “Why, we three may be witches, but we have yet to find our familiars!” Trixibelle and Mishkabelle looked up in surprise, “Why no we haven’t!” they said. “Let us all go and try to find our familiars tonight,” Trixibelle suggested, “As tonight is the full moon.”

So that night the three witches went out into the woods to see if they could find their familiars. First to find hers was Trixibelle. She was walking buy a fallen tree when she heard a little “meow” come from below it. Looking beneath the tree she saw a small black kitten. Picking up the kitten Trixibelle could feel this was to be her familiar. “Oh I have found you,” she cried in joy, “and I shall call you Guillermo”

The next to find her familiar was Mishkabelle. She was walking towards a brook in the woods when she heard some flapping sounds. When she turned to look a small bat had landed on her hat. Like all good witches Mishkabelle could tell this was to be her familiar. Smiling she reached to stroke the bat, “Hello friend. We will have many adventures together, and I shall call you Mortimer.”

The last of the three witches, Adorabelle was still looking for her familiar when she saw a strange glow in a clearing. Approaching it she saw their neighbor, Ichabod, the jack-o-lantern kitty. “Hello Ichabod,” Adorable called. “Hello,” replied Ichabod, “What are you doing out tonight?” Adorabelle explained how she and her friends were trying to find their familiars. “Oh I see,” replied Ichabod, “well there has been a strange creature skulking about this clearing the last few days. Maybe you should see about him.” Adorabelle went looking and came across a living skeleton cat and instantly knew this was her familiar. “Oh how wonderful,” Adorabelle exclaimed, “I think I shall call you Leo.”

After finding their familiars the three witches meet back at their home. Each introduced their new familiars and everyone oohed and awed over what the others had found. The three familiars all became quick friends with each other, which was good, except for when they got up to mischief. But the three witches where never angry about that, for what else were familiars for?

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Are ya’ll believing it’s May? An A-lister celebrity client of mine always says, “The days are long, but the years are flying by!” My youngest son asked, “Dad how many cats do you need?” I said, “I’ll let you know!” lol of course he has 5 chickens in his back yard, so if I want to have a cat lady/man starter pack so be it. What a kitty cat journey we’ve had, and I believe we’ve figured the mystery out; having watched enough 48 hours and investigative shows. We lost my biggest black cat a couple years ago when he never came back. Ditto for a breathtaking Bengal tiger male outsider that simply disappeared. Then finally a community cat, our sweet outside LB (little black), was found nearly lifeless by our neighbor. We thought she got hit by a car, but she was chemically poisoned

. After figuring that out, my girlfriend Kimber was brave enough to bury one of LB's beautiful, short-haired, black kittens she found and we set a no-harm trap for the other 2 long-haired black ones which we’ve nick named “the twins”.

While putting out food and traps, she found a handwritten note near the cage, “Stop feeding the ferrell cats, that’s part of the problem.” Kimber the PI figured out which fence it was tossed from and went over fearlessly banging on their front door. A disheveled, gaunt wife answered the door. After reading the note the wife said, “Well, I hope he’s not putting out moth balls again.” We had to Google it and found that of course, moth balls would kill cats and kittens equally. We were waiting until we were done trapping to call the armed county SPCA agent (yes, there is one) because Mr. Moth Balls deserves a good lecture from an armed man. Evil people that do this work their way up to humans. Is his wife next? Ugh grrr. Kimber put signs up on the fences, “We’re trapping and fixing and relocating the cats.” Finally, we nabbed these adorable fluff balls (that we now know are girls) and got them fixed and defleaed etc. We wanted to save these little buggers as the last offspring of such a cool momma - LB black cat who used to wag her tail constantly and come to my bedroom window when she wanted to be fed. Ditto for Bamboo who looks like a black and gray Bengal tiger, again the offspring of little black and the Bengal tiger kitty that vanished a year ago. What’s the point? Never ever, ever, stop doing good wherever you can, as often as you can, for as long as you can. Help contribute to all the people and animals, and yes...this planet too any chance you get. Do good deeds without expecting a return. Be a good deed doer and spirit will rain down blessings you’ve yet to imagine!

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To Lena: r u busy??? U didnt answer my calls. Dinner later?

To Lena: my place.

To Lena: Or yours! Can totally go to urs. If u want.

To Lena: Lena????

To Lena: where are u??

To Lena: Answer my calls

To Lena: Pls?

Kara rounds the corner of her hallway, keys bitten, dangling from her lips, as she types with both hands. Her 67th text message of the day to an MIA Lena Luthor sent. She fails to notice the creature lurking around the front of her door; dark fur shining under the cheap LED lights of Kara’s corridor.

She’s still deeply absorbed in her phone with worry, in the middle of jamming her keys in with one hand, when something furry brushes against her legs and Kara yelps.

She pulls the knob clean out of the wood in shock, her phone dropping to the floor loudly, the cat doing a duet with her with a startled yowl of her own.

Heart hammering and adrenaline racing, Kara looks down and sees the cat for the first time.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasps, “I didn’t see you there, buddy. I’m sorry for startling you!! I didn’t mean it.”

The door knob clatters loudly to the ground as it falls out of her grasp. And Kara sheepishly feels guilty for the hole in her door. But the cat meows loudly, catching her attention, as if in response to her apology.

She crouches down low, and reaches out a hand to touch the furball. She snaps a quick pic, sends it to Lena and pockets her phone.

To Lena: KITTY!!

“Oh, oh come here,” she coos, “where’s your collar? How’d you get here huh?”

The cat reminds her of Streaky. The first stray who ever took to her kindly. Although upon closer inspection, Kara realizes this one has striking emeralds for eyes, Streaky’s eyes were a more softer blue.

The cat surprisingly seems friendly, immediately leaning into Kara’s touch. Nosing at the inside of Kara’s wrist and it’s such a familiar gesture but she can’t seem to remember why.

And...oh, a small rumbling echoes through Kara’s palm!

Oh, they’re purring!

Kara doesn’t know how long she stays there crouched low exactly, but eventually, she stands up, takes her hand away, and picks up the damaged doorknob.

“Well, time for you to go home now, buddy,” she tells them, giving their head one last pat before dusting off her hands on her jacket.

“Go on, shooo. Shoo. Go home. I’m sure your human is looking for you.”

But the cat remains unmoving. It looks like they’ve decided to sit firmly in front of Kara’s doorstep, casually licking a paw, as if waiting for Kara to open her door.

“Are you actually waiting for me to open my door?” Kara makes a mental note to thank Rao that none of her neighbors can see her trying to hold a proper conversation with a cat.

“Look, kitty,” she says firmly, “I’m not your human.”

The cat just blinks owlishly at her. Eyes too green, too intelligent and-

Kara makes up her mind.

She turns her face skywards, takes a deep breath (This will probably backfire, she already knows. But she's always had a soft spot for strays.) and then she pushes her door wide open.

The cat races inside, cutting through Kara’s legs and almost tripping her.

“Well, somebody’s excited,” Kara mutters under her breath, she watches the cat head for her living room couch; watches as they pause all of a sudden, changes course and jumps onto Kara’s coffee table instead.

Where the cat then proceeds to knock down everything in close vicinity, even the picture frame of her and Lena together.

“Hey! No! Bad kitty-”

But the cat is already hopping down from her pedestal, landing on the frame directly.

And then things get weird.

The cat proceeds to stomp all over it, meows loud, like really loud; insanely loud for a cat their size.

Her paw seems to be almost pointing? At the other person in the frame.

“I-” Kara seems taken aback by the bizarre behavior, sure she knows cats are vastly different from dogs, but this…

This is just weird.

The cat’s meowing only seems to get louder.

How you land yourselves in these situations, Kara. I really just don’t know, at this point. She can almost hear Alex say.

“What are you- Are you- are you pointing? That’s- That’s Lena, yeah. That’s my best friend.”

At that, the cat seems to vibrate. They start clawing at Kara’s pant leg, meowing and meowing and meowing—

And then it hits her.

"-but it turns out that she’s a witch. And apparently, so am I."

The green, green eyes.

A pink nose nuzzling against her wrist.

“Lena?”

******

“Oh, Rao! Lena you’re a cat! What happened?! Oh, no, baby what did you do?”

Lena-

Lena The Cat—and okay, so she’s still wrapping her head around that one—just stays silent. She’s sitting on her lap, looking regal than any cat has any right to be. A judgmental look in her eyes.

Lena’s a cat. Cat’s can’t speak. Can’t answer Kara’s questions.

“Right. Sorry. Only meow,” Kara murmurs, embarrassed. For some reason even in cat form Lena manages to be intimidating.

“Okay so, uh d-does that mean you still understand me? Two meows for yes. One meow for no.”

Kara gets two meows.

“Okay, cool, cool. Great. You can still understand me, that's good.” Kara runs a hand down her spine, “Gosh, your fur is just so soft.”

She hears Lena give a small growl, body tensing, “Right. Right. Sorry. Not the time for pets.” Kara retracts her hand away.

“Uhm, so next question then, I guess? D-did you become a cat this morning? Were you testing out your uhm...gift?”

Lena meows twice. Kara nods, clenching and unclenching her fist underneath her chin. Fingers itching to run themselves through Lena’s soft fur again. Lena seems to sense this, and nuzzles her face into Kara’s hand, bumps against her repeatedly.

“Really?” Kara double-checks, giddy. If she were human Kara bets Lena would be rolling her eyes like she always does when Kara does something particularly dorky, but she just pushes her head firmer against Kara’s hand and meows twice.

“So uhm,” she starts, cautiously, noting Lena’s increasing purr, “is there like a spellbook for this or something? Something that can help you transform back?

Lena meows yes.

“Is it in The Tower or back at your place?”

There are no responses.

“Sorry, sorry lemme rephrase, is it in The Tower?”

She gets two consecutive meows.

Okay, to The Tower it is.

******

“Are you going to tell me why you’re cradling a cat in your cape or??” Alex raises a brow at her, a hand on her hip, left foot tapping impatiently. Her sister was heading out for the day, it looks like. It was just tough luck that Supergirl landed one minute before the elevator took Alex.

Crap. Now they have to explain. They didn’t talk about this. Lena still hasn’t told her if it was okay to tell people about her gift.

“I-I rescued it,” Kara says.

Well, that isn’t so far from the truth, right? She stares at the bundle in her arms, Lena the traitor staying silent all the while—green eyes shining all innocent at Kara.

Alex’s stares intensifies.

“From a tree,” Kara flounders, and Lena The Cat has the audacity to yawn, squirm and jump away from her arms. She lands gracefully, tail swishing up in the air and heads straight for the lab.

Alex eyes the cat suspiciously before turning back to Kara. She jabs a finger to her chest. “It better not have any fleas. It better not touch my training mat.”

“She won’t.”

Alex just shakes her head, rolls her eyes, grabs her helmet and walks to the elevator.

Before she goes though, Alex says, “You know, this is gonna sound weird, but I swear I think I saw that same cat slinking out of The Tower earlier this morning.”

“Alex, she’s literally a black cat. There are hundreds of black cats in the city.”

“You're being weirdly defensive about this. Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not.”

Alex seems like she wants to say more, but the elevator dings, and she’s never been more grateful that Kelly makes Alex pick her up from work. Alex huffs out breath, before conceding and disappearing into the lift.

******

The camera flash is what gets Kara busted.

But is it really her fault if she walked in on a cute kitty, hunched over, meowing adorably, trying to flip over the pages of a thick spellbook, with her teeny-tiny bean paws?

Lena hisses at her, teeth-bared and fur puffy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you were just really, really, really cute okay?” She walks closer to the desk, carefully lifts a hand and scratches Lena behind the ear.

The hissing slowly devolves into purring, and Kara grins triumphantly. Lena lets herself be picked up after a few moments, Kara leafing through the pages for her.

“So, found anything yet?” She asks, cradling Lena close to her chest. A warm weight on Kara’s arms, and as much as she wants to get her real Lena back, she also isn’t too eager on giving up this version anytime soon. Then again, Kara thinks, it would be impossible for her to give up any version of Lena Luthor.

“Spell? Charm? Anything? Do you need to make a potion? Are we gonna get to make a potion? Oh, oh do you need a wand? Do you have a wa-”

Kara’s words get muffled as two black paws press against her lips. Lena’s green eyes narrowing at her. She meows at Kara. Loudly.

“Mkay, mkay. Shut up. Got it.”

Lena removes her paws, and Kara makes a gesture of zipping her lips together. This seems to appease Lena enough because the next second, a pink tongue darts out and she...licks Kara's nose.

“Did you- did you just lick me?” Kara gasps out.

Lena doesn’t even acknowledge her with a meow, just turns away and jumps out of her arms again. Before Kara can do anything about it though, her phone rings.

The screen lighting up with Andrea’s name.

“Danvers, I’ve got a story for you.”

******

“Alex, please, I’ll be quick. I promise. I’ll only be three hours at the most. Please just look after her,” she pleads, pouting and puppy eyes in full power.

It also helps that the cat burrito in her cape looks to be cooperating. Lena The Cat staring at Alex with wide round eyes.

Apparently, some governor was found dead downtown, and now Andrea wants her on the scene. She can’t just leave Lena all alone in The Tower. No matter how hard Lena’s been protesting, this is brand new territory for both of them. Nobody knows the extent of Lena’s powers.

Point is, Kara would feel a lot better if she were to leave Lena under the care of someone she trusts. Even if said someone, accuses Lena of being a stray with fleas. It's still better than leaving Lena all on her own.

“Ugh.” Alex groans and Kara knows she’s won. “If this cat causes trouble I will throw it out the window, Kara.”

“No!” Kara yells, distressed. “Don’t do that. She’ll behave. She promises.”

She puts her hand under Lena’s arms and raises her up to eye level—Simba style. “You promise to be good for Alex, don’t you?”

All she gets is a lot of squirming and screaming, there were also a lot of attempts at scratching Kara’s nose.

“See?” Kara says, chuckling nervously. “She’s telling you she’s good.”

Alex looks skeptical, her arms crossed against her chest.

Kara sets her down on the couch, and crouches down low.

She tries to pet her head, but Lena bites at her finger, she catches her teeth on the skin of her supersuit’s thumb slot. She bites deeper, her teeth accomplishing nothing but a few dents.

And oh, Rao she thinks she’s such a feral little cat but her pink adorable gummy snarl says otherwise.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back. I promise,” she whispers, careful not to let Alex hear. “And then we’ll figure it out later, okay? The safest place for you right now is to be with Alex.”

She really doesn’t want to go, and based on Lena’s protests she doesn’t want Kara to go either. But well, Andrea had finally threatened to fire her if she disobeyed...which is...fair.

She’s aware she’s been doing a less than stellar job at being a journalist lately. Rao, what an understatement. This is basically her make it or break it.

“Look, I’ll be quick, promise. Be good to Alex,” Kara murmurs. She presses a kiss on Lena’s furry forehead. Lena finally unclenches her jaw and lets Kara go. The little whine she lets out, letting Kara know that she knows the battle’s lost.

“Both of you, be good,” Kara tells them sternly. “Alex, please don’t yeet my cat out of the window.”

Alex shrugs, staring at the cat with suspicion. “I make no promises.’

Lena is staring at Alex just as hostile. Great. They both deserve each other.

Kara sighs exasperatedly. Well, at least she tried.

******

She gets a very angry Alex Danvers on the line, right after she’s finished talking to some sources. It’s nighttime now, and when she checks her watch—yep, she’s left Lena in Alex’s care for more than six hours.

Crap.

“Hey, Al—”

“KARA IF YOU DON’T PICK UP THIS THIS THIS GODDAMNED HAIRBALL RIGHT NOW, YOU WILL NEVER SEE IT EVER AGAIN.”

There is loud meowing, and then, “What the- Get off! Get off me right no-”

The line clicks dead.

Kara Danvers quickly changes into an alley, manages to break the sound barrier.

******

It’s Kelly who opens the door.

“Hey, Kara,” she greets her. Kara is impatiently rocking on her heels, trying to peer past Kelly’s shoulders.

The place was quiet; ridiculously quiet, and Kara feels fear swoop in her belly.

“Please, tell me my cat is still alive,” Kara bursts out, Kelly just gives her a pained smile and oh, no, oh no.

She muscles her way past Kelly to a brooding Alex on the couch.

Lena is nowhere to be seen.

“Alex, Alex where’s my cat? Where is she? Where did you put her?”

Alex finally looks up at her, Kara taking notice of the red marks on her arm.

Oh no, Lena, what did you do?

“Calm down, I didn’t throw the little demon away. She’s-" Alex sing-songs before finishing, "on time-out.”

“Time-out?” Kara asks, voice shaking. Rao, does she really want to know.

Alex takes too long to answer, taking a swig of her beer first before pointing to a corner in the living room.

And there, she spots it.

It, being a small pile of laundry on the floor, next to an upside down hamper. A big white hamper housing one Lena Luthor. There's a crude cardboard sign stuck on it; "Kitty Jail". Alex has also stacked a few encyclopedia on top of it, no doubt an attempt to keep Lena from escaping.

“Oh! Oh, Lena!”

Kara superspeeds her way and scoops Lena up, the cat meowing immediately and curling into Kara’s chest.

“You named the cat after Lena?!”

Crap.

Kara turns around slowly, “Uhm yeah?”

Alex just shakes her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Her eyes reminded me of Lena, okay?!” Kara yells defensively, pressing tiny kisses onto Lena’s fur.

“I’m sorry that Alex has been such a meanie to you," she coos, "I know you didn’t deserve it, baby."

Alex seems to perk up at that, because she raises up from the couch. “That,” Alex jabs a finger in their direction, Kara cradles Lena protectively, “That baby ruined my couch and she so totally deserves all the mean! All the mean in the world, Kara!”

Lena hisses in her arms.

“No, no. That’s not true. Lena is baby and she’s perfect and you’re just a meanie.”

“She ruined my upholstery! She left hair all over the place and that’s not even to mention the scratching!”

“Because you were mean to her!”

Alex scoffs, eyes bulging wide in disbelief.

“Get out,” Alex says, her brows pinching comically, “Get out of my apartment before that little devil causes more damage.”

“Gladly,” Kara says, and Lena meows her assent. They make their way past Alex, Kara unaware that Lena has stuck out her little tongue at Alex over her shoulder.

“And she’s not a little devil!” Kara calls out.

Alex slams the door in her face.

******

That evening, Kara pores over a thick spellbook, eyes swimming with Latin symbols with a purring machine on her lap.

By midnight, Kara has managed to pass out on her couch, a black cat curled on her chest.

The spellbook lay open on her coffee table, forgotten.

******

The first sight that greets Kara when she wakes up are green eyes.

Green human eyes.

And then it hits her.

“Lena!”

The spell had blessedly wore off by morning, and Kara’s never been more glad to see the sunlight lighting up Lena’s face.

For a moment, Kara’s assaulted with the mental image of laying in a pool of sunlight with a black cat stretching leisurely next to her.

“Good morning,” Lena purrs, and oh Rao, that sound is much, much better than her meowing.

“You’re back!” Kara gasps in awe.

“I’m back,” she whispers, she’s still draped fully over Kara on the couch. A blanket covering them both.

“Rao, I missed you.” A palm comes up to cup her cheeks, Lena automatically nuzzling into the inside of her wrist.

“Mm, I missed me, too,” Lena tells her, face breaking into a small smile. Kara traces her fingers up and down Lena’s spine. Oh, how she’s missed touching Lena’s skin.

Wait-

Skin.

Is she-

“Lena,” Kara begins, swallowing. Her nerves not going unnoticed.

Lena raises a brow at her. “Kara?”

“Are you- uhm- ah. Are you naked right now?”

Lena’s eyes light up like a cat’s and Kara knows she’s in trouble.

“Mm. It seems that I am,” Lena says, and all Kara can do is gulp.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

special shoutout to @mike-wachowski, @sexybread-png and @thebreakfastgod for their cat expertise without whom this silly little fic would not be written.

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