#dont want to throw a pity party here but life is hard my cat is sick and I cant afford his meds or my meds for that matter 🙏🏻 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

erosjeon · 6 years

Text

Kalopsia

Pairing: Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Summary: You walk into your home one day to find your cat walking on two feet, in a human form.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Words: 2.5k

You kicked the door shut after trying your best to get it opened with your unavailable hands that carried the heavy groceries. With a grunt you managed to reach for your cross body and throw it over the couch while making your way to the kitchen to put down and organise all the things you bought.

You had a simple life, a twenty years old girl who’s trying to make a living in this cruel world. Your parents had passed when you were young and ever since then you had to make your own money, be it from taking extra shifts at the cafè you worked in to working at McDonald’s where you used to visit when your parents were alive and wonder why people wanted to work there when most of the customers were absolute garbage and the atmosphere is unforgiving and suffocating. You had come to the realisation that those people didn’t have a choice because after all you had bills and a degree to pay for.

You would describe yourself single, you and your boyfriend broke up about a year ago, you would be really upset and heart broken if he wasn’t a douchebag and a selfish piece of shit or maybe because you only dated for a few months and realised he wasn’t the one for you.

You would say that you’re living in this apartment alone but you had a cat, a male adorable Scottish fold with the fluffiest fur ever. He was the only thing keeping you going through your hard times, he would always come and rub his head onto your feet when you arrive home, he always wanted your attention and would would beg and purr for your pettings just like he is now.

You crouch down to run your fingers through his adorable ears with the biggest smile sprawled onto your face, you can never help it when he looks at you like that. Only if a real man can actually look at you like this.

“Hi Kookie” you said while stretching each syllable out of adornment.

“How have you been? Were you being a good boy?” You said while peppering his fur with kisses near his ear and neck which earned you a lot purr and a lick from him.

Your cat wasn’t the typical cat that scratched at its owners if they touched him or pet him too much, yes he would get fiesty sometimes but most of the time he was peaceful and understanding. When you cry, you would find him at your lap looking as sad as you or dragging a toy in your direction in hopes that if you see him play around attend to your commands that you would feel mused and feeling better. You swore that he’s not a normal cat.

You carried him in your arms after organising everything in place. You headed to your room and put him into your bed where you would walk to your wardrobe to get a change of clothes. You took of your shirt followed by your bra, you didnt need to be suffocated at home wearing these merciless boob imprisonment outside was bad as it is, you put your head and arm through your tank top and changed your jeans into your matching pyjama shorts.

You liked to lay down in bed and pet your cat when you came back from a long day in attempt to gather a bit of energy to get up and try to make dinner. Kookie must be starving yoi thought as you patted at your lap to get your cat to come to you, which he obviously did you could swear that he liked being there maybe a little too much. You didn’t like your cat eating processed smelly canned food that they scam people with at the market, when you first got your cat 7 years ago, you didn’t have much money to get him special cat food and you would feed him whatever you were eating which he actually found much better than canned food that you bought for him when you finally earned money, he refused to eat it and you decided to never feed him it again.

“Sometimes, I wish you can speak to me” you said while rubbing his right ear between your thumb and pointer, he liked it the best when you petted his sweet tiny ears like that.

“I just feel silly when I speak about my day for hours when you probably can’t understand anything I’m saying apart from the word food” you laughed at yourself. Strangely your cat growled and it almost sounded like a scoff, did you just offend your cat?!

“Sorry. But you know im going to talk about my day either way” you shot him a sweet smile. He settled his head between his stretched paws that laid on your stomach.

“I… I think I’m going to quit” you said slowly. You didn’t expect your cat to understand the kind of world you live in. You are a hard working person but you can barely manage doing notes for class when you had two jobs like that, besides neither paid well for the long hours you worked. You though of quitting your job at McDonald’s because it was tough and was a complete crap of a job and the shifts you worked could spare you an entire night that you can use studying or maybe in the future, spare that time to work for someone who pays well.

“I’m just tired you know? I feel like my brain cells are dying when I work there. The people treat you so horribly, when I work late at night and go to clean the dirty tables I get groped and it feels disgusting. The smell is disgusting and I dont even comment on how bad the food we sell it. I feel so bad for selling people something that will reduce their life span” you sighed.

“I guess I really had enough, huh?” You said while picking up his left ear and massaging his head. The cat infront of you seemed to have understood you and gave you a pity look, which had quickly changed to what you could make out as annoyance and anger. Why are cats so weird yet absolutely beautiful.

“I guess it’s queue for dinner” you cheered,

“Grilled chicken? Or that salmon I just bought from the market baby?” You asked as if your cat would answer. You knew he would probably like salmon better and honestly, you were craving some salmon and a good beetroot salad.

The cat had followed you to the kitchen when the smell of fish showered your entire home. Of course you thought, what a typical cat he is. You noticed as he gets closer to you as you grill the salmon on the hot surface, he had wrapped your calf with his tail while looking up to you which made you squeal at his cuteness but remembered how dangerous it is for him to be close to an oven.

“I love you Kook but you have to go away, it’s dangerous here” you said before reaching for the fridge and taking out the rest of the ingredients necessary for the dish.

You had spent the rest of the night eating your dinner and watching a movie play on your TV with your beloved cat. You were feeling pretty tired and chose to end your night after emailing your boss at McDonald’s not to expect you at work anymore, you finally chose to quit but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the consequences. It’ll be okay, you whispered to yourself before shutting your eyes and brain to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up before he did like any other normal day. You headed to the bathroom and got ready to get ready for your classes, you would normally make food in the morning and put it down in a bowl so that when your cat is hungry it can eat while your not home, but as you quit your job at McDonald’s, today consisted of going to classes and coming back home early.

You made some coffee and put down a small breakfast for your cat incase it woke up before you got home but you doubted it since you’re going to come back within 3 hours and he’s showing no sign of wanting to get up any time soon. Smiling, you wore your winter coat and wrapped your neck with your favourite soft scarf and headed outside to start your day.

Classes were the same, difficult but manageable with effort anf effecient note taking, which you clearly havent done enough of. You didn’t make friends with the people that are in your course because you simply didnt have enough time to, but they all seemed somewhat nice you guessed.

Once the class was over you had a small break before the other one begins and you headed to the local university cafe for some coffee in attempt to really wake up. You waited in the queue to order your coffee, it was only one man with a slightly grey hair in front of you. You assumed he was one of those obnoxious frat party boys who dyed their hair a different colour every weekend. You rolled your eyes when you heard him ordering the same drink you were going to.

“Hi. Can I get a caramel machiatto please?” You asked of the barista, who nodded and asked for your name and the money, which of course you had given before you proceeded to wait for your drink. You had realised that the man in front of you was gone, that was quick you said before taking the drink that was placed on the table in front of you, that had said caramel machiatto on it.

You had sipped some before the same man reappears infront of you. Why was he here you said before turning away, only to hear your name and the drink you ordered being called out by the barista.

Fuck.

You turned around, and met the man again but this time, he was facing you and dear God, he was gorgeous. So unreal that you’d think he was an anime character. And you might have embarrassed yourself by taking his drink.

“Sorry, i thought you took your drink and left and I didn’t bother to check the name on the cup” you said shyly.

He took the drink placed on the table and turned it around before sipping it.

“No worries. Y/N” he said. He knew you?

“Um… Do I know you” you said confused.

“If that was a pick up line… You could do much better” he chuckled.

“Ahh.. not that. Its just you knew my name and I’m not much of a social person is all” you laughed as crismon stains your cheeks. You weren’t sure if you said that out of confusion or admiration and wanting to keep talking to him.

“The cup says your name” was all he said before giving you a smile.

“Right! Sorry again” you said,

“No problem at all” he said, before you left the cafe and continued to your class.

You were on your way home after that incident and you were smiling like a fool. At least we go to the same university, we’ll probably meet again, you thought. You didn’t know that this was not the only unexpected thing to happen today because as you turned the lock of your home open, you were met with a naked man.

“What the fuck?!” You screamed after taking in the scene right infront of you.

He wasn’t just one naked man, no he had what appears like cat ears and a fluffy long tail that you can mistake as your cat’s. You didn’t dare to look down and met his eyes, he was clearly as freaked out as you are, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. The more you looked into his eyes the more they resembled your cat’s that you stare hours in every night. You can never mistake any detail regarding your cat but this? This is insane!

“What are you doing in my house?!” You tried to be calm, not knowing how to deal with this situation. Was he a pervert with some strange kink, going to peoples homes and freaking them out like that?

“You’re home early” he said with a shrug, his voice sounding like the sweetest melody. When you fathomed what he just said you took a step back in shock. What the hell was that.

What?

“Who are you?!” You tried to stay calm and collected.

“Really Y/N? You can’t tell how your cat looks like?”

What?

“Thank God you found out this way, I was getting tired of having to stay in that stupid cat form and eat out the small bowl you would put my food in” he said annoyed.

This is not your cat. The man in front of you is definetly someone mental.

“If you think I’m gonna believe this then your out of your fucking mind” you retaliated.

He moved forward towards you before he shut the door forcefully and pinning you on it. He smirked before saying

“I can make you believe me”

He took your hand and placed them on the familar ears, they felt and looked just like your cat’s. You couldn’t help but rub them and the man in front of you leant towards your hand and purred.

You couldnt deny the fact that this pretty much is your actual cat in human form. All the memories of appearing naked and changing clothes in front of him rushed in your mind. You smacked your self mentally and stayed away from Jungkook. Yeah that was the name you had given your cat that you’d usually call Kookie.

“Why are you running away from me now?”, he said confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re human” you ignored him.

“Because im not” he said as if it was obvious.

“You know what I mean. You’re a hybrid, same thing” you said sighing.

“Because like you are now, you’ll distance yourself from me” he looked down, all the smug that was on it disappeared. You sighed again, you’d never leave your cat. He was your life and you’ve even wished that he could talk to you. Your wishes had come true.

“Kookie” you said before making your way to him, his ears perked up and so did his head in attempt to look at you.

“I’d never leave you. You know that” you said as you took your fingers to push through his ears like you always do. He purred again and placed his arms around your waist while he rubbed his head into your chest.

“I-I always wanted to do this… have you between my arms instead of the usual way around” he said and you smiled.

“I do feel weird about it, but I could get used to it” you smiled.

A/N: Part 2 is out now

5K notes · View notes

elyridis · 5 years

Text

aurora was a dainty, curious being. capricious, eleanor had often thought when she had felt just a tiny bit mean. there would have been other, equally accurate words — some kinder, some not — but eleanor liked this one best. she did not know the blonde well as their paths had not crossed often ( at least not on this side of the mask ), but everyone knew about aurora's mother.

aurora did not belong into this city, into this place ( cathedral under the stars, heartbreak summit ) ... but she was there and no one else could claim the same right now. no one else had been supposed to be here, high up above the city, somewhere where only the stars were witness to the pain eleanor felt, but aurora was not just present. she understood. like ms mirage, aurora had seen a relationship end. perhaps not today, but --- heartbreak lasted, as eleanor’s mother would say, until the heart was whole again.

" we pay high prices for this, " the blonde said quietly, offering her words like an olive branch. and eleanor added another word to the list of words she associated with the ice heroine: young. she did not know how old the other was, exactly, and she did not have to know either. " and it all too often costs us those we love most. "

eleanor sighed, wrapping her arms around her legs. " any relationship can be poisoned by feeding it secrecy, " she allowed, her voice barely more than a whisper. had she not kept her own secrets, she might have demanded honesty from seth, but there had been no room for that. she would have been a hypocrite, had she demanded something from him that she had not been willed to offer in return.

bony shoulders rose, then they fell as aurora sighed. " no one ever says how much sacrifice is required to be good, " she mumbled, dark eyes never leaving the city below. and she was still young, but at the same time, she seemed ancient. " i experience enough judgement on this side of the mask ... i don't want to be judged for my mother's actions in my other life as well. "

eleanor had been too young to remember what it had been like when aurora's mother had been a menace, but she had seen the scars the woman had left on both her city and on eleanor's father. and she knew that there were still people who did not think that aurora was truly a heroine, who instead thought that she was a cunning villain, biding her time.

below them, the city was slowly darkening as one by one, more and more windows went dark. it was still beautiful, eleanor decided. it was the kind of beauty only few ever got to see from her perch, but it always filled her with a strange sense of wistfulness. it was a sight she wanted to share with someone else, someone who was not her current partner in misery.

" i understand, " the redhead said quietly as she looked from the still glittering city and to the young woman in front of her. " you live with a burden most would crumble under. "

she knew she would. what aurora's mother had done had set the standard for how powered individuals were discussed. every time someone who had been fighting villains left their track ( typically because there had been no appreciation and too much misled anger with them ), their powers and potential damage output were judged by falling back to the standard aurora's mother had set because her actions had been beyond comprehension for so many. and to this day — many fell short of the mark, could not compete with the terror the ice user had wrought all those years ago.

" it helps not to care about what others think, " aurora said softly as she shrugged. and although eleanor did not know her well, she knew that this was not entirely true. there were opinions the blonde cared about, but there were not many and eleanor knew better than to bring up the girl's old partner, the one who had snapped at reporters whenever they had been unfair and cruel to the blonde. no one knew what had happened, exactly, but everyone knew that orage was gone.

( eleanor's younger sister might know, having equipped orage, too, but — there were things theresia did not like to be asked about and there were few things she guarded as fiercely as the privacy of her clients. )

( and ms mirage was tired, too tired to pick a fight with her sister to appease her own accursed curiosity. )

" there are many ways to skin a cat, " eleanor replied, feeling uncertainty dwell up inside of her. she was not sure if she could agree with aurora on this. she knew she should — a desperate need to please others had never gotten her anywhere, but ... she could not leave her own skin, could she? she could not pretend to be someone else. she had set out on this path because it was what people had needed her to do — her mother had needed retirement and eleanor, eleanor had been the best possible successor.

aurora laughed — a gentle, pretty chime. innocent, eleanor thought, she sounded innocent. it was a word that had seldom been linked to the blonde; cold and distanced were far more likely to pop up, but in one of her last enraged speeches, orage had called her friend a pure, an innocent soul. then, it had sounded like something one of karla's internet friends would say ( eleanor had not yet come to understand where their obsession with beans originated from ), but ... it seemed to have been an accurate assessment, after all.

" ah, i am sorry, " she said, gloved fingers tapping against the wall next to her. " i should not whine this much. "

eleanor scoffed as she shook her head. she had been throwing a pity party for herself, had mourned lost opportunities. of course --- she should have seen it coming. it always ended like this; she kept too many secrets, told too many lies to keep a partner in her life. they always assumed the worst, sooner or later, that she was cheating on them, that she was playing games ... and she could never bring herself to correct them. because frankly, it was easier this way. it was easier to whine for a little time because someone walked away from her, resenting her, thinking her deceitful, than it was to --- tell someone the truth.

she did regret this end, in particular. she liked seth, a lot, but after years of leading two lives, secrecy was too deeply ingrained into her personality. and he had kept secrets, too. that had unsettled her, had kept her on her toes. it was strange --- it was easier to connect to people who wore literal masks, sometimes, but seth's mask had been one of occasionally evasive answers and odd behaviour.

running a hand through her hair, ms mirage sighed. " have you been ... how long were you two together? " she asked quietly, carefully. the ... thing with seth had ended before it had really started, much to her dismay, but the way the other had talked earlier made her wonder.

chapped lips curled into a weak imitation of a smile, trembling ever so slightly. " two years. " aurora's voice, typically frosty and just a little sharp, was flat, nearly defeated. and for once, eleanor could understand. two years were a long time, all things considered. not many relationships could take two years of secrecy, of little white lies and thousand excuses. " i tried. i love him so ... i really, really tried. "

eleanor was merciful enough not to point out the slip of tongue and merely nodded. she had not tried as hard, she knew that too well. as of late, she had been confused, torn between two lives. and maybe, the confusion --- unfamiliar and terrifying --- had made things even more complicated. her heart was meant to be a compass, a guide. it was not supposed to waver the way it had as of late.

so perhaps, it was better like this. maybe it was better for her to be on her own again; she could not afford for her heart and her head to be at war when all of her was supposed to work on taking down her nemesis. which meant that she should work on her own again. that she liked her current --- partner a little too much was one of the things that had gotten her into such a messy situation to begin with.

" i dont know what to say, " she admitted, finally. " i don't know you well, but i know that you're too stubborn for your attempts to have been ... weak. "

aurora stood, balancing on the edge of the building. " perhaps that was a problem, " she said, her voice too casual all of a sudden, " that i was holding on so tightly that i broke it with my own hands. "

it was a thought that had not yet come to eleanor, but she had to admit that it did have some merit. in trying their best to prevent a certain outcome, humans could easily get carried away. and beneath the ice, the clones or any other power, even the greatest of heroes were human. fallible. and moreso than many others, they were aware of it. the consequences of their failings were too great to ignore the mere notion of making a mistake. the result were --- unhealthy habits that were only meant to reduce the odds of messing up. but ... that was no way to live. it was no way to love someone, either.

eleanor shook her head, trying to get rid of the other woman's words as they echoed through her head although aurora had disappeared into the night sky. she could not think like this, could not decide that her recent failure had been the result of something too akin to a self-fulfilling prophecy.

#❥❱❱ STAND UP WHEN IT'S ALL CRASHING DOWN ❛ VERSE: SUPERHEROES

0 notes