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ghostieliving · 2 years

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Don't let a cat stay the whole night on a full moon

I moved into a new house, small town, everyone seems to know each other and everyone talks. When my neighbours saw the moving van outside the old bungalow, they came over in droves, bringing food for the new person, offering to help me unpack. It was nice, this is only my second move and, with the help of basically the entire neighborhood, I ended up getting unpacked way faster than expected. I'd been worrying about getting groceries because the deposit on the place left me pretty broke, but given that I'm still getting a steady stream of home baked pies and invitations to eat in my neighbors houses, I've not even had to think about going shopping. There is something... Odd, though.

Apparently tomorrow night, there's a full moon. I'm not generally one to keep up with that kind of thing, I don't really associate with many shifters and the ones where I've lived before haven't had much of a reputation for causing trouble. Here though? There's some signs up, warning that there's a full moon, and usually with some kind of warning about not letting cats stay the whole night. It's weird, I've not seen anything like that before and no one really wants to talk about why this has become a thing here. Places I've lived before had too many packs and prides of larger shifters for there to be that many smaller ones, apart from maybe the occasional fox that got brought home from uni by younger members of some of the wolf pack. Maybe this is normal in places where there's a higher population of small sized shifters? I probably shouldn't worry about it, can't be too hard to keep myself from letting a strange cat stay over on one night of the month...

Bill came over with firewood this morning, which is nice. I only moved in about a week ago and hadn't thought to try out the fire, just been bundling up in warm clothes and blankets like I always did when I was too worried about the gas bill to put on the heating. This place doesn't have central heating, just a wood burning stove that's set up in some special way to heat the whole house, and a fireplace in the living room. Bill set up the stove for me and showed me how to keep it safely stoked, which was very nice of him. He's promised to keep me stocked up with firewood like he did for the previous tenant, who was apparently a very sweet old lady who everyone seemed to think of as their grandmother, said she'd make the best hot chocolate. I gave him a hat I'd made awhile ago that matched the shirt he was wearing as thanks and he grinned in a way that warmed the room more than the freshly burning stove. He has cute bucked teeth, kind of like a beaver, maybe he's a shifter? Are beaver shifters even a thing? Might explain why he has so much firewood to spare.

My not associating with any shifters isn't out of any kind of prejudice, my parents had sent me to human only schools growing up because they were the easiest to get to, and I didn't go to uni or anything and then I managed to land a job that doesn't need me to be physically in the office. My spare time is taken up with reading and crochet, I don't get out that often. Moving here and being enveloped by such a close knit neighborhood is probably the most socialising I've done since secondary school. Maybe they sensed how lonely I've been...

It's full moon night now, I was right, Bill and his family are beaver shifters. I got a note apologizing in advance for if they strayed a bit further from their dam than usual and chewed my fence or something, and a promise to fix any damage they might cause. I'll be sure to go out and check in the morning, assuming it's not too wet out. It's raining pretty heavily...

There's a scratching at my front door, and a rather pathetic meowing, I guess this is the cat I was warned about. Jeez it sounds so sad... And there's thunder coming in now, poor thing must be terrified. I peak out the window and an absolutely drenched black cat with massive green eyes looks up at me and meows louder, I can't just make it stay out in the rain, that'd be cruel. I go to the door and hesitate with my hand on the doorknob, the signs just said not to let cats stay the whole night. Surely it wouldn't hurt to let the poor thing in just until the rain stops... I open the door and the cat blinks slowly up at me before coming in, shivering.

"Okay, cat, I've seen the signs, you're not staying all night." I say, keeping my voice gentle as I close the door behind it and go grab a towel. I don't know if it can understand me, it probably can't. Even if it is a shifter and not just a normal stray cat, I'm pretty sure shifters don't have full control of their minds on a full moon. The cat rolls around in the towel when I put it down near the warm stove. When the cat seems mostly dry I toss a ball of yarn that I'd gotten awhile ago but not used because of it being the wrong texture down for it to play with, and open a book. I'll just let it stay until the storm dies down...

I don't remember when I fell asleep, I definitely didn't mean to, the book is open on my chest and not safely back on the shelf with a book mark in it. Here I am though, blinking awake with the sun coming in through the slightly open curtains and smelling... Fish? Smells like someone's frying the salmon that Misha had brought around a couple of days ago. Weird, the neighbors don't have much of a sense of privacy but they usually at least knock before coming in... I rub my eyes and go into the kitchen.

There's a short man with black hair, some well groomed stubble, and striking green eyes stood with a spatula poking at the two salmon fillets in the frying pan, wearing nothing but the towel I'd put down for... The cat.

Right. The cat. The cat I was going to make go back outside when the storm had died down. The cat who's purring had put me to sleep last night. The cat that I should not have allowed to stay the whole night because there were signs everywhere saying not to on a full moon. The cat who is now a pretty little man frying up some salmon for breakfast in my kitchen.

"Uh... Hi, do you have a name, cat?" I say, still tired, and liking the smell of the salmon.

He jumps a little but then looks at up grins up at me, "Hey, I'm Nip, I'm your new housemate."

#short story #shape shifters #cat #cats #to be continued if people show interest #long post

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nhinxsworld · 3 years

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I love pet play so here is me doing pet play scenrios ♡♡♡♡ just some thoughts what pet i think they would have and what they'd do uwu

my list!

Characters: Gojo Satoru x reader ; Megumi Fushiguro x reader ; Toji Fushiguro x reader ; Naoya Zenin x reader and Itadori Yuji x reader

warning: nsfw ; petplay ; dom/sub ; humiliation ; dumbification and idk???

Gojo Satoru

He peaks as the soft/slutty bunny type of guy or a cunning fox

Honestly his white hair just gives me snow bunny vibes, but any kind of bunny would be cool with him.

On one side he likes to corrupt the innocent looking ones, cute little bunnies who get feral horny with him. Pretty costumized bunny ears for his pet, he can afford it. Pretty pillow princesses he fucks stupid, in any position, but it's a plus if he can see that soft pretty tail.

Or maybe just the classic playboy bunny type, model body. Curvy, pretty ones, the nice lips, nice everything with those skin tight skimpy bunny suits. Fishnet or nylon doesn't matter, he'll rip them apart, he loves that clean sexy look, before he messes everything up.

Why fox? He just peaks me as somewhat you know special out of the usual. Foxes are rather rare for pet play since they aren't the average pet either. Though I can imagine a pretty fox, who would tease him back and is playful would keep him interested. He just might put a collar on you and tugs you around for the fun of it.

He thrives at any title master??? fuck yes baby push his ego. Sir??? hell yeah push his authority might as well call him sensei. daddy?? sure as classic he'll call you little one and other sweet nicknames

Really depends on his mood that day or what you'd want him to do, he can do anything, if you're a good pet for him he'll praise you, if you want to be degraded sure he'll call you his slut and spits on your face.

You just want to fuck ? Sure, he'll fuck you stupid and breeds your bunny/fox hole/cunt. You want him to actually treat you like a pet?? Yeah sure he'll put down a water bowl and all that shit down for you to use, he'll give you hella foreplay.

jokes about animal abuse in the end lol

Megumi Fushiguro

He is my baby, but if I had to pick for him? I'd just say puppy's. Megumi is a confirmed dog person, so yep I think he'd like obedient puppy's. Probably blushes when you put on the ears and the tail, at first he was like nah he isn't into it, but now it gets his dick hard.

He is very soft and sweet, so I can imagine that he'd get along with a playful and obedient puppy's. Loves it when the soft fur of your tail brushes against his skin and how the cute puppy ears peak through your hair. He'll praise you and would call you his good pet as he fucks on all fours. Probably wouldn't tug too much on your collar and leash, it just looks pretty on you.

Would get so flustered at the beginning if you want to call him titles, even if his name is girly, he'd probably still likes the intimacy when you call him by his name between titles.

probably thinks it's a bit weird at first, but you can ease him into it, and he'll tell you what he likes or and what he doesn't like

Toji Fushiguro

I'd just like to think the bias towards dogs runs in the family if not I think he's just the basic cat type same shit but calls you kitty

unlike Megumi, Toji isn't soft. He probably wouldn't care if you'd wear gear or not, actually he might tease and bully you, if you want to wear pretty puppy ears and a tail. Would call you slutty and weird, but he'd still fuck you. He is probably older so he'd just might call you childish and the whole 'You want to be a what kid??' Other than that he wouldn't always call you a good puppy, he'd call you his dumb fucking mutt. Just lives to degrade you and call you stupid. If you want to wear a collar and leash he'll fucking yank you with it, piss him off, and he will choke you with it.

He will literally choke you when you call him daddy. It's unknown of whether he likes or he hates it, he'd just allow it. Sir might be too formal for him a lot of people call him that probably since he is a bit older and works at weird places where he doesn't give his name often. Probably doesn't like master as it might be too touchy towards his family issues back when he was a Zenin.

If it's the cat type he probably is an absolute brat tamer, if you're an egoistic little kitty you're fucked. Get down on your knees for him, he'll fuck your throat until you cry. Be a good kitty for daddy, milk him. Behave and he just might help your little drenching pussy out.

He is just here to fuck, but he would humor you a bit with dirty talk, if you do well, and he likes you. Otherwise nah he wouldn't really go deep into petplay. He is an adult man who was married to what it seems a very normal women so he probably doesn't want to do something super wild or new.

Naoya Zenin

hmmmm I think it's a bit difficult because one dogs are obedient, but they're also often considered dirty mutts I feel like he'd rather like something expensive like one of those white beautiful fur blue eye cats (lmaoo gojo) though cats are seen as arrogant, and he wants his to submit to him fully

probably looks and acting wise he'd like cats but he'd go for dogs too

He just seems like the type to degrade you, and it's easier to insult a dog than a cat y'know?

LMAOO FORGET THE GEAR WITH HIM you won't ever get to ask him to put on ears. He is a traditional man, the max he'd put on you is a collar. I just don't see him wanting to take you on your suggestions and I don't see him suggesting it himself.

If you're very, very, very well-behaved he just might call you a good dog. Yep, don't expect him to call you something cute like puppy. Probably the type to not let you wear any clothes, but your collar. Makes you crawl around with a leash attached, he wants to see you suffer, he wants to dehumanize you. He fucking owns you, he does whatever he wants with you. You're here for his pleasure not yours and he gets off to you being embarrassed and humiliated.

Bark back and he'll put a muzzle on you.

Don't even hesitate to lick the floor he walks on, don't look at him, when he doesn't allow it. He will punish you upon misbehaving and his punishments are real torture.

With him, you need to be well-trained and groomed, a dirty disobedient pet isn't going to stay anywhere near him. Be a good pet, and he just might let you sleep next to his bed, if you do very well and present yourself well in front of his family he just might treat you well and allow you to sleep on the bed.

This isn't pet-play to him he is just an asshole. If he makes you eat face first from a bowl like a dog, he does it to humiliate and laugh at you. Calls you pathetic.

Yuji Itadori

lmaooo its said he is mixed between dogs and cats, but I think he'd have a cat lean when it comes to pet-play

it's just the whole catgirl/catboy/catenby on the internet for him, he thinks cat ears are cute

would totally be exited if you wanted to wear cat ears and tail, he'd just be fascinated about them for while, thinks it's super cute nothing weird at all

hell he'd love it if you wore the cat ears outside bedroom activities too

Would coo and praise you, goes pspsp and all the shit like you're a real cat

wholesome sex but would get horny af if you meow while he pounds you

absolutely mad horny when your collar jingles around while he fucks you, it's too cute

Thinks it's super fucking cute would totally be intrested to look further for fun, probably would platonically treat you as a pet too. Calls you kitty outside the bedroom.

Neck scratches !!

Calls you his pretty kitty, would be down to do anything.

He is your biggest simp :)

#megumi x you #fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you #megumi headcanons #gojo smut #gojo x you #gojo saturo x reader #naoya zenin #naoya x reader #yuji itadori x reader #itadori x y/n

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kylermalloy · 2 years

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TO for the blorbo game! And TLOVM if you want to 😁

I finally have a chance to answer this!!!

Okay, for The Originals:

blorbo: Elijah! He’s smooth, he’s ruthless, he’s terrible but he’s a snazzy dresser. The guilt that plagues him constantly is unparalleled, and he’d do anything for the people he loves. He’s also in love with his siblings but shhh

scrunkly: this one’s weird, because nobody on this show is easily woobified—and I don’t want to! Aside from the literal baby, the Cutest(TM) character would probably be Cami. She’s very aggressive despite being a mere human amongst the immortal idiots who all need her for one reason or another. It’s adorable.

scrimblo bimblo: this would have to be Marcel, I think. He’s such a good, solid character! Even the show itself seemed to be blind to what a good character he was sometimes. After season 1, they didn’t always use him properly. Even when he returned to significance in a big way in season 3, it almost came out of nowhere. Not to mention how well-acted he was! This show did not deserve Charles Michael Davis.

glup shitto: Father Kieran! He’s world-weary, cynical, can get shouty sometimes, but is completely comfortable being threatened by vampires, witches, werewolves, you name it. He won’t flinch. And of course, he’s extremely protective of his loved ones. I wish he’d stuck around longer…

poor little meow meow: how can it not be Klaus? Klaus is the epitome of the poor little meow meow, I think. He’s the problematic fave, the mass murdering psychopath who loves getting drenched in blood, and he looks good doing it! He also cries sometimes, and he likes blondes, and every other sentence he says sounds like a seduction. Also yes, he’s pathetic too. Love him.

horse plinko: also Klaus, I think? Or—maybe a tie between Klaus and Elijah. They’re both fun to torment!

eeby deeby: the Trinity. Lucien, Tristan, and Aurora. Get on the elevator, you’re going to the flaming vortex. Those three are annoying, grating, not fun, and generally underdeveloped. Pass, do not like.

And now for The Legend of Vox Machina (I don’t know this story or these characters half as well, so forgive my generalizations):

blorbo: Vax, purely because of the sexy neck biting scene. It’s such an Image to begin with, then fanarts kept appearing on my dash, making it impossible to forget! (Also the sibling codependency, and the pet bear? Fine bonuses!)

scrunkly: Pike! She’s adorable and her arc is intriguing, and her voice is so unique. Ashley Johnson instills such vulnerability in her without, again, babying her in the slightest.

scrimblo bimbo: I have no idea how underrated/overrated anyone is, so this is purely a guess on my part—Grog. He’s a simple character, could be a cliche, but…not quite. And I love his relationship with Pike. Their little action sequence in the opening titles gets me excited every time!

glup shitto: This is cheating a bit, because Scanlan is anything but a background character, and he’s probably not unpopular—but for me personally, I hadn’t heard of him till I started watching, and he is so fun to watch. I’ve found myself singing some of his stupid little ditties (Scanlan’s haaaaandddd!) in my everyday life. He’s just the right balance between stupid and genius.

poor little meow meow: Percy! He’s got the sad backstory, the cool weapon that kills people faster than almost anyone else’s, the anime-eyeglasses-reflection, and the alter ego(?) who also kills people. Also, he’s got a little sister to take care of now!

horse plinko: Keyleth, for some reason. I think it would be fun to make her fret—all that anxiety!

eeby deeby: both of the Briarwoods. Neck biting is sexy but still rude. Zombies? Inexcusable.

Send me a fandom and I’ll list my blorbos and other tumblr-specific labels

#asks #aeruthien #the originals #the legend of vox machina #some of these were hard! i usually pick just one or two characters and go to town with them #very rarely do i latch onto whole casts of characters #who do i consider my baby? who do i want to torture? surprise! it’s probably the same character #given how extensively I documented elijah’s suffering in the boyking au it only makes sense #although i suppose tristan’s already in superhell lol

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toutallyahoe · 4 years

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Want And Need ~ Gavin Reed (DBH)

requested by: --

pairing(s): gavin reed x male reader, tina chen x male reader

warnings: cursing, drinking alcohol, angst, unrequited love

a/n: this had been in my drafts for months or 2018 to be more accurate lmao and now i finally finished it asfahaksjad anyways, been awhile since i written for dbh

and some... uhh... stuff

so enjoy! :D

"What? You're going already?" Tina couldn't help but chuckle as she nodded her head, sending her brunet friend a smile as she stood up from the chair she sat.

"Yeah," Tina said as she then shrugged when Gavin sent her an annoyed look. "Wish I could hang more but [Name] wanted to take me out for dinner."

Gavin rolled his eyes at the black haired woman turned her head to the doorway to see the said male she was talking about with the brunet detective. [Name] was leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed on his chest. A small grin on his lips as he saw Tina spotted him.

"And speak of the devil, there he is now," Tina had laughed as she gave a small wave from the [Hair color] haired male who sent her a grin.

"Hey, you two!" [Name] had joyfully greeted as he approached the two. [Name] slung his arms around both the twos' neck as he peck the black haired female's cheek and then sent Gavin a smile. "Missed you guys so much!" The [Hair color] haired man had chuckled as Gavin let out a groan as he drank his drink.

"Speak of the devil indeed," Gavin had groaned as he sent a small glare at the other man who only chuckled while the female grinned.

"Awe, you didn't missed me, Gav?" Gavin rolled his eyes as he saw [Name] pout.

"Miss you? You gone was the best hours of my life," Gavin huffed as he then continued on. "And stop calling me "'Gav,' damn it!"

Tina couldn't help but chuckle as [Name] had his arms retracked back towards him, freeing the two. "Now, now boys. Stop being six year olds and make up," Tina had teased as Gavin sent her an annoyed glare.

"Fuck off, Chen," Gavin spat as the said female laughed as the [Hair color] haired man had ruffled Gavin's hair who in turn cursed him then.

"Anyways," [Name] had trailed off as he raised his wrist to looked at his watch. "We better be going now, love," [Name] had finished as he turned his gaze to Tina and lovingly smiled when he saw her nodded her head and took her coat from the chair beside her.

Softly smiling, Tina looked back at the brunet sitting beside her who raised his glass and drank the alcoholic contents. Patting the male's shoulder as she bid her good bye. "Well, we gotta go, Gav. See you tomorrow at the precinct!" Tina had said as she walked towards the door's of the bar, turning her head to see [Name] patting Gavin's back and bid his good bye as well.

"Don't drink too much, Gavin," [Name] had said as he sent the brunet detective a small smile.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now go and have a fun," Gavin had said as he shooed the [Hair color] haired man away, sending a smirk as he did. "Not too much fun, though!" He had hollered which caused [Name] to chuckle with a faint blush on his cheeks and had Tina yelled Gavin's name in disbelief as she then laughed and flip him off. The said male merely returned the gesture with a grin.

"Have fun you two!" The brunet bid as he saw [Name] had began walking towards Tina who waited for him in the entrance of the pub. Their hands intertwined then when the [Hair color] haired man had finally arrived beside the asian female as they then walked out the club together. Leaving behind Gavin who's smile faded as he watched the two.

The brunet turned his gaze in front of him as his hands clutched the glass on his hands hard as he grit his teeth. He then emptied the contents of alcohol from his glass by downing it in one go. The acidic taste of alcohol going down his throat as he slammed the glass on the counter.

"Jim! Get me more!" Gavin had ordered as the bartender only nodded his head and did what the brunet had said. Filling Gavin's glass with whiskey as the male had then immediately drank it. "Another!"

Drunk out of his ass, Gavin was now on his apartment where he sat at the red velvet couch and groaned out from the pain he was feeling with his head aching. "Fuck, I shouldn't have drank to much," Gavin had muttered to himself as he rubbed his temple. The brunet already regretting his choices as he sat there.

Gavin let out huff and was about to sleep on the couch when a meow beside him had took his attention. Turning where his cat was, the feline had merely looked at their owner almost judgingly as they then went back to laying comfortably beside the drunk male.

Gavin stopped rubbing his aching head and just stared blankly at in front of him. A sigh left his lips. "God... I'm such a fucking mess..." Gavin muttered to himself as a frown on his lips, wondering how he came to be.

"Oh right, it was with him..." The brunet had softly said as he remembered what happened a few days back.

"Saturday, six o'clock at my place?" [Name] had said as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. A small, nervous smile on his lips as the female in front of him giggled.

"Sure thing, [Name]," Tina said as she punched the [Hair color] haired man's shoulder. "Better be fun," Tina giggled as she saw [Name] sent her a beaming smile.

"Trust me, I'll make sure it will be."

Not to far away from the two, Gavin turned around and began walking away. Passing by a trash can where he immediately threw the movie he had bought for their hang out, he gritted his teeth as his vision began to blur. The scene replaying on his mind made his heart clench in pain.

"The fuck was I fooling?" The brunet had muttered to himself as his hands balled into a fist. His knuckles turning white from the action.

"Of course he wouldn't fucking like me like that way," Gavin weakly chuckled to himself as his vision blurred a bit from the upcoming tears that were threatening to fall down his face. "Who was I fooling...?"

Gavin gritted his teeth as he remembered that awful memory. The memory where he was ready to tell what he felt to the [Hair color] haired man only to see him asking another friend of his out for a date.

'The worst part was I didn't even got a fucking chance.' The brunet male grit his teeth as his vision began to blur. Gripping the hem of his shirt as he felt his heart clench at remembering the sign him was pinning onto her and the black haired female doing the same.

"God... I'm such an dumbass..." Gavin said to himself as he bit back the sob threatening to escape his lips. His heart clenched painfully from realizing he never, truly had a chance.

"Oh my fucking God! Reed what the fuck?!?" The [Hair color] haired man had screamed as he was on the ground, drenched with the warm coffee he was drinking awhile ago. The brunet merely laughed at the [Hair color] haired man as he clutched his stomach from the pain of laughing too much.

"O-oh my G-god! You s-should've seen your f-face! Priceless!" Gavin rasped out as he wiped a tear from his eyes, having the time of his life the brunet was. [Name] merely rolled his [Eye color] eyes in annoyance as wiped the coffee off his face.

"Yeah, yeah, it was fucking hilarious. Thanks asshole," [Name] had said as he sent the still laughing male a glare. Gavin only sent him a wink as he walked away laughing.

"You love this asshole though!" The brunet had shouted as he walked out the break room to go and get the [Hair color] haired man an extra shirt to wear since he was drenched with the coffee he was drinking awhile ago.

When Gavin had returned with the extra shirt, he saw the new female recruit helping out his friend and partner. The brunet frowned a bit when he saw the female giving the [Hair color] haired man a smile as the male seemed to be flustered a bit. As he watched the two exchange words, Gavin felt really bad about something.

"Hi, I'm Tina Chen." The female, Tina, had said with a smile on her lips as she held her hand towards the [Hair color] haired man who grinned as he grabbed and shook the black haired female's hand.

"Nice to meet you officer Chen. Name's [Name] [Last name]."

Gavin forced himself to try and forget the memories of him pinning over his friend. He tried to desperately forget about them but it always came back. Haunting the brunet in a never ending cycle.

'This was so unfair. So fucking unfair.' Gavin thought as the tears fell down his eyes. Looking at his ceiling, the brunet detective remembered [Name] being so happy when he told the news his date with Tina went well.

Gavin remembered [Name] smiling so happily as he told him that he was in love with the female officer. That this was the first time he felt so strongly with someone.

"I never stood a chance," Gavin weakly chuckled to himself. "How fucking pathetic," Gavin continued as he cried.

Gavin Reed wanted [Name] [Last name]. His partner in crime (both literally and figuratively), his best friend. But he can't have the [Hair color] haired man as when Gavin wanted him— Tina Chen, a friend and fellow officer, needed [Name]. The two were made for each other and they both made each other happy.

The brunet detective remembered Tina being more optimistic in the DPD precinct. More happy to go to work and would come towards him to ask questions on [Name]'s likes and dislikes. The [Hair color] haired man's hobbies and what he looks for a significant lover.

Gavin saw that Tina was making an effort with the courting [Name] was doing for her. Doing things for the [Hair color] haired man aswell like surprising [Name] with his favorite foods or having movie dates in their day offs.

Gavin saw they were making their relationship worth it and he couldn't help but feel happy for them both. No matter how much it hurts him— Gavin Reed merely wanted the [Hair color] haired man. While Tina Chen needed [Name].

And that's where Gavin knew the difference between want and need.

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anotherkpopvictim · 4 years

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Seven Is Our Lucky Number - OT7 Story Chapter 3

(Gif Source - my gif)

Chapter 3: When Hoseok met Seokjin

A/N: So hear me out...this is different than the 2Seok/JinHope drabble I did a few months ago because they’re playing with a cat instead of a dog, okay. It’s different, I swear it is...

Truthfully, I just have a thing for these two with animals so I’m sorry.

I wrote the first part on a rainy day while I listened to RM’s Mono album.

Also, I decided that I wanted to add dates for the flashbacks so I went back to the previous chapters and added them. You don’t really need to pay attention to them, but the way I’m writing the flashbacks in the upcoming chapters might be a bit confusing, so I wanted to make the timeline a bit more clear. Italics indicate a flashback and anything not in italics takes place present-day (spring-summer 2020).

Anyways, enjoy I guess?

Relationship: BTS X BTS (Hoseok X Seokjin focused)

Rating: G

Words: 2789

Fluff

Italics = flashback

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May 2, 2011

Hoseok and Seokjin’s first meeting was completely different from the others in that they didn’t know that they would be working together for a long time in the future when it happened.

Whenever Hoseok got super stressed out, too stuck in his own head, he would take a few buses across the busy city of Seoul and go to his favorite cat cafe. He would order a hot chocolate and a slice of lemon cake and spend time with the cats for hours, petting and scratching them to his heart’s content.

He especially liked this one cat cafe because it was a home for stray cats who were extremely friendly. The best part about going there was seeing another customer fall in love with one of the cats and come back to adopt it. The people always looked so happy, and these cats who hadn’t had such a good start to life were getting a second chance.

So maybe that’s why Hoseok liked it at the cat cafe so much, maybe seeing the happiness and joy in others’ expressions made him happy too.

He seemed to crave that escape more often lately.

While Namjoon and Yoongi had been working with some producers at the company in preparation for their group, Hoseok was working with some choreographers.

Now, Hoseok was confident in his ability to dance. He knew that he was talented, he knew that he had the passion, but that didn’t mean that seeing these even more talented dancers didn’t make him feel a little pathetic.

The choreographers were all nice and really helped him further himself as a dancer, but it didn’t stop the thoughts running through his brain that were telling him he wasn’t good enough. That he wasn’t good enough to make a career out of it.

So, the dancer found himself sitting on a crowded bus, earbuds in as he watched the city pass by outside the window. Once he got off at his stop, Hoseok pulled his hood over his head to block the drizzling rain. He wasn’t so much worried about his hair as he was his headphones, which were well used and nearly falling apart and probably wouldn’t take too well to water.

He enjoyed the fresh scent of the rain as he walked down the sidewalks, passing by hundreds of people who didn’t spare him a second glance. It didn’t take him long to get where he was going, as his self-deprecating thoughts flooded his mind.

He quickly found himself at a booth in his favorite cat cafe, hot chocolate, and lemon cake on the table in front of him, along with a friendly tabby cat who hadn’t left Hoseok’s side since he walked through the door. He liked to think that the animal could sense how down he was feeling that day and wanted to give him some company to help him feel better.

He smiled tiredly at the cat and scratched its head softly. The animal let out a content purr and pushed its face up into Hoseok’s hand.

A large crowd of students - high school age it seemed like - came through the doors of the cafe, immediately disrupting the previous calm atmosphere provided by the few patrons.

Hoseok tried to focus on the cat and the comfort it was bringing him, and he was thankful when the students quieted down a bit a few minutes later.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been lost in the cute cat before he looked up again to take a glance around the cafe. It was an unintentional habit of his, people watching. Especially here at the cafe.

He wasn’t expecting to catch sight of the best-looking young man he’d ever seen in his life. He was probably twenty or twenty-one and had dark eyebrows and plump lips that Hoseok startlingly thought about wanting to kiss for a moment. He was tall and handsome and although Hoseok usually found that those two words went along with egotistical and rude, this man’s demeanor was nonchalant if not a bit subdued - the complete opposite of the stuck up personalities he’d seen all too many times before.

The young man looked a little lost as he picked up his drink from the counter and turned around to find a seat. Unfortunately, every single seat, even the worst ones, were taken.

Hoseok locked eyes with the man and was speaking up before he could stop himself. “You can sit with me if you’d like,” he invited, grimacing internally immediately afterward. He hoped he didn’t sound too weird.

The man appeared surprised but nodded, giving him a gentle smile as he took a seat across from him in the booth. “Ah, thank you,” he said.

“No problem, I feel bad taking up such a big booth on my own now that it’s so busy,” Hoseok replied. “I’m Hoseok.”

“Seokjin,” the man - Seokjin - said. His dark brown eyes strayed to the cat perched on the table.

The cat happily accepted the pets from Seokjin when he reached over the table to run his hands through the orange fur on its back. Seokjin smiled and cooed, “You’re a cutie, aren’t you?”

Hoseok couldn’t help the grin the spread across his lips as he watched the two of them interact. With Seokjin’s entrance into his day, his insecurities were pushed to the far back of his mind. Seokjin’s kindness and ensnaring aura about him demanded Hoseok’s attention.

“So, Hoseok-ssi,” Seokjin began casually, glancing up from scratching the tabby cat’s head. “I couldn’t help but notice you looked a little down earlier.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened, “Oh, uh, you saw that?”

“Yeah,” Seokjin cheeks tinged pink, “That probably sounded strange but I saw you earlier while I was waiting in line. Did you come here to get some love from the cats?”

“Yep, I usually come here after a bad day.”

Seokjin hummed curiously, “Me too. Sometimes university gets to be too much.”

“Well, I’m just a dancer.” Hoseok replied, “A hard day for me is probably nothing compared to what you deal with.”

The other man immediately shook his head, “Don’t say that. Dancing is difficult. I certainly need some help in that area.”

Hoseok huffed out a chuckle before he fell somber once more. “Sometimes I don’t think I’m good enough,” he admitted. It felt good to say it out loud to someone else, even if that someone else was a total stranger.

Seokjin nodded understandingly, “And do you think that because other people have told you or because you’re telling yourself?”

Hoseok paused, digesting the other’s words. No one had ever told him he wasn’t a good dancer - in fact, he was often told the exact opposite. He’d won competitions before and had quite a few trophies back at his parents’ house to show for his efforts. His close friends and family constantly told him how he was given a special gift to be able to dance the way he does.

“I’m only telling myself,” he murmured under his breath in realization. Acceptance.

“Not that I think others should be the judge of your talent,” Seokjin continued, “But I think that we’re too often our own worst critics.”

“You’re right,” Hoseok replied, feeling like a weight was lifted off of his chest. “I’ve worked hard at dancing for five years now. I shouldn’t doubt myself so much.”

“Five years?” Seokjin whistled, impressed. “You’d definitely destroy me in a dance contest then. My best move is The Sprinkler.”

Hoseok burst out laughing, a loud noise that garnered the attention of quite a few booths around them. The dancer slapped his hand over his mouth and ducked his head shyly.

“Don’t do that,” Seokjin said, giving him a gentle kick to the leg. “You have an adorable laugh.”

Hoseok was blushing bright red now.

Thankfully, he was saved from having to respond by the tabby cat standing up on the table and moving towards Seokjin, accidentally knocking over his paper cup with its foot. Coffee spilled all over Seokjin’s shirt and pants, fortunately not hot enough to burn him.

Seokjin let out a little yelp of surprise before snickering, amused.

An employee who saw the incident hurried over from behind the counter with a towel and apologizes on her lips. “Aye, you clumsy cat! I’m so sorry, sir.”

Seokjin gave her a reassuring smile and waved his hand as he took the towel from her and started gently patting at his drenched clothing. “No worries. I’ve heard coffee is great for the skin!”

The girl sighed in relief and let out a little giggle. Then she poked the cat’s nose fondly, “Well, Qi, you’d better learn from this mistake or you won’t be allowed out here again.”

“Qi?” Hoseok inquired.

The girl nodded. “His name. He’s from a litter of eight stray kittens. They were simply given Mandarin numbers as names by the good citizen who found them and we thought it was cute so we kept the names.”

Hoseok wasn’t brushed up on his Mandarin, but he was pretty sure ‘Qi’ was either the number six or seven.

Qi meowed and swished his tail back and forth in the air. The animal looked quite satisfied with himself and Hoseok wondered if maybe he’d knocked over the cup on purpose.

After a few more minutes of conversing with the waitress - Hyojin, she told them - she excused herself to get back to work with a final apology for the mess to Seokjin.

Hoseok took a look at his phone and sighed resignedly at the time. “I should probably get going before it gets dark.” He looked up at the other. Hoseok really didn’t want to leave - he was enjoying his time with Seokjin and Qi. “It was nice to meet you, Seokjin-ssi. And, uh, thank you, for putting things into perspective for me.”

Seokjin smiled. “No worries. It was nice to meet you, too, Hoseok-ssi.”

Hoseok, a total and complete idiot, forgot to ask for Seokjin’s number. When he realized this, he was bummed as he liked the young man. With no way to contact him, he could only hope that they would meet again somehow.

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“No way!”

“Jimin-”

“No!” Jimin shouted, an angry (cute) pout on his face. “How did we not know the first real time you guys met?”

“Yeah!” Taehyung whined, “That’s so sweet! How could you keep that from us!”

“It just never came up,” Hoseok replied sheepishly.

Jungkook patted both Jimin and Taehyung’s shoulders soothingly until they sat back down on the sofa.

All seven of them were gathered around their living room for a group meeting called by Hoseok. After looking back at his own first meetings with the members, he realized that there was another seven in their lives.

Now, Hoseok really didn’t believe in this whole thing the first time Namjoon mentioned it. But after speaking with Yoongi and having his own revelation that ‘Qi’ was indeed the number seven in Mandarin, he was starting to question it. Was it possible at all to have a lucky number? It seemed so silly, so childish to think so, and yet...it was slowly progressing beyond more than just a coincidence.

That was exactly why he called the meeting with all six of his boyfriends.

“It was a couple of months after that we met at the dorms for the first time, and neither of us were super close to you guys then so there wasn’t really a reason to say it,” Seokjin explained in an attempt to placate his (cutely) angry boyfriends. “I haven’t even thought about that day for years. I didn’t remember that the cat’s name was Qi.”

“This is starting to get really weird,” Jungkook remarked. Jimin was sitting in his lap now, and the maknae had his hands running through Jimin’s dark locks.

“It is,” Namjoon agreed, “It’s probably nothing, though...right? Maybe this whole quarantine thing is just driving us crazy.”

Yoongi snorted, “We’ve always been crazy.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and cuddled further into Hoseok’s side, “Fine, maybe it’s driving us crazier than we normally are.”

Seokjin and Yoongi hummed in agreement from their spot on the love seat. With Jimin and Jungkook stuck together on the other couch, it left Taehyung on his own.

The second youngest was on the other end of the couch from Jimin and Jungkook, and he was clutching a blanket closely to him as he stared off into space.

Jimin frowned and nudged him when he noticed this. “Hey, are you alright, Tae?”

All eyes were on Taehyung as he blinked and took in the situation. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” he replied quickly. He smiled tiredly, “Just didn’t sleep well last night.”

None of them bought his excuse but they let it go anyway. They knew better than to pressure Taehyung into talking about what was going on in his head. They just had to wait until Taehyung was ready to tell them.

“I wonder where Qi is now?” Hoseok wondered out loud, a smooth transition to a different subject. “I liked him.”

Seokjin hummed in agreement. “Me too. Except, he interrupted my attempts at flirting with you.”

Hoseok looked at him with wide eyes, “Wait, you were flirting with me?”

“Of course,” the eldest replied smugly, “How could I not when you’re such a cutie and sweet enough to offer me a seat.”

Hoseok was blushing as red as a tomato. He felt just like he did that day he first met the older man. He leaned over and smacked Seokjin’s arm lightly with a pout, “Don’t tease me!”

“But you’re so easy to tease!”

Seokjin and Hoseok ended up in some kind of hand slapping fight while the others watched on in amusement. Just another typical day in the Bangtan household.

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July 21, 2011

“Two new members?” Yoongi inquired.

Namjoon nodded, “PD-nim didn’t tell me much but one of them is moving into the dorms today. The other will be here next week.”

While Yoongi and Namjoon begrudgingly went about making the dorm presentable for their new housemate, Hoseok was much more enthusiastic about it. He’d always been a fairly neat person and got a feeling of pride and calm when things were orderly.

So, Hoseok unsurprisingly went the extra mile. Namjoon and Yoongi were all but passed out on the couch and groaning like children after tidying while Hoseok went through the small dorm three times over, each time finding something out of place that he could fix.

Just as he was fluffing up the pillows on the beat-up couch, there was a knock at the door, immediately gathering the attention of the three boys.

“That must be him,” Namjoon commented, rising from the sofa to answer the door.

“At least he knocked first,” Yoongi mumbled, “Unlike some people.” He looked pointedly at Hoseok. Obviously, he was referring to the fact that the first time they met, Hoseok had kind of just barged into the dorm.

The dancer pouted and put his hands on his hips, “Hey! They gave me keys because they weren’t sure if you were going to be there! That’s not my fault!”

Yoongi chuckled fondly and ruffled Hoseok’s hair. “I know.”

Namjoon returned to the living room with someone following him.

It took a moment for Hoseok to recognize the young man. He locked eyes with the newest edition and both their eyes widened a little bit.

“Guys, this is Kim Seokjin-ssi.” Namjoon announced, “He’s the oldest of us, so show some respect please.”

Kim Seokjin. Seokjin, the young man Hoseok had talked with at the cafe what felt like so long ago. He really never thought he’d ever see him again and now here he was, in front of him once more. What were the chances?

Hoseok moved closer and gave a quick bow in greeting. He wasn’t sure how he should act around the other in this situation, so he kind of just went with the flow. “Uh, hello, I’m Hoseok?” It came out like a question.

Seokjin gave him a secretive little smile. “Nice to meet you, Hoseok-ah.”

Yoongi sat up on the couch and gave Seokjin a head nod, “Nice to meet you, Seokjin-ssi. I hope we can work well together.”

Seokjin smiled, the expression filled with a natural tenderness. It was the same tenderness Hoseok had witnessed on the young man at the cafe with Qi. “Call me hyung. I have a feeling we’re going to be together for a long time.”

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A/N: So I hope that all the flashbacks aren’t making things too confusing. Let me know if it is, please.

Otherwise, I always appreciate likes and comments as they keep me motivated. I’m open to any constructive criticism as well.

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6 and 17 from the prompt list? With logince? I really loved your analogical dads and baby Patton 💙

“I need a place to stay.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

Oooh this is gonna be fun.

Characters: Logan and Roman

Relationships: Some Logince for you shippers out there.

Warnings: None, I don't think? Let me know if I should add any though.

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It was, as they say, a dark and stormy night. More stormy than anything else though; thunder rattled and cracked in the sky, shaking the apartment's thin walls as Logan attempted to make himself some soup for dinner.

Okay, so maybe soup was a bit of a generous name to give it.

Logan stirred his chicken Ramen over the stove, dutifully following the instructions on the package while lightning split the dark sky in half over and over and over again outside the window. In the living room, the TV murmured beneath the clattering of rain on the roof, which had risen to a deafening roar since the storm had first made itself known with cold drops and sharp wind.

Logan flinched as the gale outside flung a loose branch against the kitchen window with a sharp crack--at least the glass didn't break, any harder and it might've done just that.

He finished making his Ramen and poured it into a mug, sniffing at it appreciatively as he padded into the living room to eat. His tabby cat, Newton, meowed at him from beneath the couch. She hated storms, and honestly Logan couldn't blame her. She's going to need more food, he reminded himself. The bag's almost empty. I can try to get into town sometime--

A sharp rap at the door forced Logan to pause his thoughts, turning in surprise towards the entrance to his apartment. He wasn't expecting visitors--he almost never was, not only that but he lived in a somewhat shady part of town and it was common for drunks to wander around after dark.

None of them had knocked on his door, though.

Logan waited, and whoever it was knocked again--it sounded almost desperate that time. Clearly the person had no intention of leaving anytime soon, whoever they were. Logan sighed, heading over to the door and cracking it open.

A tall man in a red and white jacket looked back at him, drenched from head to toe and shivering violently. His form was immediately blurred by the rain that splattered against Logan's glasses.

"Uh, hi--" he sneezed. "Sorry...I uh…I really need a place to stay. Just…" he looked up. "Just until the storm passes. Please… I've tried everyone else on the street, and I--"

"Come in."

The man looked surprised--no, shocked. "Really? I--I can stay?"

"I believe I just said that you could." Logan's voice was concerned, not irritated. This guy was clearly sick on top of whatever had forced him into the storm unprepared.

"Thank you so much, Mr…"

"Call me Logan." He gestured for the other man to step inside, pulling the door firmly shut behind them.

"Thank you, Logan. My name's Roman, nice to meet you despite the ah, unfortunate circumstances.

Logan nodded. He looked down at his Ramen, then suddenly thrust it into Roman's hands.

"I have plenty extra," he said when he saw the look on the man's face. "Living room is in there, go sit down."

"Logan, please, I can't take this--"

"Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion." Logan said firmly. He pointed at the couch. "Sit."

Roman sat. He looked like he was going to try and argue again, but then he looked down at the Ramen in his hands and the last bit of his resolve faded as he dug in.

"Thank you."

Logan nodded, turning and padding down the hallway to his room. He returned to the living room a few minutes later with a bundle of clothes in his arms, which he set down on the coffee table. Roman looked at the bundle, then up at Logan.

"You're sick," Logan said before he could say anything. "That won't be helped by you sitting around in those wet clothes." He pointed at the hallway he'd just come from. "Bathroom is down there on the left. Change when you're done eating."

"Not that sick," Roman muttered. "You don't have to--" a sudden bout of coughing cut him off, and once he could breathe again Logan was glaring at him with his hands on his hips. He shut his mouth and did as he was told, finishing his Ramen before grabbing the bundle and disappearing down the hall. Logan sighed, then went back into the kitchen to make himself some more Ramen.

Roman came back right as the water started to boil, dressed in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a plain red shirt. He'd toweled off, and now his damp hair hung around his dark eyes, framing his tanned face. A blanket was draped over his shoulders, swirling behind him like a cape as he came into the room.

Despite the entrance, however, Roman looked anything but princely. If anything, he looked all the more forlorn; all the more tired. His walk was more of a stagger, and his breath rattled in his throat as he passed Logan and collapsed weakly onto the couch.

"I'll bring you something to take so that you sleep better tonight." Logan searched through the cupboards, pulling out two green pills and a glass which he filled with water.

"Thank you," Roman rasped as he handed it to him. Logan nodded and went to retrieve his Ramen. Though he hated to, it would be best if he went to his room early and ate in there so that his guest could sleep.

"I'll leave you alone now," he told Roman, turning to leave.

"No wait!" Roman coughed again, his body shaking under the blanket. "Stay…please? I...I don't much like the dark."

Logan narrowed his eyes. Had Roman looked so pathetic a few moments ago? He's not…he sighed; defeated.

"Very well." Logan took his Ramen into the living room and seated himself next to Roman, nibbling at the noodles and glaring at them when his glasses fogged from the steam. Eventually, he heard Roman's voice as he wiped his glasses off for the third time.

"I like your cat." Logan put his glasses back on and looked up to see that Newton had made her way into Roman's lap. The other man was currently stroking her fur, and before long a soft purr rumbled in her throat. She likes him. Newton has good taste, Roman can't be all that bad if she likes him.

"That's Newton," he stated, gesturing to the cat. "I'm surprised she decided to come out from under the couch while the storm was still going."

"You named your cat Newton?" Roman chuckled and then coughed. "That's a new one."

Logan didn't know how to answer that, so he didn't, allowing silence to fall over the room again. Roman was quiet for a while, contenting himself to giving Newton attention, but before long he was talking again.

"Got any stories to tell, Logan?"

"Stories?" Logan looked up, surprised.

"Yeah. Where are you from? Got any family? A dramatic life story?" He tried to laugh, but all that resulted from it was another bout of coughing.

"There's hardly anything dramatic about my life story," Logan answered dryly. "Strict parents. Youngest of four siblings. Got kicked out when I was sixteen."

"I'd call that dramatic." Roman smiled; he didn't try to laugh this time. He yawned. "I'm from up North; came down to check on my sister. Family business, I guess you could say. We got in a fight and she kicked me out of her house."

"She kicked you out when you were sick!?" Logan's exclamation brought out a surprised look from Roman.

"Yeah. She was pretty mad." He grinned. "I'm a pain in the ass. Ask anybody I know."

"Doesn't give anyone an excuse to…" Logan cut himself off, grumbling, and suddenly stood up with a huff. "Are--are you sufficiently tired for me to leave, Roman?"

The man grinned at him. How dare he be so cute. "Yeah, I think so. Night Logan."

Roman stayed for three days, letting Logan take care of him and occasionally snatching a conversation when he could from the otherwise quiet man. Logan didn't understand why, but he found himself looking forward to getting to talk to the odd and rather dramatic character that had stumbled through his door; he was fun to talk to, interesting. He hadn't really realized how lonely he was until Roman came, and Logan enjoyed his company more than he would've liked to admit.

On the fourth day, Roman was gone. There were no goodbyes or anything like that; he just disappeared. Logan woke up to find his clothes folded and stacked in the hallway near his door, the kitchen swept clean and the previous night's dishes washed, the living room straightened up, and most importantly--there wasn't a sign of the princely character anywhere. When Logan went into the kitchen he found a note taped to the refrigerator.

Dear Logan, it said.

I'm sorry about the hasty exit, but I guess life calls at inopportune times and I didn't want to wake you. Thank you for the hospitality you have extended to me these past few days, and the kindness you've shown to me. I appreciate everything you've done immensely, and I hope to pay you back for it one day. In case you're wondering I'll be back eventually, don't worry. I look forward to seeing you again, maybe we can get coffee the next time I'm in town?

In case you want to talk to me before then, here's my number.

Logan couldn't help the slight blush that tinted his cheeks by the time he'd finished reading the letter, and the little smile that crossed his face as he folded the paper and set it down.

Then he went back to his life.

Except, this time, one might have noticed a little more energy in Logan than before; a few more smiles; a different kind of optimism for life that wasn't there before. And while those he knew might speculate on what had changed for him; why he was different, Logan of course knew the real reason.

After all, his prince was coming back. When, Logan couldn't say for sure. He had the feeling that Roman was something of a spontaneous character.

But he'd be back.

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cynical-gamer-media · 5 years

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An Oh-So Serious (Cute) Secret!

Day 2: Secrets for @fe3hlgbtweek. Dorothea follows Edelgard one rainy night to see a secret the girl keeps... a rather wholesome secret.

Dorothea noticed Edelgard coming down the stairs. She seemed to be in quite a panicky state as she rounded the corner with two picnic baskets in her arms. Green eyes lit up in flabbergast. It is unlike the austere Edelgard to act fretful. Where could she be possibly heading out at this time with rain pelting against the rooftops? The picnic baskets indicated that she was going out in this terrible weather, even in nothing but her sleepwear and shoes. Maybe... maybe it’s a secret, one which weighs heavily upon Edelgard.

A newfound terror gripped Dorothea’s heart. Edie is always there to listen to others’ problems and burdens, but never one to disclose her own. Brown eyebrows knitted in newfound determination. Well Dorothea isn’t going to allow her best friend to be burdened and freeze out in the weather alone! Even if she gets sick it mattered not when Edelgard needed help!

Quickly yet quietly the brunette dashed and kept her distance behind Edelgard. When the princess stopped Dorothea quickly hid behind a pillar. After a few seconds of waiting to make sure Edelgard didn’t find her the sound of a door opening and closing indicated that the coast is clear. Dorothea followed pursuit and soon found herself outside. Rain pelted heavily and obscured most of the monastery’s architect. Her vision strained, yet she noticed Edelgard crouched in an area. Judging from the shadows she wasn’t the only one.

When Dorothea approached her eyes lit up in flabbergast. There before her is a drenched Edelgard trying to stuff some cats into the picnic baskets to keep them dry. A massive sigh of relief escaped Dorothea. For Goddess sake she thought it was something of dire consequences! Edelgard heard her sigh and shot her head up in alarm. Upon sight of the brunette a red blush illuminated across the pallor princess’ face that contrasted against the dim air. An awkward silence ensued between the two.

Edelgard brushed a lock of white hair behind her ear and pathetically uttered, “...I can’t leave the cats out in the rain...”

Dorothea giggled at how Edelgard-stoic and intimidating princess-looked so guilty while still continuing to tend to the meowing cats. With an amused grin Dorothea crouched and assisted her best friend by taking one picnic basket.

“Gee Edie I thought you went out to deal with some terrible secret not to tend to cats!” Dorothea called out as she stood up.

The two were now running out of the terrible rain. Dorothea tackled the door open and both entered the building. Water dripped down their persons as they closed the door. Edelgard looked over at Dorothea and her expression softened in pity. Such a solicitous look is one that alway made the former songstress feel cared for.

“I’m sorry you got caught in the rain because of your concern for me,” Edelgard spoke sullenly as she continued to observe the taller girl.

Such a selfless girl beneath that solemn exterior. In better circumstances Dorothea may had even swooned. “Don’t worry about me, Edie. Now, what do we do with these little guys?”

Edelgard answered to take them to her room and keep them there until the rain clears the next day. She then added that she can handle things on her own, but Dorothea had none of that and walked ahead to reach Edelgard’s dorm. From the corner of her eyes Dorothea noticed Edelgard cooing as she used her free hand to play with a cat sticking out its paw at her. Such a sight warmed the brunette and made her think how adorable Edie looks. The unusual duo eventually reached Edelgard’s room. There they kneeled and placed the picnic baskets, opened, onto the floor to allow the cats to exit and roam around. Some of them purred around Dorothea’s and Edelgard’s legs, while others sniffed the area to find something to play with.

When the two stood up Dorothea’s heart stopped. Due to the rain Edelgard’s sleepwear stuck to her body and revealed what laid hidden beneath the fabric. Dorothea couldn’t help herself as her eyes raked in the smaller girl’s features. Toned abs... long legs... lovey hips... a cute figure... She bit her bottom lips. A pink blush found itself upon the Dorothea’s face.

“You might want to change into something dry, Edie,” Dorothea spoke and spun a finger at Edelgard.

Puzzled Edelgard regarded her person. In that instance her entire face, ears and neck flush a brilliant crimson. She spluttered madly as if malfunctioning and tried to cover herself with her arms.

“I mean I’m not complaining,” Dorothea blurted out, and instantly regretted what she said. Now the two were blushing madly and squawking at each other.

Edelgard turned around-oh, she has a cute butt Dorothea thought-and rummaged through a cupboard to find some dry clothes for herself and Dorothea. She retrieved her standard uniform and a spare one which she flung over at Dorothea. The two turned away from each other as they got dressed. Edelgard stammered that she was done, and Dorothea spluttered that she was as well. When they turned to each other Dorothea’s expression grew solemn when she noticed how Edelgard’s hair was drenching her. She’ll catch a cold at this rate!

“Hold on,” Dorothea ordered and approached the smaller girl. She took out the red Black Eagles’ leader cape and threw it over Edelgard’s head. She then proceeded to use it to dry the white hair. Once done she smiled warmly at Edelgard.

Edelgard muttered her gratitude and then threw the cape over the brunette’s hair to dry it herself. It was adorable how the princess had to get on her tip-toes to dry the taller girl. Dorothea may had stood taller so to hear Edelgard’s annoyed squirms as she tried to reach. The two were now dried and chuckling at their bizarre adventure. A sneeze halted their laughter. Dorothea regarded Edelgard with concern as the girl started to sneeze. She had expected this, but it still worried her.

An idea then came to Dorothea. She ushered Edelgard over to the bed. The former songstress then sat against the headboard and Edelgard followed pursuit by sitting by her side. Dorothea brought the blanket against their persons and she pressed her shoulder against Edelgard’s. A startled look came across Edelgard as she looked over at Dorothea.

“This will keep us warm! I’m not letting my Edie get sick!” Dorothea explained with a triumphant grin.

Edelgard smiled one of those rare genuine ones at Dorothea. A few cats leapt to the bed and crowded around the two. The girls chuckled as some of the animals tried to warm them. The two fell asleep sitting pressed against each other with a bundle of cats snoring by them.

#Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem: Three Houses #FE16 #FE3H #Fe3HLGBT Week #Day 2 #Edelthea #Edelgard #Dorothea #Text #My Text #Humour #I want to do other ships too #But this idea was too wholesome to miss!

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incendiaglacies · 5 years

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Fic: Shower Surprise

More kitty!Gideon fluff!

Gideon sniffed around the ground, padding across the floors looking for Rip. The ship always looked so big as a cat. She paused and flexed her ears, hearing the water running. Oh! The shower! She scampered across the hall and pawed at the door, waiting for the ship to open it. When she did she slid in.

The shower was running and steam was curling above the curtain. Gideon could hear Rip whistling and humming out a tune. Oh she loved it when he sang! He wouldn’t mind her listening. He’d like the surprise! She hopped up onto the tub ledge and peeked in.

“Rip! I found you!” she meowed.

“Ah! Gideon!” His eyes widened and he covered himself as best he could.

“What’s wrong?” she asked worriedly. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

Rip, of course, couldn’t understand her meows. “What have we said about the shower?”

“You didn’t say anything. But the water...” Gideon let a shiver run through her. “I’m more sensitive like this. I don’t like it.”

“Wait outside,” he said, trying for stern. She looked up at him with big eyes.

“Won’t you sing? Please, please? I love it when you sing! Almost as much as I love our cuddles!” Sadly, he didn’t understand anything but soft whining purrs. Thinking she just needed some attention, he petted her head, hoping it would appease her enough to give him some privacy. She purred louder and nuzzled against his hand and closed her eyes. “Oh yay! Cuddles and singing!”

“Off you go now,” he murmured. “I’ll see you after, my beautiful.” He reached up to grab a towel.

“Oh! Let me help!” Gideon leaped up, claws digging into the towel as she tried to grab it for him. It went slack and she fell, hitting the tap and turning the water cold.

“Gideon!” Rip yelled in worry. She hissed as the cold water sprayed her.

“Cold! Cold! Last time I try to be nice! Rip! Help!”

“Oh my beautiful, sweet little, Gideon.” Rip turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before finally picking up the pathetically drenched cat. He held her tight in his arms to his chest, feeling his shiver and whine. “Shhhh. There, there, I’ve got you.” As he stepped out of the tub he grabbed another towel for her and started drying her off. “Not to worry, I’ll dry you off, give you a nice warm blanket, and even brush your fur for you, tell you how pretty you are. My Gideon.”

He got a kiss and a sneeze

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“Achoo!” Rip smirked at the now human Gideon and passed her a bowl of soup. “Don’t give me that look. I hate it when you’re smug. And this is your fault anyways.”

“Oh, how do you figure that?”

“I tried to be nice and get your towel!”

“You shouldn’t have been in there in the first place! Need we have the privacy conversation yet again?”

“I just wanted to hear you sing! Besides, former AI. Not like it’s something I haven’t seen before,” she muttered. Rip blushed fiercely and refused to respond. “Thank you for the blanket though. It is very warm.”

“You’re welcome.” He gave her a fond look.

“I believe you promised one other thing.”

“What’s that?”

Gideon shifted and placed herself in his lap, wrapping the blanket over the both of them. She turned her back on him and handed him a comb. “Braid, please. And don’t forget to tell me how pretty I am.”

He took the comb and started running it through her hair. “Never, my beautiful, gorgeous Gideon.”

He got another kiss for that. Properly, this time.

#legends of tomorrow #rip hunter #gideon #timeship #kitty!Gideon #incendia wrote something #i have to make this a series

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altonajitzu · 6 years

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On Taking Care of A Tzuyu

Before we start, please accept my shortcomings that will be present throughout the narration. Being a really single writer, I royally suck at describing clothes. Also, my knowledge about Korean (or lack thereof) forced me to tell everything language-related content as if they were speaking English, and using alphabetical letters. And no, English is not my first language either, so I apologize for the crappy grammar as well.

The story will, I project, be written in a third-person omniscient POV, but there will be a lot of Jihyo's.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twice.

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“Shoot…. And it’s my favorite top too.”

Jihyo, the proud leader of TWICE, the motherly figure of everyone else, winced as she looked down on the state of her attire in dismay. For this occasion only, one where she could have the whole entire day to herself, Jihyo had donned a dark pink tank top over a plain white shirt. (AN: imagine her outfit in Likey). While the clothing itself had little to flaunt, it really complimented the singer’s figures- especially her chest, the only area that stayed proudly voluptuous after the hard-earned weight loss.

At any rate, she wasn’t able to enjoy the fabulous feeling- she was soaking wet and irritated, all thanks to the rain suddenly pouring down as she was leisurely sightseeing in the neighborhood park. To add insult to injury, she apparently stepped into some kind of grovel in the hurry for shelter; now every step she took felt gritty, sandy, and occasionally painful when a particularly pointy grain scrapped against her skin. Long story short, she felt pathetic.

That did not mean though, that she looked the way she felt. With the wet T-shirt and the tank top now drenched and sticking to her body, making her look a lot more sensual than her usual cheerful. Normally, such illegally erotic images could seriously threaten her safety should she be alone; lucky for her, no pervert would bother venturing around the playhouse in the middle of a random park in the middle of the rain. Dealing with the usual catcalls on the streets was irritating enough.

Speaking of catcalls… Cats were cute. Jihyo loved cats a lot. Closing her eyes, she could just imagine having one bundled in her arms, their fluffy fur tickling her arms, their meows soothing her ears like…

“Meowrghhghrgh.”

Jihyo’s head snapped up. That imaginary meow was strangely realistic, not to mention highly un-dreamy. Wasn’t it supposed to be, like, more melodious and adorable?

“Meowwwwwww.”

Yes, that’s more like it, albeit still too hoarse. Jihyo nodded to herself in satisfaction, before bolting up and looking around. That’s definitely not her imagination anymore… There was undoubtedly a cat around, and it did not sound healthy.

“Meow? Meow!!” Jihyo stood up and slowly advanced to where she thought the sound came from, no longer caring about the rain. Her imitation of the cat was poor and highly unnecessary, but she needed another meow to pinpoint the location and had no other idea.

After a few more pathetic exchange of meows, the leader of TWICE finally found her target: A white cat lying underneath a swing seat nearby, looking dirty and exhausted.

“Oh god, you poor thing.” Jihyo gasped in worry and gingerly picked said cat up. It did not react much; save for a slight jolt upon contact, the half-dead cat was too tired to put up a fight. Its head was the only thing active; the cat stared at her with apprehension.

No longer caring about the rain, Jihyo ran as fast as her legs could take her back home.

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“Jihyo-unnie, you’re back! Man, you’re soaking wet aren’t ya?” Greeted Dahyun, the person sitting nearest to the front door. She tilted her head in confusion as Jihyo bolted in frantically. “Unnie, what are you…”

“Guys! This little thing needs help!” As all members present stared in shock, their leader practically slid into the living room, holding up something white and dirty.

“Jihyo, you take care of the floor next time. I just finished cleaning…” Nayeon’s irritation dissipated quickly when she saw what her dongsaeng brought in. “Oh my god, it’s a cat! What happened to it?”

“A cat?” That got the attention of the whole room, even Momo who was napping soundly. They all gathered around the cat as Jihyo put it down a makeshift bed, or Chaeyoung’s hat. Being surrounded caused the cat to be more restless, it frantically looked around everyone fearfully, and released a weak hiss.

“Hey! That’s my…”

“Hush, little Chaeyoung.” Jeongyeon interrupted her complaint. Chaeyoung pouted. “Quick, someone grab something to eat from the fridge. Some milk too. And a towel. And a hairdryer. And spread out girls, you’re scaring it.” The stern order from the short-haired girl got everyone scrambling for the objectives. Momo, who was still blurry from sleep, was cleanly knocked back to her bundle of pillows by Mina, who was bolting towards the kitchen.

“Ah, what the hell.” Said Momo, who decided against sitting up, and promptly closed her eyes again.

After a few chaotic moments, involving a really loud crash and a limping Sana, the girls finally gathered what they needed. After a few more spiteful moments when they fought for who got to feed and dry the cat, it was finally clean and healthy again. As soon as it could stand up normally, the cat ran under the sofa.

“… Well, that was ungrateful of him.” Nayeon commented bluntly. They were now having a mini staring contest with the cat, with most TWICE members lying on the stomach and staring into the dark space beneath the sofa. It was almost completely dark, save for the pair of marble blue eyes staring back at them.

“You can’t blame him unnie, all cats will do this when they are scared.” Jihyo, finally calmed down, defended the cat. “It’s not like we own him.” Nayeon shrugged, knowing her leader was right.

“So… what do we do now?” Sana asked sitting up. She then laughed at how everyone was sprawling on the living room, including an oblivious Momo who was asleep, also on her stomach.

“Leave him be for now. We should discuss what to do with him.” Said Jihyo, to which everyone agreed. They all got up from their compromising position and found a comfortable spot to sit, except Jihyo herself who stayed motionless, her eyes never leaving the abandoned cat.

“… Anyway.” Dahyun coughed. “I don’t like cats. Or dogs. Or any animals that move a lot, like Sana-unnie. All they do is run around and mess up everything, like Sana-unnie.” This ilicited a snicker from the others. “Seriously! If we’re keeping it, I want it kept away from me and Chaeyoung’s room.”

Only one part of what she said was heard by Momo. “We’re keeping it?” She perked up from the pile of pillows. “We’re keeping it! Yay!” The Japanese girl cheered loudly.

“You’re not even listening, Momo-unnie!”

“Awwww, but I wanna play with…” Chaeyoung complained.

“Hush, little Chaeyoung.” This resulted in Chaeyoung tackling Dahyun down for a battle of tickles.

Watching on in amusement, Sana directed the talk back to the main topic.

“I like to keep it too. If anything, just to tick off Dahyun. I helped you all the way back on the mountains, and you still treat me like that.” Sana referred back to their trip to Switzerland one week ago.

“Me sorry!” Dahyun did an aegyo.

“I want to keep him too!” Gurgled Nayeon, drinking the milk.

“Me as well!” Mina chimed in.

“You take care of the litter then Mina-unnie.”

“No way!”

As the members argued about who had to take up hygiene duty, Jihyo was slowly luring the cat to her.

“Here, here. Good kitty.” With some miracle, the cat actually moved out of its hiding place. It moved apprehensively, but steadily towards Jihyo’s outstretched hands. She waited with the patience of a saint, when it finally followed her hand out of the couch and into the bright light. The leader slowly lifted the cat up and cradled it in her arms tenderly, lest it got frightened and scamper away.

“Awww… kawaii…” Sana cooed. “It’s all white! Only the top of the head is black. Certainly looks like hair to me.”

“So… what should we call him?” Jihyo asked, knowing everyone is looking at the animal she was holding. With its fur dry and cleaned of dirt, the cat was lovely. While nowhere near fluffy looking as they imagined, it actually maintained a graceful look despite being malnourished.

“… Let’s call him Dog.”

“Dahyun, what the hell? Also, it’s not a he. It’s a she, I just checked it.”

“What? It’s fun.” As Sana and Dahyun got into yet another argument, Jeongyeon voiced her opinion.

“I think you should pick the name, Jihyo. It does seem quite attached to you already.” Said the short-haired girl.

“So what are we keeping again?” Asked Momo, whom – up to this point – no one could tell if she understood anything.

“A cat, Momo-unnie. Jihyo-unnie found a cat, and we’re keeping it.” Explained Chaeyoung patiently. “And because you were asleep the entire time, it drank all your milk.” She winked at Nayeon, who silently mouthed a ‘Thank you’ behind Momo’s back.

“What!!!!!!!!!”

Amidst the commotion, Jihyo stayed silent. She finally moved take off her bracelet and put it around the cat’s neck. It stared at her in confusion, but not resisting. The leader smiled fondly at this.

“I’ll name her… Tzuyu.”

#twice #jihyo #tzuyu #fanfiction #jitzu #momo #sana #mina #chaeyoung #jeongyeon #nayeon #dahyun

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