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#me: sitting here moping about my kittens
ihatebnha · 2 years
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Bro, even Zeke it's a little better. Eren couldn't give you head like Zeke can.
BEVEMDBNEMDHEDJELDJOXNDMJ THIS MADE ME DJRBJDJF LITERALLY GONNA HET THIS TATTOOED ON ME!!!!!!! the man even has a beard for Christ sakes and he’s still that much better!!!
Dude literally eats you out every single night like it’s his daily melatonin while eren puppy-licks you out every other Friday only after he gets clowned by the bros at his boys-only jam sesh.
DUNNO ABT U BUT I KNOW WHO MY 😺 WOULD CHOOSE!!!
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vickyvicarious · 8 months
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RENFIELD
That third "and feed" though, oh boy
Not to mention the way he says "No one would refuse me a kitten, would they?" You can hear how much thought is going on behind every word, behind every part of this act. He hates Seward but will absolutely pretend to be delighted to see him if necessary.
And then if that doesn't work, he's equally willing to mope and beg and plead. And when that fails too he gets quiet and just sits down to plan out his next move. He is such a cerebral man, constantly considering things and adapting his approach as needed.
Speaking of cerebration, Seward is not at his best here again. From "we are progressing" and calling Renfield "my friend" again to testing him by asking if he wants a cat rather than a kitten just before refusing him, to outright saying "I shall test him with his present craving and see how it will work out; then I shall know more." He's definitely too interested in just seeing where this goes and while he isn't giving Renfield a cat and thus encouraging him that way, he is using this opportunity to test him and see how he reacts - it feels like this is in aid of his own thoughts on the nature of Renfield's madness, so that he will figure out whatever he needs to complete his theory. He's completely focused on Renfield but not for Renfield's own sake at all. He's back to encouraging his madness, or at least testing the limits of it, in a way that is more about his own curiosity than Renfield's mental health; the only reason he gives for saying no to a kitten is because he personally doesn't want to see the cat eat all the birds. If it were still smaller/less personable animals I get no sense he would have refused here. At least that's the impression I get. It's all about his view of Renfield, as opposed to just being about Renfield and his needs.
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noodyl-blasstal · 5 months
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Fake Dating - TAZNC Day 1
It's @taznovembercelebration time again!!! My first card pull was "Fake Dating" (delicious, also, we're already off the rails). Want to take part too? Find to post here. You can write, draw, share thoughts, anything. It's just a fun time to talk about taz!
Anyway, have some Taakitz! Read below or on Ao3:
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“Krav, Kraverooni, Kravino, please? Taako’s asking you from the bottom of his tiny shrivelled up husk of a heart.” 
Kravitz rolls his eyes. “You hand reared a litter of kittens you found in a bin bag.”
“Easy money, the resell on those.” Taako says all faux nonchalant, flipping his hand as if Kravitz didn’t sit up all night with him so they could take shifts to sleep but both woke up for every single feed alarm anyway.
“You kept three of them and gave the others away for free.” Kravitz says flatly, "... In fact!" He's worked up now, he's remembering "... You did home inspections for every one to check they'd be safe and happy." There’s no chance he’s going to let Taako pretend he doesn’t care. He cares often and passionately in various directions. “Anyway, who was the one who organised the letter writing campaign to Angus’ school when they tried to stop his soccer team’s funding and put it into the football team?”
“Anyone would have done that.”
“Did anyone else?”
“They might have.”
“If you didn’t?”
“If I didn’t.” There’s a long pause. “It’s not because I care though. Taako just didn’t want to see his sad little face.”
“Because you don’t care.”
“Because he takes up more room when he’s sad. It gets everywhere, the child mope. I’d have to scrub it out of the floors.”
“And why would he be moping here?”
“Because… I… It’s court ordered.”
“Uh huh.” Kravitz has him on the ropes.
“And there’s evidence of that, then, is there? If I googled your name I’d see the sentencing?”
“I had Google wiped by data assassins.”
“I assume you have a copy of the paperwork I could review?”
“Cats ate it.”
“Which ones?”
“This one!” Taako indicated Tiny Taco, who’s gnawing at the string of Kravitz’s shoe. Taako’s got him here, it’s plausible, but…
“Cats plural, who were the accomplices?” 
“You don’t know them. Strange cats, a bad crowd that Taco’s been hanging out with. I’ve tried telling him, Taco, son, they’re not worthy of your time, they’re leading you down a bad path, can’t you just play nicely with Garyl and Beans? But no, he worries me sick instead.”
“Taco’s a house cat.”
“He’s been running up massive phone bills.”
“How did they get in the house to eat the documents with him?”
“He pushed it under the door and they lady and the tramped it.”
“You have a porch, the cats aren’t allowed in the porch.”
“The back door.”
“Uh huh. And this flagrant fabrication is easier than admitting you want nice things for Angus?”
“Yes.” 
“Why?”
“You’ll think I care.”
“You do care. I watch you care all the time! Today you cared at least three times before breakfast.”
“Nuh uh.” Taako’s squirming in place now, he can’t run though, it’s his house.
“Yuh huh. Who helped Grant with the papers to set up his juice stand?”
“Well it made sense, I set up Sizzle It Up so I knew what to do. It was a chance for Taako to show off.”
“You helped coach Sloane to ask Hurley out.”
“So she’d stop whinging about it to you. She was taking up my valuable Kravitz time.”
“You care about me then?”
“No.” Taako looks pained when he realises what he said and how quickly he said it. “Just the normal amount. The friends amount.”
Kravitz tries not to let it sting. Of course Taako just wants to be friends. It’s fine. Kravitz is a grown up, he can look after himself. He shouldn’t have let it get this far, shouldn’t have let his feelings get so deep. It’s fine, he can just change the subject, they don’t have to do this now, especially not with the current context. “You didn’t let Magnus pet the bear.” 
“I should have.” Taako says darkly. “Then I wouldn’t have had needed to listen to him complain all the way home.” 
“Also you didn’t want him to die?” Kravitz asks casually, trap closing.
“I’m not a monster.”
“Show off, I can’t believe you’d be so insensitive.” Kravitz flops backwards onto the chair, hand across his eyes.
Taako throws a cushion at him. “Come off it, you love it, wolf boy.”
Kravitz sits up, grins to show off his slightly-sharper-than-they-should-be teeth. “Sounds like I’m not the only one.”
“It’s such a good club, Krav. Lup and Magnus are always saying how fabulous it is there, and who’s more fabulous than Taako?” 
“Good point. I can’t think of many people.” He means it, is the problem, Kravitz can’t think of anyone more fabulous, more funny, more handsome… nope!
“Then you see why Taako’s solution is perfect?”
Ah fuck. They’re back to where they started.
“Why me?”
“Do you know any other single werewolves who’d be down to fake-date Taako into The Starblaster?”
Kravitz growls low and slow, surprises himself just as much as Taako. “Er. That… I… I have to go to the bathroom.” Kravitz flings himself off the sofa, dives towards the toilet, slams the lock home, and tries not to let the panic take hold. Maybe Taako didn’t even notice? How often was he even around werewolves? Did he even know what that was? Like, fine, yes, his sister was married to Barry, and Magnus was married to Julia, and Taako was part of their families and he’d seen the dating process up close, and… fuck. No no, it was fine. He was psyching himself out unnecessarily. Barry told him all the time that he worried too much, ocerthought everything, this was fine, good even, he’d just say that it was a cough if Taako asked.
Kravitz splashes his face with cool water. It doesn't help as much as he hoped, but it was worth a go. "It's fine." He says firmly to his own reflection. "He didn't even notice."
“So I couldn’t help but notice…” Taako says, the second Kravitz re-enters the room. It’s probably too late to go hide again. “... that you might be feeling a bit possessive when it comes to other weres dating yours truly.”
“It was a cough.” Says Kravitz, not even convincing himself.
“Uh huh.” Taako isn’t convinced either. “You know, the only condition of getting into The Starblaster is that you're a were or you’re dating one.”
“I’m aware.” Kravitz cannot believe Taako is still focused on the club while simultaneously tearing away the carefully constructed wall Kravitz has been using to hide his ridiculous unwanted feelings for months. Doesn't he care? He could at least be offended. The indifference hurts.
“Well it doesn’t have to be fake. I didn’t realise you’d be down.”
“Are you offering to sleep with me to get into the stupid club?” Kravitz is angry now, furious. He thought they were friends, he thought Taako wanted some kind of relationship with him - even if it was just friendship, he would have been happy with friendship. He doesn’t want this, it should be special, not just some flippant transactional thing.
“No! I’m offering to sleep with you because I like you, you idiot.”
“Wait, did you just proposition me, confess you have a crush on me, and call me an idiot in the same breath?” Kravitz didn’t know whether to be offended or elated, settles on something in the middle.
“Sounds about right. Wanna kiss about it?” 
Kravitz does, in fact, want to kiss about it, but first he needs to know what is going on. “You like me? Romantically like me?” 
Taako arches an eyebrow and looks peeved about the lack of kissing. “Obviously.”
“For the club?”
“A bit for the club.” Taako’s forehead wrinkles. “It’s really cool. I’m not going to lie to you. But that’s more a perk of the boning, not the reason for it.”
Kravitz sinks down onto the sofa. Taako likes him back, Taako likes him back and not just because he wants to go to the stupid club.
“If anything, the boning will be the biggest perk of the boning.” Taako says cheerfully, pats him on the shoulder.
“Why are you like this?” Kravitz asks through his hands, face buried.
“You love it.” Taako says, plonking himself down next to Kravitz and throwing an arm around him. “Can we skip to the kissing bit now, or do I need to tell you about how I was gonna fake date you so hard you’d forget we weren’t real dating?”
“Can we do both?”
“You want me to talk through the kisses?”
“Between them?”
“Fine, but it’s a talk sandwich, kissing bread.”
“Kissing bread.” Kravitz extracts his face from his hands, sits up, and nods solemnly.
“Here we go!” Taako says, leaning in. 
“No!” Kravitz scoots backwards. “That was terrible, awful. Our first kiss is not going to be prefaced by “here we go!””
“You do better then.” Taako’s arms are crossed and he’s doing the frowny thing and Kraivtz is going to kiss every grumpy furrow out of his brow.
“I’ve wanted to do this for months.” Says Kravitz simply, makes it inches from Taako’s lips before he pulls back.
“That’s not fair! You can’t just be all suave out of nowhere. What am I supposed to say to top that?”
“You don't need to top it, it’s not a competition.”
“It could be. If it was.”
“Well it isn’t.” Kravitz says firmly. He reaches for Taako, trying to draw him back in. They were so close to finally getting it together.
“Buckle up, sweetlips.”
Kravitz stands, horrified. “Taako! What… why would you?”
Taako’s too busy laughing to answer. “Your… your face!” He gasps out.
“Do you want to kiss or not?” Kravitz is trying not to be petulant, he’s trying so hard, he’s failing.
Taako dives forward and crashes their mouths together. Kravitz can’t entirely tell when his mouth opened, or when exactly Taako started to nip at his lip, but it’s good, it’s great, even. Kravitz’s hands pull Taako closer, closer, closer, cradle his face, weave into his hair, help pull him down when he moves to straddle Kravitz’s lap. It’s messy and passionate and perfect, he doesn’t want it to end.
“Wanna kiss or not?” Taako pulls back, then snorts with laughter.
“I would love to do more kisses, why don’t you come back down here?” Kravitz asks, running a hand over Taako’s chest in what he hopes is an alluring manner.
“No, you said… I… it’s perfect. “Wanna kiss or not?” and then we did. That’s how we got together.” He collapses onto Kravitz’s chest, giggling furiously.
“You tricked me!” 
Taako laughs harder.
“We’re going to have to tell people that when they ask.” Kravitz says, aghast. He really doesn't want to have to tell anyone this story.
Taako attempts to sit back, taking a moment to collect himself. “We’re going to <i>get&lt;/i> to tell people when they ask. What a gift!”
“A gift.” Kravitz repeats, quietly, carefully. 
“Hey Krav?”
“Yes Taako?” 
“I think you’re great.”
“I think you’re great too.”
“Wanna kiss about it?”
Kravitz cups Taako’s face, brings it gently, reverently towards him like Taako’s the most precious thing in the world. He might be in this moment. Kravitz kisses each cheek softly, then his nose, his forehead, and finally his lips. It’s gentle, tentative, full of care.
Taako pulls back. “You’re going to tell people this was what happened, aren’t you?”
“Yep!” Kravitz says happily, pressing their lips together again.
“Fine. But I’m telling the real story.” Taako says huffily before kissing a firm line from Kravitz’s collar bone to his jaw. “The people need to know.”
“Uh huh.”  Kravitz is finding it harder to focus on anything but the insistent kisses on his neck and the hands working themselves down his chest. “Gotta give the people the…” He tails off as Taako’s teeth graze his neck. “What… they… it’s science.”
“Uh huh.” Taako replies. “Great point.”
“No more words, just kissing.” Kravitz tugs Taako closer again.
“Are you going to tell people this bit too?” Taako asks. 
“Ssssh.” Kravitz kisses Taako again. “Nothing about other people, just about us.”
“Just us.” Taako nods. “And how much fun we’re going to have at The Starblaster.”
Kravitz sighs.
“Hey Krav?” Taako noses at his cheek.
“Yeah?” 
“I’m glad we figured it out.”
“Me too, Taako. Me too.” 
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grogusmum · 2 years
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In Which, I Go On A Walk And Hear A Ghost Story, That Has Nothing to Do with Jedis (drabble)
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As Told By Grogu Djarin 
for Cat's kitten!  @radiowallet
A note from Hazel: Grogu is sharing the sweet story of Georgie by Robert Bright
HI Kitten!
I wanted to send you a mail, because it is almost time to do my favorite holiday, and I was told it is your favorite too!
I bet we have a lot of things in common.
Are you thinking about what you will be? Last time I did not get to dress up for really real. I was myself. Which I know is a great choice. But I am me all the others days. So I am excited to be something else. I might be a frog… or maybe a chicken… OH or maybe a mandadalorian!! 
I already got my very own beskar shirt! 
Anyways, let me know what you are going to wear for tricks and treats!
Here is a story about the time I walked down a spooky trail that was not spooky at all.
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Halloween is a fun dress-up and candy time, and a day to remember your people who have died. Plus also to try and scare yourself… 
I do not know. 
So one time, we went for a walk in the woods and it was supposed to scare us very much.
Okay so it was getting dark and we took this walk. The path was lighted with torches. I hear they are called tiki. And there were lots of other kids, some were in their costumes and some were just dressed as kids. I was dressed as a me.
So there was a person in the path they had little horns sticking up of their curly hairs and goat feets and furry legs, plus also no shirt but a scarf. I question their fashion sense. 
Okay, so Goat Guy was telling us to stay on the path, that nothing will touch us, and to have fun.
So far I do not know how we will have fun under these conditions. 
We did the creeping kind of walking. And friends held onto each other, so I put my hand on dad's boot. For safeness.
And then suddenly an owl person popped out from behind a tree!
Okay, I was surprised because of the jumping and “whoo- whooing” plus also it was a person owl, which is unusual. But I was not scared, I guess when you have been through all the stuff me and my dad have, an owl person just does not cut it.
But the owl person told us a story about a ghost, named Georgie. He was not a Jedi… I do not think…
ANYWAYS
Georgie was a little ghost that lived in the attic of a people called Whitakers house. 
And he used to do "ghost jobs" of creaking the steps and squeaking the door, I am doing quotes because what?? ANYWAYS then for reasons I do not understand the Whitaker people said to themselves let’s go to bed because the house making noise… I shruggle at this news. And then the people went to bed the cat with the name of Herman said lemme go outside and do prowling and then the owl called Miss Oliver, that lived in the tree outside the window knew it was time to wake up and ask nobody inparticuar “who” all night long… Well, apparently this works for everyone. Until one day the Whitaker guy got it into his head to do some repairs- he nailed down the creaky step and he put oil on the squeaky bit on the door and then those things did not make noises for Georgie! I think he must have did a dad sigh of, can I just do my job please, people?
Well because he could not do his work he got bored and moped just sitting up in the attic. And no one when to bed, or prowled or asked questions of who… and the owl guy telling the story said that,  that was fine how do you do! But Kitten, this is a thing which is called a sarcasm, and that means it was NOT a fine how do you do, it was a poor how do you do NOT! See how that works it is tricky.
So Georgie left!! He went running all around looking for a house but they all had ghosts already? This must be the spooky part- all these ghosts that are not Jedi all over the place.
Plus also the only house in the village without a ghost was Mr. Gloams' place… it made Georgie scared- when he stepped on the stair it groaned! And the doors moaned! And apparently, that Gloams was a crotchet! I do not know what a crotchet is but it must be bad because he scared Georgie half to death- and he is a ghost… so that is saying something…
So Georgie runned away again. He went to a barn and there was a cow there which is nice. But Georgie got bored again cuz the cow was not a conversationalist.
So while Georgie was there lots of time happened and there was lots of rain and then snow on snow on snow… Georgie was cold and uncomfortable… this is a mystery to me. Cuz he is a ghost.  
Meanwhile Herman the cat, remember Herman? He noticed that all that damp weather made the stair creak again and the door squeak again and he told Miss Oliver the owl and she flew right out to tell Georgie. 
Georgie thought that these were glad tidings. What is a tiding? I do not know, but Georgie knew and he ran home lickity-split! Which I hear is fast. I like going lickity-split. I think lickity split sounds like ice creams... hmmmm I am hungry.
Oh! Sorry
ANYWAYS, he started just doing his thing again. Creaking and squeaking and everyone knew what they were supposed to do again. 
This is the story an owl person told me on a scary walk in the woods… hmmm.
Okay, I like the story but I do not know if it was the proper tone for this Halloween spooky walk. But they gave us hot chocolate plus also candy so thank you Goat Guy and Owl Person! I was terrified! 
The End!
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m34gs · 8 months
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Meags, tell me something. What’re Idia and Kalim’s ways of comforting each other when one of them gets upset? Are there any secret tricks they’ve learned about each other to bring the smiles back?
Hi Blue! I'm glad you asked!!!! I've actually explored a couple different things, and I like to try working through different methods in my writing.
When Idia's upset, I think there are a couple ways to comfort him. If Kalim can get the conversation to a topic of interest that Idia is passionate about, that might be an effective distraction for things that are temporary disturbances (such as feeling embarrassed about how others perceived him that day, stressing over a level he's struggling to beat on a game, worrying about social interactions, etc). Getting Idia to light up and talk about things he enjoys is one of Kalim's favourite things to do, and once Idia starts talking about what he loves, it's so easy for Kalim to sit and listen. Words of praise and affirmation help too, but he has to be careful not to praise Idia too much, or Idia will swing from depressed to cocky (and not really in a good way).
If he's having a dull day, something that will cheer him up immediately is going to a shelter and snuggling all the cats and kittens. Idia loves cats. He always wants to pet them. So, sometimes, when he notices Idia is stuck in a little rut, Kalim will plan a date where they go to a shelter or a cat cafe and snuggle all the kitties together. They always end up leaving with the biggest smiles on both their faces.
But, when it's big things, like regret over what happened to Ortho or feeling completely down on himself and his own personality, distraction isn't the answer. Neither is talking (it takes Kalim a little bit to figure this out initially). Idia tends to withdraw and he won't feel up for conversation. But Kalim can't just let him mope with his headphones and music on all day, alone. So, he comes to visit his boyfriend and he snuggles up to him on the bed. Sure, Kalim may fall asleep like that, and Idia may be left awake with his boyfriend cuddling him, but it's the warmth of Kalim's body, the solid weight that says "I'm here and I'm not leaving you", the closeness of someone without the pressure to be social...those are the things that comfort Idia in that moment.
Kalim doesn't express sadness very often. He's generally very cheerful. But that doesn't mean he doesn't also need comfort at times. Initially, Idia is clumsy at it and he feels awkward. He doesn't quite hit the mark every single time, but honestly even the fact that he's trying makes Kalim feel a little better. Idia is known to be a bit of a recluse, but it's been shown again and again that he can - and WILL - come out of his comfort bubble for the people he cares about. That will extend to Kalim. I think when Kalim is feeling a bit down, or insecure, Idia would start with little things, like having a date night, gaming together, getting snacks and just hanging out. For little things, like being worried over grades or being lonely, that will definitely help Kalim. Kalim loves people and he hates eating alone. Idia would definitely step up with little one-on-one dates. And he would, in an effort to make Kalim feel really special, try to find some events the other would like to go to and do one or two more public dates. Kalim is very aware how introverted Idia is, so all the effort put in means so much to him and makes him feel over the moon with joy.
When it comes to the heavier stuff, like Kalim's conflicts with Jamil, or his own internal worries of being incapable of doing things on his own, that's where Idia finds it a bit more challenging. Kalim needs talking, not just distraction and affection. He wants to talk about his feelings and he wants to be able to sit and just feel. This is not Idia's strong suit, not in a positive way. He's used to brooding, sure, but he's not used to talking things out and turning over and exploring the uncomfortable side of things. But he tries. At first, he's awkward as hell and he stumbles a lot on his words as he tries to talk with Kalim and get Kalim to confide in him, show he's listening to Kalim and provide support. Eventually, though, he realizes he can visualize it like a video game. Of course, he doesn't reduce his boyfriend to strats or dialogue lines or anything like that, but when he pays attention to the way Kalim talks and tries to view what he's saying through the lens of an MC trying to comfort a friend or love interest, the little bit of distancing himself from the situation lets him feel more confident in understanding and formulating a reply. It takes the nerves out of the equation and allows him to focus completely on Kalim.
Those are my thoughts! Thank you so much for asking, I really enjoyed answering this 💜💜💜
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koriandrismywife · 1 year
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It Don't Have To Be Lonely (Being Alone) - CHAPTER 1
(Dick Grayson struggles with fathering a cat as he manages to also digest the behavior of his unsufferable neighbor. Or, when elementary school teacher Kory Anders moves next door to a complete and total prick.)
RATED: M WEBSITE: A03  NOTES:  Hi everyone! It’s been such a long, long time since I last posted a fanfiction… Please, bear with me as I readjust my schedule. I want to start posting again and here is a little treat. Thank you my dearest readers, all of you, for the continued support. I apologize beforehand for any mistakes, as I do not have a beta and English is not my first language—I would appreciate if anyone would agree with being a beta for my upcoming works and chapters. I hope you enjoy this small introduction to the work! I want to post more on tumblr as time goes by... a shame that the show is ending soon and I didn’t show them love when I had more time :(
“This is ridiculous,” Dick grumbles. “Donna, I don’t need a cat.”
Donna snatches a cookie from the jar and sinks into the sofa across the room. “Because you are very aware of your needs,” she mutters.
“I can hear you.”
“Good.” Donna shrugs as the black kitten scratches the apartment’s brand-new window blinds. Dick observes humorlessly as the cat draws back at the sight of him.
"He's not a fan of me," Dick remarks wryly.
"That's okay," Donna says in response. "He'll get used to you eventually. I just got him from the shelter a few days ago,” she says, staring at the little furry animal as if he were the most precious being she has ever laid eyes on. “Well, I also have his sister at my house, too. I figured two would be too much for you to handle.”
“Donna—”
“Before you say anything about not wanting cats…”
“I don’t. I don’t need more inconveniences, let alone a pet—much less a CAT! Why on earth would I need a cat, Donna? Whose idea was this?”
Donna suppresses a giggle as he stands up from the sofa to the kitchen, opening the freezer. “You need something to cuddle with at night. You need a friend, a companion. And it was Roy’s.”
“… Offer declined. Thanks. I will kill that bastard.”
The cat stared at him and he waved. Not you, buddy.  
“C’mon, Dick. Last month you messaged me after a terrible date, ranting about not feeling prepared to start a life with someone else. I understand that it hurts that you and Dawn didn’t work but it’s been… what, four years?”
“Three and a half,” he corrected.
“Three and a half! That’s a lifetime—for someone with a life, anyway. You are not getting any younger, Dick Grayson. You’re 33 and struggling with small talk.”
“I hate small talk.”
“That’s why you’re still single.”
“Oh, so this is what we are now? This is what you call ‘the emotional support friend to-do list’? Humilliation?”
She tries her best not to laugh at his face. “The thing is: Dawn moved on, you should too.”
“Can we please talk about something else?”
“So what? You’re going to sit there and mope, rant about how much you despise this situation while not attempting to live your own life?”
He shrugs. “Perhaps. Besides that—"
“I hate you.”
He disregards her statement and proceeds to the window, picking up the cat and equilibrating a beer with the other hand, “…Besides, pets are not permitted in this building.”
“Oh, don’t worry! I figured you’d say that, so I spoke to the landlord.”
“You… Wait, what?”
“Well, I told him cats are low-maintenance pets that can provide companionship and emotional support. Plus, cats can help reduce stress levels and provide a sense of comfort and security, which is precisely what you need.”
“So, you threatened him?”
“If that’s what you want to hear,” she closes the cookie jar and stands up. “Just… don’t worry, ok? As long as you don’t let him SEE the cat, it’s all good.”
“And what if he does?”
Donna inhales sharply. “ We’ll see. Maybe I’ll take him back.”
“I’m totally letting him see the cat, then.”
She shakes her head.
“I was thinking of the name Milo, you know. Since I named his sister Kida. God, I used to love that film as a teenager,” Donna remarked with a smile.
Donna Troy was, with no doubts, the person who was the closest to Dick’s heart after his parents—simply put, he adored her. They were childhood best friends and inseparable since. Weekly, she visited him.
“But seriously now, I have no time for this. I work full-time. You have to take him back.”
“Nice try, but now it’s too late, I can’t take him back,” she announces, heading to the exit.
He followed.
“Oi! You’re not leaving this cat here,” he insists, crowding her in the door frame. “You brought him, you keep him.”
“Um… I am actually,” Donna stops abruptly as if something else has caught her attention… or, alternatively, someone. He scowled at the vision.
In the opposite doorframe, a woman with dark skin and red hair smiles as she hugs a tall, muscular man. When she opens her eyes, her fulgurous smile dissipates.
Deep green eyes, like a dense forest.
Cheekbones sharp and strong.
Hell.
She wore a striped blue and yellow overall, unusual to her conventional floral dresses, her hair was pulled back on a ponytail with thick, long red waves bouncing.
She separates her body from the man’s and proceeds to stare at him with admiration, muttering something Dick can’t quite understand.
“Oh my... Who is she?” Donna inquires, low-toned.
Dick swallows and clears his throat. “I believe her name is… Corey? Coraline? Maybe Caroline. She seems sweet, but don’t buy it. She is as sharp as a blade.”
As if she can hear him, the woman gives him a firm look tinged with a scorn Donna apparently can’t see.
“She’s so hot, though”, Donna continued and Dick couldn’t help but make a face. What was it about this woman that nobody seemed to resist?
Not that he was any different, but he would never admit it.
When he first saw her at the corridors of the building, she was carrying a few moving boxes with the landlord, Mr. King, a 60-something man that couldn’t stop laughing about whatever story she was telling him. With a wide-open smile, she flashed her perfect white teeth and auburn-tinted, glossy and luscious lips. Awestruck, Dick collapsed face-first into the depths of her eyes… and the floor.
“Oh, no!” He heard her say, while swerving cardboard boxes, and he was surprised to see the motive of her concerns. She placed her warm palms in his shoulders, helping him off the boxes, while also saying a little prayer for whatever was damaged in the cardboard containers. Prayers that, seconds later, were proved unsuccessful.
She huffed. “It’s broken. My beautiful dessert china…”
Before lifting her gaze, the woman attempted to piece together the broken pieces of high-quality porcelain like a puzzle. “I’m sorry… where are my manners, huh?” she said with remorse. “Do you need any help?”
“I don’t think so,” Mr. King interrupted, approaching the scene and touching the woman’s arm. “He’s a big guy, aren’t you, Grayson?”
Motherfu—
“Yeah. Be more careful with your fragile items next time,” he said as he lifted off the ground and dismissed her gaze before dusting off his pants and walking away.
He did not know how to react, while he was ashamed of shamelessly staring at a stranger, he also did not know to react to her speaking directly to him. Suddenly, he felt like a teenager.
After that, he considered apologizing, because he couldn’t fade the vision of her face out of his mind—or the sound of her laughter out of his head… her gibbous green lenses staring at him with a mix of half-hearted concern and confusion.
Until he saw her yell at a poor old lady one day.
Open eyed and furious.
Sweet mouth spilling out pure venom.
Sweet mouth…
“Dick!” When Donna Calls, he realizes he hasn’t responded to her previous question. “What happened? Why were you staring at the poor girl like that? She seemed horrified with your attitude.”
He rolled his eyes. “You should get going. And please, take you little friend.”
“No.”
Troy stepped down the doorway, raising her brows and crossing her arms.
“I am leaving this cat outside that door the minute you step—” his statement was met with the loud bang of the door in his face.
“…away.”
Before he could interfere, she was already inside the elevator.
                                      .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .
A hungry kitty and several protesting meows later, a milk bowl appeared in front of the unnamed cat. It stared for a few seconds before slurping it down. Dick watched with amusement as it nearly drowned in the process.
He opened the refrigerator that night, not sure of what to expect—Dick had no time to go grocery shopping in the previous weeks, which left him with two bottles of expired milk, tons of beers, tomato sauce and one dried sausage deplorably awaiting decomposition; luckily the convenience store was still open.
In the hallway back home, there was no sight of his mysterious, unpolite neighbor or the man who embraced her in his strong arms. His insides tightened at the thought.
Her manicured hands combed through the man’s short hair and her smile widened before she turned and shut the door.
He wondered if that was her boyfriend.
Why was he leaving? What were they doing?
Not that it was any of his concern, but the doubt still clung to his chest.
Dick decided to brush it off and went straight to the bedroom, locking the door behind him and leaving the cat to wonder about the new territory.
Before drifting to sleep, he texted Donna:
DG: [Donna, come get this cat, I am NOT joking!]
                                                                              Seen.
                                      .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .
“Mom…”
Kory turned slowly by the door and looked at the girl, surprised, a smile attempting to cross her lips.
Mom.
Rachel never calls her mom.
Not in a night without nightmares, anyway.
“Yes, honey?”
“When is uncle Conner visiting us again?” The seven year old drew herself into the purple blankets, covering part of her face.
“He just left,” Kory said, smiling. “…But soon, I hope. He’s a very busy man, you know?”
“But he said he’d always come on weekends. He promised to get me a unicorn!”
“That was three hours ago, Rachel,” she said softly, trying her best not to make the little girl sound unreasonable. “And I am sure he will bring you the most colorful unicorn.”
“With all the colors?”
“All of them. But you need a few more sleeps before that.”
“Fine.” The girl huffed and puffed before turning away, and when Kory assumed she had succumbed to weariness, she asked:
“Can we have a cat?”
“No, darling, we can’t. I told you the last time that cats are not allowed here.”
“But I saw one!”
Rachel exclaimed and sat up straight, turning the lights on. “I saw one. Today.”
Kory shook her head and knelt, smoothing her hands down the agitated girl’s arms. “Rach…”
“I saw one! Behind the grumpy man!”
“Who?”
Rachel rolled her eyes and pointed to the left wall, indicating Dick’s apartment.
Kory suspired. Of course it was him.
“Mommy will see it in the morning, ok? I promise.”
The little girl nodded and hugged her guardian, kissing her in the cheek before slipping below the covers again.
“Nighty night!”
Kory smiled. “Nighty night, baby.”
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crimsun-n-clover · 1 year
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yesterday at band practice our guitarist’s little brother was in the studio with us and i was screaming for the deftones song she requested we play for our show on sunday and this kid looks at me and goes “stevie, was that auto tune or something? how’d you make that noise” kid. i just sound like that. your look of wonder is SO flattering. and i encouraged him to bully his sister because i love feeding into juvenile delinquency.
just. that shit was so sweet dude. the kid doesn’t even like me because i’m his sister’s friend but he was so amazed.
anyways my fucking car overheated today and i had to sit at my friend’s house for an HOUR to let the radiator cool down. the coolant was BURNING. AND BOILING. horrible smell AND sound. did not like that one bit. but she did get some photos of her kitten climbing all over “uncle stevie” and i definitely didn’t almost cry.
i was just gonna put on a lotr audiobook and mope (being so autistic about lotr again. expect rant posts every other day.) but we ended up actually talking. i mean we talk constantly but i thought we were done after the conversation we had in the car. she straight up goes into all the drama that i’m missing now that i dropped out.
and uh
jesus fuck
why do i even bother missing sugar
“oh she won’t shut up about how shifting is real and she’s gonna do it to be with quackity. you know. the streamer. because he joined the dsmp. at least she doesn’t like dream anymore because ‘he hurt quackity,’ not because you finally got through to her with the whole he’s racist and ableist thing.”
i asked another friend how she was and they were like “oh she’s kinda odd now. she cries a lot in class and doesn’t talk to anyone unless they talk first. i’ve never seen her like this” and not to assume it’s about me, but hey man, it kinda sounds like it’s about me. i had to remind her almost daily that she’s allowed to exist, take up space, talk, need things, whatever. now i’m not there to tell her that and it’s obviously making her life worse. she’s not here to go “stevie don’t do thattt :(“ so i’m kinda on a mild bender with no goodie two shoes to be cute and keep me out of trouble.
i’d say she has it worse. not to be a bad person or anything, but she brought it upon herself. i hate the “you deserve it” mentality and all that, but she breaks things off because i say she’s choosing one shitty guy over everything else? yeah. i think she’s realizing that she needs me. idk how to feel about that.
of course she needs someone who’s the opposite of her abusive mom. a real fuck everyone and everything tule of person who doesn’t hold themselves above all else. someone to urge her to remember it’s okay to just be. someone who will be so horribly obnoxious that she isn’t scared to ask questions in class anymore.
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raspberryspace · 1 year
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Today was my first motorcycle rider course thingy!
Rather fun, it really just feels like riding a bike with added complexity of a gearbox. I struggled with the clutch a lot today and stalled many times, I felt embarrassed but never discouraged. It’s not like a car clutch at all you can sit in the slip and it won’t toast it… but it’s just 125cc so maybe that’s why. The courses and drills were pretty straight forward, an emphasis on emergency braking and leaning in turns. The E braking was tough - you gotta use both hands and both feet to operate all the controls to come to a sudden stop safely. Rewarding in the end. I was put on a Kawasaki z125 — I’m way too big for this bike LOL my peers told me I looked like I was riding a clown bike… The other bikes were some old Hondas ( they still have carburetors, imagine that ) and an old Harley with a big old dent in the fuel tank. You can tell these bikes ( beside the 4 z125’s which have 150miles on the OD ) are well loved and have helped teach countless people.
What I found really intriguing too were the people attending. From a guy who got a ticket for not having a license, an older man looking to get a scooter to commute with, a Russian guy who left his country to not participate in the war efforts - ending up in Miami looking to work as a food currier on a moped, the classic I’ve always wanted one / I grew up on dirt bikes and rode on the back with my parents. Here I was with the marge meme: I just think they’re neat. It’s nice to talk to people of all walks of life, I can appreciate that. The two instructors also have such unique banter. These two wake up at 5am 4 days a week to work here till 1pm, they complain about the students, their pets, the sun, drivers, you name it. Yet they show such patience for us newbies, although they would rather talk about training their 9month old kitten first.
Day one passed onto day two.
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kim-seung-mo · 2 years
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22 with chan pleasee
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕥
or…cute (?) moments with omega!straykids during their pregnancy
♩ alpha!reader, fluff, omegaverse, pregnancy, does this count as mpreg? idk, just them being cute omegas and you being an overprotective alpha, mentions of jisung crying because ofc he's crying
♩♩ word count: 2.6k
♩♩♩ A/N: anon said chan but honestly i wanted to do all of them so...here we are (i did make sure to make chan's extra-long tho)
wip list here
go show the reason i stay some love plz i’m very proud of it
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Chan (four months)
Your little wolf cub seems to be a little upset lately.
You thought he would be a little more relaxed after the dangerous three-month period.
But lately he's been sitting on the bed pouting and poking his finger at his belly a lot.
When you find him, he hides nervously and pretends that nothing is happening.
This has been going on for more than two weeks now, and if it continues like this, it will definitely become a problem.
With this in mind, you turn down your co-workers' dinner invitation after work and head straight home.
Besides, if Chan smells another omega on you, he'll definitely get jealous.
Sneaking into the house, you look around.
Not in the kitchen, not in the living room.
So, he must be sitting in bed moping again.
"Channie? I'm home."
Pushing open the bedroom door, you see Chan sitting on the bed staring blankly at his slightly bulging belly, seemingly not even noticing that you're home.
You walked over to him, took off your jacket and tossed it aside, then sat down on the bed and reached over to gently rub his knee.
"Channie?"
He looked up at you, pursed his lips and held out his hand, looking like he wanted a hug.
You didn't hesitate and wrapped your arms around him.
"What's wrong baby? You don't seem too happy lately ...... I'm worried about you."
You put your nose in the nook of his neck and inhaled his calming pheromones.
He does the same by resting his chin on your shoulder and inhaling yours.
"Did I do something? Or did something happen that I don't know about?"
You look at his face after releasing the hug, trying to get something out of his expression.
"It's not you..." He said softly.
You sighed in slight relief, at least you didn't do anything to upset him.
"Y/N...I'm getting...you know...fat."
You cocked your head.
"You're pregnant, of course you're getting chubbier, that's not a bad thing..."
"No... I, I know ...... But, what if I can't lose weight after I have the birth?"
He looks at you with worried eyes as if he's really concerned about this.
"Chan, baby, why do you think I would care about that?"
"You don't have to care, but I do... I don't want...... I just... I just want to be beautiful in your eyes."
You cup his face and leave a kiss on his forehead, then your hand slides down to his waist and gently lifts him up.
Your face drops down to give him several more kisses on his belly.
"Y/N what are you doing... Stop it... I ......"
He pushes on your head, trying to get you to stop. From the tone of his voice, you don't have to look to know that his ears must be red.
"I just want you to know how beautiful you are to me...Chan...?"
You call his name.
"Y-yes?"
"If you're trying to stay in shape for your own sake, I'm definitely not going to stop you. But you need to know that you don't have to change anything at all for me. I love you for whatever you've become."
You looked up and gave him a smile.
"Do you hear me? My favorite little wolf cub?"
He hears the nickname and his face turns completely red.
He still blushes so easily even though you've been together for years.
"Got it.....Y/N?"
"Yes baby?"
"I want fried chicken."
"If my Channie wants fried chicken, we'll have fried chicken."
Minho (six months)
Minho is becoming more and more like a kitten after the pregnancy.
Whether it's the amount of time he sleeps or how clingy he is, more and more like a kitten.
He just has to be by your side 24/7, never letting you go, forcing you to rub his belly.
Of course you're happy to give him belly rubs, even more so that he wants to be always clinging to your side.
After all, for an alpha, there is probably nothing in the world that is more enjoyable than having your omega needing you.
So today, as usual, you and Minho are on the couch together, you sitting and he lying with his head on your lap.
You put your hand on his belly and gently stroked it back and forth, occasionally feeling fetal movement.
It is said that after pregnancy omega's mood will become very unstable, often getting irritable, angry, and having a bad temper.
But your Minho does not seem to have changed much...
Although this may be because he is not very good-tempered in the first place.
"Even walking is just so tiring lately...but then every half hour I need to use the bathroom......why did they need to make this so hard..."
You smile as you listen to him complain, gently stroking his belly and whispering things like "exactly" and "you're so right" every time he finishes a sentence.
"Must be really tough huh? Minho baby, if there's anything I can do be sure to let me know, okay?"
You caress his face, bringing his bangs aside to reveal his pretty forehead.
"Okay then, go peel me some oranges. I want you to feed me oranges."
Changbin (two months)
"Changbin! Sit down! Don't move!"
Changbin, who is wrapped in three layers of blankets, is just about to get up from the couch to pour water when you stop him.
"I just want to-"
"Sit down and I'll do it for you. What do you want?"
He pursed his lips, and after a few seconds of inner struggle, decided to do as you said.
"I want water, and chocolate, and...and I want...you."
The further he continued the more his voice shrunk as he started to whisper, by the time he finished he was too shy to even look up at you, burying his head into his hands.
Laughing while shaking your head, you go to the kitchen to help him get the requested things.
Although he was only two months pregnant, you were already treating Changbin as some kind of fragile china.
You do everything for him, whether it is opening the door, pouring water, taking off his shoes, or getting him dressed.
You couldn't even see his baby bump yet.
But the alpha instinct makes you want to protect him, to protect this omega pregnant with your child.
"Here, baby, your water and chocolate. But don't eat too much, you'll get a nosebleed."
You handed him the two items and sat down next to him.
"Any more orders? Do you need me to get you another blanket?"
"No need! Y/N I'm pregnant, not crippled, I can still do everyday thing-"
You shut him with a kiss.
"Binnie, I know. But it's only going to get harder from now, and I just thought I could at least do something to help make your day a little more comfortable."
He looks at you with sincere eyes, almost touched.
"But what does this have to do with you covering me up with three blankets?"
"Your pheromones are too strong, I'm afraid I can't keep myself from......"
"Y/N!!!"
Hyunjin (seven months)
"Y/N!!! Come here and help me put my shoes on!!!"
"Yes, sir!"
Hearing your omega calling you from the doorway, you, who was still in a game, instantly got up and ran out of the room.
When you came to him, you immediately knelt down and helped him. Gently cupping his left foot with one hand, the other picking up his shoe and slowly slipping them on.
Pregnant people can't really squat or bend over, so ever since Hyunjin got pregnant you have replaced all his shoes with ones without laces.
But your Hyunjin is pregnant with twins, meaning his belly is bigger than average, so big now that he can't even see his own feet, so putting on his shoes becomes a problem.
"Baby are you sure you want to go out? Are you sure you don't need me to go with you? I-"
"Y/N, I'm going to dinner with my omega friends, what are you going to do there? If you come back smelling like another omega, I won't hug you for a whole week."
You helped him put on his other shoe and stood up, looking at him with sadness filled in your eyes, like a puppy that had been abandoned by its owner.
He reached out and touched your face, leaned forward and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
You obediently wrapped your arms around him, arching your back in an effort not to touch his belly, and placed your head in the nook of his neck and sucked in a mouthful of his pheromones.
"I got it... but make sure to stay safe, and be sure to call me first if you're not feeling well, okay?"
He giggled a few times and patted you on the back.
"Don't worry, you're not the only one who treats me like I'm made out of glass, almost all of my friends treat me like that too."
"That's good... oh Jinnie, what would I do if something happened to my three babies ......"
He strokes your head again.
"You're the biggest baby of all, Y/N."
Jisung (five months)
Jisung, who has a lot of mood swings after his pregnancy, cries over the most random things.
No more cheesecake in the fridge? He cries.
His breast hurts from lactation? He cries.
Accidentally oversleeping and missing the latest episode of a kdrama that he was following? He cries.
You only gave him four kisses this morning instead of five? He definitely cries.
"Y/N, do you still love me?"
Oh yeah, and he'll also ask you the most random questions.
Every now and then, you'll need to hold him on your lap with his whole body nestled in your arms.
Like right now, you have one arm around his waist and the other arm gently stroking his belly.
"How can I not love you? You're my mate Sungie."
His fingers play around with a string resting on your chest, still not looking very happy.
"Sungie, what's on your mind? Can you tell me?"
He purses his lips and moves slightly into your arms, smelling the pheromones on you that comfort him.
"I don't know ...... I just, I just think that there's a chance that, after I have the baby, you'll just love the baby ....... and you'll stop loving me."
You frown and hold his face so he's looking straight at you.
"Sungie...I love our baby because you gave birth to them. I can have as many babies as I want, but there is only one Han Jisung that I love."
Felix (nine months)
"Watch out! Oh my God-Felix!"
You see that he seems unsteady on his feet and immediately rush up to help him and hold him in your arms.
"Hee hee... I knew you'd come and catch me."
Your little sun Felix grinned cheekily, but you were still mad.
"Felix! Do you know how many months pregnant you are? Do you know how dangerous this is? Do you know that if I had been a little late in catching you, you would have FELL?!"
Felix is nine months pregnant, his water could break at any moment.
But he still proposed to clean the house.
You urge him to just lie down and let you do the work, but he insists that he won't even remember how to walk if he doesn't move.
You can't help it, looking at his pleading eyes before agreeing that he can clean up the bookshelf in the living room.
But as soon as he stepped on that chair you knew this would happen and immediately got up.
That's how that scene just happened.
"I'm sorry.... Y/N don't get mad, come on, I'll give you a kiss."
He stood on his tiptoes and beamed to give you a kiss on the cheek.
But before he could touch them, he stops.
You turn your head to look at him, only to see a look of panic on his face.
"Oh my god, Y/N..."
"What's wrong?"
"M-my water just broke."
Seungmin (six months)
Your Seungmin doesn't seem to be as sensitive, irritable and temperamental as others say omegas are after pregnancy.
Except for two things, he sleeps longer and eats more.
At least...that's what you thought until today.
Today's intention was to go to a movie together, but just as you packed your things and were ready to head out, you see him standing at the door with his head down.
Thinking that he's just looking at his phone, you went behind him and patted his shoulder.
That's when you realize he's crying.
"Minnie? What's wrong baby?"
You asked nervously, trying to remain calm.
He didn't say anything, just continued to drop his tears, making your heart ache.
Instead of hugging him from the front for fear of hurting his belly, you wrapped your arms around him from behind so he could calm down a little by smelling your pheromones in your embrace.
"I...I can't tie my shoes ......"
He whispered after a long time of silence.
You couldn't help but laugh out loud, but that seemed to irritate him, pushing you away.
"And you're laughing at me!"
He began to whimper softly.
"Don't cry don't cry, I'm not laughing at you ...... I just thought that you...I thought you knew that you could totally just come to me and let me help you, there's no need to cry ah baby ......"
You immediately kneeled down and helped him tie his shoes, kissing his knee after you were done.
"If you find it troublesome, we can go buy some pairs of shoes without laces after the movie today?"
He pursed his lips, then nodded.
"And I want strawberries, lots of strawberries."
"Okay, I'll buy you anything you want."
Jeongin (four weeks/one and a half months)
It took him a long time to convince you to mark him permanently.
You can't really be blamed for being such a hesitant, after all, he had only graduated from college. One could say that his life was just beginning.
How could he tie himself to you at such a young age? Trapped by you for life?
Omega once marked by eternity can never be marked by another alpha again, and in a sense, it's a completely unequal treaty.
"How can you think that I am trapped by you by being marked by you? I want to be with you, I want to be with you for the rest of my life, because being with you makes me a better person. I need you to mark me, to give me security, to let me know that there is someone in this world just for me ...... Please, Y/N...mark me, okay?"
You tried to convince him, but how could you still refuse after hearing that?
A few months later, he comes over red-faced and tells you that he's four weeks pregnant.
He looks thrilled, but you still can't help but feel worried.
"Innie... Do you really want this baby? Are you sure? I-"
He looks at you, seeing that you weren't as excited as he is, even looks a little unhappy, he frowns.
"Don't you want this baby ......?"
"I-I didn't mean that ...... of course I'm willing to raise this baby with you, I'd do anything for you baby! I'm just worried that, you know... you're so young...so, so young."
He cupped your face and dropped a comforting kiss on your lips.
"I'm not afraid of anything as long as I have you by my side."
You smiled at him, then lowered your head to kiss his still flat belly.
"I promise I'll protect you well."
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mellowyandere · 3 years
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Erasermic “Just tell us what you like darling.”
Reader: F
Characters: Aizawa Shouta, Yamada Hizashi 
Summary: You’d been stuck with the two pro heroes for a couple of weeks now but have yet to open up. Can’t you see they’re just curious?
Length: 4K
Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, M/M/F, slight bondage, aphrodisiac, oral sex, vaginal sex, slight praise kink.
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You sat curled up on the far end of the couch, eyes glazed over as you watched the TV in front of you. A half-baked sad excuse of a porno disguised as a movie was playing. The plot was flimsy at best and you couldn't care less, but movie nights weren’t optional.
Hizashi and Shouta were cuddled up closer to the middle of the couch than you’d prefer. You could feel their eyes flickering between you and the shitty movie. Currently the female lead was bent over the male leads extravagant kitchen counter getting railed out of her mind. Her wanton moaning was starting to get on your nerves.
“Soooo.” the blond broke the silence. You peered over at him and couldn't help but roll your eyes as he waggled his eyebrows. “What kinda stuff you into baby girl?” With the degrading quality in movie’s Hizashi had been picking for the three of you to watch you had a feeling he was up to something.
“Not whatever this is...” Shouta snorted at your response, pulling Hizashi closer to keep him from migrating over to you. The dark-haired man was fully aware you were on edge, still not having settled into your new life yet. His boisterous partner on the other hand was dying to get to you, his patience much shorter than his sleepy counterpart.
“Aww I thought you’d enjoy this one! I mean she sure looks like she’s enjoying it. Ever been fucked over a counter?”
You couldn't help but choke a bit at his question. The man had been getting more and more pointed in his attempts to unravel your sexual escapades and desires. “I-It’s hardly any of your business!”
“Come on babe no need to be so shy! Sho and I are here for yah, whatever you want or need we can give!”
You felt your blood boil a bit at his proclamation. The fucking nerve this man had to say you could have whatever you want after kidnapping you.
Shouta noticed your face scrunching up with anger. Hizashi noticed too, but was so desperate for something besides your passive aggressive moping he'd take anything.
But you weren’t interested in giving them any reason to punish you, so instead you quietly stood up from the couch.
“I have a headache so I’m going to go lay down. Don’t bother me.” You hesitated for a second. “Please.” Within your two weeks here you had learned manners got you pretty far with Shouta, allowing you to push the boundary between rude and polite.
Peeking over at the two you saw Hizashi struggling to sit up, but Shouta held fast, pulling him close and murmuring something in his ear. The blond frowned, sharp green eyes narrowing in your direction, but he relaxed into his partner.
“Take it easy kitten. Let us know if you need anything.” You cringed at the sleepy pro’s pet name but took the chance to leave before they changed their minds.
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“I told you those shitty movies weren’t going to work.”
“Yah never know Sho, I thought maybe she’d see us all cuddled up like love birds and want to join after watching something steamy! Not my fault she’s so damn shy.” Hizashi was pouting now.
Shouta hated to see the normally, annoyingly, enthusiastic voice hero like this. Thankfully he had been mentally working on a plan for a while now. Your problem was not only were you shy, but you were so self-conscious you lacked the courage to ask them what you wanted. It was on him to work it out of you. The issue was getting you in the right mood. He knew it would take months before you came around, and if it was just him that would be perfectly fine.
But his sulking partner wasn't going to last that long, and he’d end up doing something to push you further away from them. No, they were going to have to get you to come onto them. What he had in mind made his gut churn a bit in guilt, but if it worked then it would all be worth it.
“Hizashi stop whining. I have a plan to help get her out of her shell.” Hizashi sprang up, emerald eyes wide in delight. “Oh oh, tell me tell me!”
Shouta smiled softly at how fast the man could bounce back. “I had a feeling we were going to need a bit more than movies to encourage her so I had Kayama get me an aphrodisiac. She has troublesome pets of her own so she was more than happy to help out.”
Hizashi was practically vibrating with excitement now. It took everything in him to not shout out in joy. “You’re a genius! So when do we give it to her, now? Tonight? The sooner the bet-”
“No. Not right now,” Shouta cut him off.
“We need to give her some time to settle down, cut it with the pornos, and use it when she least expects it. I’ll decide when the time is right, and let you know once it’s all set up. Can’t have you giving the surprise away now can I.” With that the dark-haired hero pulled Hizashi closer to him for a gentle kiss. “Just be patient Zashi and she’ll be ours willingly.”
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It had been a little over a week since Hizashi had stopped forcing you to watch those raunchy movies. He still insisted every now and again to watch something, even asking for your own input. He had also thankfully stepped back a bit on the sexual comments and you almost felt comfortable near him.
Tonight, was yet again movie night. Hizashi was already hunkered down on the couch a warm cup of tea clutched in his hands. Shouta silently slunk in from the kitchen, he always managed to spook you with how quietly he moved.
“Here kitten,” he handed you a hot cup of tea and plopped down in between you and the blond. He opened his arms and gestured to you with a questioning eyebrow but you simply mumbled out your thanks for the tea and turned to the tv.
“Alright babes it's show time!” With that Hizashi started the movie and another uneventful night began. You sipped slowly on your tea, it was a bit hot but it felt nice in the cold house.
About thirty minutes into the movie you began to feel a bit... odd. Did you have a fever? You wiggled a bit to try and get comfortable but the burning in your gut only seemed to increase. Something wasn't right, but you couldn’t figure out what.
“You doing alright there kitten?” Shouta questioned while shuffling closer to you. He reached his hand out and gently placed it on your thigh, deep obsidian eyes glinting with amusement.
You yelped, jumping a bit as his large hand made contact with your clothed leg. Even through the fabric he was so warm, and arousal pooled in your stomach. What the fuck was going on? You jumped up, his hand falling to the soft cushion.
“A-ah I’m fine! I don’t feel so good um so... I’m gonna go rest!” You bolted, Hizashi whining in complaint as you took off. “What’s her deal,” he grumbled in annoyance. He glanced over at Shouta and suddenly it dawned on him. The cheeky smirk on the dark pro’s face giving him away.
“Come on Zashi. We’re going to follow her tonight.”
Hizashi shot up in excitement at his partners’ proclamation. A grin that showed just a bit too many teeth splitting his face in half.
“Might need this though,” Shouta murmured as he grabbed his capture weapon.
Heading upstairs the two pros found your bedroom door closed, but due to the lack of a lock it didn't stand as much of a barrier. Hizashi rushed to swing the door wide open, ready to charge in, but was halted by Shouta. “Slow it down we’ve got all night. Don’t want to spook her,” he whispered.
The blond shot him a wink “Aight aight my b,” he whispered back.
You shot up in bed when the door was forcefully thrown open, a familiar pair of green eyes locking onto you. “You doin’ alright there baby girl? I mean I know runnin’ off ain’t too weird for yah but you’ve been so good these past couple days.”
“I’m fine,” you grumbled out. You were in fact not fine. You felt like your body was on fire, and your cunt was aching. Hizashi bounded over, jumping up on the bed and shuffling closer to you. You curled up on yourself, body pressed against the headboard. “Pl-please stop.”
“Aww Sho she’s so damn shy, ain’t she just the cutest thing?”
“Mhmm, the cutest.” Shouta wandered into the room, capture weapon in hand. Why did he have that?
“We’ll finish the movie in here. That way you can continue to rest.” The dark-haired pro turned the tv on in your room and crawled into bed, remote in one hand, weapon in the other. “And so you don’t try to avoid watching the movie...” With that his weapon slowly unraveled, metal alloy winding around your wrists and securing them up above you on the headboard.
“Whoa hey what are you doing! I-I’ll watch the movie I promise!” Shouta planted himself firmly on your right, while Hizashi cuddled up on your left. “Nu-uh baby girl you’ve been dodging movie night! Can’t take any chances now!” Two different hands took up residence on each thigh, Shouta’s gently rubbing circles into your skin while Hizashi’s squeezed and rubbed with a little more force. You had changed into shorts to try and help with how hot you felt, but now you were regretting your decision.
It was torture. Their hands sending tingles of electricity straight to your wet pussy and hardening nipples. You bit back a moan as Hizashi’s hand began to trail further between your thighs so he could get a better grip on the soft skin. If they noticed your uncomfortable squirming they didn't say anything about it. Opting to watch the movie while you grew more and more aroused.
This was ridiculous, you’ve never felt so turned on in your whole life! You held your tongue for fear of letting a moan slip out of your mouth.
A text notification went off to your right. Shouta heaved a sigh as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, but quickly chuckled in amusement upon opening the message.
“What’s up Sho?” Hizashi leaned in closer to you, hand moving upwards, gently bumping up against your clothed sex. In turn Shouta extended his hand towards his partner, knuckles brushing across your sensitive nipple.
You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that passed your lips.
In a fraction of a second two set of sharp eyes darted to you. You hung your head in shame as heat flooded your cheeks.
“What was that baby doll? Someone feelin’ a lil frisky?” The blonds quirk picked up a bit at the end of his sentence and rumbled through your body.
“N-no!” What was with you stuttering? You needed to assert yourself! You felt completely out of control of your own body.
“Oh reallyyy?” With that Hizashi bumped his knuckle up against your clit. You bucked your hips into his hand and let out a pathetic mewl.
“Zashi leave her alone,” Shouta chided the man. You looked over to him, thankful he was always the voice of reason, to feel relief replaced by fear as you saw the predatory glint in his eyes. “Come on now, Kayama sent us a cute little outfit we should buy for our kitten,” as he spoke his hand clutching the phone continued to rub against your perky bud.
The fire in your gut was getting worse, your head felt like it was spinning. Did they.. did they do something to you? Your brain couldn't block out the image of Hizashi’s slender fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt fast enough and you clenched down on nothing in response. You felt so empty.
“Please!”
“Please stop? Or do you mean please keep going baby girl?” At this point you didn’t know which one it was either. You wanted them to stop, to leave you alone. But at the same time, you needed something. You needed them.
But they made the decision for you. Pulling away both men placed their hands back into their own laps, pants a little more tented than they were a moment ago. “We wouldn't want to do anything without your permission kitten,” the dark hair hero stated as you whined at the loss of contact. Oh so they chose now to be decent human beings?
They were doing this on purpose. You felt your eyes sting a bit as tears threatened to form. Fine if they wanted to play a stupid game you'd play. Raising your head you glared at the tv, hell-bent on not giving them the satisfaction of hearing you beg.
You lasted about fifteen minutes before the burning sensation in your core went from uncomfortably aroused to painful. You wriggled about, desperate to try and generate some friction. You no longer cared that Shouta and Hizashi had turned their attention to you with quirked eyebrows and amused smiles. How fucking patronizing.
“Just say the word baby girl and Sho an’ I can help yah.” Tears were openly falling down your face now as you sniffled miserably. “Pl-please..” you whispered, shame flooding through you.
“Not good enough.” You growled in frustration at Shouta’s dismissal. “If you want help kitten, you’re going to have to tell us exactly what you want.”
You threw your head back in frustration against the headboard. You couldn’t last much longer, they were leaving you with no choice.
It took about three more minutes of them ignoring you before you couldn’t do it anymore. Little sobs racked your body at the intense heat that was pumping through your veins.
“Please!” You cried out. And then the flood gate of promises burst forwards as you tried to tempt them into saving you. “I-I’ll be your good girl. I’ll let you tie me up, dress me up, pin me down, kiss me when you want, hold me during movie nights...” you started off tame working your way to more and more explicit promises.
“I’ll warm your cocks while you grade papers, o-or suck you off, let you fuck me while I’m asleep, anything, everything! Ple-please help me I need you to.. to fuck me please.” To say the men were pleased was an understatement. They had been expecting something, but were blown away with your confessions, each one spiraling into deeper and darker desires. You deserved a reward, now didn't you?
You kept rambling, little hiccups shaking your body while you cried causing you to stutter. You had been so busy trying to figure out what they wanted you to say that you failed to notice your now free hands. Only when Shouta slid behind you did you realize the situation you were in.
Both men had stripped themselves of their remaining clothes, and made quick work of peeling off your damp shirt and drenched panties. Hizashi hunkered down between your thighs. “That wasn’t so hard now was it baby girl? Aww Sho she’s absolutely dripping.” He threw your legs over his shoulders and his hot breath fanned out against your aching cunt.
You barely registered the words he said, opting instead to buck your hips towards his lopsided grin. “Easy now kitten, we’re here don’t worry,” Shouta murmured low into your ear. Gently he bit down on your earlobe while he hands came up and began to work on your tender breasts. His solid cock was flush with your lower back, gently throbbing as you wiggled for Hizashi’s attention.
“See now ain’t it just so much better when you tell us what you want.”
“Don’t torture her Zashi come on now, she’s waited long enough.”
The man barked a laugh before delving right in, not wasting a second more. His eager tongue delved between your delicate folds, working its way up and down. You threw your head back against Shouta’s shoulder, crying out in relief and pleasure. It wasn't enough, but fuck it was something, and he was good at it.
Shouta’s fingers pinched and rolled your nipples while Hizashi began to experiment with delving his tongue deeper inside, nose brushing up against your clit. Your hands wrapped around Shouta’s wrists as you attempted to ground yourself. You had only just begun and you could already feel your oncoming orgasm, your walls desperately clenching down on the blondes skilled tongue. You had been denied for so long it would only take a little bit more.
He hummed in satisfaction as he felt you getting close, quirk sending vibrations straight to your core and you snapped. You closed your eyes as your hips bucked up against his face. He held fast, hands digging into your thighs as he eagerly lapped you up. You moaned without restraint, Shouta’s lips flush against your neck as he nipped and sucked marks into your skin.
When you finally stopped squirming Hizashi pulled away with a cheeky grin, mouth glistening with your arousal. “Fuck baby girl you already finished?” No, it wasn't enough. You needed more!
“Please, I need more..I..” “Shh don’t worry kitten, we know what you need.” The blond leaned forwards and locked lips with his black-haired partner behind you. Shouta groaned into his mouth, cock throbbing eagerly against your back. From here you could see the blondes cock as well. He had an impressive length, red tip dripping pre-cum as it flexed with his arousal.
With a free hand you reached out and gripped his enticing member, earning a surprised moan from the hero. He pulled back looking down at you with lust clouded eyes. “As much as I want to fuck you until you sing, it’s Sho’s turn. Mm but shit do those small hands of yours look good wrapped around me.” He gave an experimental thrust of his hips into your grip before pulling away. Shouta began to move as well, swapping places with the blonde. You were flipped around, Hizashi crawling under you while Shouta pulled you up and back so you were on all fours.
“I could get used to a view like this,” Shouta said with satisfaction. The blond couldn't agree more, after all he was about to get a front row seat to his partner fucking you silly. His greedy hands came up and gripped the back of your head, pulling your face down for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but you didn't care.
With your head pulled down your ass was arched up and Shouta couldn't help but give it an experimental slap. You yelped in pain, wriggling forwards out of his grip. “Sorry kitten I just couldn’t help myself. Your ass is just so perfect.” He kneaded the sore flesh affectionately as an apology.
The burning in your core had returned full force from what little Hizashi had done earlier to ease it, and you once again found yourself rocking your hips back against the dark haired hero. With his cock in hand he began to teasingly run it up and down your sopping cunt. Not this again.
You cried out into Hizashi’s mouth attempting to pull away from him in order to force the man behind you to fuck you, but both men held your firmly in place. Shouta took a moment longer to enjoy how needy you were before giving you what you wanted, the head of his cock slowly breaching your tight walls.
Your cries of frustration turned into cries of pleasure and Hizashi ate them up. Shouta began to gently pump himself into you. The aphrodisiac and Hizashi’s prepping making you wet enough he could slam into you if he wanted, but he needed to take his time. After all this wasn’t about him, it was about you. Showing you just what he and his partner could give you, how well they could provide for your every need.
Below you Hizashi took his own cock into his hand and broke off the kiss, pumping into his fist at the same excruciatingly slow pace Shouta was fucking you. He watched the pleasure consume you, eyes twisted shut as you took his partners cock like the perfect little girl you were. As Shouta began to pick up his pace, not only did Hizashi match it, he got the pleasure of watching your tits bounce in rhythm to the sturdy hips snapping against your ass. He could die right here a very happy man.
You were babbling now that your mouth was no longer consumed by the blond hero, pleas and mewls spilling forth as you allowed the men to alleviate the burning inside you. “You’re just so fucking cute ain’t you, shit I hope you’re still needy when Sho’s done cause fuck do I want to feel that perfect lil pussy of yours.” Speaking of, the man behind you let out a groan as you clenched down on him hard when he hit a particular spot inside you, velvety walls trying to milk him for all he was worth.
“She’s so fucking tight, so perfect. Shit, I think she’s going to cum again.” Shouta leaned down, muscular chest flush against your back as he wrapped his arm around you, hand reaching between your legs to stimulate your neglected clit. You bucked back into him at the sudden sensation. Hizashi’s free hand reached up and began to tweak your left nipple, desperate to see what your face looked like when you came undone on top of him.
The conjoined efforts of the two men sent you once again over the edge, face contorting in pleasure as your walls fluttered around Shouta’s cock. Moans and whimpers tumbled from your mouth. Shouta’s hips began to stutter a bit at the sensation of your walls clamping down on him, quickly approaching his own climax.
He began to slam into you, his thick member forcing itself deep within with each snap of his hips. With his chest flush against you, and arms tightly holding you in place he finally stilled. Groans of pleasure fell from his mouth as he pumped his hot cum into you, the remedy for the aphrodisiac bringing you immediate relief. Holding your exhausted body off of Hizashi, Shouta kept you plugged with his cock in order to undo the aphrodisiac as best he could.
The sight of both of you finishing above the blond was beyond a dream come true. He had been helping himself along this entire time and couldn’t contain himself any longer.
“Fuck do I wish I had a camera both my babes cumming one after the other I’m on cloud fuckin’ nine! Prop her up and slide out for me baby, it’s my turn to help cool down our girl.”
With a grunt the dark-haired pro sat up, continuing to press you firmly to him. His cock slowly slid out and his cum immediately began to run down your thighs. He maneuvered you so you were sitting over Hizashi’s waiting cock before lowering you down.
You whined at the feeling of the slimmer man entering you. Shouta had him in girth, but Hizashi won when it came to length.
“There you go baby girl, shit! You weren’t lying Sho she’s so tight I don’t think I’m gonna last that long.”
Quickly the blond began to snap his hips up into your limp body, only upright thanks to the man behind you. Words of praise tumbled from the blond as he fucked up into you. True to his word he didn’t last much longer, the entirety of the night catching up to him as he began to cum inside you. Unlike Shouta he continued fucking his seed into you until he finally stilled.
You were absolutely spent, and a complete mess.
“Seems we made a mess in your bed kitten, you can sleep with Hizashi and I until we wash your sheets.” He began to pull you up off the satisfied hero below you, his length slipping out, causing even more cum to run down your thighs and onto the blond’s lap. Not that he minded.
“Lets get all cleaned up babes and ready for bed!” You were too tired to protest, relaxing in Shouta’s arms. Come tomorrow you had a lot to think about regarding what happened. But for now, with your body no longer burning, a warm shower sounded like heaven.
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House Trained
a collab with @reallyshey 💗
shigaraki x dabi x reader
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CW: nsfw duh 🙄 piss 🥰 vaginal sex anal sex unprotected sex, cat hybrid Shigaraki, darker tags under the cut...beware
PSA: I was NOT a part of the shit or vomit, so do NOT request that pls 🥰 it's pretty obvious I didn't write it cause it's so good I could never write that well 🥲, blood, pain anal, spikey dick hehe 😼 punishment (locked in a cage) umm all done? slight dubcon…???Coercion...????
The concept of human and animal mixing themselves wasn’t something new but science made that too close to reality. Now a hybrid was the common pet for many- the perfect balance for those who wanted children but simply weren’t equipped with the time or the money. Those cute angelic human faces, with ears poking out from-
And Tomura had squatted and was pissing on the couch. Y/N couldn’t help but rub her eyebrow in frustration. It was like she had just cleaned that yesterday! At this rate, she may as well throw out the couch. And she loved her little kitty, of course! But it was getting ridiculous.
It was like taking care of a child who'd never been potty trained. She couldn't put him in diapers either. He’d be humiliated and pissed off at her for god knows how long. So she had to take him to the bathroom about once every two hours. Sometimes he’d make a fuss and pee on the bath mat on purpose, but other times, he was compliant. She found that pushing on his bladder a little helped when he was feeling stubborn.
It hadn’t always been so routine, though. At first, he was mortified at the prospects of Y/N watching him pee. It's gross! She wasn’t supposed to see him do that! In hindsight, maybe getting him so comfortable with that was a mistake. He was brave enough to go in front of her no matter where. She should have just locked Tomura in the bathroom and listened to him to make sure he went but no.
Of course, she had to baby him. He would rub up against her leg all day, purring. He’d lay beside her at night and beg for praise, and she couldn't deny him because he's just oh so cute. Things really took a turn when he started calling her mommy. That definitely flipped a switch for her. Y/N was so easily manipulated by him, and neither of them realized. Shigaraki thought he just had the perfect mommy, and Y/N just thought she had the perfect baby boy.
She loved her cute cat hybrid, but he even had some funny habits. For example, he was still a young cat- about twenty-two-ish in human years. But even so, she’d never bothered to get him spayed. It hurt her feelings to even think about it. She tried talking to him about it, but he only cried and cried and cried until she promised him she wouldn’t.
And even then, her little baby wasn’t aggressive. The worst-case scenario was this- his spaying and genuine accidents. He took out his sexual desires on her pillow, humping it, kneading it, and biting down on it. His tail twitched in a specific way Y/N had learned to recognize whenever it was obvious he was getting aroused, whether from her belly rubs or simply the passing of time.
He was strictly an indoor hybrid too- Y/N believed in keeping her hybrid safe from passing cars, especially when he didn’t know any better. I mean, how the fuck was he supposed to protect himself? He’s so codependent on her. Tomura crawls across the floor and clings to her leg more often than not. He tugs on Y/N’s clothes for food and has to have at least twelve good night kisses. He’s pampered and spoiled and so happy he found a good mommy.
Y/N would kill anyone or anything who would dare hurt her precious boy. He was so sweet and defenseless. Only a monster would hurt someone so sweet. But Y/N knew the world was full of monsters. She's not näive. Her parents were a good example. They had unprompted hate towards her boyfriend at the time and his family until it tore their relationship apart.
He was the one keeping her sane, keeping her grounded but their hatred got in the way. They had planned on adopting a hybrid before, they even decided to name him Tomura. Y/N wasn't hung up on him, she had her little kitty to love! But the name was still sentimental. If only he had kept talking to her, they could have had a life together, but he ghosted her completely and their last conversation was something mundane.
She’s brought back to reality by something soft rubbing her leg, she looks down to find Tomura smiling up at her.
“Mommy, you forgot to take me to the bathroom, meow,” he says calmly, as though peeing on the couch was a completely reasonable response to that.
She sighs, “Next time, just remind me, Tomu, just please stop peeing on the couch,”
He nods and rubs against her leg a bit more, “I’ll be a good boy, mommy,” he promises, knowing he’s going to break it, “Pet me please, meow.”
It’s not really a question, and more a demand: his tail swishes when she sits down on the floor with him. He nuzzled into her hand as she scratched behind his ears. Getting the couch cleaned all the time was expensive and embarrassing. What do the neighbors think every time they see it pull into their driveway?
Y/N finally caves, and, opening her phone, calls the first business with “Animal Trainer” next to it. It looked like a serious business and was rated five stars. It didn’t even look that expensive either! Even so, she had to get him to stop acting out like this.
“Hello?” She says once the phone stops ringing.
“Yes, this is Dabi speaking. How can I help you today?” A voice responds on the other side, thick and gruff. He sounded like he’d smoked for quite a few years (that or he had just gotten out of bed).
“Hi, this is Y/N. I’m calling because my cat hybrid is spaying and pissing everywhere. He’s not fixed, and I promised him I wouldn’t do that to him. I need to get him to stop. I can’t keep cleaning but I’m not going to give him up to the shelter either.”
There’s a moment of silence on the other line. “A bad kitty. I can fix that. You’ll need to chip in, of course.”
She hesitates and looks over at Tomura who is starting to rub against her legs, curious about what and who she’s talking to. “Of course. When’s the soonest you can come over?”
“How about right now?”
“Perfect. Here’s my address.”
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Dabi walks through the door, and her mouth falls open.
“You,” She says in surprise and in shock.
He grins devilishly, “Me, it's nice to see you, sweetheart.”
She scoffs, “It’s nice to see me? You stopped talking to me after we dated for almost a year!”
“It’s not my fault you changed your number and didn’t tell me,” He snaps back at her, his irritation growing. He grew sick of the disconnected response from the phone too quickly for her to joke about this.
“I never changed my-” She stops, “Oh.”
His face softens too, “It was your parents, huh?”
“Yeah,” she says, looking up at him.
Y/N wraps her arms around Touya hesitantly, and he does the same. Meanwhile, Tomura sits there in shock. Who was this man cuddling with mommy? He’d have to drench the whole house to get this guy’s scent off, and what’s in the bag?
“And this is Tomura,” She introduces. He looks up at the mention of his name, letting out a confused meow.
He grins- Y/N really knows how to pick them. This was the name they promised they’d name their own little hybrid all those years ago when they made plans to marry. So even if she was angry...
“Hey, little guy,” Touya says, trying to be friendly.
That was pretty easy when a cute kitty is staring up at you. But not so easy when he hisses at you and mutters profanities. He frowns. This was gonna be a lot of work.
“Hey,” he says, turning away from the pissed-off kitten, “I’ll give you a discount, how's three hundred sound?”
Her eyes light up, “Three hundred sounds fantastic! Thank you, Touya!”
She hugs him again and Shigaraki wants to yell but...mommy seems so happy with this... this stranger. And he doesn't want to make her sad, so he crawls away and mopes in her room, curling up in her bed and burying his face in her blankets. Does she love him? Is he going to stay? He wouldn't blame Y/N; this Touya person is rather cute but still. She doesn't notice her missing kitty while she continues to work out the details with Touya.
“Y/N, down to business. Why is your hybrid causing you problems? You said something about spaying? Tell me about it.”
“So what happens is that he goes around peeing everywhere! I used to be able to help him go to the bathroom, but now he just goes wherever he wants, whenever he wants! I looked it up and it sounds like spaying, but it’s full-on piss sometimes too.”
Touya is quiet for a moment, thinking, “So he sees you as a mate and he’s trying to mark his territory to ward off another male. Have you invited anybody over recently?” He asks, trying to grasp the situation.
Y/N shakes her head. He saw her as a mate?! “No, I try not to. My house smells like piss thanks to Mister Whiskers.” She huffs.
“He probably sensed another hybrid then from the outside. Possibly a feral. The best way to get him to stop is to make him think he already owns you. I’ll call hybrid control too. It’s not a good place for hybrids on the streets.” He says, pulling out his own phone and sending a text.
“Okay then. How do we do that?”
“It’s quite easy,” he says, “Let's go find Tomura first.”
He heads upstairs to where he assumes Tomura’s hiding. The smell of pee intensifies as he gets closer to what he assumes is your room. He opens the door to see Tomura curled on the bed, frowning.
“See how territorial he is?” Touya points out, “He already sees me as a threat even though I've just walked in the door.”
Y/N nods, but she’s still in disbelief. Tomura sees her as his mate? That's ridiculous. Although, if what Touya’s saying is true, she really wouldn't mind. She’d always had a crush on Tomura, I mean just look at him! He’s cute and so cuddly. The adorable ears and fluffy hair really add onto the whole cute kitty image. He’s so smart too. And kind. Their relationship isn't one-sided at all, he takes care of Y/N and she takes care of him.
Touya nudges her towards the bed, and she sits next to him. They both look at each other for a while, and Touya doesn't interrupt. They need to go at their own paces, for now at least. Y/N finally reaches a hand out to scratch behind his ears, and Tomura starts to purr again. It feels like Y/N is the only one in the room. He doesn't even notice Touya until he sits on the other side of him.
He wants to hiss and scratch at him, but Y/N is scratching his head just the way he likes.
“Hey buddy,” Touya says, reaching out to rub soothing circles on his back, “You love Y/N a whole lot, huh?”
Tomura nods, still suspicious of the man sitting with them.
“She’s your mate, isn't she?” he says, fingers trailing across his neck to scratch the back of his head, “You've got a nice pretty mate Tomura. She’s all yours, sweetie,”
Mate?! How did Touya know how he felt about y/n? They barely said a word to each other.
“Mate,” he nods, grabbing onto Y/N’s thigh.
He worms his hands between the mattress and her soft thighs and squeezes it in his arms, laying his head on it.
“Mate,” he purrs, happy that he’s able to say it out loud, “Mommy’s such a pretty mate.”
Touya nods; this is good. They're making progress.
“Now Y/N, why don't you lie down on the bed,” Touya instructs.
She does as told and lies on her back, trying to relax. She tenses up again when his fingers tug down her pants. She tries to grab his hand and stop him but he bats it away.
“Do you want your house to smell like piss for the rest of your life, or are you gonna let me help you?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
She nods and lets him pull down her pants.
“Are you sure this is necessary?” she asks, not enjoying the cold air on her cunt nor the fact that she was nearly naked in front of both of them.
“Completely necessary,” he assures her.
Next to go is her shirt, then her bra until she’s lying completely naked in front of them. When he starts to strip Tomura down, she gets worried. Why is Tomura suddenly so compliant with Touya? He was ready to flip his shit just minutes ago. Touya guides Tomura to kneel between Y/N’s legs and wiggles his spiked cock out of its little pouch. Tomura mewls softly; he’s never felt someone else touch him there before.
“Now, why don’t you rub mommy’s pussy right,” he guides Tomura’s hand to her clit, “There.”
He looks confused but does as he’s told. Obviously, Tomura doesn't do it well enough. The nerves and inexperienced hands don’t do anything to get Y/N aroused. Too bad so sad, he’s here to fix a problem, not make it pleasurable. He lines up Tomura’s cock, and Y/N finally pieces together what's happening. Her breathing picks up and her eyes widen. Surely he wasn’t really going to have Tomura fuck her, right? That would hurt! Like really really hurt!
But the look of excitement in his eyes made her feel guilty. He wants this so badly and he loves her so much. If this was going to help him she’d just have to take it. So when Touya helps him poke the tip of his cock in, she’s already white-knuckled from gripping the sheets. She whimpers when more of it starts to go in; it felt like the branch of an English hawthorn was forcing itself inside of her. At the same time, the tiny, sharp thorns on his cock were tickling her G-spot.
She wasn't ready when he started to fuck into her, he was over the moon with joy whilst she was crying out in pain. Tomura can’t decide between yowling, meowing, or moaning so he chooses a mixture of all three. All of his little noises are adorable; the whines and whimpers of her name make her try to smile through all of the pain.
“Gotta...breed mommy,” he pants, “Breed mommy!”
Her eyes widened.
“No sweetie,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to focus on the pain, “You can’t breed a mommy baby. Please don’t Tomura.”
“Hey,” Touya says, “do you want this to work or not?”
She whines in defeat and lets him keep fucking her.
“Breed, mommy,” he chants, happier than ever.
Everything's “fine” until he decides to bite her tit.
“Ow! Tomura, no!” she cries, trying to push his head away, but Touya holds her hands in place.
“You can’t deny him Y/N. It won't work if you do,” he tuts.
She tries to squirm away, but Touya keeps his grip on her firm, and the cold hands of death couldn't pry Tomura away from her. So she cries and moans and prays that he’ll cum and get this over with. Touya lets go of her hands and climbs behind Tomura. What was he doing back there?
Y/N doesn’t even have a moment to be confused as Touya unbuckles his pants, Tomura grinding at her pussy, his sharp barbs and accurate aims make the pain and the pleasure simply too much for her brain to work. He doesn’t even take off his shirt, or slide them down, just pulls out his cock from his jeans and shoves it into the cute tight, and unsuspecting hole in front of him.
“Meow! Mommy! It hurts! Meow!” Tomura cries, yowling in pain as his virgin hole is penetrated. Touya’s cock is massive- at least twelve inches in length. Despite Tomura’s small size, she can still feel Touya against her own stomach, the way his cock burrowed a hole into Tomura, in through one end and attempting to force its way out the other.
“Look at that cute little pussy. It’s all nice and red for Master''. Tomura was bleeding! He meowed, feeling the trickling down his thighs as Touya pushed himself into Tomura, again and again, forcing Tomura to keep fucking Y/N despite the pain that he was in. As she gets wetter it’s easier for her to talk and think. She cradles Tomura’s head in her arms and lets it fall into the crook of her neck.
“How is this helping?” she asks, still crying from the pain of Tomura’s cock in her.
“Um, it’s keeping him inside of you? Listen, I don't fucking know. I just wanted to fuck him, ” Touya laughs, before pausing, “Or even bitch him if it works.” Leaning down to trail kisses up Tomura’s neck, he coos “Who’s my pretty boy?”
“I am, ” he sobs, “Mommy, please, it hurts. But it feels so good just- just make it stop mommy please.”
“I can't, sweetie. I’m sorry,” she says, kissing the side of his head, “It’ll feel good soon, Tomura, I promise.”
He bites her tit again, not as hard as before, and tries to stifle the sounds of his crying. How could he be a good mate if he was so weak? He doesn't deserve her. He should give her up to Touya; he’s strong and smart, not weak like he is. But then Y/N pulls his face away from her chest and kisses him. It’s rough and passionate and the best thing he’s ever felt, besides her warm wet pussy, of course.
When he cums, he cums hard. His cock was made for breeding so it squirts out more cum than humanly possible. It takes mere seconds for it to start gushing out of her, seeping deep into her womb. There’s no doubt she’s pregnant; Y/N never planned to have sex at this point in her life, so she was on absolutely no form of birth control.
Even if she had used a condom, Tomura’s thorny cock would have poked right through it. His cum would’ve somehow breached her IUD, and it was sure to be one hundred times more potent than human cum and no chemical could’ve stopped it. They're both aching when Touya finally fills Tomura’s tight, no longer virgin, asshole. Thankfully it makes it easier for Touya to slide out of him without either ripping Tomura’s asshole or having Tomura’s asshole pull his cock right off.
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Touya is surprisingly good with his aftercare. And it looks like he came prepared as well.
Touya takes his sweet time gently putting hybrid injury cream around his ass. There's nothing of course he could do about the inside besides giving Tomura some anti-inflammatory medicine and blood stoppers. All wrapped inside of a pill pocket, the brat.
And despite his so-called love for Y/N, Tomura still kept up the attitude. When Touya moved onto Y/N, slowly caressing her cunt and making sure she was okay, taking care of her and wiping her clean of cum, Tomura would throw a fit and say he wanted attention.
Don't get him wrong, he was worried for his mommy. He didn't know what the white stuff leaking out of her was or what the white stuff that'd been leaking out of him was- he just knew it felt good. But he recognized bruises from his own hands, his claws digging into her from when he orgasmed.
But he wanted attention too! What about him?! Why did mommy get all the attention? It was like he had completely forgotten the attention that had been on him for a while. He meowed over and over, tugging on Touya’s arm.
“Master,” he whines, “What about me?”
“Shh,” Touya says, “We need to take care of mommy too, Tomura.”
“But-” he starts.
“No buts unless you want me to spank yours,” Touya warns.
Tomura opens and closes his mouth, deciding he’d rather not have his ass beat red. He still whines, though, putting his head on Y/N’s chest, so he never left his master’s line of sight. When Touya pushes his head away, he mewls over and over, crying out for his master. Claiming that “You don’t care about me, Master!”
Touya silences him with a kiss on the forehead and the lips, and that satiates him...for a while until he’s pawing at Touya again, whining and whimpering. However, when Y/N is the one to try and silence him, he shuts up immediately. You never tell him to be quiet; you always tell him how much you love his voice.
So he curls into you and kisses your neck, telling you that you're the best mommy in the world. You can only smile and nod, letting Touya apply ointment to your wounds. Tomura has never felt like this before, not just from his orgasm but being cared for by two people. Of course, Y/N cared for him well, maybe too well. She spoiled him beyond belief. He got away with pissing on the couch for months. He got whatever food he wanted whenever he wanted. You even let him eat at the dinner table though he was NOT supposed to.
Touya fixed all of that. He disciplined Tomura, shoving him in a diaper until he begged and cried to be good, and he was...until Touya went home. Touya also put him on a diet that was healthier for his sensitive stomach. Lastly he made it very clear to her that Tomura will only be eating out of his bowls on the floor, much to Tomura’s disappointment.
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Despite it all, they end up together. All of them. Mommy and Master and cute little Tomura at the center. Maybe he would’ve stopped acting up but he didn’t. He just wanted both of them more- and both of them together. So he makes mommy call Touya for no reason or forces her to, pissing and shitting wherever he could, even vomiting.
Even things that didn’t need to be fixed- they called Touya. And of course, Touya always sets Tomura straight. He’d shove Tomura in a kennel for hours, and force Y/N to watch, to discipline him for calling him over, sometimes even himself if he got ahold of the house phone, and Y/N to get her to stop spoiling Tomura.
And of course, Tomura would yowl and cry that nobody loved him, making painful noises that would cause suffering to any normal human’s heart (at least, Y/N would argue that). He would piss himself even more, and even shit on the blankets to try and get the smell to let him out. Touya however, only pissed on Tomura when he pissed in the kennel, and sprayed air freshener when he shit. Maybe it was something that he wanted himself.
Y/N, of course, would always let him out when he let out a particularly miserable noise. She washed the disgusting blankets at night when she was supposed to be asleep and cleaned him up through the bars of his cage. Whenever Touya caught her, he was furious. It took only minutes for her to be squished in the cage besides Tomura, praying he didn't decide to make any messes.
She comforted him, reminding Tomura that Touya would provide wonderful aftercare for the bruises and indents the cage gave them. When Touya fed them through the bars it was especially humiliating, making sure to spill or smear at least some of it on both Y/N and Tomura. But Tomura was happy to clean you up with his cute pink tongue, and that never failed to make her giggle.
Despite the punishments and the spoiling he loves his mommy and master equally! They were so good to him! Dogs can be a man’s best friend, but what best resembles a lover? The cute little kitty cat in the middle of mommy and master.
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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years
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would you write a lil about Frank and Ari's relationship? they were doing kinda fine when Frank and Mary came from Florida to stay with him. I know Frank did this Horrible thing.. and Ari is forgiving him.. thats okay.. but are they cordial enough to be see each other sometimes may be on Holidays? and Now their Kids are getting married, they are gonna be family in a different way altogether. So yeah.
They were doing decent. Ari had heard more from Frank the abuse that Andy unleashed on Frank. But even still Ari held a lot of resentment towards Frank. He doesn't fully understand why Kitten can forgive him the way that she did. Which, she did it for Iris. Her and Frank aren’t best friends or anything, they have an understanding. Let's not look at Arleigh and Beau getting married, but look at instead when it was the tipping point for Ari.
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The Three of You Together
Summary: Ari and Frank get into an argument
Pairings: Ari Levinson X Frank Adler
Rating: sad Ari
Warnings: mentions of a throuple, slight homophobia, mentions of abuse to Kitten, mentions of rape, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 600
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"What do you mean you don't believe in it? It's my fucking relationship, and I believe it," Ari is fuming looking at his little brother who only sits there shaking his head. You standing almost behind Ari, and he pushes you even further back. His full body blocking you from Frank.
"You're both sharing the same woman and acting like it's love," Ari takes one calculated step towards Frank, and you're made fully aware of how much larger he is than Frank.
"You're such a fucking hypocrite," he calmly whispers to him. The timbre of his voice almost scaring you. "At least she knows who she has in the bed with her. How many times did you fuck your brother's wife, and she thought it was really Andy."
"I wasn't abusing her!"
Ari's eyes rake all over Frank's face in disgust. Everything about this situation has set him on edge, and he's beyond pissed. Confused as to why this was Frank's only argument. "That's the only thing you had on Andy. But, you were abusing her. You were raping her because she thought you were Andy."
"So you're...you're gay?" Ari scoffs looking at Frank, knowing he doesn't owe him anything. "So you're just using her. I see."
"I love her. We love her and each other. I don't expect you to understand. Our relationship is our business. I didn't come here to make you understand. We came here to tell you bye, and it was useless. You know your twin's ex-wife, she approves, and loves our future wife. The one that knows who she's in bed with. But you wouldn't understand. Sit here and fucking mope about a woman you abused, who was always going to fall for Ransom, and I'm going to live my life with the two people who mean the most to me."
Ari doesn't say another word, just grabs your hand to walk away. you feel his tenseness flowing through him in the hand that he's holding of yours. His grip a bit tighter, and you know when he hands you the keys to the truck, he's not okay. Already texting Curtis that your daddy needs some serious petting. Your hand holds onto him the whole drive home. Arriving at the same time at Curtis.
You both see Ari's frustration and his hurt. Curtis had warned you it wouldn't go well. Mentioned how it was going to bring up a lot of questions for Frank, that Ari wasn't ready to deal with. The two of you lead Ari into the bedroom, and he starts to protest, "No, baby, let us take care of you."
"I don't..."
"Shh..." you know that sex isn't what he needs right now. He just needs to be shown how much he is loved. Show him how importan he is to the both of you. So when Curtis settles on the bed, waiting for Ari to crawl in between his thighs, just so you can straddle him, your legs resting on the both of them. Curtis gives Ari a slow and soft massage, while your hands just pet up and down his arms, whispering soft praises to him, "No matter what anyone says, you're perfect for us. We're going to have us a cute little house full of our own cubs. There's no one better for us than Ari Levinson. We love you both baby. Come 'ere."
Your voice trails off when those sad tears finally break through. Ari buries his face in your chest, and you just allow him to get through his tears. The two of you coaxing your sweet boy through his heartbreak. Always the three of you together.
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☆ genre: fluff
☆ pairing: hwang yeji x reader
☆ summary: it’s the day of your first art exhibition and yeji isn’t there to hold your hand
☆ word count: 1.8k
Your fork clattered onto your plate, your hand trembling as you took in the news that your girlfriend, Yeji, wouldn’t be able to make it to your art exhibition tomorrow. You had been so excited and proud to share your artwork with her, having spent a long time on the specific piece being displayed. The display that she would never see.
She stared at you with eyes full of sadness, moving to take your hand in hers. You were still frozen, your lips shaking as you tried to stop the oncoming tears that were making their way to the corners of your eyes.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I really did everything I could, but we are just so close to our comeback that I can’t miss anything.” Yeji’s voice was soft, almost as if she was afraid you might break if she raised her tone. You squeezed your eyes shut, begging yourself to get a grip on your emotions. You needed to calm down, afterall this really wasn’t that big of a deal.
“No…. No, it’s fine. I promise. Sorry, I guess it’s just been a weird day.” That was a lie. Your day had actually been really good (up until now), but Yeji didn’t need to know that. If lying was what it took for her to feel a little less guilty about the situation, then you would lie until the sun began to rise in the morning.
“Will you take pictures? I still want to see everything, and I want to hear about everything. I promise, the minute I come home, I’m all yours,” Yeji said, giving you the smile that always managed to warm your heart and bring you a little bit of solace. 
“Won’t you be tired from practice?”
“Too tired for my beautifully talented partner? Never.” You giggled weakly at that comment, feeling a small smile make its way onto your face. You were still upset, still cursing the fact that you couldn’t have Yeji there for something so important, but you knew that she meant every word she said about staying up to listen to you recall your experience.
“Okay. I love you.” Yeji lifted your hand and pressed the smallest kiss onto the back of it. You felt your face heat up as she smiled at you, continuing to hold your hand while grabbing her silverware with the other one, determined to give you comfort in her touch, even if it was only the smallest sliver of happiness.
The next morning, after a quick breakfast with Yeji, she headed off to do some outfit fittings while you headed out to do last minute checks on your art before it was taken to the small gallery the event was taking place at. Your teacher was already waiting in the classroom, your canvas sitting on an easel.
You took one last look at the piece in front of you, of the watercolors that splashed together on the canvas to create the perfect image, before you let the black cloth drop over it. Your teacher gave you a smile as she patted you on the back.
“It’s going to look great at the exhibit tonight, Y/N. Just you wait,” she reassured. You gave her a soft smile, though you couldn’t get rid of the pit that sat in your stomach. After all, the one person who you wanted to see the piece most wouldn’t be able to make it.
You knew that it wasn’t Yeji’s fault; that it was the price that you paid for dating an idol. You would simply have to get used to the fact that she wouldn’t be available all the time, and that you would simply have to do certain things alone, even if you wanted nothing more than to hold her hand while doing them.
Upon leaving your classroom, you headed straight to your apartment. As much as you would have loved to sit and mope around til the time came for the exhibit, you knew that getting ready would take much longer than you wanted. Afterall, this wasn’t a simple class gathering, this was a public art exhibition, and you wanted to look your best for the masses.
After showering and spending about half an hour wrapped in a towel looking at your phone, you finally decided to get ready. You sent a quick text to Yeji, wishing her luck on their practice tonight, before throwing your phone gently onto your bed and focusing on getting yourself presentable.
It wasn’t until you were on the way to the exhibit that the nerves began to set in. This was your first time showing art to such a big group of people, and you hoped that they would find it as beautiful as you did. Despite the reassurance from Yeji and your teacher prior to this moment, you still found your finger nervously tapping the steering wheel as you tried to get your heart to stop pounding.
This was right about the time that you would have loved to have Yeji’s hand to hold, to squeeze, to ground you and let you know that everything was okay. But unfortunately, it was just you.
Your anxiety only worsened as you walked into the gallery. It wasn’t your first time here, and you usually loved visiting, but for some reason you couldn’t find it in you to step into the gallery knowing that your art was on the wall, waiting to be seen and critiqued.
You squeezed your eyes and pretended that Yeji was beside you, calming you down. You imagined her hand gently rubbing circles on your back, and it felt so real that you almost got chills as her hands moved from your back down to your hands. You could practically feel the weight of her palm in yours, and you squeezed lightly. You felt your eyes shoot open in surprise as her hand squeezed back, except it was too real to be just in your head.
You turned your head quickly, your breath catching as Yeji smiled from beside you. She looked gorgeous, in a simple skirt and a nice blouse, but she looked so much more magical to you. Your mouth opened in surprise as she smiled giddily at you, pulling you into her embrace. In no time, your hands were wrapped around her petite waist, holding her close as you felt the urge to cry again, this time with happiness. 
“I thought you said that you couldn’t make it,” you said, pulling back to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Her laugh filled your ears and you were certain that, no you weren’t dreaming, you were just dating the most perfect girl to ever exist.
“I managed to talk my way out of practice. I owe our choreographer dinner, but it was more than worth it to be here.”
“But, you shouldn’t miss practice! Your comeback is soon and this is something so small, it really doesn’t matter that much.” Your voice trailed off as Yeji squeezed your hands again. You looked at her, your heart melting at the soft smile that was on her face, along with the look of complete adoration in her eyes.
“But it matters to you. If it matters to you, then it is the most important thing in the world. I know that you were looking forward to showing me your art, and you support me all the time, it’s my job to do the same for you,” she explained, her voice warm and steady. Your arguments died in your throat as you let your joy spread to your face, a smile breaking onto your features. You hugged her again, quicker this time, before pulling her into the exhibit.
You walked around, observing the art and talking about the different artists and techniques used, until finally you came to your piece. Yeji let go of your hand, her eyes wide as she walked closer to it, as if in a trance, while you watched from the sidelines with a smile on your face.
Splashes of neutral colors were painted onto the canvas, the watercolor causing the paint to flow from one color to the other. A large tree stood in the background, the brown standing out against the black and gray night sky. Warm white lights were painting along the branches of the tree, the watercolor allowing them to look as though they were truly glowing steady and bright. In the middle of it all was a beautiful girl, your muse. She looked off into the distance, her sweater pulled up above her palms as she held them to her face for warmth. Her brown hair flowed around her shoulders, perfectly messy in the way that only the girl could pull off.
To anyone else, the painting might have looked simple: a girl by a tree at night. But Yeji instantly recognized the photo. It was one of your favorite photos that you had taken a few months into your relationship with Yeji. You had it as your phone wallpaper, and you always gushed about how the picture captured Yeji’s subtle beauty in the best way; you even said this was the night that you knew you truly and wholeheartedly loved Yeji.
Yeji turned to you, tears in her eyes as she looked back at the portrait, and then back at you. She rushed to you, pressing her lips to yours as she tried to convey all the love that she held for you. You kissed back, your own way of letting her know that you loved her too, and that this picture was just one way of how you showed that.
When she pulled away, she was giggling happily, a single tear streaking down her skin. You brushed it away with your thumb, smiling at her fondly.
“It’s me. You painted me,” Yeji said, her voice trembling as she smiled that smile that made her look just like a little kitten. You kissed her nose, nodding as you pulled back.
“Of course I did. You’re a work of art. I’m glad you think I captured your essence. I was worried you’d think I didn’t do you justice.” Yeji scoffed at your statement, rolling her eyes playfully.
“Didn’t do me justice? Y/N, you’ve painted me like an angel. You’ve done me the most justice than anyone could ever do,” she rambled, which caused you to laugh. She turned back to look it over again, before pulling out her phone to take a picture. Soon, she was typing away furiously, a mischievous smirk on her face. You raised an eyebrow as she tucked her phone back into her purse, a satisfied grin replacing the smirk as she took your hand again.
“What did you do?”
“I sent it to the Itzy groupchat. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t rub it in their faces that my partner made a masterpiece of me?” You laughed at her statement as she chuckled along with you.
“Now come on, I want to see the other art. Though, I doubt anything is gonna top yours.” You rolled your eyes softly, but couldn’t help but smile as she pulled you along gently, her hand in yours. 
Just the way it was meant to be.
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coffee-and-quill · 3 years
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Birthday Wishes Pt. 2
Stucky x Reader: You have been feeling neglected lately, but Bucky and Steve promised they would be there for your birthday. When they don’t show up, you are left feeling broken, and they are left wondering how they will every make it up to you
Authors Note: It took a long time to figure out how I wanted to end this. Relationships are hard, they are constant work and give/take. It takes communication and understanding for all parties to feel heard and loved. I hope y’all enjoy, and please let me know if there’s anything else you would like to see from me!
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It had been three weeks since Steve had seen you, talked to you, held you in his arms. Three weeks of radio silence, and it was killing him. He and Bucky had gone to your parent’s house the morning after they discovered you were missing. As if they weren’t feeling awful enough, the icy look your mother had given them so different from the warm, caring smile they were used to, sent shockwaves through their chests. Steve had begged to talk to you, but your mother had told them that you had left early that morning. You were going somewhere they couldn’t find you or bother you. When Bucky had tried to get more information, she had slammed the door in their faces.
              It took two more days of searching and desperation to figure out that Tony had helped you go completely off grid. “It’s not my place to tell you where she is, you shouldn’t have fucked up this bad,” the billionaire had told them when they tried to force your location out of him. He wasn’t wrong, and that set a heavy weight on their chests like nothing they had never felt before.
              Steve tried to go back to work, but every time he tried to buckle down and focus, or to accept a mission, he thought of your face. What if you wanted to talk to them? What if you came back and he was so caught up in his work again that he lost you for good? He might have already lost you, and the thought alone was enough to bring him to his knees gasping for breath. He felt small, smaller than he’d ever felt in his life. He would take being a sickly, scrawny kid in the 40s over these feelings any day. It got to the point where Fury told him to go home and not come back until his head was in the game again. “At this rate,” the director had grumbled, “You’re likely to get yourself or someone else seriously hurt if you continue as you are.” Steve didn’t argue. Instead, he slumped home, collapsed on the couch, and sobbed. Pain and heartbreak were the only things he knew anymore.
              Bucky was no better. After the acceptance that there was no finding you until you wanted to be found, the former assassin completely shut down. He barely ate and never slept anymore. How could he when there was the constant reminder that you were no longer in his life, no longer snuggled safely between Steve and him. The nightmares came back full force. He had almost forgotten what it was like to wake up screaming in a cold sweat. Now, instead of visuals of Hydra and the chair, and the blood and death that followed him like a storm, he had nightmare of you telling him you were done with him. You told him with a stone face that you’d never loved him, that you could never love a murderer, and you left with him begging and screaming on the floor. During the day he stayed in bed. He felt useless and weak, so, so weak. He was used to suffering, used to the constant weight of guilt on his chest. But this, this feeling, this guilt was far worse. People are constantly telling him that his actions as the Winter Soldier were not his fault, but this was all on him. There was no scapegoat, no evil organizations pulling the strings, no excuses, no one else to blame but himself. He was the reason you were gone, and it was destroying him.
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                Three weeks, and you were feeling like absolute shit. You barely slept, ate only what you could unwrap in seconds, and you’re pretty sure you haven’t showered in at least a week. You couldn’t tell what day it was; time seemed to slip and slide together in a meaningless fuzz in your mind. Most days found you on the small couch of the cabin Tony had so graciously offered you, the TV on a low hum in the background playing some sort of celebrity reality program. Not that you really cared. Nothing really held your interest for long anyway. Your thoughts were stuck back in your apartment with your boys. You kept replaying the better times over and over, trying to figure out where you went wrong.
Back when you first got together, Steve and Bucky had been so sweet, so shy when bringing up the idea, so afraid that you would turn them away and they would lose the best thing that had happened to them since they were reunited. When you told them you wanted to give it a try, they had been ecstatic. Their excitement was infectious, buzzing around you like two overenergized puppies who had just been given the best treats of their lives. Those first few months had been blissful, none of you willing to be parted from the other longer than a day or so. You went on dates, ate crappy Chinese food together, snuggled up to each other on the cold nights.
You were crying again thinking about those times. You missed being with your boys more than ever, missed the connection and the feeling of safety and security. You missed the two people who knew you better than you could ever know yourself. You had been stuck on a loop for the past three weeks. Where did it go wrong? When did it happen and how did you not notice? Was it you? God, if you could only talk to them. You had so many questions, so many concerns. Mostly, however, you just wanted a hug. You just wanted to be held between your Stevie and your Bucky and you wanted to feel loved.
It had been around midday, after shoving down a lukewarm hot pocket, that you heard the front door of the cabin click open.
“Damn,” came the snarky voice of Tony Stark, “You look worse than I did after that one Easter party I threw.” Even through the fog in your brain, you couldn’t help but smile.
“That was your own fault, Stark,” you sassed, “Who the hell takes that many tequila shots at a brunch party?”
The billionaire scoffed. “Obviously you have no sense of danger, babe.” You flipped him the finger. “So,” he said, lifting your feet up so he could make himself comfortable on the cushy couch, “It’s obvious to me and to literally everyone else that something went on between you and the two super stooges back home. And by the way they have been moping around the tower and by the grease buildup in Barnes’ hair, they are fairing about as well as you.”
Your ears perked up at the information. You should feel satisfied that Steve and Bucky were feeling miserable for what they did. You should feel relieved that they are getting a taste of what they put you through. Instead, you just felt your heart sink into your stomach. No matter how angry you were at them, you could never stand the thought of them in pain.
“I’m not saying the two don’t deserve it,” Tony continued, “I’m just saying that if your going to make them suffer, at least do it in a way that you aren’t suffering as well.”
“I don’t want to make them suffer,” came you soft reply.
“No?”
“I was hurt.” The tears that had been gathering in your eye dripped down your face at your watery tone. “I was hurt, and angry, and I just felt like I had to run to escape those feelings, so I came here. But the longer I stayed, the less hurt and angry I felt. And then the sadness and loneliness came and I felt like I was drowning, and all I wanted was to be back with them. But I had already stayed away for so long. What if they don’t want me anymore? Or they think we can fix things? What if they realize they aren’t willing to try, Tony? I don’t think I could handle that.”
Tony scrubbed his hand over his face and let out a huge breath. “I can’t answer those questions for you, sweetheart. Lord knows if I could take the pain away, I would. But nothing is going to happen with you sitting here and refusing to talk to them.” You nodded, knowing that what he was saying was logical. You couldn’t solve anything by sitting around and moping, and lord knows you won’t solve anything by running away.
You took a deep breath “Ok. I’m ready to come home.”
“Good.” Tony stood up and adjusted his suit. “Because honestly, the boys have start loitering outside my lab looking like a couple of drowned kittens, and it’s depressing everyone.” He held out his hand for you, which you graciously took, standing and hissing out your cramped muscles. Tony took one step towards the door before stopping suddenly and turning back. “Maybe you should shower first. You stink like that casserole Clint tried to make for dinner that one time.”
Tony barely dodged the chipped mug thrown at his head.
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                When you showed up to the apartment you shared with Bucky and Steve, your nerves had been on fire. Steve had opened the door looking he hadn’t slept since you had seen him last. His eyes widened and his arms twitched towards you instinctively, wanting to wrap you in in them and never let go. He held himself back, though it left a deep ache in his chest to do so. You wanted nothing more to go to him, to card you fingers through his hair and reassure him that everything was fine, that you were here and you would never leave again. You had to clutch the straps of your bag until your knuckles were white to stop yourself.
              “We need to talk.” Your voice was small, fragile. You wanted to run and hide all over again, but you knew this needed to be done. Steve nodded jerkily, widening the door to allow you to enter. Visually, everything looked the same; the couch was in the living room, blankets thrown haphazardly across the back, and the table sat in the kitchen with its three mismatched chairs and well-loved surface. However, as you moved further into the space, you noticed a staleness to the air that hadn’t been there before. It wasn’t a home anymore, and the thought made you frown deeply.
              Steve closed the door softly behind you. “I’ll go get Bucky,” he murmured, and you shivered. God help you, you were so in love with these men. Even tired and beat down, Steve’s voice still had an effect on you. It reminded you of soft kisses over bare skin in the early morning hours before the rest of the world was awake, of tender love and honey sweet words spoken between breathy moans.
              You pushed the memory to the back of your mind as Steve reentered, Bucky following close behind. You felt your breath catch at his appearance. He looked broken. Dark circles fell under lightless eyes, the grief and despair that sat heavy on his shoulders was visible in the hunch he wore, as if he was being physically crushed by its weight. You could have honestly cried if it were a different situation.
              At the sight of you standing in the living room, he cracked a smile that looked almost painful. “Hey, Doll. I missed you,” he rasped. Hi voice was scratchy and rough from crying. Despite the somber tension that hung in the room like mist, you felt a sense of peace wash over you at the presence of your boys. Despite your nerves, despite your fears and reservations, you smiled at them. The tension melted from Bucky and Steve’s shoulders, and you knew everything would be okay. You could do this.
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                The three of you spent hours talking. You told them everything: your fear of being left behind and forgotten, your frustrations with always feeling second place to the duties as avengers, the anger of that night and the emotions of the last three weeks. In turn, they shared their guilt and frustration at their own actions. They told you how they felt that being avengers was the only thing they could do to help people, it was the only thing they knew, and they had been scared to deviate from that routine, even when it had started pushing you away. They shared the fear they felt at finding you gone, and the terror and grief that had set in when they realized you might not come back and that was it for the three of you. Finally, they shared their confession that nothing they had done or would ever do as avengers would be more important than you. They wanted to change, to get better. They wanted to do it for you.
              What started as you sitting across from them quickly transitioned into the three of you cuddled together on the couch, seemingly one entity. Weeks of no contact had starved the boys of your touch, and they couldn’t remove themselves from you if they wanted to. Bucky lay across you legs with his head in your lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. You hand was tangled in his hair, massaging the base of his skull. Your other hand was gripped tightly in Steve’s as you leaned back into his broad chest. His blond head rested comfortably on your shoulder, turned inward to whisper his apologies into the exposed skin of your neck. Every once and a while he would leave a lingering kiss there, the skin tingling nonstop from the feel of his lips. You felt more relaxed than you had in weeks. That night you fell asleep in your bed, bracketed by the two most important people in your life. You would be okay.
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regret for abimel :)
regret
on eating your words
Mel tossed and she turned, but no amount of moving seemed to force her into a comfortable position. All she could see in her head was Abigael’s face, her eyes after she had left her alone with herself. She wasn’t one to be thinking about a girl late at night. It wasn’t like that. She was worried. She knew she couldn’t do anything now. But as the sheets twisted around her legs and the mattress grew almost unbearably warm with friction, Mel couldn’t bring herself to stop.
Eventually, Mel took her phone off the bedside table and typed out a quick text with shaking fingers. She sent it before she could think better of it.
mel: hey. are you awake?
The response came within about thirty seconds.
abi: don’t you have a girlfriend?
Mel immediately did what most comments by Abigael prompted her to do, which was roll her eyes.
mel: it’s not that kind of you up? text.
abi: ah
mel: i wanted to check on you again.
abi: i’m just dandy.
mel: no one ever says “dandy” and means it.
abi: more words of wisdom from a charmed one, i see.
mel: you’re deflecting.
The next texts took slightly longer to come through.
abi: perhaps i am.
abi: do you care?
Mel thought back to Abigael sitting in her living room. Admit it, you care about me. She’d responded with only derision. But now...
mel: of course i do.
mel: i texted you first, didn’t i?
abi: i suppose you did.
abi: here’s the truth. i just woke from another attack from my demon form, and i’m quite shaken up and exhausted.
Mel’s fingers paused over her keyboard.
abi: i feel like much of my time is spent fighting for my life.
mel: i’m sorry.
abi: i’ll probably be dead within the week. not sure sorry really cuts it.
Mel smiled to herself at the callback to early on in their relationship, when they’d escaped the dungeons in Abigael’s own house.
mel: fair. which is why i wanted to apologize again.
abi: for what?
mel: i still feel guilty for calling you irredeemable.
Abigael’s typing bubble disappeared for two solid minutes, and Mel was afraid she’d lost her for the night before her phone started pinging again.
abi: so being a good person means feeling guilt for things you’ve already apologized for. got it, professor.
abi: i’m taking notes. see my pen?
abi: 🖌
abi: what the bloody fuck is that thing?
Mel cracked up.
mel: i think it’s meant to be a paintbrush.
abi: i hate emoticons. i was trying to be witty and i end up looking like a damned fool.
mel: i thought it was funny.
abi: anyways, i accept your apology, so you don’t have to go about moping, judas.
abi: it wears on a pretty face to live with regret.
Mel felt her face warm and ears tingle despite herself.
mel: you calling me pretty?
abi: that was not the most important part of that sentence.
mel: i’m holding this over you forever.
abi: why this and not what i said in the tomb?
Now it was Mel’s turn to pause. She hadn’t expected Abigael to ever bring it up.
mel: i didn’t want to push you to talk about it. you didn’t want to say it in the first place.
abi: perhaps not saying it would have been a regret i’d be unable to live with.
mel: i feel like this is a conversation that we should have in person.
abi: you may be right.
Not ten seconds after the text came through, smoke began to stream through Mel’s cracked-open window, and Mel yelped and pulled the sheet up to her chest. The smoke coalesced into a snickering Abigael.
“So scandalous of you. Aren’t you wearing clothes?”
After a second spent debating with herself, Mel dropped the sheet to reveal her pajama set, printed with smiling kittens. “See something you like?”
“Yes, very much.” Abigael’s tired hazel eyes roved over Mel. She herself was wearing a t-shirt, Mel’s t-shirt that she’d borrowed when she’d stayed that one time, and a pair of red silk pajama pants. “Designer?” Abigael joked.
“Walmart,” said Mel. “I mean, technically someone has to design them.”
“I never really thought of it that way before,” said Abigael. She stood awkwardly in the corner, for a moment, seemingly not knowing what to do, waiting for Mel to say something.
Mel reached out and patted the end of the bed. “You should be able to sit here without the allergy acting up.”
Abigael went to sit there, and for the first time in a while she seemed to relax. Unlike she had seemed in the Tomb- on the surface, poised, but underneath, on high alert- now she seemed genuinely calmer. “Thank you,” she said. Mel sensed she didn’t just mean it about the place to sit.
They didn’t speak for a while. Mel didn’t want to push her, so she just propped herself up on her pillows and waited while Abigael fidgeted. She wanted to reach out and touch her shoulder. She was used to wanting, but not like this, not with her.
“All in all, I’m glad Maggie had the wisdom to use the serum on me,” Abigael said finally. “I had let myself be tormented by my past regrets far too long. And that includes hiding that, yes, I do care about you, much more than I feel is appropriate for the kind of relationship we have.”
“And what even is ‘appropriate’?” asked Mel.
“Associates. Even friends, perhaps.” Abigael met her gaze. “Definitely not someone I’d willingly give my life protecting.” Mel suddenly found it difficult to breathe. “And that’s not just because I apparently hate myself.”
“Abi,” chastised Mel.
“Look at me.” Abigael gestured to her rumpled clothes, the bags under her eyes. “I’m allowed to make jokes.”
“Fair.”
“And make no mistake, I expect nothing from you,” said Abigael. She had the sheets in her hands and was twisting them between her fingers like Mel’s legs had before. “I know part of being good is sometimes giving without getting in return, and this I have no problem with. I know you will never return how I feel about you. But it is a victory for me to even say it aloud. That, at least, is something I will never regret.”
Mel ached to tell her how wrong she was. Instead, what came out was “stay here tonight.”
Abigael looked to her. “Hm?”
“Stay here, and sleep. I’ll protect you,” said Mel.
Abigael opened her mouth to protest, but she seemed to grasp that this was Mel, in her own way, telling her how she felt, and her eyes softened. “I suppose I could try.”
So that was how Mel slept, soundly, with Abigael curled up at the end of the bed, and by the morning, Abigael had not disappeared like she normally did.
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jaskierswolf · 3 years
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Would you be willing to write some competent Jaskier rescuing Geralt? Your nightingale fic inspired this, so maybe Geralt gets shrunk, or turned into a not-wolf animal? I love your writing!
I am soooo sorry. This totally took me 2 months to get to. (This is my nightingale fic for reference but this is not set in the same verse)
Geraskier - 974 words
Warnings: Umm? None? Geralt gets turned into a kitten. It’s pretty tame.
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Jaskier wasn’t panicking. Why would he panic? There was no need to panic. Geralt had just gone to fight off some drowners; a contract he’d taken a dozen times since Jaskier had known him. Geralt could take down drowners in his sleep.
So why wasn’t he back yet?
The first night Jaskier had just assumed the drowner nest was further away than they’d been led to believe. The second night he’d stayed up until dawn when he’d passed out still seated at the table downstairs; still no Geralt. It was now the third night and Jaskier was… well he was maybe sort of panicking, but what could he do? He was just a bard.
He chewed his lip as he spotted his dagger lying on the dresser, sparkling in the light of the moon. He’d never used it, he could, but he didn’t. He’d been trained thoroughly as a young heir of Lettenhove, but he was a romantic, a musician, a poet… he didn’t want to fight.
But if Geralt was in danger then he couldn’t just sit here and mope. He had to help. He had to do something! He licked his lips as he swiped the dagger from the table, strapping the holster around his waist. He stormed out the inn under the cover of night, not caring about the odd looks he got from the innkeeper. He was off to find his witcher.
He wasn’t very good at tracking but he figured his best bet was to travel to the river, where the drowner nest had supposedly been. When he got there he cursed all the gods he knew. Geralt’s silver sword was lying on the ground along with his satchel of potions. There was no way Geralt would have left those behind willingly. There was no sign of his steel sword so Jaskier kept moving, praying that he was going in the right direction. He found Geralt’s steel sword in a herb garden outside a nearby cottage, the runes glowing in the dark.
He ran over to collect the second sword. His heart clenched in his chest. Something was very wrong, and he had no idea how to fix it. Gods, what was he going to do? It was usually Geralt saving him in these situations, not the other way round.
A small meow drew his attention. Jaskier looked down at his feet. A snowy white kitten was rubbing at his ankles, weaving between his legs. The kitten looked up at him was large yellow eyes and Jaskier had to cover his mouth to stop the manic giggle.
“Oh Geralt, what have you done?” He asked the little kitten, picking him up by the scruff of his neck, ignoring the hisses. Geralt tried to scratch at him but Jaskier cradled him in his arms, cooing at the cute little darling, until Geralt bit him. “Ow! Oi what was that for?”
Geralt meowed, flicking his tiny little tail angrily.
“Oh fine, be like that. Where’s your medallion? I have your swords and potions but I can’t see any clothes.”
Geralt nuzzled against his hand and meowed. Jaskier frowned and chewed on his lip. He was used to translating Geralt’s hums and grunts but this was new.
“Umm…right. Yeah, no, I am going to need more than that, my dear,” Jaskier sighed, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. “Yes or no questions then, come on Jask. It’ll be like those games at Oxenfurt,” he stuck his tongue out as he concentrated, trying to get his thoughts in order long enough to fix this. “Did your medallion change with you?”
Geralt nodded.
“And clothes too?”
Geralt nodded again.
“Cursed?”
Geralt shook his head, glancing towards the little cottage.
Jaskier tucked Geralt into the front of his doublet. Geralt hissed but Jaskier just scratched the little kitten behind the ears until he managed to coax out a gentle purr. “There we go,” he breathed. “it’s easier to carry you like this. Stay put.”
Geralt half purred and half meowed but settled down, nuzzling against Jaskier’s chest. Jaskier smiled fondly down at his witcher before heading inside the cottage. Geralt hissed at him whenever he got further away from whatever had caused his predicament, or at least that was how Jaskier interpreted it, really he was just guessing. Eventually Jaskier’s fingers brushed over a dusty old velvet bag. Geralt meowed loudly and Jaskier picked the bag up, peering inside, but it was empty.
“What was in here? No shit, wait… was it a potion?” Geralt hissed, and kept hissing until Jaskier guessed some kind of magic dust. He frowned, kissing the kitten on the head without really realising. “Magic dust, really?”
Geralt meowed loudly.
“Soo….” Jaskier drawled “a trip to see Yennefer?”
Geralt nodded, wide yellow eyes blinking up at him. Jaskier booped Geralt’s tiny little kitten nose with a laugh, pulling away before Geralt could bite his finger. He gathered up Geralt’s belongings, the duel swords heavy on his back. Yennefer would love this, once she stopped being all haughty sorceress. She’d gotten far too used to the troubles Jaskier and Geralt found themselves in over the years. It had almost become routine. She’d roll her eyes, and ignore them for a few hours, muttering that she wasn’t at their beck and call, before helping them anyway just so she could tease them about it for the rest of the evening.
Jaskier chuckled, whilst he had his differences with Yennefer, he had to admit that she wasn’t all that bad. They were almost friends… almost. Geralt’s purring grew louder on his chest as they neared the inn. He glanced down at the bundle of white fur, squeaking as he noticed the witcher had fallen asleep. He almost wished Geralt could stay like this forever. He was just too cute!
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