#but today she finally jumped. like a real cat!!

[tenspontaneite]

Everyone congratulate Kia for finally figuring out that if you want lap cuddles it's possible to jump into said lap instead of roaming around yelling until you're picked up

#my cats #kiadanta #i love her so much and she is so so stupid #she had a phase of climbing the back of my desk chair and trying to climb over my shoulder and front into lap #because just jumping into my lap instead seemed beyond her #and even then she couldnt figure out how to do the descent #she'd just hang there sadly perched on the head rest until i reached over my head to manhandle her into my lap #but today she finally jumped. like a real cat!! #hopefully she remembers this success for tomorrow's cuddle #she knows she likes lap cuddles at the desk and actively seeks them out #she specifically likes to lay with her head propped up on my arm and her paw slung over my hand or wrist #and i think that's wonderful

[ansel-rae562]

The new Doorman

[Doppleganger!Milkman x Reader]

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{Author's note: So I accidentally made a promise to a bunch of people in tiktok so here I deliver you a smut, please note this is my first writing one since I'm more into Angst and I also made this gender neutral as I can so yeah.. Enjoy!}

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First day of Job being a doorman! finally you found a job, looking for one is a bit hard. And this is quite a high pay so why not but this one involves dealing with doppleganger's which is kinda dangerous but the D.D.D assured you that you'll be safe as long as you stay in your office.

After you watched the introductory film explaining about how the job works, you opened the metal window and saw the D.D.D personel

"Welcome and congratulations on your new Job! Remember you have to watch out carefully for the doppleganger's. There are times that the neighbors are not on the list, check their ID's closely and their appearance's as well, or else you and the others may end up dead.. That's all you may continue"

The personnel left and you decided to check the today's list

"Okayy.... So here will be the expected people..."

Izaack Gauss

Mia Stone

Albertsky Peachman

Elenois Sverchtz

Francis Mosses

Anastasia Mikaelys

"Wow... Uhuh that's quite alot....but nothing I can handle"

A few minutes later a person came "Good morning, I see you're a new doorman" The woman said as she handed in her ID "Good morning and Yes I am ma'am" You greeted then looked at her ID 'Gloria Schmicht'.... "Uh ma'am? May I ask why are you not in today's list?" You asked "Oh It's cause my mother had an emergency and I had to be there" After checking all the files and seeing almost no anomalies you called the apartment just in case and found out that the wife is actually home "Sorry nope, bye" you said immediately pressing the danger button and calling the D.D.D.

Hours passed by dealing with a few doppleganger's which some of them being visually creepy and threatening you till a man came, he was wearing a white button up shirt and a white hat that has 'Milkman' written on them. He looks tired, bags under his eyes showing then he spoke "Good afternoon, here's my ID and entry request" you stared momentarily before deciding to check all information, he also has an attractive voice which made you blush a little.

Learning that his name is Francis and he's the local milkman around town you couldn't help but have a little crush I mean he's attractive, his voice is also attractive, tired guys may or may not also be your type and he does have a pretty decent Job so he does perfectly fit your dream guy. Not long after it's finally night time and also the end of your shift, you packed your items that you brought with you then the one who'll exchange with you arrived "Hey..." She greeted "Hold on a sec, have to make sure you're the real one" you said checking all the workers files "Wow darling... Taking your job very seriously huh?.. impressive" she said with a subtle smile, she has green eyes and bags are shown under her eyes, she looks like she has been doing this for years.

"Well yeah... Don't want to lose a high paying job ya know" you replied and confirming that she's the real one "hmm, Understandable" you opened the metal door and she bid you goodbye "Careful darling, some doppleganger's are hostile and might attack you, here take this it's a 200v taser.... don't worry i have plenty" you thanked her and left to fo home. Walking home is kinda creepy especially at night, you wouldn't know when a creature of some sort is gonna pounce on you right now that's when you heard a rustle on a nearby bush then something jumped out.

It was cat... Quite a big one but it was injured on its side, you went closer and tried to reassure the cat "Hey... Hey there kitty, don't worry I'm a friend.." as you said those words the cat looked at you with a mix of hatred and confusion "I can help... I promise, I won't hurt you like whoever did that to you" The cat slightly calmed down and let you pick them up, you arrived home and put your bag down as well as settling the cat on your table and immediately finding the first aid.

You tended to the cat's wounds and surprisingly it just let you do your work, you winced to yourself finding that the wound is a bit deep "Gosh who would hurt a cat... They're sweet" finishing it up you wrapped the cat up with gauze "there you're all fixed up kitty... Hm.. i guess I could also feed you since you're at my house" you then went to your fridge to look for something to feed the cat and for yourself.

"You settling alright kitty?.." you asked, after feeding the cat you set up a box with a few soft rugs in them for the cat to sleep on and the cat looked at you with content eyes, chuckling lightly to yourself "you know it's amazing how your eyes can actually communicate, it's cute" you turned around to turn off the lights of you room "Night kitty..." You said finally falling asleep. The next morning you woke up and saw that the cat was nowhere to be seen and the window has few paw prints "Dang it I was planning on adopting him" you said sadly then started getting ready for the day.

Arriving at your workplace the girl from last night greeted you "Good morning darling!, did you have a good rest last night?" She asked "good morning, Yeah I did thanks for asking" you replied then she opened the metal door and went out "uh... You're not gonna check if I'm the real one?..." the girl turned around and said "Would you be asking that if you were a fake one?... And besides you're new it'll take a few days before they decide to copy you" she turned around again and left. Starting your shift like what you did Yesterday, letting a few people out giving them an entry request for when they come back, dealing with a few doppleganger's, letting people in once confirming that they're the real one till finally the guy from yesterday came; Francis "Hi mr. Milkman" you greeted, he looks a bit surprised when he saw you "Oh uh... Hello... " he said smiling slightly, you blushed then he handed you his ID only but you looked closely you saw he has a small mole on his left cheek which the real Francis didn't have. You kinda have memorized what he look and a few of his information from the files.... Kinda creepy of you but you couldn't help it, he was now your crush "Oh... I'm sorry, my good sir but I actually have this guy memorized and you're not him..." You said and before you could close the metal window you humped as he banged on the somehow sturdy window "What?!... How could!-... I see you like little mr. Milkman.. " the faker said his eyes were really angry and creepy "Yeah nope bye." you said then pressed the danger button and called for the D.D.D. Minutes later the metal window opened "There was no one in sight but I suppose the doppleganger already left before we arrive, you may now continue your work"

The day ended and you switched shifts with Loira, the name of the girl that you work with she bid you goodbye and you went home. Weeks later the things just go by on a repeat with some of them you going on a late night grocery, what's really interesting is that the doppleganger who always pretends to be Francis, he'd show up you find a small detail that the real Francis doesn't have, he'd get angry telling you things like "I'll get you next time" "I'll fool you one day" "Why are you so observative of the guy" then once you call for the D.D.D service he'd disappear before they could arrive like what's the deal with him?... Earlier he said something that actually sent shivers to your spine "Wait till I devour your fleshy body, Human" that was an actual pretty creepy threat, didn't realize that your already at your doorstep from a long day, you set down the groceries on the kitchen counter and went to take a quick shower and change.

After that you arranged all the groceries, it's pretty quiet around your house since you live alone, your parents on another country and your house is pretty far away from other residents so you'll be aable to hear anything out of the ordinary. Going up the stairs to sleep you decided to stretch around a little while you do so, you felt a weird sensation going up your leg, you looked down and a black substance of sorts but before you could scream another one covered your mouth as other one's quickly wrapped around your legs and arms separately, along your torso as well completely immobilizing you.

You looked around saw... Francis?... but his eyes are dark with white glowing dots on the middle "Hello... Doorman, I did say I will get you... Didn't I?" He spoke. You were confused, scared how did he know where you live? "Hey... Hey there... Little human, no need to get scared after all I'm a friend.... Aren't I?" That's when realization hit you. The cat that you helped was a doppleganger "you know human, you hurt me when you set your eyes on someone else... I thought you liked me?... Didn't you say so yourself?" He said which earned a muffled confused rambling from you "No... You must pay for making me believe you... " Before you could make another confused noise the tentacle like substance was removed around your mouth "What now-" you were cut off by something shoving into your mouth deeply making you gag, it was one of his tentacle.

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He relentlessly attacked your mouth making you gag, you tried to squirm away but it was futile he has you wrapped around his other tentacle's. By then your eyes then started forming tears, you looked at the doppleganger of Francis which amused him "Look at you... Such an expression... I want more.. " he said. He set you down on your bed having your arms up above your head as he crawled between your legs "I did say I would devour your fleshy body... Don't worry it's not in a way I would eat you to the bone" he then slowly tore your garment earning a gaged up moan from you. He looked at you directly seeing that lewd expression from you also looking at him, he then slowly dipped his down between your legs which made you moan once again. You couldn't help but moan while he completely eats you out while also making you suck on one of his tentacle's, you were completely helpless making you take all of the pleasure like obedient slave.

That's when you felt something go in futher inside you, it felt like a very long tongue reaching up to the parts that you never could reach and hitting you perfectly on your spot making your body jolt and moan loudly than before "hmm?... is this your spot...?" He said while his tongue was still deep into you, he fastened up the pace than before almost a bit too fast than normal making your body more hotter and eager for a release. Not long after you came he adjusted himself, he humed in satisfaction "this will do..." He said then he removed the tentacle from your mouth as you looked at him with tired eyes "aww.... Already tired? Unlucky for you I'm not done yet" he adjusted his position, you didn't even notice that he entered you once again but this with his cock which made you yelp in surprise. He mercilessly pounded at a fast not giving you a preparation while his other tentacle's explore your exposed especially around your chest, waist and neck and his hands holding your thighs firmly to keep your shaking legs in place.

Release after release, you couldn't keep up anymore till you passed out from complete exhaustion and pleasure. He finally unsheathed his cock from you and loads mixed both of his and yours spilled out, staining the bed beneath the both of you. He then looked at your passed out form, your heaving chest, your belly slightly bulging and your beautiful sleeping face... "Such a perfect human.... I just wanna keep you" he fixed your sleeping form in a much comfortable position and pulled a blanket over before making his way to the telephone and dialed a number "Hello... Loira hey! I called a bit early so I could inform you that I'm sick..... Yeah please do.... Thank you I will bye!" He turned back to you and layed beside you "Rest now, my human...."

#that's not my neighbor #milkman #x reader #smut #milkman x reader #doppleganger #monster kink

[redstarwriting]

his girl | x. talkin’ bout my girl

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader | miles morales x fem!reader

word count: 2k

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: language, spoilers (!!!), more fluff, mentions of severe injuries, bad Spanish probably, so much multiverse shit

a/n: and that’s a wrap on another spiderverse series! wild. big thank you to everyone who read and supported the story! it was fun to write, and sorry for all the major plot twists and turns i threw in there i’m a little unhinged sometimes LMAO but in all seriousness, i hope you enjoy this last chapter🖤

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previous chapter: ix. i’ve got sunshine

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You and Miles are back to being inseparable. And both you and him have never been happier. Rio is relieved, and so happy that the two of you are no longer just best friends, but partners. Jefferson feels the same way and is even more relieved that you know and are there for him as Spider-Man on top of it all. His parents missed having you around the house for a while, so they’re more than happy that you’re around basically all the time. Ganke sort of hates it because the two of you can be all lovey-dovey in front of him, but also doesn’t because you join in with him to make fun of Miles for being an idiot. Something the two of you agreed on was to never tell anyone else you were Black Cat. It could be too dangerous for you, and Miles doesn’t exactly like the thought of you going to jail for stealing.

What he does like is you’re sneaky enough to follow him into Spider Society when he goes. Sometimes he lets you sneak in with him. The first time, though, he was completely unaware you followed him. And when you popped up behind him, mask on, Miguel almost had an aneurysm.

“Why is there a Black Cat here?!” he yelled, and Miles, who didn’t even know you were there until Miguel said that, put his arm around you protectively. “Because she’s my girlfriend. And she is really good at following me without setting my sense off. We got a problem or something?”

“Yes, Miles, we do. Black Cats can’t be–”

“Remember that time you told me I shouldn’t exist? I remember that.”

“He told you that?” you feign ignorance. You know everything Miguel did to Miles, and you hate him because of that. But you pretend you don’t know because it gives you an excuse to look shocked and make him feel bad instead of your real feelings of being ready to fight him right now. And Miguel actually falls for it. “I NEVER–” he begins to protest, but cuts himself off with a sigh, shaking his head and muttering some things in Spanish. “If you do anything…” he points at you, and your mask fades away as you narrow your eyes at him. “You wouldn’t know if I did,” you say, and he groans. “Black Cats. Always the same,” he mutters, turning around and walking away.

From that point on, if you didn’t have anything to do, you would accompany Miles to Spider Society. And today was one of those days. The two of you are walking hand in hand when Gwen lands next to the two of you. “Hey lovebirds,” she says, bumping her shoulder against yours. “Hey, Gwen,” you say, and she joins the two of you. “What are you two up to today?” “Nothing, really. Actually, was gonna ask you, Pav, and Hobie if y’all had anything to do," Miles says and Gwen sighs. “Yeah, actually, Hobie and Pav are on a mission right now. And I have a father-daughter day planned with my dad so we can try to mend our relationship after he, y’know, threatened to arrest me and pulled a gun on me,” Gwen says, and you both nod, making noises of disgust and agreement. “Yeah, probably for the best you don’t miss that,” you say, and she nods. “Yeah. Oh! And then I someone you know might have a date with Mary Jane later,” Gwen says, and you stop walking, turning to her and grabbing her shoulders. “Are you for real?!”

“Yes! I finally asked her, and she said yes!” The two of you do The little teenage girl excited jump up and down action, and Miles grins. “Happy for you, Gwen, but can you please give me my girlfriend back, my hand is cold,” he says, motioning to the hand you abandoned to talk to Gwen. You and Gwen look at each other, rolling your eyes as you slip your hand back into his. Gwen glances at her watch. “Fine, I have to go anyways. Oh, I’ll see you two tomorrow at Hobie’s, right?”

“You know it,” Miles says, and she grins. “Great! Well, see you two later!” Gwen says, opening up a portal to her world and stepping through. You look at Miles. “So, what do you wanna do now?” you ask, and he shrugs. “Guess it’s just gonna be us hanging out. How tragic,” Miles says with a small smile on his face, and you shake your head. “Maybe I should see if there’s any museum or rich person I can steal from,” you tease, and he rolls his eyes. “Ha. Ha,” he says, and you squeeze his hand. The two of you make your way to one of the common rooms, but before you can even sit down you hear someone call out Miles’ name.

You both turn your heads in the direction it came from and a new Spider-Woman lands beside the two of you. She takes her mask off, and your eyes get big. It’s you. “(Y/n)? like Earth 42, (Y/n)?” he asks, and you nod. “Yeah! This is weird, right? I think it’s a little weird.”

“Uh, what’s weird is you’re me,” you say, pointing at you. “Oh! You fixed it!” 42 you says, high-fiving Miles. “I told you it’s weird, didn’t I?” Miles asks you, and you nod. He’d told you about how he was sent to an alternate universe with no Spider-Man and how he met himself there. And in doing so, met the you of that world, too. Now you’re looking at her… but he never mentioned she was Spider-Woman. But you gather he  also didn’t know she was Spider-Woman by the way he motions to her suit. “When did… this happen?”

“The day you arrived and then promptly left, actually,” you say, “so about two weeks ago. You remember how Miles and Aaron went to Alchemax? Yeah, well, apparently they were developing a new spider similar to the spider that bit you, and it crawled into Miles’ duffle bag he had. He and I were sleeping in his room, and it crawled out, and he got up to go get water or something and it crawled over to me and bit me. Found it the next morning.”

“Oh? And you’re already here?” Miles asks, and you nod. “After we realized, which, by the way, absolutely fucking wild. You can heal overnight? That caught everyone off guard. Ms. Morales thought she was the next coming of Jesus Christ for a second, but anyway, after we figured out I had similar abilities to you, that Miguel dude showed up and offered me one of these little watches. He said he was happy this world had a Spider-Person now, but when he saw Miles, he did a whole ass double take and then muttered how he ‘can’t escape this kid’ in Spanish. Miles, of course, responded also in Spanish, and then he looked stressed and just left,” you explain, and Miles laughs. Even when he wasn’t around, he was plaguing Miguel with his existence in multiple universes. “Yeah, sorry for not warning you but he hates me.”

“We picked up on that,” you say, and then you look over at you. “Okay. time for me to be weirded out, why do I have an outfit that looks like Miles’ Prowler outfit?” you ask, and you shrug. “I’m Black Cat.”

“Also, she and Miles of your world are insanely intelligent engineers, inventors, and designers. Looks like they think the same way, too,” Miles says, wrapping his arm around you and looking at you proudly. “Oh! Do you wanna go see him? I told him the first thing I’d do is look for you and make sure you didn’t fuck up with me. And! The two of us have started to fix up New York! I’m sure he’d be happy to see you,” 42 you says, starting to fiddle with her watch. “Hell yeah! Totally, you okay with that, amor?”

“Of course. I’d like to meet this other Miles, maybe exchange some engineering ideas if his suit seems half as cool as you hyped it up to be,” you say, and 42 you grins to herself. You knew that he’d be able to figure it out, but it’s still so nice and refreshing seeing the Miles who was so distracted and in his head genuinely looking and feeling better with you by his side. The portal pulls up, and you motion the two of you to follow. You do, and end up in what looks exactly like Miles’ room, except instead of art supplies and sketches of Spider-Man stuff, it’s more geared towards technology and sketches for gauntlets. Of course, there’s now a mix of that with Spider-Woman sketches and ideas, but the other Miles’ blueprints and designed are what catch your eye immediately. They look very similar to yours, and you can’t help but read some of the notes on the pages. “Vibranium? Where the fuck did he get vibranium…” you mumble to yourself, and 42 you looks at the both of you. “Ms. Morales isn’t home, so we can be as vocal about our identities as we like. She does know about me, but not Miles still. Figured it would be fine for her to know about my shit but Miles is a little more… complicated,” you say, opening the door. 42 Miles turns his head. “Ay, ma, who you talking to?”

“Miles,” you say, motioning that 1610 Miles is back. “Que pasa, hermano?” 1610 Miles asks, and he and Miles dap each other up. You wave, and 42 Miles smiles at you. “Hola, preciosa,” he says, winking at you. Your Miles wraps his arm around you. “Woah, there, bro, that (Y/n) might is your girl. This (Y/n) is my girl” he says, kissing your temple. You smile a bit, and 42 Miles puts his hands up in surrender. “I may be your girl, but I do wanna talk to you,” you point at 42 Miles, “about the notes about a vibranium gauntlet design. Where the hell are you getting vibranium and how does it react with the PVC piping you used to on the fingers?” 1610 Miles shakes his head, and 42 Miles smirks. “You get it?” he asks, and you nod. “Oh, I get it. Now explain.”

“Ella lo consigue,” he says, turning to his (Y/n) who rolls her eyes. “Got the vibranium from a job about a week ago, no one was using it, so,” he shrugs, “decided it belonged to me.”

“Where?”

“Avengers Tower.”

“Shut up. How hard are their security systems?”

“Hard if you ain’t smart,” he says, and you nod. “Should be simple then.”

“Stop… stop planning on breaking into Avengers Tower in front of me, amor,” 1610 Miles says, and 42 you sigh. “Yeah, babe, same here. You know I’m gonna have to stop people from doing that shit now,” you mumble, as both 1610 you and 42 Miles roll your eyes. “It’s my job,” 1610 you and 42 Miles say at the same time. “It’s ours too!” 1610 Miles and 42 you say before Miles processes that the Avengers are on your Earth. “Wait, you have the Avengers here?” Miles asks 42 (Y/n), and you nod. “Yeah.”

“Why haven’t they fixed New York?”

“Oh, do your Avengers care unless it’s a world-ending event? What’s that like?” you ask him, and he scoffs. “That… is actually very correct. They are totally not like that,” Miles says, and you sigh. “This Spider-Woman shit is a lot of responsibility.”

“I hear that,” Miles grumbles, as the two of them watch 1610 you and 42 Miles discussing their tactics on how they break into places and comparing gadgets. Miles can’t help but think that it’s funny how ending up in the wrong universe gave him some new friends and helped him get the girl who has always been the girl he wanted, even if he was a little slow with it. But it also caused him so much distress, almost made him die, and showed him an alternate reality of how his life may have ended up.

Man, this multiverse shit is confusing.  

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#miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #earth 42 miles morales x reader #prowler miles x reader #spiderman x reader #spider-man x reader #spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv

[shaisuki]

THAT SWEET VOICE OF YOURS

MANJIRO "MIKEY" SANO X CHUBBY READER

submitted by @chifuyumatsyno: Hi can I request a fic where the reader has bubbly personality and talks a lot even when they have speech problem and they have a very soft voice but one day someone said something about her voice so she doesn’t talk like she used to and just shakes her head if it’s a yes or no question. You can take any character from Tokyo revengers sorry if it’s too long you can ignore it if you are busy .

notes. i'm sorry it took so long. hope you like it.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ forget about all the music, mikey just only want to hear your voice.

“(n/n)-chin, you're quiet today, did something happen?” mikey asks, scarfing down the last bits of his dorayaki. wiping the corners of his mouth and glancing at the person beside him that at this time and with him is already telling him stories but he was only greeted with a silence and a shake of head.

mikey ignored it. maybe you were not feeling yourself today and decided to leave it alone but still it bothers him. already missing your voice that he wanted to hear. his cheeks puffing out in boredom.

you really wanted to talk to mikey but what someone had said to you really hurt your feelings. talking isn't something you've taken for granted with your voice however talking with someone especially mikey made you feel heard that you exist. you can endure it a little longer after all, sometimes people find your voice annoying if they understand your condition. shaking your head from the thoughts, you settled beside mikey as he watched the horizon of the sun dipping in the mountains.

“mmm.” mikey grumbles. biting the inside of his cheek. glancing at him and you met his sight where he's already looking at you and you quickly averted your gaze at him. a little embarrassed.

“mou~ (n/n)-chin. talk to me!” he demanded but you only give him a quick shake of your head. “what's wrong? did someone told you mean things?” he started firing questions and you remained silent. judging from your reaction and the slight quiver of your lips. mikey knew it.

“who told you?” mikey asks, his face turning into one of a serious. the dark irises of his eyes getting darker.

“n—nobody....” you managed to say aloud. afraid of what he will say and mikey sighs. he can't force you to tell.

“i love hearing your voice (n/n)-chin.” he began to say aloud. laying down in the grass and his eyes looking in the sky. you jumped a little when he said that. “i look forward hearing it everyday with your stories about stuff. about the cats you met that day or how children are playing.” he said nonchalantly.

you didn't know where to began. “m—mikey....” then finally he looks at you.

“my day isn't complete without hearing. your voice is music to my ears.” he sits up. “t—thank you.... mikey.” leaning down towards his shoulder and mikey smiles.

he only needs to do one thing for the last. find someone who told you about your voice. he's going to beat them for real.

#♱ ⋮ shai's works⸝⸝ #submission #chubby reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers mikey #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers sano manjiro

[therapycat21]

All Right Now Part 4

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

I’ve been on cloud 9 since that night, he has been texting and calling me almost every day, calling just to ask if I was feeling okay, what kind of flowers I liked, and how I preferred cats over dogs. For the first time, it feels right, actually true and real. Compared to the last few years and the relationships I’ve been in, this falls at the very top of my list.

Ever since that night at the restaurant I’ve been counting down the days until I get to physically see him again, we both have been so busy with life that I'm only able to see him on Facetime.   

But today is the day of his game against the Jets and I'm so excited to finally see him again, and bring my mom to her first football game. 

My thoughts still swirling, I’m interrupted by a knock on the door, checking the time, I know it’s my mom. I run to the door and open it to see my mom in full Chiefs gear, also wearing a #87 jersey like me. I give her a giant smile before we pull each other into a deep hug. “Ugh, I missed you so much Mommy,” I tell her, getting a little emotional from not seeing her “Oh I missed you too my baby” Our hug lasts a few more seconds before we let each other go. “So, how's Travis?” she asks. Yes, I already told her about him, I can’t not tell her, we’re way too close for me to keep secrets from her.

I try to hide my smile but inevitably it pops out “he’s good, he called me today before heading to the stadium, he’s a little nervous” I tell her, she frowns slightly “Why’s he nervous, he plays absolutely amazing” she tells me “we know that but he’s more nervous about how they'll treat me cause we all know they're gonna be ticked off about me being there and doesn't want it to give me bad press” I tell her slightly frowning.

I look over at her after not hearing her say anything. She is slightly smiling “What are you so smiley about?” I question

“Oh nothing, this is just the first time I’ve ever heard one of your boyfriends actually be concerned for you, your feelings, and your safety.”

 I sigh turning back around and gathering my things to leave “We have not had that talk yet Mom, so please refrain from saying anything about that to him.” “Oh honey if you think that man does not want to be your boyfriend, you are very mistaken, if only you saw how he looks at you,” she tells me grinning.

Looking at her confused, I question “What do you mean how he looks at me?” she belly laughs from the doorway looking at her phone “From when you guys went out to dinner that night, I’m looking at the picture now”. I look at her in a panic and rush to open my phone and find what she is talking about. Opening Instagram I see a post from ENews.

Mouth agape in shock “Oh my god, I can't believe they saw us.” I say out loud. My mom laughs loudly “Honey no offense but you're a famous singer and he’s a famous footballer, of course, they would’ve found out. Look It’ll be okay I promise” I sigh a little in relief from her reassurance.

But I still have to let Travis know, that is what gets my nerves to skyrocket not knowing how he’ll take the information. I shake my hands a bit to shake off some of the nerves hopefully “Ohh man, okay let’s go, we will be even more late if we stay here” I tell her smiling at her assuringly. We both left the apartment.

1 Hour Later in The Chief's Family Suite

We both found our seats and ordered ourselves drinks and some light food. I lean over to my mom “So? How is it so far?” I question smiling at her “Oh honey this is so fun, I wanna do it every weekend” she tells me smiling. 

Before I respond we’re interrupted by someone calling my name I turn around to see Kylie and the two girls. I jump up to go greet them “Hey you guys, I didn’t know you were coming today,” I say while hugging Kylie she hugs me back responding “I know Jason decided last minute to come so his mom didn’t have to drive by herself” I nod smiling before turning my attention to the two girls and bending down to reach them “hey pretty girls” before I can fully greet them they both rush in to hug me “ugh I just love seeing you two” I tell them, letting them both go and standing back upright.

 “Oh you guys, this is my mom Katalina. Mom this is Kylie Travis’s sister-in-law and these two beautiful girls are his nieces” I introduce them. My mom stands to greet them pulling them each into a hug “Oh it is so nice to meet all of you, I heard so much from y/n, do you wanna sit with us over here?” she asks. Kylie smiles before nodding and guiding the girls into the seats between me and her. I look around searching “Where’s Jason?” I ask Ky “Oh he’s grabbing some drinks and snacks with his mom, he should be here soon.” she lets me know “Their mom is here?” I question with a twinge of fear lacing my voice. I can tell she noticed because of the sympathetic look on her face “Don’t worry Trav and Jason have been telling her amazing things about you, I know she’ll love you” she reassures me. I give her a small smile before turning back to my mom waiting for the game to start.  

A few minutes go by before we hear the oh-so-boisterous voice of Jason Kelce. Me and mom turn to face the sound and see Jason with a smaller and shorter woman. We wait for them to greet Kylie and the kids before I stand up to greet Jason “Hey, there my girly!” he says reaching to pull me into a bear hug.

 Laughing I hug him back before letting go and introducing him to Mom, he reaches around and pulls her into a hug before guiding us to meet Donna who he said was his mom's name. “Momma, this is y/n and her mom Katalina” I smile about to reach out and shake her hand before she laughs and pulls me into a motherly hug “Oh it is so nice to meet you sweetheart” After a few seconds she lets go “it’s so nice to meet you too, Travis talks about you all the time” I tell her smiling, she laughs “touche my dear” she smirks at me. I blush before introducing her to my mom. After all of the pleasantries are done we all sit down. My mom was on my right, Donna on my left with Jason and the kids, and Kylie on her left.

The game finally starts and we finally see Travis run out onto the field with the other players. Once the players are settled on the field I see him look over and up straight at me with a soft fond smile on his face, he slightly waves at me before turning back to the game.

I blush and turn to see his action brought attention to me in the suite. I look down to see some of the crowd taking pictures and videos. I catch the eye of one of the fans before smiling, blowing them a kiss, and waving at them.  A few minutes of this go by before everyone goes back to the game with fans occasionally looking back up here at us. In the meantime, me, my mom and Donna are all laughing and making jokes together. (if only I knew what gonna come from that on the internet). 

And as expected I look up from the field to the jumbo, smiling as I see my own face. I give a quick smile and wave before turning around and showing my jersey number with a proud smile on my face. Everyone gives a laugh before I sit back down and the jumbo goes back to the game.

The laughter halts for a moment after seeing Pat throw the ball and Travis jumps to catch it, everyone stands up jumping and cheering as Travis runs to make the touchdown with them winning the game against the Jets. The stadium breaks into hollers and screams, me included. Kylie still standing screaming for Travis reaches over and hugs me before Donna pulls me into a hug. We all hug each other before everyone calms down as Travis does his touchdown dance.

As the excitement dies down, everyone starts to gather their belonging. I’m then approached by one of the workers. “Hello, we were asked to escort you down to Travis and the car is that okay?” he asks me I look over at my mom, and she gives me a smile slightly pushing me towards the doors “go, it’s okay Donna and I are gonna go out to eat and talk some, okay” I smile reaching over to give her a big hug telling her I love her, I do the same to Donna “tell him he played amazing for me and I love him” she tells me I give her quick nod before nodding to the man and rushing over to go see Travis.

After a few minutes of walking, we hit the elevator the man guides me in before pushing the button to go down, a few silent seconds go by before the man slightly turns towards me “I’m sorry if this is unprofessional but Is it okay If I get a picture with you for my daughter? She loves your music” I look at him “Absolutely and believe me you’re not being unprofessional, how about I make a video for her, what’s her name ” he smiles reaching to fish his phone put “Her name is Jessica” I smile as he turns to video and I lean over to say a few words to her before he thanks me to put his phone away. I grab my phone and ask for his information “Is it okay if I get your information, I’d like to send her some stuff if that’s okay” I ask. He looks at me in shock before hurriedly nodding at me “Of course, you just made me the father of the year” he jokes at me, we laugh and talk a few more before the doors open and we’re greeted by Travis leaning against the wall with a few teammates. He gives them quick goodbyes before I walk out.

He makes quick strides toward me lifting me into a deep hug, his face pressed into the side of my hair. “Oh I missed you so much,” he tells me still hugging me. I relish in the feeling of his warmth before responding “I missed you too” he lets me go putting my feet back onto the ground “Oh by the way your mom asked me to tell you that you played amazing and she loves you” he gives a fond smile before it turns quizzical “you and my mom talked?” he questions. I panic a little “I’m sorry I didn’t know she was gonna be the—” he cuts me off with a laugh “Baby, it wasn't a bad thing you talked to my mom I was just surprised I thought she wasn't coming to this game that’s why” I sigh in relief happy he isn't upset “yeah Kylie said Jason decided to come last minute and drove your mom too” I tell him. He nods understanding.

“Anyway, did you wanna go home and watch a movie and chill for the night?” he questions. I nod profusely, excited for a chill night in before a concert the next day. “Yes please” I smile at him he gives me a nod before grabbing my hand and turning me towards the doors using his other hand to brush the back of my head pulling my forehead to kiss it “Oh you’re so adorable,” he tells me before stopping abruptly “what’s wrong?” I question he turns towards me “I was about to walk out this door exposing us to the world before asking you if you’re okay walking in public together yet?” I blush a little before raising my hand to his cheek “I am totally okay with being seen in public with you” I tell him proudly. He blushes turning his head down before nodding and clasping my hand in his leaning down and brushing his lips over mine. “Alright let’s go announce to the world I am the proud boyfriend of the infamous y/n l/n,” he says pulling my arm. “Ho ho hold on there a sec, boyfriend?” I question pulling my arm from his hand to get him to stop walking. He looks at me sideways “Um yeah, In case you didn’t know we’ve been together since I even looked at you that cool with you?” he smirks at me staring intensely. I blush underneath his gaze I ponder for a second “Yeah, yeah it’s cool with me.” I tell him before turning back to the door.

He nods also turning back to the door and we are then blinded by flashing lights as we are engulfed in the sounds of flashing cameras and screaming fans.

Why does this feel like the end??? Do yall want more of this series or no???? please let me know...

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[tarysande]

On Grief. And On Friendship. On Memory. And Love.

When my grandmother died, we didn't have a traditional funeral. We didn't wear black. We didn't sit around, solemn and silent. We told stories. We ate food she would have liked and drank Bailey's with cream. We got to do it together, of course, and we got to cry and hug and mourn and laugh and sing.

I'm sure all of us have heard some version of the phrase "online friendships aren't REAL friendships." I know I have. I've never understood it, either. For me, in all my neurodiverse glory, online friendships are often MORE REAL. Where else can you meet people and immediately jump into all the things you have in common? All the shared loves and hates and hyperfixations? Where else can you just bypass small-talk and, as Anne of Green Gables would say, find bosom friends so quickly? I've met so many online.

I honestly don't remember when I met Sara/@dearophelia. When I look through my tags, I know it's been at least seven years. I'm certain it's been longer because she definitely had username changes. And I am total shit at remembering username changes. More than once, I've told myself I should keep a spreadsheet. I'm pretty sure I've known her almost as long as I've been on tumblr, and that's more than a decade.

When Sara got sick, I finally used that tumblr function that notifies you whenever a blog updates. I wasn't around tumblr as regularly, but I didn't want to miss anything Sara might say. I hoped that one day I'd get the notification that everything was clear, she was in remission.

I didn't. Today, I got what will be the final notification from her blog--@vhenadahls sharing the information that Sara passed away. That there wouldn't be anymore updates. No more reblogs. No more snarky comments in the tags or gushing comments in the tags.

If this were a room and everyone who loved Sara, who enjoyed her fanfic (with or without knowing the woman behind it!), who has listened to her playlists, who played ME3 multiplayer with her, who was in any way touched by her in a way that brought their lives joy, it would be so full. We would all have stories to share. We'd all have memories to relive.

This room would be decorated with labradorite and pink and fat birbs and cats. There would be so much music--Taylor Swift and Halsey and Florence and the Machine and Hozier and so many many others. There would be a million fabulous selfies on the walls of Sara's huge smile and her vulnerability and her bravery. There would be gaming knickknacks and D&D dice and tarot decks and crystals and magic and books on every surface. All her faves would be represented. And it would still only brush the surface of how vibrant she was and how deeply and enthusiastically she loved what she loved.

If this were a room where we could also add all the characters she created, whose stories so many of us loved ... well, it would have to be awfully big. Sara wrote a lot of stories for a lot of fandoms.

And if this were a room where we and her characters were gathered, but we opened the doors for all the characters and stories that Sara helped inspire, helped grow, encouraged and enabled, well, I know a whole lot of my characters and stories would be here, too. I'm sure I decided to create Rose Trevelyan because of some conversation Sara and I had where I was imagining Rose Vakarian-Shepard grown up.

Sara, I'm really sorry I didn't get to finish the Vakarian-Shepard stories before you left. Most writers write for themselves, sure, but often they also write for specific readers. Sara was always one of mine, but I don't think she knew it. I lived for her gushing tag-comments. I loved when she was always so quick to jump in with prompts.

I'm honored that I was someone with whom Sara shared her original fic work. (She also once shared an absolutely horrifying scene with Garrus and Shepard's clones that she cut from Nora's story because it was just TOO AWFUL. In fact, she shared it with me BECAUSE IT WAS SO AWFUL and she knew I'd appreciate it.) In my heart of hearts, I wanted Sara to finish that original story and publish it. I wanted us to be part of each other's group of writer-friends (you know, you always see them thanking each other in their books). Hell, I wanted to have a small press at some point just SO I could publish Sara's stories. I believed in her THAT MUCH.

I love Sara's stories. I love her playlists. I love her blog, with its hodgepodge of interests and loves. I love her imagination and creativity and attention to detail. I love that I can still visit that mind by reading the bounty of work she left behind.

I mean, she made me wholeheartedly buy into a relationship between Shepard's mom and ZAEED.

Sara was one of the constants in my online life over the last decade. Even if we hadn't chatted for a while, I always knew we could pick up again like no time had passed (thanks, ADHD). As I write this, there's a little chat circle on the bottom right of my tumblr screen with her avatar in it and I can't bear the thought of hitting that X button and never seeing it pop up again.

Sara struggled and loved and fought and overcame and breathed and was brave. Not just in the past few years, when she was sick. As long as I knew her. And she didn't let anything stop her. She snarled in the face of it all and wrote stories so beautiful they broke my heart and then pieced it back together again in the same paragraph.

I miss her. I will always miss her. But I'm so happy I got to know her as long as I did. She'll live on in my memories, in my stories, in the characters she helped inspire. She'll live on every time I look at my favorite tarot deck--she was the first person I yelled at when I bought it--and when I see fat birbs and cute-maybe-evil cats. And if that's not REAL friendship, real love, I don't know what is.

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[natasharomanoffismywife]

A Widow & An Agent

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The story if the MCU if Natasha had a girlfriend who was also her partner in crime ;)

Warnings: none

Word Count:1185

Chapter 1- Top Secret Job

Y/N L/N POV

“Why am I up at 6am on my rest day Barton?” I gruffly huff out to the blonde haired agent and best friend that is stood in front of the coffee machine with a shit eating grin on his face, he places a steaming cup of golden nectar in front of me before sitting down in the chair next to me. 

“A little birdie told me a certain redhead is due back home today and I thought you’d might like to have advanced warning to make yourself look presentable” His words making me straighten up in my seat, my excitement about seeing my favourite person again after a week clouding Clint’s second part of his sentence. 

“Oh shit I forgot it was today! Could you take my newbie training for me Clint? Great thanks!” I cheerily say back as I jump up from my seat and running to my room, smirking to myself when I hear the loud groan come from the man when he registers that he has 4 hours with the useless newbies and not a day sat in the vents catching up on all the gossip about Coulson and May. 

Natasha and myself have had an eventful relationship, myself and Clint were the pair that was tasked with eliminating the Black Widow. After a painful game of cat and mouse that lasted over two weeks we finally managed to trap Natasha in, seeing the fear and desperation swimming in her eyes is an image that will stay with me forever, we could see that she was just a young girl who needed to be saved from the nightmare that she was submerged in and so we went against orders and the rest is history. 

Fury was not impressed at all and ordered myself and Clint to be the ones responsible over the girl, thus creating the three musketeers. We three became the best of friends and a very well oiled and efficient machine, Natasha learning to put her trust in us whilst we helped open her eyes to the way of the real world. 

That was 5 years ago and Nat has settled very well here in SHIELD, Fury having a soft spot for the woman while both Coulson and Maria adopting her into our little agent family. I must confess whilst on that elimination mission I was floored by how beautiful the redhead was, something that grew along with feelings during the years together, something that cumulated with a new years kiss and confession time between the two of us. That had happened last new year and we have been together for the last 5 months, this latest mission has been the first solo mission since we became an item and these last two weeks has sucked royally. 

I enter my room without looking up as I start to walk towards my wardrobe to pick out some homecoming friendly clothing, what I failed to notice however was the certain someone sat on my bed with a cheeky grin.

“Why are you looking for clothes when you in your Pjs are all I need?” I jump up in my spot at the sound of the low voice, swirling around on the spot to face my bed as my face instantly brightens. 

‘Nat! You’re back” I shout with glee as I run and jump on top of Natasha, pushing her down onto my sheets beaming as I hear her loud giggles. 

“Hey malyshka, I’ve missed you so much” Natasha softly tells me with a gentle smile, I capture her lips with mine as we share a passionate kiss before separating when air became scarce. 

“Me too, you can’t leave me alone with Clint again… he is exhausting” I groan as I push my face into her chest, my head bouncing as her laughter vibrates through the pair of us. 

“Ok my love, never again” I feel soft lips touch the crown of my head as I nuzzle into her neck, breathing in the scent of strawberries and coffee that is so unique to Natasha. I don’t respond I just press a kiss to her neck before closing my eyes, letting the sound of her heartbeat the warmth of her arms lull me into a peaceful slumber. 

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Natasha Romanoff POV

“Fury needs to see you Romanoff” I gaze up from my book to see Maria Hill stood in front of me eating an apple, I close my book with a grunt as I narrow my eyes at the dark haired girl in front of me. 

“I’ve only been back for 3 days Hill, why can’t Clint do his work for once” I huff out like a little child, Maria chuckles at my displeased tone knowing that since little Lila was born Barton has not been called out onto the field. 

“Fury says he needs someone with your skill set, don’t ask me what that means just go before he sends Coulson after you” Maria says before walking off, leaving me no choice but to get up and find out what I am needed for. 

“Ahh Romanoff so nice of you to join us, please take a seat” I roll my eyes at Fury before turning to see the other person sat in front of the director, I walk over and press a gentle kiss to her forehead with a gentle smile before sitting down into the empty chair next to her. 

“Now what is so important that you call both of us in here, knowing that it’s only been 3 days since i’ve come back from a 14 day mission?” I huff out the question to a glaring Nick, smiling smugly when I hear the gentle giggle coming from the love of my life. 

“I have a job for you both, it is top secret and highly important so I need my two best field agents involved” this peaks Y/n’s interest as I see her lean forward in her chair, all playfulness wiped from her face. 

“What is it? Is it related to Tasha’s last mission?” Y/n asks as she grasps my hand with her own, I let a small shiver flow through my body at the thought of having to go back to sleeping with those assholes. 

“No they have been passed on to Coulson and his crew now, no this is something much more important. I need you both to pose as secretaries to two people high up in a multi million dollar business, I need a report done on the man to say how compatible he is for our team we are prepping.” The Avengers? This guy is going to be part of that? The only people we know for sure who are on this high level task force is myself, Y/n and Barton if Laura can kick him out of the house long enough. 

“Ok so we go in pose as people close to these people, gain their trust and find out all of their dirt? Sounds easy enough, who’s the guy in question?” 

“Tony Stark, the man known as Iron Man.”

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#avengers fanfiction #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #natasha romanoff

[angel-shaw]

Jealousy

A Claire/Ranger fic 🥰

Cw: kinda harassment

@dollscircus

When Claire went to the temporary Ranger station to check in on Diane and the ranger she wasn’t expecting what she saw. She saw her Ranger talking to someone.

That I’m itself was fine, what wasn’t fine was how the woman they were talking to was looking at them. As She got closer she could hear their conversation.

“Thank you so much for helping out, it means a lot,” the woman said

“Oh no it was no problem ma’am, I’m happy to help out wherever I can. I saw y’all struggling with moving everything and it was no salt off my back to stop and lend a hand.”

What were they talking about? Ranger helped her out obviously, but with what and why was she looking at them like that.

“Why don’t you let me pay you back?” The woman said

“Oh no there’s no need for that, I was just-“

“No no please,” the woman interrupted them, “let me take you out to dinner, my treat.”

Claire noticed the Ranger shift uncomfortablely, so she started walking twords the two so she could tell the lady to fuck off.

Then the woman put her hand on their arm, she saw how Ranger tensed under the unexpected and unwelcome touch.

“Come on, as a thank you,” the woman was saying as Clair reached them.

She walked to stand slightly behind the Ranger, placing her hand right above the woman’s and pushing it down , off the ranger.

“I’m sorry ma’am,” Claire said sweetly but with a noticeable harnesses to it that normally wasn’t there, “They have plans tonight”

When she placed her hand on them she could feel the Ranger jump before hearing her voice and relaxing. They looked over at her and then back at the woman nodding.

Before they could say anything however the woman opened her mouth again, “oh now, I’m sure we can set up a date,”

It was Claire’s turn to interrupt, “they’re taken.” She said shortly, her grip on them tightening slightly, her core becoming warmer in her chest as the woman continued to not leave.

The woman froze, apparently looking over her options, she finally made the correct one as huffed, turned, and walked away.

Claire held the Ranger a moment longer before dropping her arm and stepping back from them.

Nether of then said anything as they looked at eachother for a good minute.

Claire cleared her throat, “So what did I hear about you working? Your not supposed to be doing any heavy lifting till I clear you for it remember?” She said a slight smirk on her face.

Internally she was hoping the ranger wouldn’t ask about her acts with the woman and would just move past it.

“Oh ya….I just saw her and her friend struggleing to move some branches and stuff so I just stoped and help move ‘em to a safe place,” they said hand rubbing the back of their neck sheepishly.

“Hmm.”

“Oh shove off I can lift stuff just fine, plus you said it’s just a precaution and the real problem was exhaustion, I wasn’t tired at all and I wasn’t being stubid with it.” They defended.

“Right, we’ll next time maybe don’t let the weirdos you help out follow you back to where you work, there’s at least 10 safety tips that say that khakis.”

Ranger rolled their eyes, “ya, ya what did you need Claire?”

“I was just coming to check in with Diane, where is she by the way I’m not seeing her”

“Oh she’s off today, she took the day to do baking for the event coming up, I’ll be off tomorrow to do the same.”

Claire looked shocked, “you bake?”

“No need to look so shocked damn, I always bake for the events, I’m the one who makes the lemon bars beacuse Daine can’t with her kitchen and cats beacuse they are weirdly obsessed with taking a bite out of every lemon and them freaking out beacuse it’s sour. It’s kinda funny actually, she sent me the video on her kitchen camera of her cats doing it,” they said with a chuckle

Clair paused, “huh, alight then….I’ll leave you to it.”

They both nodded at each other beacuse Claire smiled and turned to walk off quickly.

“Omg Beautiful did you see that!” Beth said shakeing her partner by their shoulders with a huge smile on her face.

“Yes! Claire was 100% jealous! Ohhh did you see how she grabbed their arm!”

Both of them laughing heavily at the desplay of blatent jealousy from their Alfa.

“Oh we have to tell Evie and Knight!,” The seer said excitedly

“Yesssssss!”

#castle audios #castleaudios claire #castleaudios #castleaudios ranger

[jades-typurriter]

Thorn's Hoop-Hole Loophole

CW: Transformation, Accidental Suiting

“Sophomores and seniors,” hollered a short, pink-and-white cat in a witch’s hat about two sizes too big for his body, projecting his voice all the way to the back row like the ringleader of a circus. “Red wizards and blue wizards too, students and sages of ALL kinds of ages… Welcome!” he chirped, undercutting the booming introduction he had built up for himself—not that his voice was all that imposing, anyway.

“I’m sure some of you recognize me from class. I see a few familiar faces! For those of you who recognize me from, well, from an incident with some transmutation magic a few months back, boy, do I have a treat for you today! We’re gonna do something like that again!”

A few of the spectators tensed in their chairs; one or two jumped straight out and started heading for the doors of the auditorium.

“I’m not gonna do the SAME trick! I promise! The folks in the office wouldn’t have let me into the talent show to begin with if I’d pitched that to them, ahaha.” Most of the anxious members of the audience relaxed, though one of them was still waiting near the exit, just in case. “Anyway, that’ll be the real trick! We’re all magicians here, so casting any old spell wouldn’t be all that impressive—illusions are first-year stuff, too! Instead, you’re all going to watch the Hoodini of Academic Holds do the one thing he’s been banned from doing!” He paused for a moment, scratching his head with one pink paw. “Well, not the one thing, but who’s counting?”

“We’re gonna need a volunteer, by the way. How abooouuut, ummmmmm…” He looked out over the crowd. A few people (especially the ones who had been on edge earlier) avoided making eye contact; even fewer raised their hands. He settled on someone sitting a few rows away from the front: a timid-looking, periwinkle sea serpent with a pair big, round, pupilless eyes above an equally-round snout. “You! You’ll do just fine! Why don’t you come up here?”

The dragon’s fins stood on end, ver eyelashes fluttering as vee blinked in surprise.

“Oh! Um,” vee considered, shifting around in ver chair. “Sure, I could come onstage.” Vee rose and shuffled sideways past ver seatmates’ legs to the aisle. As vee ambled up to Thorn, vee held ver claws up in front of ver in a way that reminded Thorn of a friend of his. Not quite as anxious of a gesture, but then, she’d gotten better about that recently. Well enough that she’d be joining him onstage as well, as it happened!

The cat took a dramatic bow to greet ver when vee climbed the steps to the stage, waving a paw in the air behind himself with a flair and a flick. In his grasp appeared a large hoop with a little puff of smoke. He let it go, sending it rolling along his arm, past his still-lowered head, and down the other arm onto the stage; it rolled around and around the dragon on its edge, finally tipping over onto its side and spinning to a stop right before ver feet.

“Why don’t you step into the ring for me, oh brave volunteer?” He beckoned, having slipped right back into his showman’s voice. The dragon obliged, looking uncertainly at Thorn.

“You’re gonna have to get that tail in there,” he nudged ver, pointing down at the floor outside the hoop. Once vee had gathered it up around ver feet, snugly coiled within the confines of the ring, vee looked back up at the cat; he nodded between ver and the audience, directing them to face forward. Vee gave a little wave with one of ver idly-hanging claws.

“So! What’s your name, bestie?”

“Bowsie!”

“Ahaaah, not for long it isn’t,” replied the cat, smugly. Bowsie cocked ver head to the side, and a few murmurs arose from the members of the crowd who had seen Thorn’s handiwork before. “Oh, don’t worry! It’s great to meet you! As a matter of fact, I’m gonna show these fine folk how to turn you into a friend of mine. A very specific one, in fact! Some of y’all might recognize her, too, once she joins us on stage! That’s where you’re gonna help me, Bowsie. But first, let’s get to know each other a little better, huh? What do you study?”

“Well, ah, I actually just changed my major. I realized I was very interested in fashion, so, I changed most of my classes over to that! Lots of working with unorthodox materials, enchantments for practical wear, you know.”

“Interesting! And a fantastic coincidence—I’ve got just the pattern for you to try on. I promise, she’ll be a real great fit!”

“Ah, that’s right, you said this was… transmutation magic?”

“Ahuh, yep!”

“And… you’re going to turn me into this friend of yours.”

“That’s right!”

“Oh. Goodness,” vee mumbled, hoping that the blush spreading across ver face wouldn’t be visible in the front row. Perhaps the spotlight washed it out? The idea of being somebody else for a bit just sounded… very, very fun!

“That’s where this hoop comes in!” Thorn explained, bubbly as ever. He produced his wand, seemingly from nowhere, and pointed it at the ring on the ground. “This is your round-trip ticket,” he continued as the ring beginning to vibrate and, ever so slightly, lift from the ground at the wand’s command. “We’re gonna go from the ground up, change you bit by bit! As it passes over you, it’s gonna turn you into someone you might otherwise be studying in one of your enchanting classes. Doesn’t that sound fun?” Turning and winking to the crowd, he added, “And yes, this is all one hundred percent sanctioned by the good folks running the show. I hope you all have a good time trying to puzzle that one out! But, you know what they say about magicians and secrets, and cats and bags, ‘n’ all that. So whaddaya say, Bowsie? You feel ready?”

The dragon nodded, tight-lipped. It was a little embarrassing to be so excited about something in front of a crowd this big, but vee thought vee was holding it together pretty well! Now all vee had to do was sit still and let it happen. Just like getting a shot at the apothecary! Easy as pie!

“Fantastic! Everybody, let’s give my lovely assistant a nice big round of applause, huh?” Politely, the crowd followed along, cheering to send Bowsie off like the onlookers to a ship’s maiden voyage; just like the christening of a new ship, they could only hope vee would come back in one piece.

“And awaaaaayyyyyy we go!”

As soon as the ring began to levitate around ver ankles, Bowsie could feel ver composure start to slip. They shivered with anticipation, trying to keep still enough not to give it away to any of the spectators. Already, ver feet began to feel heavier; vee lifted one foot slightly, wiggling ver toes. Strangely, the big, plushie paw didn’t leave the wooden panels of the stage—but vee could feel the swish of fabric on fabric! It was like pulling on a pair of leggings that were fresh out of the dryer, or wriggling into a warm sleeping bag on a cold night.

Vee couldn’t bring verself to look down, or ver face might’ve started burning bright enough to outshine the spotlight over ver head. Vee tried not to move too much, either, even though vee wanted more than anything to experiment a little more with ver new, minky parts, for fear that it might somehow disrupt the spell. Every little movement vee made had a little bit of resistance to it, anyway, like the parts of ver body that had been changed were squished between blocks of memory foam on all sides.

The ring continued to float higher and higher, bringing that warm, swaddled-in-blankets feeling to more and more of Bowsie’s body. At points, it seemed to get stuck on ver new shape—or maybe stuck on itself? It was hard to tell… When it reached ver thighs, it seemed almost as though ver new pillowy outside was spilling out of the hoop, like a comforter being pulled out of the bag that it came vacuum-sealed in. Vee wondered whether vee’d have difficulty fitting into certain places like this—doorframes, maybe even hallways… Vee reached down to touch some of the short fur covering ver legs, now that it was close enough to reach without having to bend over fully. It was velvety to the touch, and it gave way under ver claws the same way that a particularly soft mattress might.

As it slid over ver hips and past the base of ver tail, it unwound from around ver legs, no longer held tightly against verself for the sake of keeping it inside the hoop. Vee caught a glimpse of it at ver feet and could no longer hold still, whipping it up toward their face. It didn’t move exactly as vee directed it—it was still up in front of ver face, but much more slowly and deliberately, nothing at all like the excited vigor vee had put behind it. Maybe vee just wasn’t used to a body made of cloth and stuffing? Vee imagined that a body like that would be a bit more sluggish… It brushed against ver nose like a feather duster, though vee tried to hold it steady. Maybe it was just so floppy that it was hard to control.

Stranger still was the way that vee seemed to be higher up off the ground! No longer holding back from examining ver new body, vee saw that ver lower half was now much longer than ver upper half. It was such an odd sensation; vee could still feel ver paws squishing against the floor, could still feel ver new fabric stretching along ver legs, but vee knew they weren’t that long before. Vee thought that Thorn wasn’t allowed to do transformation magic! Even as the one having the magic done on ver, vee couldn’t figure out what else it could possibly be! The ring kept on creeping upwards, with a pillowy, striped tummy spilling out from inside it, stretching the serpent’s body out longer and longer as vee adjusted to the weight. It wasn’t that much heavier—Bowsie was a stout little dragon before—but it sat differently on ver body, was springier as vee shifted around. When it crept up to ver shoulders, it wrapped around ver arms, leaving massive, cushiony hanging at the ends of ver wrists where ver claws just were. Again, vee tried immediately to get a closer look, and again, they moved in a way that wasn’t quite how vee intended, slower, not exactly the right position.

Vee began to wonder if it was really as simple as needing to adjust to a new body, but before vee could think too deeply about it, the ring zipped the rest of the way up past ver head, leaving the button-eyed, fluffy-cheeked face of a chipper tiger girl in its wake. 

“Oh my goodness!” plushie cried in a voice that didn’t belong to the dragon. For an instant, Bowsie thought vee had blurted out its thoughts in an excited outburst. There was something stilted—rehearsed—about the voice, though, and the tiger kept right on speaking without ver: “You turned me into Lyra! Incredible!”

As Thorn took another deep bow, gesturing proudly at the result of his magic, Bowsie wondered: who on earth is Lyra? That certainly hadn’t come from ver. As if on cue, ver arms began to move of their own accord. Lyra waved shyly at the audience, even curtsying as they applauded for Thorn’s trick. As far as they knew, he had finally casted a spell in public where something hadn’t gone horribly wrong, but something was definitely awry here!

“Thank you, thank you!” the cat flaunted, keeping the audience on the hook for what he planned next. “And Lyra, thank you again for showing up on such short notice!” He added, with a wink.

“It iiiis a pleasure to be here, Thorn!” She replied, a bit stiffly.

“Now, we’re almost done hoggin’ the stage, folks. All we gotta do is—” Lyra interrupted him with an eep! Beneath the zipper that ran along the front of her body, Bowsie was trying to figure out just what was going on here. The tiger’s arms wobbled as Bowsie strained vers beneath her fuzzy exterior; she felt wriggling in her stomach as the serpent struggled and felt around inside her. She glanced down at herself, then her eyes—flickering through the whole range of emotion from confusion to mortification to accusation—turned to Thorn, shooting daggers at him. For his part, his eyes zipped from her torso, to the audience, back to her, his showmanly smile straining to remain on his face.

“Ahem! All we gotta do is say thank you one more time and get outta your hair!” He said, tugging Lyra’s paw towards the wings of the stage and ushering her quickly along. Her arms wrapped around her tummy (at least as best as she could manage the gesture), trying to hide the serpent’s movements inside her. “You’ve been a wonderful crowd we hope to see you at the next talent showeverybodyhaveagoodnight!”

“Thorn!” hissed Lyra as the two (three) of them slipped into the dressing room backstage. “Would you like to explain what this is?!” She unzipped herself, allowing Bowsie’s head to pop out of her chest. Vee suddenly felt shorter again, still higher up than usual but this time because ver were being held up, and not because ver legs were suddenly longer. Vee looked out at Thorn, then craned ver neck to look up at Lyra, whose face looked just as apologetic as she glanced upside-down at ver.

“Um, hello.”

“Hi,” Thorn awkwardly replied. 

“I said I’d be your assistant cause I’m trying to work through my whole thing with crowds, and you pack me in front of a packed house?”

“Not on purpose!” the catboy protested. “The ring was supposed to switch your places! Teleportation magic, remember?”

“Yeah, and instead, it just transported me around… who even is this?”

“Bowsie!” chirped Thorn, eager to change the subject.

“Bowsie,” mumbled the serpent at the same time, musing that this was one of the strangest introductions vee’d ever taken part in.

“You two know each other?” Lyra asked.

“Nope!”

“No.”

“So were you just gonna… send this person to your room? Who you’ve never met?”

“Well, the plan was to switch the two of you around again right after, right? I just picked someone who looked, uh… harmless? Polite! Just, who didn’t look like trouble, so nothing would happen in there in the thirty seconds you’d be on stage for.”

“Well, that didn’t exactly work, did it? You still haven’t answered for embarrassing me like that!” “Uh, I’m still not really sure what happened? It should’ve just been a portable portal, but…” Thorn fished around in the pockets of his puffy little shorts and pulled out a roll of parchment, unfurling and squinting at it. “Yeah… yeah… no, I think I got most of it right? Just, hang on…” As he continued to pore over his notes, Lyra pressed her paws into her own face.

“Every time, dude. It’s unbelievable.” She looked down at her little passenger and sighed. “So, um. Bowsie, right?”

“Mhm?”

“I think you heard already, but, I’m Lyra.”

“A pleasure.”

“Likewise! Um, did you at least enjoy your time on stage?”

“Oh, I’m not much of a performer…”

“Well, that makes two of us, ahaha…”

“I, uh, apologize for making it more difficult.”

“Oh! No, it’s not your fault, really! You haven’t caused any trouble in there or anything, it’s just,” she began, gently wringing her paws. “This is usually a more… intimate? Arrangement?”

“Ah,” replied the serpent, ver cheeks beginning to warm again.

“It’s just a bit embarrassing. It feels like a public display of affection, and in front of all those people, y’know…”

“Well… it was fun! You’re very comfortable.”

“Uh, thank you?” Lyra accepted the compliment rather bashfully. “You’ve been a nice… guest?” Bowsie smiled up at her, and she smiled in turn.

“I felt much taller while you were zipped up, you know. It was a bit like balancing on a wobbly chair, except the legs are a part of you? It was definitely odd to get used to, even if we didn’t have much time for it.”

“Yeah, that has something to do with the way Thorn set up my zipper and lining to begin with? I got curious and dug through some of his textbooks, and I twisted his arm about it ‘til we figured out what exactly the spell was like. The easiest way he could think of to give me an interior while keeping me the same size was to… ‘add space’, so to speak? That’s the simplest way to describe it. The flip side of it is that anything that goes in occupies the same amount of space as me, too.”

“It was fun! It really made me think he was transforming me, haha. Why, um, were people so worried about Thorn casting transformation magic, exactly?”

“You don’t want to know,” she said bluntly, averting her gaze. She rubbed her face again, as if trying to wipe the image away from her mind’s eye.

“...I see. Well, it was still exciting to think about.”

“Sorry to let you down, then. We weren’t planning on doing anything to you other than moving you around a little. I didn’t even realize what was going on until you started moving around in there, which—” she cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice from cracking. “—That was really a surprise.”

“At least you kept your composure. I thought you were speaking clearly, at least. I didn’t have to say much at all.”

“Well… thank you. I guess it wouldn’t be public speaking without a distraction, right? I’m trying to get better at it. I’ve had, ah, some bad experiences with speaking in front of a class.”

“That gets a bit easier,” vee encouraged her. “I wasn’t too happy that so many classes assigned oral presentations for their final projects, but after a couple of years of studying here, I feel I’ve improved at least enough to do it when I have to. Just keep practicing!”

“Are you a sophomore? Junior?”

“A junior. Yourself?”

“I don’t exactly study here, um, officially. But I’ve been with Thorn about a year and a half, I think? I want to call him a dependable roommate, but this sort of thing…” She cast a withering look in the cat’s direction—he flashed her a thumbs up and a reassuring smile. “...Well, it happens way too often.”

“I take it he hasn’t taken many courses on applied magic?”

“Oh, he’s tried.”

“Hey, be nice!” he called over his sheet.

“What about you, Bowsie?”

“Oh, I’m majoring in Practical Enchantments! What I’m really passionate about is designing clothes—I realized how interesting fashion was partway through my sophomore year and switched—and I want to try to push the limits of what materials can be worked with, and what they can do!”

“Ooooh!! That’s fascinating, goodness! I mean, you might be able to tell, but,” she gestured broadly up and down at herself, “That’s a field with some personal relevance, haha.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to intrude, but—”

“…Oh,” Thorn finally piped up again. “Well, okay, that’d do it.”

“What?” Lyra asked, exasperatedly.

“It’s, uh, a perfectly functional portal, but I forgot to… make it two-way?” The cat smiled sheepishly at her.

“So we’re just lucky your last mistake gave me a hollow inside.”

“Yeah, I guess so! Otherwise I might’ve gotten myself banned from a different type of spell entirely, ahaha… It, uh, it would’ve been hard to get all your stuffing clean.”

“Huh?!” The serpent squeaked, suddenly much less comfortable in the plushie’s soft interior.

“Oh, uh. Do you want out of there?” the tiger asked. Vee nodded emphatically. Lyra unzipped herself the rest of the way and held out a paw for the dragon to hold as vee hopped out of her chest, turning away from Thorn and now-intimately-familiar stranger to zip herself up. “Sorry about all this, by the way.”

“Well, it was no trouble. Luckily, I suppose,” vee added.

“Right! All’s well that ends well, right?” Thorn bombasted, moving the subject along. “Bolt dodged!”

“Yeah, and I didn’t have to scramble around to bail you out, this time,” retorted Lyra, an unimpressed look on her face.

“Oh, speaking of things I need you to do—”

“Thorn.”

“—did you happen to grab the key to my room?”

“Agghh,” she grunted, knowing where this was heading. “No!”

“Right, which is a problem, ‘cause you like to lock the door, and—”

“And you forgot it when you left?” She exclaimed. Thorn nodded, still doing kitty-cat eyes above his please-don’t-be-too-mad smile.

“I expected you to still be in there, so…”

“Unbelievable.”

“Well, hey, uh… While we wait for the housemistress to come by with a master key, we cooouuuld… watch the rest of the show?” He shrugged, putting on his best play at being disarmingly cute. Lyra was a little too used to it at this point for it to work. “How about you, Bowsie? You feel like joining us?”

“Um. Are the other acts going to go anything like this?”

“I sure hope not.”

This one was a bit of a format experiment—me and a friend (who would like to remain anonymous) were shooting for an "illustrated storybook" style here, and played around with thumbnails as a means of outlining a written story. The more I write with Lyra and Thorn the more I feel like an episodic structure would suit them well, so a series of short, fun books might be the direction I take with them. I hope you enjoyed it!! If you did, please check out my commissions sheet! This was partially driven by requests from my friend, who wanted to interact with my OCs; I'd be happy to work with you as well! =^w^=

#original writing #furry fiction #transformation #plush furry #plushsuit #fantasy #catboy #anthro cat #cat furry #writeblr #anthro tiger #tf #my writing #short story #trans author #indie author #plushsuiting #creative writing #lyra and thorn

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

playboyy ep 12 stray thoughts

- “damn i hate myself” real

- first soong being cute 🥹🥹

- you know shits about to get emotional when the soundtrack switches to yoiyami

- “you called me a friend when you weren’t pretending to be nant” AND WHAT IF I LOSE MY MIND

- zouey and nont besties agenda

- OH GOD ZOUEY BACKSTORY wait noooooo

- i guess the evidence is staying hidden then like boy are they in their failvestigator era oh nvm they found something (that they already knew but still that’s more than they usually get

- promnont !!!

- hold on they finally showing zoueyteena. they can never just give a quick handy either always gotta be invoking the religious implications of a renaissance painting… good for them (yes i include the popcorn scene in this) also top zouey truthers this one was for you!!!

- what are you hiding under that tarp zouey 🤨🤨 i think it’s of nant

- hold on teena’s necklace lmao. is the t for troy no it’s for *too sleepy to finish the bit*

- NO GET A JOB!! STAY AWAY FROM HER!!!

- finna beat the shit out of jason lee give me 10 seconds i could take him out

- what does he mean by keep an eye on…

- oop that scarf zouey in his horse girl era

- THEY DOING WHAT TO WHO?!?!?

- she is not scared of them at all like two absolute kitty cats of toruturers MEKEKFKKRKRJFJFJF NOT THE DUSTERS I CANT

- the drop of sweat deserves an award for perfect timing and i’m being so serious about this

- AHH PROMNONT i can’t handle them being affectionate like it makes me lose my oh not the fuckass product placemntsjdjjdjdjrjrjjejdjr you know what i got me some promnont crumbs i’ll take it

- so i’m gonna see this scene expanded in fic later right 👀 i’ll give a million kisses to anyone who decides to do it

- they can never argue using simple sentences it’s always “i feel bad that you feel bad that i felt bad” and “im mad that you got mad that i got mad” and “if you have a problem that we have a problem than the problem is you’re invalidating my feelings” “i didn’t think you would think about me thinking” like besties….

- see but zouey was kinda right… why is he being made the bad guy, first and captain kinda pissin me off

- girl YOU got him expelled. captain needs to be fr

- NONT WITH THE BIG PANT CROPPED SHORT COMBO THATS MY MAN

- these college athletes are plain evil

- puen lowkey the only one in this show consistently talking sense. i hope he gets his licks back on these bum bitches cause i’ve had it with them

- the coloring the coloring the coloring the coloring the coloring the projection the projection the projection

- THE. HESS BOARD BEING PROJECTED PLAYBOYY SURREALISM FOR THE WON ONCE AGAIN

- captain talking big game for someone who took sneaky clips. hoping this shows growth on his part cause deep down im still rooting for him

- captain sweaty blow up the whole establishment i support you

- NO CAPTAIN THATS NOT WHAT I TOLD YOU TO DO THATS VERY MUCH MOT WHAT I JUST SAID YOU LITTLE BASTARD

- ooo the outro track finally making sense!! kejrjejdnjdj

- i love the when soong carries first

- oh more food, user @jeffsatyr i’m so sorry

- firstsoong enthusiasts we are so back oh there goes firsts fuckass dad

- captain needs to stop picking fights AND CAPTAINS A YANKEES fan i can’t defend him anymore

- puen fight back!!! he was going easy on captain cause he’s a nice little boy oh shit now aobs gonna kill captain isn’t he…

- captainkeenpuen enthusiasts don’t lose hope!!! we can still win!!

- aobpuen enthusiasts were so back

- THE COLORING THE COLORING THE COLORING

- the characters and 'accurately assessing the media their in' saga continues

- porsche looks like such a baby here. jump listen to porsche pls do not see him again

- cry by johannes bornlof is playing they fr pulling out the nuthphop ballads for the other couples today

- puen is my boy and i will lay down my life for him actually

- NONT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT IM GONNA WALHAT WHAT WYHAHW ok sorry yall him with the gun did sumn to me

- nont once again will not be caught slacking holding someone at gun point be damned AND ITS CAPTAIN WITB THE STEAL POLL?!?!?!?

- nont… i need to know how he picks outfits like did he want the color to match the gun????

- nont chuckling in the corner... i fear he’s lost it

- playboyy once again with the themes of tech and privacy

- captain is lucky puen is lowkey a pacifist

- nont and captain: torturing aob and puen for info about the murder, zoueyteena: painting time !!

- oh my god yall im getting chills like fr speechless i am so…

NUTH MY BABY BOY

- nuth coming through with his amateur directorial visions let’s gooooo

- nont being like “please do a little bit of torture, just for me, please 🥺”

- he playing the funeral violin oh it’s not ending well oh god

- jason lee you will crumble i am so serious about this count your mother fucking days

- nuth scurrying away in the back… also nont where is your marksmanship now

- puen keeps suffering tremendously and he doesn’t deserve a single second of it. free my boy he fr has never done anything wrong

- i think i was right and nuths screenplay is autobiographical

- THEYRE PLAYING AMBIVRLANT THOGUHTS AGAIN NUTHPHOP PIANO BALLAD ENTHUSAISTS WE STAY WELL FED

- nuthphop my beloveds i love them so fucking much you don’t get it no wait why he deleting them oh shit ! phop play shitty games win shitty prizes dawg

- welp

yall this might be one of the strongest eps in a hot minute i loved this one had me at the edge of my seat the whole time

#playboyy the series #playboyy spoilers

[azzo0]

The following chapter is a snippet from Reunite.

Summary: Never in his life did Dabi think a cat would manage to ruin his entire day.

tw's: gets suggestive towards the end. mdni.

Yami frowned at the abandoned shopping bags with no signs of Toya. She picked them up, looking sideways for him. Where on earth did he run off to? She sighed, adjusting the bags in her hands, walking around, looking for him. 

She heard swift footsteps approaching her from the back. She quickly turned around, swinging the shopping bags at their face, sweat dropping when she saw Toya ducking. "Damn, are you trying to assassinate me with shopping bags?"

"My bad." Her eyes fell to the cones of melting soft serve in his hands. He handed her one and took a huge bite out of his cone. She smiled, taking it from him. So he still has a sweet tooth, Yami thought.

They went back to Yami's bike, eating the ice cream in silence. Yami leaned on the bike as she ate while Dabi stood in front of her. He finished his first and wiped his fingers clean with a napkin, tossing it into a trash can, smirking when it landed successfully. He glanced at Yami, who was too busy trying to finish the ice cream as it melted. Some of it came down to her wrist, and she absently licked it while taking a tissue paper from her pocket. 

Hot, Dabi thought. She groaned in frustration and went to the trashcan to throw her melted cone. She gave him a sheepish grin as she stood back in her initial place. He chuckled, wiping a bit of ice cream off the tip of her nose. 

He brushed some hair away from her face, looking into her ebony eyes. "You look cute today." He said. Yami swatted his hand away, huffing. 

"You already said that."

"No, I said you look pretty. Now I'm saying you look cute." He corrected. 

"I honestly can't tell if you're flirting or if you mean it." She stated, feeling bashful under his cyan eyes. He came closer, pushing her onto the bike behind her. She sat on it with both legs on one side, his hands on her waist. 

"Both," he replied, "Believe me when I say you're pretty, cute and gorgeous." His lips went under her ear, ticking her neck with breath, "Did I mention hot as fuck?" 

He felt Yami's posture straighten, obviously taken aback by his statement. Not bothering to check her face for a reaction, he let his lips touch the side of her neck, softly kissing the spot. 

Yami shuddered when she felt his warm lips and the cool touch of the staple beneath his lip. She let him slowly kiss up her neck and nibble on her ear lobe. He put a hand behind her neck, placing a delicate kiss on her voice box. She threw her head back, giving him access to more of her neck. 

He sucked on a spot under her jaw, making her squirm on the bike. His hands found their way to her thighs, giving them a light squeeze. "Toya..." She whined when he placed a wet kiss on her collarbone. He felt the bulge in his pants grow when she said his name like that. 

"You're going to drive me crazy if you moan my real name like that, doll." He growled into her ear. He cupped her cheek, looking down at her half-lidded eyes. He slowly brought his mouth to hers to finally kiss her after days of wanting to do it again. 

But he jumped back when he felt something slither against his ankles.

He looked down to see an orange tabby cat, now trying to climb up Yami's pants. She awkwardly smiled at him, putting a hand behind her neck to massage it. She let the cat climb into her lap, looking away from Dabi's eyes.

I got cockblocked by a fucking cat, Dabi complained to himself.

Yami tried petting the cat's head, but it suddenly turned on her, hissing and slapping her hand away. The cat jumped off her lap and ran off somewhere else. 

"I bet that cat came here with the sole purpose of ruining the moment," Dabi grumbled.

"Seems so..." Yami chuckled, avoiding his eyes. She cleared her throat and threw her other leg over the bike. 

"We should get back home."

Silently, Dabi got on behind her, putting the shopping bags in between them. Never in his life did he think a cat would manage to ruin his entire day.

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#dabi #toya todoroki #todoroki toya #toya #touya #dabi x oc #dabi x reader #mha #bnha #mha dabi

[lex-loudestwoman]

folklore lyrics and story: the 1

I can't even tell you how excited I am to dive into this iconic escapism album born of the early COVID lockdown days of depression, cat hair, endless TV, and maybe a little too much white wine.

the 1

I think Taylor is singing to a past version of herself in the 1. This version of herself was able to be openly out and about in NYC, going on dates with women she met on the internet (Karlie's tweet in 2013, anyone?) and maybe even decided to come out one day.

I imagine this as if Taylor was walking through her beautiful NYC neighborhood and saw someone who reminded her of her younger self, and this is the conversation she would have had with that version of herself if they had bumped into each other on the street.

In the song there is "me" (first person POV, this is the narrator) and "you" (someone else) and "we" (person one and person two).

The Taylor of Spring 2020 is "me," while the old Taylor who was allowed to live life in public with Karlie as besties back in the 1989 era is "you," and "we" is actually Taylor referring to her more comprehensive "self" - the amalgamation of all her past selves who led her to who she is today.

It's also important to look at the use of verb tenses in the song so we understand what happened when in this story. There's the present tense, talking about the here & now, and there is the past when "we" were still something.

I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit Been saying "yes" instead of "no" I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though

(Please, dear reader, I need you to know that I fully wrote these first two lyric sections THREE TIMES before they finally saved. F u tumblr drafts!! moving on...)

Taylor is catching up with this other person who she ran into maybe unexpectedly. The chat presumably starts out with pleasantries, to which Taylor responds "I'm doing good I'm on some new shit, I've been saying yes instead of no." Taylor gives the surface level, instant response of "doing good" and then expands to give the other person more information. Taylor is on some "new shit" and she's been saying yes instead of no. This new shit is probably her acknowledgement of yet another reinvention and a New Taylor. If this person knows Taylor well, they'll understand that she is regularly deciding who the newest version of her will be, always on her new shit!

Taylor describes a big change between the old and new her, which is that she is now saying yes instead of no. I think that means Taylor isn't automatically responding to everything unexpected or questioning with "no," she's not on defense anymore and isn't jumping straight to denial, deflect, defuse. Now, she's saying "yes" and allowing herself to be more open, vulnerable, and honest in her truth. She's probably trying new things that were once uncomfortable or scary for the old Taylor.

Taylor tells the person she's speaking to that she thought she saw them out one day (maybe at The Bus Stop in the West Village) and was a little let down to realize it wasn't actually them. This means that the current interaction is likely a positive, pleasant encounter.

I hit the ground running each night I hit the Sunday matinée You know the greatest films of all time were never made

Taylor hits the ground running each night. I think this line refers to Alice Merton's song Hit the Ground Running, which is ABOUT MERTON STARTING HER OWN RECORD LABEL.

Today is August 15, 2023 and when Taylor Swift launches a fucking record label I want you all to know that I called it. Just for the record.

Also there is definitely more to dig into about Alice Melton, who has a ton of similarities and connections to Taylor Swift, but that's for another day. So Taylor updates this person about whatever it is she's working on professionally right now (karma is fucking real bitches).

Taylor also hits the Sunday Matinee. I think this refers to the candid photo collection published by Brooke Smith (aka Dr. Hahn on Grey's Anatomy) which illustrates the collective misfit nature of the punk rock community in the East Village in the 1980s. Specifically, this community thrived in THE BOWERY NEIGHBORHOOD. Brooke described the punk community as a bunch of disenfranchised kids who never really fit in and then found a welcoming family in punk.

So Taylor is also telling this person about how she's building her community and documenting it in photos right now. (Maybe flagging for the Long Pond Sessions? More Polaroid imagery?) I imagine her community members are Jack Antonoff, Aaron Dessner, Zoe Kravitz, Marcus Mumford, Bon Iver, and others in her music creating community throughout folkmore.

Next Taylor shares a knowing reflection with the other person, acknowledging a shared experience here. She says "you know, the greatest films of all time are never made," kind of in a "you know how it goes" kinda way. *shrugs*

I'm not sure exactly what she is referring to with the greatest films of all time line. Lina Naktine posits that the truly great films aren't made because of fear of profit loss. Great films take risks, and great film industry executives don't want to risk their bottom line to try something experimental or bold. So, even though incredible scripts are written and submitted for funding and development, they're never made. Following this thought process, Taylor is lamenting the fact that art and expression are limited by the oversight of big studios.

This line after the last two references of authentic, self-governing community in music and music rights, profits, and ownership in music labels hits really hard. Taylor is up to something big but she's playing it really casual as she catches up with this person.

I guess you never know, never know And if you wanted me, you really should've showed And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow And it's alright now

Okay, so this is where we finally hear from the other person. They respond to Taylor, saying, "I guess you never know, and if you wanted me you really should've showed." The other person seems to disagree with Taylor's thoughts about the greatest films of all time never being made, they posit that they might eventually be made, you never know! This person goes on to acknowledge the elephant in the room: their history with Taylor.

Here's where my theory of who "you" is referring to is important. I think "you" is the version of Taylor from 1989 Girl Squad era of Taylor's life, if she had been able to keep that identity instead of reinventing herself for Reputation. So Taylor is talking to the carefree, single life that she lived in the early days of her NYC Lifestyle.

"And if you wanted me, you really should've showed." 1989 Taylor is acknowledging that present day Taylor wishes she hadn't lost 1989 Taylor's life, and 1989 Taylor tells her that if she really had wanted this life for herself, she should've showed her true (gay) colors back when she had the chance.

"And if you never bleed you're never gonna grow." 1989 Taylor criticizes Taylor here, pointing out her pattern of protecting herself from bleeding by cutting and running and reinventing herself anytime someone gets too close and feels potentially threatening.

"And it's alright now." I think this is as if 1989 Taylor has been living out & proud for the last 10 years and she's telling present day Taylor that everything she was afraid of happening turned out alright now.

But we were something, don't you think so? Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool And if my wishes came true It would've been you In my defense, I have none For never leaving well enough alone But it would've been fun If you would've been the one (Ooh)

The POV changes again, Taylor of present day is speaking now! She's reflecting on the 1989 era of her life wistfully. Taylor reflects on those years of her life, her roaring 20s, the wishes she made tossing pennies in the pool. And she tells us that if the wishes she made in her best best friends era with Karlie had come true, she would've been 1989 era Taylor forever.

Taylor goes on to say, "in my defense, I have none" which means "in my defense, I am defenseless, I am vulnerable, I have no shield." And she is defenseless against "leaving well enough alone," implying that she messed with a perfectly good situation when it was well enough, and her interference is what caused the 1989 era to end.

She goes on to underscore her belief that it would've been fun to stay 1989 Taylor, dating the love of her life in plain sight under the sweet disguise of friendship.

I have this dream you're doing cool shit Having adventures on your own You meet some woman on the internet and take her home We never painted by the numbers, baby But we were making it count You know the greatest loves of all time are over now I guess you never know, never know And it's another day waking up alone

Taylor of today is now talking about and to 1989 Taylor. Present day Taylor has a dream that the 1989 Tay is doing cool shit, having adventures on her own, maybe she'd even be on the online dating apps and meet some stranger woman and take her home! Taylor dreams of having the ability to be in a normal, low-key, low-stakes relationship at this stage in her life, compared to the complications and heartache that go with a seven year long love affair while stuck in the closet.

Taylor keeps talking about how she behaved back in the day. This is now the "we" of the song- Taylor of the present is calling herself "we" when she thinks back to what the 1989 era was like, because both she and this grown up 1989 Taylor were both there. She says that they never painted by the numbers, but they were making it count - I think this means that they broke the rules back then and did things differently than people expected them to, but she reflects that the unusual way she did things back in ~2014 worked for her then.

"You know the greatest loves of all time are over now." Taylor of today tells 1989 Taylor that the greatest love story of all time (Karlie & Taylor) is over now, which implies that this conversation happens during a Kaylor breakup. Taylor adds a little hope into the discussion, bringing 1989 Taylor's words back around - I guess you never know if the greatest love is over now, it could be alive still, or it may come back around.

"And it's another day waking up alone." Taylor updates 1989 Tay on the current state of her life - she's waking up alone, no lover beside her in her bed.

I, I, I persist and resist the temptation to ask you If one thing had been different Would everything be different today?

Taylor of today is thinking to herself now, trying to keep herself strong and not ask the question she desperately wants to know the answer to: if ONE thing had been different, would everything be different today? If she had made one different decision in her life, would everything else have changed for the better or worse? I think she's thinking about The 1975 Kissgate ~event~ of December 4, 2014, or something else related to stepping out publicly with Karlie back when things were much simpler.

We were something, don't you think so? Rosé flowing with your chosen family And it would've been sweet If it could've been me In my defense, I have none For digging up the grave another time But it would've been fun If you would've been the one (Ooh)

Taylor ends up the conversation with her past self, again reflecting on the fun they had and lamenting the loss she feels when she thinks about this potential other life she could've lived. There was rosé flowing with her chosen family (gay!), and it would've been sweet if that version of herself could've stayed around as a long-term identity and persona.

She again states that she's defenseless against digging up the grave another time, which must be why she's alone now. But she can accept that things are different, daydream about what could've been, and eventually walk away from the one.

If you made it this far, THANK YOU!! I'd love to hear your feedback, your unhinged Taylor/Kaylor theories, and please send me any tie-ins you find that support or conflict with my analysis. Let's use those AP English Lit skills and be the DEAREST of readers.

XOXO, The Loudest Woman this town has ever seen

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BRACKET 2 FINALS 2: THE THIRD PLACE BATTLE

CASPER versus MR CRINKLES

CASPER

The definition of "The lights are on but nobody's home" this is in fact an extremely pretty boy and likely a subcategory of himbo. He is so friendly and yet so intimidating to strangers. A big ol baby. Bastard son of a Maine Coon, a Siamese, and a Mountain Lion. Thinks of nothing but snacks and snuggles.

PROPAGANDA

Behold! My son! Much like his father, a grumpy old man since birth despite not looking a day over 10 (What do u mean he's almost 12?!)

Big old baby who much enjoys snuggles, snacks, and escaping out onto the front patio to sit frozen on the steps until someone realizes he escaped and saves him from the big scary outside

He has also learned v well that if he tucks himself under an arm he gets to watch his dad knit/crochet

. . . . ngl I didn't expect to get this far so

more photos for the wonderful folks who voted for my dear boy

he's had a tendency to make that particular face since dental work means he had to get his top fangs removed and I find it hysterical

One last bit of propaganda just to sweeten the pot

MR CRINKLES

He is very large by genetics but also hes fat. Hes got black fur but in certain lights its brown. Hes got yellow eyes that are very large (like him). He loves cuddling and bullying submitter's other cat (sometimes and she bullies him back so its even) Hes scared of people who he doesn't know well and somehow fits himself into the tiniest of spaces. He just goes limp when submitter picks him up. He likes to play but he does it with as little effort as possible. He likes to sit by the window and make noises at the birds.

PROPAGANDA

We got him from an animal shelter, and he used to be a scrawny little thing. He loved food and would go as far as to Dive Under the legs of our other cat to get to the bowl. He used to chase birds into the house when he was younger, but as he's gotten older, he makes fewer attempts at hunting. Now he just lays around and watches the birds from the window. Hes very cuddly. He'll storm into my room (often in the middle of the night) demanding to be cuddled and pet. Hes a big cat and very fluffy. He goes limp if you pick him up and often "melts" off of furniture :3

Hiii more pawpaganda for my boy Mr. Crinkles

Today we will be highlighting his silly little relationship with his "sister" Frankie :3

We got Frankie after we got Crinkles. She was old and would hiss at him whenever he passed her, for apparently no reason. Later though, we found that he would hide behind things, and Jump Out At Her just to scare her. They fought a lot at the beginning but now they're on more stable grounds. Sometimes youll catch them sleeping on the couch together (though i dont think they want us to know they like each other)

Theyll still chase eachother around the house and frankie still hisses at his for no reason sometimes. But I think its more of a sibling thing then a real dislike :3

- Crinkles has many nicknames !! Such as, chub chub, crinky butt, stinker, meow meow, crinkle maninkle (we love making up words), handsome and so many more its stupid

-If you meow at him, he will meow back! If you meow at him enough, he will run up to you and body slam your legs

-He doesnt mind getting his nails trimmed. He will lay on his back with his head dangling over your legs and you can cut away

-He can be a bit of a stinker sometimes, sometimes biting us for no reason (softly but still, ouch!) But, if you tell him not to, or my personal favorite, "thats not nice. we dont do that", he will simply glare at you and sulk away

-If our dog walks up to him, he will groom her. Its very cute

-We have bird feeders in our windows, when he sees the birds, hell sit by the window and make little clicking noises

-Hes also just very cute and a little dumb and so you should vote for him :3

Lots more photos of him:

#polls #cat #cats #catfight two #catfight two finals!!

[therapycat21]

Hi, I love your writing! I’d love a Travis one shot where he’s a guest on our podcast or we’re one of the sports interviewer after a game and we engage in a lot of flirty banter which ends up with him sliding in our dm’s!

Call Her Daddy?

Request? Yes/No! Description: Having the most famous podcasts on the internet, You have a guest who loves to flirt. Note: Thank you so much! It means the world. Here is your request! Much Love, TherapyCat21

"Hello, I'm Y/n and welcome to call her daddy, on today's episode we have three three-time Super Bowl champion and tight end for the Kansas City Chiefs, please welcome, Travis Kelce!" I smiled and looked over at the 6'5 bearded man in the lavender fluffy chair with headphones and a mic.

He smirks before bringing the mic to his mouth "Hello, hello thank you for having me" He smiles at the camera and turns back to face me. He never fails to have a smile on his face.

"So congratulations on your current win, I was grateful to be one of the fans in the stadium watching live this year and it was amazing to witness, how have you felt recently after all the chaos with winning a third Super Bowl?" I ask.

"Uhm it definitely has been chaotic since but things are kind of slowing down now, right now I'm kinda just relaxing and taking a good time off, eating a bunch of junk food before the next season" he chuckles.

I laugh "Hey, I would do the same if I did what you do, what's your favorite junk food?" I questioned "Definitely gotta be spicy nacho Doritos or the chunky chips ahoy cookies. " he smirked

"ooh, those sound good! but the real question is, what drink?" I smirk back. "how bout this, I'll give you the brand and we both try to name the same?" he suggests. I nod in agreement "Okay, I'm down." I tell him.

"Okay so the brand is Fanta" he looks at me with a lazy smirk. I squint my eyes at him before they widen. He claps his hands together in excitement "You know damn well which flavor I'm talkin about! On the count of three, we say it at the same time!" He tells me. I nod

I laugh before sighing "Okay ready?" I questioned, He nods

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

"GRAPE!"

I jump from my seat laughing, as I settle back in my seat, he leans over and we high five "That's my girl, I knew you'd get it, great minds think alike" he says with a lovesick smile.

I smiled back "This has been awesome, thank you so much for coming on today, I definitely needed this!" I say with the most genuine smile I've had in months. He nods, clasping his hands together "No thank you, It feels good to be interviewed like this, We really have to do this again." he suggests.

I nod over at him "Absolutely, thanks to Travis for making room and coming onto Call Her Daddy today," I look at the camera "Please remember to like and subscribe and remember to check back soon to see who the next guest is next week! Bye everyone!" I wave at the camera before the signal is off.

I look at Travis "Seriously thank you so much for making time and coming on today, it means a lot " I tell him as I stand up from my seat. He stands "No thank you needed, It was refreshing, I needed this"

My social media manager comes over to us "Okay, can we get a picture of you two together to upload for this week's episode?" She questions.

We both nod and shuffle closer together and I finally see how tall he is compared to me, He places himself practically touching sides, throws his arm around my shoulder, and lays his head on the top of mine and we both smile as the picture is captured.

"thank you both so much," she says before walking to upload the picture.

We let go and hang out for a little longer before his manager tells us it's time for him to attend another event. We stand up from the seats we sat back on to talk more and hug each other goodbye.

I finally get back home and decide to take a shower and watch some TV with my cat when I get a notification, I open Instagram to see tons of notifications from the picture of me and Travis my manager posted for the new episode.

I look over to see a new message request, I click and see it's Travis, I smile before clicking the notification to see he tried sending me a message.

"I had an amazing time with you today, I was hoping we could do it again but this time at a nice restaurant at 8 this Friday? Let me know soon!"

I sit in shock before I respond

"Absolutely, here's my number so we can discuss this more (xxx-xxx-xxxx) ;)"

Twitter:

@user212121: Did y'all see how he was looking at her??!!!???

@furefchids: Their vibe is amazing, they go so well together!

@fhrhffds: Did not expect this pair but absolutely living for it!

#travis kelce #travis x reader #famous!reader #kanssas city chiefs

[pennywaltzy]

What Stork Brings (5/?)

So I finally updated after threatening to do it since December! Unfortunately, this update comes with some sad news: while My and Pi were based on real cats, the introduction of them was written to mourn Pi's passing. It is with a heavy heart that I announce that My has passed today, so this chapter is dedicated to @greenskyoverme and My's memory. But I do hope you enjoy some more domestic fluff between Spock and Jim.

What Stork Brings - After Spock and Kirk begin a relationship that gets to the cohabitation stage, they decide to adopt, which is an adventure all on its own. But with the help of their very own Stork, they find the perfect children for their family.

Part 1 | Part 5

As soon as Stork had left, they had contacted the crew and told them the news. Everyone seemed excited as well as happy for the fortunate turn of events, and that pleased Spock. He had not realized how much he wanted his friends to approve of his choice, and while he knew they would accept any child he and Jim chose to adopt, the fact there were twins and they were older had been something he thought maybe Chekov or even Sulu would balk at. But they all seemed to think if it worked out, T’Pol and Sorick would be a good match with them.

The other had come over for dinner and conversation, and they had talked late into the night, to the point Jim was yawning as he was trying to carry on a conversation. Eventually, the others had taken that as their cue to leave, and Spock and Jim got ready for bed, the cats running underneath their feet. My seemed to particularly want attention, and while Jim got settled into bed Spock fed her some treats out of her hand, a special treat for her. She stood on her hind legs and ate the treats with just her mouth; she never put her paws on Spock’s hand or arm, but she seemed to prefer getting her treats this way.

“You know, we’re going to have to childproof the apartment,” Jim said as Spock finished feeding My her treats and got settled into bed next to him. “Did your parents childproof the place when you were a toddler?”

“I don’t remember,” Spock said, frowning. I would ask, but my father is busy and…”

“And your mom is gone,” Jim said quietly. He reached over for Spock’s clean hand and brushed his fingers against his palm. “I like to think she’s here with us. She led Stork to us, and Stork knew about the twins.”

“Illogical.”

“You can just let me feel this way,” Jim said with a slight pout. Spock softened Indeed, the human side of him liked to think his mother would be pleased with the serendipity of it all: a Vulcan named Stork at an adoption agency, half-human/half-Vulcan twins, a happy son. She had loved Uhura and he sometimes wished she’d grown to love Jim as much as he did.

“I suppose.” Spock clasped their hands together, threading his fingers in between Jim. “Toddlers are an ingenious lot if Sulu’s stories of Demora are any indication.”

“Well, we already My and Pi proofed the apartment. I swear, I’ve never seen a cat jump as high as My does before. It shouldn’t be that much harder to toddler-proof it. We can ask Sulu for help and do it before the zoo visit.”

“We don’t need to rush, but I suppose asking for advice would not be remiss.”

“I just want to show we’re ready and that we really want them. I just hope they like us. They don’t have the quirks that most Vulcans have, but…”

“But what, Jim?”

Jim moved his thumb and parted their hands slightly, rubbing his thumb on Spock’s palm. “Will they be okay with a human father? I mean, you’re going to outlive me, even if I get into my 100s. They’re going to outlive me.”

“If we adopt them I am sure they will love you as much as I do, t'hy'la.” Spock shut his eyes, letting the slow, steady movements of Jim’s thumb calm him in the way all Jim’s little touches did. “We will miss you when you pass, but there will be fond memories That will be enough.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am.” Spock leaned over and pressed a kiss to Jim’s temple. Jim grinned, shutting his eyes and yawning at the same time. “Go to sleep, Jim. Tomorrow we can work on making this place appropriate for a pair of toddlers.”

“Alright,” Jim said, not opening his eyes as he settled more against Spock. “Night.”

“Good night,” Spock said, softly, letting go of Jim’s hand as the thumb movements stopped completely and reaching over to turn off the light. He settled in next to the man he loved and shut his eyes. Yes, this was a good move, but if Jim had doubts about their differing life spans, he needed to rectify those fears as best he could. And he would, again and again, for as long as Jim drew breath. He would assure Jim that he was the love of his life and every moment was special and that when he passed there would be no one else. He would live with his lifetime of memories and be content.

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Villainous Love that Unfolds on a Moonless Night - Alfons Sylvatica (bitter end)

Alfons: Oh? Have you “woken up”?

As if triggered by Alfon's smile, Kate's thoughts begin to clear up. Why did she even think that they were lovers when they've only just met? She's shocked by the anomaly she had considered to be the truth until just now.

Kate: You were using your ability on me, weren't you?

Alfons: How perceptive of you. That is correct.

Alfons explains that when he whispers to someone while touching their neck at the same time, that person will see what he's saying as the truth. Kate tries to think back on the first time Alfons had touched her. It was back when they met on the stairs, when she needed to find someone to be her lover for the day. Kate asks him why he did that and Alfons replied that it was all for fun. He wouldn't pass up the opportunity to play with the little robin who ended up wandering into the den of evil.

Looking back on it, Kate knew that something was off since the very beginning. Why didn't she realize that he was using his ability on her though? Was that also an effect of Alfons' ability? The man before her, who she had thought was her lover not that long ago, now looked like the devil.

Alfons tells her that reality's too painful; it'd be better to just dream. He reaches out for her neck, but Kate quickly covers it with both of her hands. She can't let herself be near him anymore. Kate jumps off the bed and stands against a wall. She demands to know how much of what she saw today was real and how much was an illusion. Alfons asks her if there needs to be a distinction. Knowing would neither bring pleasure or comfort. Kate replies that she needs to get a better understanding of him so she needs to know what the truth is. Alfons suggests that she just accepts what she saw as the truth. With a shrug, he adds that what people call the "truth" is often a strong belief.

Kate adjusts her disheveled shirt while feeling a mess of sadness, frustration, and embarrassment. Why not just enjoy herself? The sight of Alfons looking at her while lying in her bed without bothering to fix his clothes makes her uneasy. How can he be so nonchalant about this? The man finally gets off her bed when Kate gets dressed. He tells her that even though the illusion's gone, the sun's still setting. Why not continue pretending to be lovers for just a little longer?

When Alfons approaches her, Kate backs away. He laughs and compares her to an unfriendly cat. It's cute. He assures her that he won't be touching her neck again. They can continue their little game while keeping her sanity. Kate purses her lips at his attempt to calm her with a soft, coaxing voice. She agrees to stay with her until dinner since she still needs to do her assignment. Alfons commends her for her hard work and bends down to kiss her. Kate quickly covers his mouth with her hand. She won't allow him to kiss her. Alfons just shrugs and gives up without a fight. The touch of his lips on her palm lingers and the luxurious dinner they had together was tasteless.

Several days later, Kate goes to the workhouse to find out what really happened that day. This time, an amicable woman greets her. When she asks the woman about the previous director, the woman informs her that she can't tell anyone except those related to the director.

Kate thinks back to that day, to the familiar smell on Alfons when he returned from talking with the director. What she smelled that day, before he spoke to her, was blood. She'd need to ask him just to be sure, but she also doesn't want anything to do with him anymore.

As she hurries back to the castle, she spots Alfons walking with woman into an alley. Kate tells herself to pretend that she didn't see him and to just move on, but curious wins her over.

Alfons and the woman say their goodbyes, and the man tells her that he loves her. For some reason, hearing those words makes her heart ache. The woman disappears through a door and Alfons turns toward Kate. He never though he'd ever be alone with her in a seedy alley. She really enjoys pain, doesn't she? Kate asks him if that woman just then was really his lover. He answers that of course she wasn't. He was just showing her the illusion of love for some entertainment. It was all consensual, he assures.

Kate asks why he'd do something like this. Didn't he tell her already? Because it's fun. Everyone's tired of reality so why not have some fun spending time making each other feel better. Kate asks if that means he wants to escape his own reality. Of course he does, so he understands how everyone feels.

What is Alfons trying to escape from, Kate wonders. In that moment, they hear a small meow. A calico kitten rubs up against Alfon's feet. Kate wonders if it's a stray. Her cute behavior leaves her dumbfounded. Alfons bends down and pets the back of the kitten's neck. At least the part about cats being attracted to Alfons is true, Kate remarks. He tells her that he has silver vine on him. Surely cats also love to get intoxicated on sweet pleasures too.

This man had told Kate that he toyed with her for his own amusement, but that might not all there is to it. The thought came to her as she watches him pet the cat. She asks him if the black cat from that day was real. Who knows, he replies. He's forgotten. Kate feels like the true Alfons is hidden in what really happened that day. She still doesn't what was an illusion.

Kate tells Alfons that there's something that she hasn't told him. She doesn't want him to use his illusions on her ever again. She'd like to face the true him properly, she thinks to herself. Alfons says that he can't promise her that. He's the type to fired up when he's forbidden from doing something.

Kate doesn't think she can stop need to know who this man, cloaked in sweet illusions, is now.

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