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thenextchapter22 · 3 years

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Mail Order… Kitten Girl

Part 4: Demons?!

Description: Satan accidentally orders a special type of ‘cat’ online after having a few too many drinks…

Tags: Past Abuse, Past Non/Con, Slavery, Pet Play, Cat Hybrids, Fluff, Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content

Pairing(s): Reader/Everyone (but Luke)

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Part One Part Two Part Three

+++++ MINORS DNI +++++

You had been given clothes first. Asmo, the flirty one, lead you to his bedroom. It smelled like flowers, and fruit, and while it was nice it was a little overwhelming to your senses at first.

“Here, sit on the bed and I’ll grab some clothes for you,” he said softly, and sat you on the edge of the bed. You cared not that you were as nude as the day you were born, and he didn't either. It was typical of Kitten Girls to be so and you had been trained for it; Master’s liked their Kitten’s ready at all times.

Asmo disappeared into his walk-in closet, and you looked around the room, bouncing on the bed. It was soft and warm, you wanted to sleep in it.

“Ah, here, this should fit you perfectly!”

You jumped as he emerged from his closet. He had a few pieces of cloth in his arms, and they all looked cozy and you even saw a pair of fuzzy socks. You had never had those before. This was a real treat you would take advantage of.

He sat on the bed next to you, smiled at you again and thus giving your body slight shivers. Something in his eyes made you feel pleasant.

You waited for him to do something, but he seemed to be admiring your face. The staring was nerve wrecking. “You’re very beautiful, little kitty,” he eventually stated. “Can I pet your ears?”

You blushed, but nodded. "You can,” you softly spoke in the quiet room.

He squealed. His fingers were delicate on your head, and he scratched in the right places before he carefully stroked over your ears. Such a gentle touch, and he made sure to be slow about it. You found your eyes closing in contentment.

When he stopped after a minute, you pouted. And you realized you’d been purring, too, which made your cheeks burn. You curled your tail around your waist and squeezed, a distraction you had done over the years to get out of your own head.

He giggled. “I think you should get dressed. Then we can go to see what Beel made for you to eat.” Asmo handed you the stack he’d set on his side. “You can change here, or go into my closet. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”

You shrugged. You were already nude. This was one of your Masters’ rooms after all. Putting on clothes within the first hour of being here was strange, but if it was what they wanted…

You slipped on the underwear, cotton, and loose pants, also cotton, then the tank top and after that the sweatshirt. Everything was either pink or pink and glittery, but not uncomfortable. You had to adjust the pants to make them a little lower so it could be freed. You sat back down and put the socks on. You felt so warm and soft, almost sleepy. But Asmo said food was next, so you kept your eyes open and looked to him for what to do.

He smiled, and his eyes sparkled. “Good. Let’s go to the kitchen,” he said, and took your hand to lead you out of the room.

_+_

The kitchen was packed with people. You hadn’t ever been around so many in one room in a very long time. You counted and they were all there, all the men from before in the first room, probably to because they wanted to see you. They stared at you, almost ogling but not quite, and then went back to doing whatever else they were doing.

You followed Asmo to the center of the room, and glanced around, taking in the many different types of machines and types of food all over. Some of it looked quite strange, but you supposed that you hadn’t been in an actual kitchen in a while. It was mostly served to you in your rooms, or in a cafeteria style.

“She looks cozy, Asmo,” said the sleepy-looking one. He sat on a bar top with a spotted pillow, his head pressed down into it. His head tilted sideways so he could speak clearly.

“Thank you Belphie. I wanted our new darling to be cute and comfortable,” he said proudly.

You looked down at your feet, sliding them on the tiled floor. It was fun, like skating. You smiled and did it again, and then sucked in a breath when you bumped into a solid chest.

You backed up and put your head down, shaking. “S-s-sorry,” you stuttered.

There was a large hand on your head, and you ‘oof’ed. “Don’t worry about it.”

You glanced up to see a large red-headed man, the one from before that mentioned food. He grinned at you. “Your hair is soft, and so are your ears.”

Blushing, you said, “Thank you,” quietly, again. So far, they hadn’t told you to be quiet, so you hoped you would be able to speak a little more here. It was nice to hear your own voice.

“So, what did you make for her, Beel?” asked the white-haired man. He stood over the red-head, Beel, who was cooking in a large pot on the stove.

“A simple broth soup. Not sure what’s she’s eaten before, so something lighter will be good.”

You inhaled, and sighed. It smelled salty and sweet, and the rich aroma made your stomach growl.

The men all laughed. You hid your face in one hand, and your other flickered with the tip of your tail in nervous habit.

“Well, I assume she’ll like it from that noise,” Lucifer stated with a smirk.

Beel turned his head and smiled. “It’s ready.”

You were the only one who ate (but you did see Beel sneak some, but it wasn’t your place to speak against a Master). It was nerve-wrecking, but you didn’t care. It tasted so good. You drank the entire bowl and had seconds, and Beel seemed glad to dish it out. Then you sighed in delight and purred, licking your lips and cleaning your fangs with your tongue.

Lucifer let you settle for a minute before he spoke. “Now that you’ve eaten, I think we should all take a seat in the common room and talk.”

Everyone got settled on the sofas and chairs in the next room. It was a nice little set up, books and a fireplace, and soft light from the lamps surrounding the furniture. You made to sit on the floor closest to Lucifer, because no one permitted you to sit on the couches, but he gave you a look and pointedly glanced at the open seat beside the white-haired man.

You sat obediently and straightened your back.

He cleared his throat. “I think we should all start with introductions. I’m Lucifer, the eldest brother.”

The one beside you moved frantically in his seat and grinned. “Oi, I’m Mammon, the second oldest and the Greatest!”

There was silence, aside from some beeping, and you looked up to see everyone glaring at the purple-haired man.

“Levi!” a few of them shouted.

He jumped and made a crazy noise. “W-what? Oh, I—I’m Leviathan, but just call me Levi, you normie.”

You frowned. Did he insult you? There was no way to tell.

A sigh from the blonde across from you with crossed legs. “My name is Satan. Pleased to meet you.” He smiled, and it was very sweet.

“You know me, darling~ My name is Asmodeus, but I prefer Asmo,” he said with a flirty wink. You felt gooey on the inside looking in his pretty pink eyes, like he was entrancing you or something.

The large man smiled. “I’m Beelzebub, but Beel works, too. Whatever you want.” He hit the sleeping one beside him, and sighed. “This is Belphegor, but just call him Belphie.”

You looked around found them all staring at you. They were all family, which was nice. All brothers. You twitched in your seat, their gazed almost pressuring you, and you didn’t know what they wanted to happen next. But then, they were introducing, so that meant…

“I—I don’t… my name...” you didn’t go by any name, not anymore. “Just call me… Kitten.”

They nodded, or smiled gently. They seemed to understand and respect that, and you almost cried with relief and happiness. Your new Masters were so kind.

Lucifer clapped his gloved hands together. “Well, we should get you a room then. I also want to let you know one more thing, seeing as you are part Human and are probably unaware.”

He went on to explain that they were all… demons. And you were in a place called the Devildom.

You laughed. You hadn’t laughed in so long, and it felt good. “You—ha—you are—haha,” you couldn’t even speak, the idea was so absurd. It was totally wrong of you to laugh at your Masters but you could not help yourself.

Yes, you were part cat, but that was just genetics, this was an entire Heaven/Hell, and God and the Devil thing. That was no way true. If so, God would not have allowed you to go through what you did. Because if he did, then what kind of God was he?

Lucifer was pissed off. “You dare to laugh?”

Then, an unspeakable event happened. Smoke appeared, black and wild, all around him. And you looked and saw several types of smoke appearing around your other Masters as well. The sleeping one was no long asleep, and had his own smoke covering.

Once it cleared, seconds later, they had drastically changed…

Horns of different shapes on all of their heads. Tails or wings, fluttering about. Fangs, sharper than yours, prominent on their grinning or sly smirking lips. Outfits with chains, leather, and flamboyant colors, jewelry that sparkled and gleamed. It was magical, and insane.

You paled, and opened your mouth to scream. “DEMONS?!!”

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You were panicking. This was not happening. You were sent to Hell? Did you die? Demons were all around you, and they looked so scary. Big and demanding presences all over the room.

There would be pain, and torture. Blood. Again, blood, but this time worse than before. Because a paddling from a human you could take, but what about torture from demons?

They were not human . They were evil.

Lucifer’s wings were huge, and black. Levi had a serpent’s tail, and you pictured it around your neck. Mammon’s chest was bare, marked with white, and he looked so strong. The list went on and on, scarier and scarier, you started to hyperventilate. You barely had a chance to look at anyone else, too frightened to open your eyes.

“Calm down.”

The hand on your arm made you scream, and you pushed away whoever touched you. You fell to the floor on your knees, and held your hands over your ears which were flat on your head.

“She’s shaking, what should we do?” asked Mammon.

“I believe we should start by shifting back, so she isn’t quite so frightened of us.”

“Good thinking, Satan,” Beel responded.

They were talking, but you barely heard them. You rocked yourself, hoping to comfort yourself in the motion.

There was a rush of air around you, then a pressure over your body, and you moved your hands from your head to grab the fabric. It was a blanket, thin but still soft. You rubbed it, the sensation soothing you a little.

“Kitten, you can open your eyes now, it’s all right.” Lucifer’s voice rang out.

You inhaled, exhaled, and did just that. They were normal again. Or rather, disguised as normal.

There was a hand in your face, and a Kleenex. You took the offered tissue from Asmodeus, and wiped your eyes and nose.

“W-where am I?”

“You’re in the Devildom, sweetheart,” Asmo replied with a sort of pitying look.

After you sat back on the sofa in the corner, blanket secured over you, Lucifer explained what the Devildom was, and who they were, and the entire time you were listening with apt attention. You were so amazed by it all, until he said ‘Demon’s’ again and then you freaked out.

“W—will you h-hurt me?” you murmured.

A soft hand on your hair behind your ears, it was Satan standing beside you. He smiled and shook his head. “No, Kitten, we won’t hurt you.”

You leaned into his touch, and he scratched around your ears. You sighed. That was nice.

“Are you… g-gonna to keep me?”

“If that’s what you want.”

What… you want? You got to decide? You swallowed and nodded. “Please. I’d like to stay… masters.”

They all grinned at you, and cheered.

“Yes, this is going to be so fun, I’m going to set a beauty routine for us with face masks and everything, oh and your claws are perfect to paint, what do you think of the color pink?”

“She’s too skinny, we need to feed her more. I’ll look up what cats eat.”

“Beel, she’s not just a cat, she’s human, too. Look up human world recipes so we don’t poison her.”

“Oh, right. Thanks, Belphie.”

“I’m gonna teach her sooo much!”

“Eew, Mammon, don’t be such a perv.”

“Oi, Levi! I was talkin’ ‘bout Poker, not anythin’ sexual! Satan, help me out here!”

“You dug your own grave, Mammon. We all knew you’d be the one.”

“W-what does that mean!?”

You giggled into your hands. They were all so cute, and you curled into the blanket and listened to the chaotic brothers argue about what to do with you. For Demons, they acted like normal people. Well, what you remembered a family of normal people acted like.

Lucifer was watching you, and you looked back at him. He gave you an exasperated look, and you purred into the blanket and sighed.

This was your home now. These were your Masters. Demons, but still... They were yours.

#obey me fanfic #fanfiction #shall we date obey me #reader fanfiction #obey me reader x everyone #mail order kitten girl #hybrids #cat hybrid #my fics #ao3 link #female reader

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writingandmore · 3 years

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Hi!!! May I get a HP, Star Wars, Voltron, and Disney matchup?

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, muggleborn Ravenclaw (with Gryffindor tendencies), and my patronus spirit is Hummingbird. Biromantic Pansexual Genderfluid woman using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. Cherubic-like face, with short height (5'1") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has chic messy/wavy brunette medium hair that reaches to my shoulder, oriental skin, slightly upturned eyes, small lashes, chocolate brown irises, cute flat nose, heart shaped face, full cheeks, cupid's bow lips, a small beauty mark on the forehead, and naturally straight teeth with tiny gap in front (just imagine that it's a mixture of Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲---cause' my friend told me that I kinda look like them). My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam, I sometimes let my hair down or styled like Lara Croft reboot.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant, quiet, and timid at first making people thought I'm a demure, modest, and self-effacing that looks "immaculate" or "one of a kind" (due to my protective mom, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis---like my happiness is too shallow, super talkative, eats a lot (yeah I can finish a huge slice of cake or a meal in one sitting), awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY CLUMSY (mostly gets bruises from hitting, bumping my head somewhere, walking into something on my way, and being careless to my belongings), secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, eager to share what I know (especially about Catholic Church---my past teacher joked that I'll become a saint because of it 🤣), oftenly speaks full of sarcasm with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no.1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself but can be awkward to strangers. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

The extent, I'm expressive, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, laid-back, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic that cries so easily (but will enlightened real quick by smallest things that makes me smile) filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone because they might get dissappointed from expectations---I simply can't stop proving myself too much because I'm a survivor of bullying. But I still managed to be stronger than ever after I stumbled, even it's a slow burn process. I can be blunt, intimidating, harsh, and a douchebag if I receive ends or I got interrupted while doing something. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, forgetful, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic youth, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams and what's important to me) and what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Rowdy and feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will call out on people that we loathe, will make fun of your stupidity (in a good way) before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic and cheeky (makes banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment, but gets annoyed if I received sappy or offensive one), Still generous and concerned person in a subtle and different way.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. I'll include making corniest jokes/puns, sleeping, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD). I also used to learn Italian language a bit.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Loves kittens, milk tea, singing at the karaoke, cartoons, iced coffee, memes, cute things, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, poetry, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes Catholic songs, kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, thunder and lightning, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. If I found out that someone hates or backstabbing or being rude to me, I won't hesitate to throw offensive criticisms, leaving them with a "I don't give a f" attitude. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity, worse scenarios in real life, and how terrible is my love life from unrequited feelings that I got, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family (it sucks that some people I knew assumed that the reason why I'm overly unaware that someone is interested in me in secret, is I have "high standards" looking for a partner, but the truth is I'm strict and I have a personal preferences...I know my worth and I don't want settle for less!) and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some, sounds too hypocritical, like as if you're a morally good person.

𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 + 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗦

My love languages are quality time and gift giving, but I actually swoon over physical touch (especially cuddles and cute kisses) and words of affirmation when it comes to having a partner, though I get attracted so easily, matured but can be a goofy person who's nice, friendly, kind-hearted, loving, faithful, and excels in academics is my cup of tea. Whenever I have a real life crush (which is rare), I act the same but deep inside, my heart is about to explode and will eventually share to my trustful friends how I highly admire that person, however if they spilled the beans out, I'll obviously deny it and will cry if they like someone else, it will take some time for me to move on, now I don't care for them anymore.

Best Friends to Lovers is my ideal trope because I find it very cute since you already knew each other before dating (which happened to my 2nd cousin, she married her best friend!)---perfect balance for romance, laughters, comfort, and tears when it comes to sharing your vibes, being there through thick and thin, safe with embraces, and helping each other to grow.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗦

My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, oratorical skills and I have potential in hosting...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, speaker, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader).

May sounds different but I'm passionate for helping people through my talents and sharing my story to inspire everyone. I may look selfish, but I have a different way on how I show that I actually care also I have a biased sentimental value

Currently a college freshman, learning how to cook. I have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

HP: Remus!

- Remus is also quiet and a bit reserved when he's not in a familiar situation, so your own first impression on him would be a good one, as you'd seem similar to his own personality. He's sweet and is able to start up a conversation if he notices the other person is having a hard time doing so, so hopefully he'd be able to bring out your more extroverted and friendly self after a while so he can be around the more open you. He wouldn't mind you being a bit awkward-he's very much the same way-honestly, the comradery that would come from that would be more positive than anything else. He loves sharing knowledge and learning about new things, so your eagerness to talk about what you know would work really well also! He does a lot better when he knows someone has his back too, so your extra supportive nature would endear him to you as well.

SW: Han!

- Your nicer and more helpful personality would balance out Han's more standoffish vibes when first meeting. You might get on his nerves a bit first, but you'd quickly grown on him and, in turn, make him a bit of a better person. Your ability to be blunt and a bit harsh would serve you well if you ever needed to stand your ground on an issue that two of you have, as he can be quite stubborn.

VLD: Lance!

- Lance can be a bit immature from time to time as well, especially when it comes to trying to be funny or cheering up those around him-he's also headstrong and typically firm in what he wants to do, so your own determined personality would attract him to you a lot as well. He often puts off things he needs to do if they make him anxious too, but if you both recognize that you share that problem, helping each other might be a good solution!

Disney: Flynn!

- Flynn is quite a sarcastic and teasing person, so your own humor would match well with his. He's also quite a hopeless romantic as well, even though he's certainly not one to admit that right off the bat. He enjoys singing, and as he gets closer to someone he feels more comfortable doing so in front of them, so a partner he's been with for a long time would get to see him be more and more open with it. That also applies to activities like dancing.

#hp matchup #remus lupin #sw matchp #han solo #vld matchup #lance mcclain #disney matchup #flynn rider

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oneboxofmatches · 3 years

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Hi!!! May I request a HP romantic and friendship matchup on both eras? (Preferably male), thanks in advance! 💞

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, Ravenclaw, and my patronus spirit is swan. Bi Pan Genderfluid girl using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. A friend of mine told me that I (kinda) look like Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 (a Netflix animated series), but the exception is I'm short (5'1.2") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has messy/wavy brunette medium hair, chocolate brown eyes, oriental skin and a small beauty mark on the forehead. My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant and shy at first cause' I dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis, talkative, awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY clumsy, secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over any wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, sarcastic person with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no. 1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), and will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

People thought I'm a demure self-effacing woman that looks "idealistic" or "one of a kind," (due to my protective parents, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, I'm eloquent, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic crybaby filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone, yet I still managed to be stronger than ever, even it's a slow burn process. I can be intimidating, sassy, and a douchebag if I receive ends. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, very indecisive, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive or I might break a belonging due to my carelessness). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic person, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Blunt but the loudest idiotic feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will act like a silent backstabber on people that we loathe, will crack up over your stupid antics before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic who tends to banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment (but gets grumpy if I received sappy or offensive one), still generous and concerned in a subtle way.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 making corniest jokes/puns, 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD).

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Loves kittens, eating a lot, cartoons, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and writings, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity and worse scenarios in real life, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.

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In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some are too hypocritical.

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My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, and oratorical skills...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader). Currently an incoming college freshman, learning how to cook and have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

Thank you so, so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun with this one (as you can tell by some of the really long answers lol) and I hope you enjoy!!

In the Golden Trio era, I romantically pair you with…

CEDRIC DIGGORY

One of the most beautiful things about Cedric is that although he may show some introverted tendencies, he still manages to have a natural gift for connecting to others and allowing them to feel comfortable enough to open up. Really, your initial distance and shyness don't last nearly as long towards Cedric as they would with most other people.

Hearing your laughter brings the widest, cheesiest grin to Cedric’s face. Not only does he adore seeing you happy, but he also recognizes that your anxiety, insecurities, and strong emotions can sometimes cloud up your demeanor. Therefore, it brings him comfort knowing that (for the moment) you’re finding joy. He thrives when you thrive!

However, as much as he loves seeing your more energetic and happier self, it goes without saying that he’s the best comfort for when you’re not having the best day.

Cedric is an excellent listener, so he’ll most likely let you talk without interruption for as long as you need before even saying a word. He wants to make sure he truly understands your current state before acting. He may take a few seconds to process everything after you finish speaking, but then he’ll help you tackle whatever problems you’re facing. He’s especially talented at giving words of affirmation.

Cedric’s listening also comes in handy whenever you talk about your interests! He genuinely loves hearing about the things you’re interested in solely for the fact that you’re interested in them. Side note: you can count on him to be at any music performances, pageants, etc. you may have -- this guy is truly your #1 supporter.

Cedric’s a very good student (though I suspect he’s somewhat of a procrastinator himself), so I can also see you two supporting each other through schoolwork and celebrating each other’s successes.

Like you, Cedric has a strong urge to do the right thing. Talking to him about social issues stirs up a need to help, and I could see you two doing volunteer work together in your spare time.

I like to believe one of Cedric’s biggest love languages is quality time. Don’t get me wrong, this guy loves staying involved and busy. But taking a couple hours to be with you in small ways (even if that means just being in the same room while you scroll through social media) gives him a nice balance.

Overall, this kind boy will be there unwaveringly through the bad times and will laugh just as loud as you through the good!

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

LUNA LOVEGOOD

You wanna talk about the best conversations, relentless support, and overall the most wholesome friendship you could ask for? Luna’s your girl.

Being unashamed to be true to yourself is one of the biggest reasons why Luna is so drawn to you. While she’s very friendly and insightful towards everyone she meets, it can get a bit repetitive for her to constantly interact with people who try to shelter their unique characteristics from the world. In her mind, these unique characteristics are what make people so fascinating! Why should anyone hide who they are?

Luna’s creativity is endless, and I can see it blending well with yours. Collaborating on a personal project outside of school (ex: novel, blog, etc.) together is definitely something I could see you two doing.

Speaking of creativity, finding creative solutions to everyday problems (both in school and in life) is your specialty as friends.

Admittedly, Luna isn’t usually drawn to louder individuals. However, the complexity behind your personality makes it easier for her to know you are much more than what meets the eye.

Speaking of, Luna has a difficult time standing up for herself -- whether it’s because she doesn’t feel a need to or she just doesn’t recognize the meaning behind certain phrases. She NEEDS a friend like you to stand up for her sometimes, and I know you wouldn’t hesitate!

Ranting to Luna is therapeutic to say the least. While her aloofness at times may make it seem as if she isn’t fully paying attention, that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s actually catching every word, and once you’re done she’ll leave you with a philosophical solution that may seem borderline insane/irrelevant when you first hear it, but it strangely makes sense.

Overall, the lack of judgment from either of you is what draws you together. As a result, you build a unique bond that couldn’t be broken even if either of you wanted it to.

In the Marauders era, I romantically pair you with…

REMUS LUPIN

Let’s be honest, it would take you two so long to ask each other out. You were probably already really close friends, but the insecurities and “what if?” questions from both of you delayed an actual relationship.

When you finally started dating, you were both so relieved. You still share a laugh at how almost nothing changed in the way you interacted with each other.

While with mutual friends, Remus sometimes likes to sit back and just watch you, especially when you get really talkative because this is when you become the most expressive. He has the softest smile when you’re actively cracking jokes, discussing something you’re passionate about, or even calling someone out. Sometimes you may be too distracted to notice, but other times you’ll catch him.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” (While that same soft smile never leaves his face.)

You both hold really high standards for yourself in terms of school, so expect late-night study/work sessions to be your best bet for quality time.

Though the occasional instance of walking through/lying on the grounds becomes a favorite for both of you.

Remus listens when you’re particularly struggling through anxiety or strong emotions, but he has to consciously stop himself from interrupting because he can’t stand how he feels knowing you’re going through a tough time.

All he wants to do is soothe you during these moments. If you’re comfortable, he’ll hold you while speaking to you in a soft voice. Remus, the intellectual that he is, is also your best chance at finding a reasonable solution. So if you're not in the mood for calming words, he's also a great person to turn to for answers.

As for your ambitions, no matter what you choose to pursue, you already know Remus is going to be your biggest source of support every step of the way. He’s more than happy to help in any way he can!

Overall, Remus appreciates you, and he’s always going to make sure you know it.

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

LILY EVANS

Lily especially connects to you because you manage to be determined, competitive, and intelligent without sacrificing your kindness, which is something she can relate to.

You and Lily are the C.E.O.s of doing the right thing. Neither of you hesitates to back the other up when it comes to confronting someone because you know it’s justified.

As perceptive as Lily is, you never need to tell her when something is bothering you. All it takes is a quick glance before she puts whatever she’s doing on hold to check in with you.

The reverse works as well. Typically, Lily really doesn’t internally struggle too much, and when she does she tries to hide it. You’re one of the only people who can see right through whatever she tries to pull.

The constant banter between you two is unmatched, but you both know it's because you really care about each other.

Overall, you and Lily have each other’s backs through anything, even when the other isn’t actively asking for help.

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thestyleswritings · 4 years

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Restoration of Faith

REQUEST: (this may be triggering, so i'd understand if you chose not to write it). first-time consensual sex. Y/N lost her virginity in a sexual assault but has been to therapy. It took her a while to be comfortable with sex, but now she decides she's finally ready to have sex with Harry for the first time. He know what happened wants to make it a positive experience for her so he's super gentle and attentive.

"I'm... Nervous," she admits, biting her lower lip once again and truly testing his resolve. Her lips were always a key part in his fantasies. Contrary to her words, she rocks herself onto his growing length, making the pair of them shiver.

"You don't need to be nervous, princess. This is all you. We can do whatever you want and nothing more. The ball is in your court." Harry tells her softly, though now his voice has a gruffness to it that she's only heard early in the morning.

Harry meets a girl who’s been through something awful and falls deeply in love with her.

Warnings: Smut, TW // Mentions of abuse and self-harm

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Therapy had saved her life. She was ready and willing to admit that. After her attack, she stopped texting, calling, going out. She wouldn't make contact with anyone for anything, even her professors had thought she'd dropped off the face of the planet. She wasn't eating, she wasn't sleeping, and she wasn't showering. She also had a very nasty habit of hurting herself, even if only a little bit, just to feel something. The sting of a cut, the scorch of a lighter. It took her somewhere close to 3 months to even get out of her head and call a therapist.

It had been another 6 months into therapy that she'd met Harry. Before he arrived in her life, she always kept the same routine to feel as if she had more control over her life, never failing to tick every box to the letter on her list of daily activities. It helped her feel like she was really in charge of her life, an exercise her therapist taught her, and consistently praised her for continuing on her own.

The day she met Harry, everything she had structured in place for herself shifted. It started when she missed the bus she normally took to her weekly appointment, kicking herself for snoozing her alarm one too many times. She typically didn't even take advantage of the function on her phone, only she'd been feeling hazy for a few days prior and figured a moments peace couldn't hurt anyone. With a scowl on her face, she decided she'd just hoof it there and apologise profusely for her tardiness once she arrived.

Only she never made it that day. One blasted thing after another got in her way, making it nearly impossible to get to her destination. Pavements were closed on one road, traffic being directed in a never-ending stream on another. It was maddening. She could almost feel herself unravelling towards a breakdown when a man spoke to her left, nearly causing her to jump from her skin.

"Sorry love, was only asking if you knew another way 'round this intersection. I've got an appointment at a quarter til, and it's just about half-past now. I didn't mean to give you such a scare," the man sounded sincere, honest, apologetic. She felt the very corner of her lips raise at the notion. An honest man? Unfathomable.

"S'alright, I'm just a bit caught up in my mind, innit?" She offered, tone teetering on cheekiness.

"I must be too, s'why I'm on my way to therapy. Though it seems like every bloody traffic cop in London would rather I didn't make it there." The man scoffed lightheartedly, dramatically rolling his eyes for her amusement.

"Oh, that's actually where I was headed." She offers, not exactly sure why. She didn't owe him any further explanation of her presence on the street, but here she was, still giving one. It felt nice. She hadn't so much as double taken a man since what had happened to her, but there was something so welcoming about him. So she dared to ask his name, creating an inevitable conversation. She made a note to let her therapist in on this major break in her recovery realisation.

"'M Harry. You?" He said, glittering eyes gazing into hers.

Another 6 months down the road, she felt her throat close up as her heart sank to her stomach. She and Harry had laid down a sturdy foundation together in the time leading up to then, strong as mountains. They'd quickly become the best of friends, laughing at all the same corny puns and jokes and learning every little quirk that made the other up. She knew things like how he took his coffee, and what kind of jam was his favourite. She knew where he'd grown up, who he was friends with in another life, strange dreams he had, what sort of dumb things he and his sister fought over when they were young. But she also had more intimate knowledge, things like his deepest fears regarding his family, his future, if he'll have a family of his own, his regrets. And he knew those same things about her. She trusted him by showing him what she'd done to herself when she needed to bring herself back to reality. She told him what she was ashamed of, both things she had done and what had been done to her. She spoke openly about how her purity had been snatched from her grasp, although kicking and screaming. She cried to him when she felt small. They had even told the other they were in love.

That's what scared her half to death. She knew she loved him with the entirety of her soul, but she was afraid, almost petrified, to take her clothes off in front of him. She had a few unwelcomed touch-memories when he'd come up behind her and laid a hand on her hip innocently, or when he'd spontaneously kissed her neck and she nearly lost her mind.

And he understood that. He couldn't imagine the kinds of trauma buried beneath her skin, the levels of paranoia that were bestowed upon her. From the nights she spent at his flat, he knew she sometimes would even jump in her sleep. It made him upset. Not because she was subconsciously jumping from his touch, but because someone made it that way. He would never forgive himself, even if the thought was beyond irrational, for not meeting her sooner. He wished more than anything to take that pain off her shoulders. To erase the searing memory she was still so harshly burdened with. Of course, he desired her physically, but he would never be able to live with himself if he made her feel pressured or uncomfortable. What kind of monster couldn't wait to be intimate with her? It kept him up some nights, but he'd never tell her that. She felt guilty enough as it was during their waking hours, he couldn't add to her burden by telling her he couldn't sleep sometimes while thinking of the horror she went through, cuddling her to his side deeper as she slept soundlessly.

So when she went to Harry and sat on his lap, curled up like a kitten, he was a bit taken aback. He loved a cuddle and was one of the snuggliest creatures she had ever had the pleasure of meeting, but they usually only cuddled once they were in bed, where she felt the safest. He didn't dare protest, silently complying and raising a hand to get lost in her hair, petting his fingers against her scalp lightly.

"What's on your mind, pet?" Harry rasped quietly, voice tired from the full day he'd had at work. She had been home all day, thinking of ways to break the conversation, fibbing and telling him she was skipping the day's class to stay at his flat and complete her essay, bringing her one step closer to her master's degree.

"Just thinking. I love you, I've just been thinking about you all day." She admits softly, pressing a kiss to his neck just below his ear.

He feels a blush run over his cheeks, feels himself inflate with affection and giddiness, much like a puppy getting its belly scratched. He couldn't help the goofy smirk adorning his lips, he just felt too good not to.

"Yeah, baby? I love you. I'm so crazy about you. You're always on my mind." He tells her, not caring how utterly lovesick he comes across at times.

She flushes, though it comes with a tingle that travels from the top of her head to the tips of her fingertips and toes. It's almost like she can physically feel his soul in hers and she feels alive. She truly can't help but give his neck another kiss, wetter this time, and joined by several others. He shudders and she feels it, making her blood sing in her veins. She couldn't remember a time where she felt so in love, so safe and so free. She felt like she and Harry could soar the greatest heights together, the pair of them unstoppable when they were together. It was an incredible feeling.

"What are you after, baby?" He questioned, not wanting her to stop but also wanting to see where her head was at. He didn't want her to make a rash decision if she would end up regretting it later down the line.

Instead of answering outright, she removes her face from his throat with one last kiss. Her eyes are doe-like and Harry's heart stutters. She'd never looked more radiant or confident than in that moment. Taking her lip between her teeth, she looks down between them to catch his big hand in her smaller ones. The air thickened instantly, the pair of them seemingly holding their breath.

"Just.. wanna be close to you. Wanna love on you, if you let me," she purrs, causing the hairs on Harry's neck to come to a stand and his tummy to flutter. She can't be implying what I think she is? He thinks to himself. It's not that she's never shown her attraction to him, he just can't believe today could be the day he's finally allowed to touch her. He's thought about it countless times, dreamt of it even, and it nearly brings a tear to his eye that she finally, finally feels comfortable and safe enough to physically show him love.

"Yeah? Show me how you wanna love on me, princess." Harry breathes, light filling his green eyes. He wants her to show him exactly what she wants, willing to go to the ends of the earth for his girl to be whatever she wanted.

She's back to feeling shy, not really knowing how to initiate this. She knows he'd take the ropes if she were to hand them over, but they both know how important it is that she takes control at this moment. This is her choice.

She looks into his eyes and her breath stalls at the look of love he's sending her. She dives back in, kissing Harry with a fervour he's never felt from her. He can practically taste the lust dripping from her tongue onto his. Gingerly, she presses herself against his lap where he's already sporting a mainly solidly stiff prick. As silly as she feels for it, the presence of it shocks her, ripping a gasp from her puffy lips. The feeling sends her into a frenzy, pulling back with wide eyes and a rapidly rising and falling chest to meet his gaze once more.

"Mhm, you feel it? 'S for you. Always is," Harry admits with a blush. He's no stranger to dirty talk, but he wants to take precautions with her. He doesn't know how filthy he can be without sending her back into her shell.

"I want you, in every way. Stayed home to pluck up the courage to do summat about it. And to take a very, very thorough shower that involved a lot of bending and twisting to get everything shaved." She tells him, a raspberry blush appearing beneath the skin of her cheeks. He's in awe again, of his darling girl.

"Cheeky thing. Lied to me about why you stayed home just so you could strategise how to jump m' bones?" Harry chuckles, grabbing her waist delicately before making the motion to stand.

"Gonna bring me to bed?" She asks breathlessly, nerves still getting the better of her. But she won't let her fears and self-doubt get in the way of another night she could've spent wrapped up in her love. Not anymore.

The moment she feels the plush mattress beneath her, she can breathe a bit steadier. Even if they hadn't used the bed for its extra-curricular purpose, it was still a major staple in their relationship. She knew this place, and she felt safe here.

"Take off your clothes." She instructs simply. If she were to get through to the rewarding bit of this, she had to hurry and get to it already. The build-up was the worst part. His lip curls at the command as he does what she asks. He leaves himself in nothing but his tight black boxer-briefs, kneeling on the bed before advancing. Watching and waiting to see if she would ask him to do something else.

"Come here, please," she begs of him, reaching an arm out to grasp the back of his neck. He's awfully careful as he crawls up the bed, hovering over her much smaller body, not putting an ounce of pressure on her.

"I love you. I love you so much. I-I wish you could've actually been my first," she begins, but he stops her.

"I will be." He assures her, "If you didn't say yes, it wasn't your first, princess. I know I've told y'that. This is what you'll think about when you think about your first. I promise you I won't let any other thought come up." His voice breaks as he cradles her face, finally dropping his body to rest against hers. The kiss he lands to her lips shatters her and mends her at once, feeling the love and healing he put into it.

"Please, I don't know what I'm doing yet," she mumbles against his lips, grazing her hand along his length. He draws back to look at her once before he's moving down the bed again, placing kisses to her neck and gripping the bottom of her shirt. She can faintly hear him asking to undress her through the blood rushing to her ears and she nods. She may be inexperienced, but she isn't naive. She knows exactly what he's headed down to do, and more than anything, she's excited.

"Aw, princess, s'this all for me?" Harry coos his rhetorical question softly upon seeing how incredibly aroused she'd become, kissing the softest and squidgiest bit of her thigh; right up top.

"You know it is," she whimpers, threading her fingers through his thick strands. Before she's even finished her sentence, her panties were pulled from her hips. She ignores the unpleasantly familiar sensation of someone that isn't her taking them off. Harry. It's Harry.

"God princess, might be down here a while..." Harry breathes, voice drunk. She peers up at him quickly enough to catch the strong drag of his tongue against her slippery lips. The noise she makes would've made him laugh in other circumstances, a squeak, instead he grunts and grinds his hips into the mattress. He might not even make it inside her before he's tapped out.

The movement of his tongue picks up each time she squeezes the handful of hair in her grasp, which is quite often, and he's loving it. He doesn't think he'll ever get enough of her sweet peach now that he's had his tongue inside her. She can't describe the feeling, she just knows that she would be asking him to replicate his actions often. She tenses up as her clit makes its way into his mouth, hearing the filthy slurps and moans coming from his lips. She could finish just from the sound of him. She thrashes when she feels a finger tease the rim of her opening, subconsciously kicking at Harry's shoulder before he grabs her ankle and kisses it.

"I's me, princess. S' just me. Let me make you feel good, sweet girl." His voice calms her immensely, shaking her head and focusing back on him. He's so good to her, it feels like karma's personal apology to her.

"Sorry," she says sheepishly. She knew it would happen, she just hoped she hadn't ruined the mood. As if she ever could.

No more words are spoken as she feels his finger back at her hole, lips leaving kisses to her lower tummy. He slides it in further than the rim this time, sucking her clit into his mouth to alleviate any discomfort she may have felt. He thrusts his finger in steadily, not too hard but definitely not as soft as he'd been at first. She appreciates him attempting to keep some normalcy.

"Wait- Oh! Feels good, really good. Wanna feel you now, please-Please!" She nearly surrenders to her pleasure when he adds another finger, curling them right up against her spongy wall.

"Gonna make you come first, princess." He tells her, not bothering to break away from her clit. The vibrations in combination with his unrelenting fingers send her spiralling over that edge she'd wanted to fall over with him. Her moans are strangled as she reaches her orgasm, the sound bringing Harry to a pile of mush below her, still working her through it.

"Mmm," she tries to form words as he hovers back over her, but she can't seem to find any. She's overcome with a multitude of emotions that she suddenly can't convey. She feels loved, she feels proud, she feels safe and she feels clean.

"Can pick this back up tomorrow, my love. You seem sedated." He jokes, kissing her lips and leaving behind a lingering taste of herself. She shakes her head, grabbing at his hips and pulling them down to her own.

"Want it now," she breathes, kissing his neck where she knows he's the most sensitive. And who is he to argue with that? He's about to stand to get an emergency condom he keeps in his closet before she clears her throat. His attention is back on her immediately, looking for any signs of hesitation.

"M' on the pill," she mutters shyly and Harry's jaw drops. He gets to have her and she'll be bare? This day could not get any better.

"God, you're perfect. I love you," he reminds her, peppering kisses to every inch of her face possible before reaching down to take her hands and guide them to his pants. "You do this bit. You've waited long enough," Harry encourages her, slipping both their fingers into the band before letting go of hers.

When she yanks them down, she's floored. That's what I've been missing? She thinks. It's thick and tall, standing between them with a certain strength and glory. He doesn't miss the look in her eye, but he doesn't call her out on it. He has all the time in the world to tease her about her awe of his cock another day.

"Sure you want to do this?" Harry checks for the hundredth time. She kisses his nose and nods before taking a deep breath.

"I'd never regret this. I'd regret if we didn't." She assures him, gripping his torso in one hand as to brace herself. He nods, knowing her word is final.

He's gentle as he strokes himself and even gentler as he lines his cock up with her delicate little hole. He cannot believe he's about to have sex with the love of his life. He can't believe how lucky he is to be her first. Her real first. The first lover to have her this way, the only man who gets to say she's his.

The initial push causes a sting to shoot through her lower half, throwing her mind to the last time she'd felt it, but she powers through. It's Harry. It's her lover. The man she trusts with her entire life. She hears his breath hitch instantly, only having pushed the tip and a bit more in. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, indulging in the feel of his girl before opening them to check on her.

"You okay, beloved?" He asks, voice beyond strained. When she gives him a nod, he pushes more of himself into her until she's hitting his side. His head snaps to the side, expecting a look of fear or pain, but to his utter surprise, he sees a look of pure bliss. He knows he's up against her spot, feeling the rough patch massage his tip. He uses this knowledge to his advantage, bottoming out at this angle, catching the spot the entire time he glides in and sending her into a frenzy of sorts. Her legs instantly locking onto his hips, giving him little leeway to do much else but fuck into her right onto her spot. She clenches around him as he pulls back, almost like she didn't want him to move his hips away from hers for even a moment.

"Feels, god! Feel so good, angel. My sweet baby, yeah? Feel good for you?" Harry rambles, nipping the skin of her neck to distract himself from blowing his load right then.

She's a mess, physically unable to stay put for more than one thrust. She never thought she'd be doing this, never thought she'd even make it through the year last year. The fact that it's her Harry just pushing her further and further into space.

"Mhm, so good. What, what are you doing? S' really nice. Does it always-?" She's a moaning mess as she replies, feeling a particularly solid strike at her beloved spot that she didn't know existed until now. He chuckles at the unintended compliment to his performance.

"Feel this good? Nah, s' because we're in love," Harry begins, but the feeling was too overwhelming, causing the word 'love' to come out as if he'd been hit in the stomach with a steel baseball bat. As if the spoken emotional intimacy turned him on to a point he couldn't stop himself from coming. He couldn't help it as the feeling travelled from deep in his belly, shooting out all the love he could produce, spilling into his princess.

"Mm, fuck Harry, I'm about to-" She moans at the feeling of his warmth spreading inside her and he cuts her off with the rapid movement of his nimble fingers down to her clit, still pistoning his hips into her, prick softening but still effective as she came.

Harry collapsed on top of her, wrapping an arm around her back to press their bodies even closer. He was still inside of her and she could feel the spurts still going as she came down.

"I'm so sorry... I literally couldn't stop myself from-" Harry begins, but she laughs. Laughs like she hadn't laughed in a year. A genuine laugh that drew tears from her eyes and an ache to form in her belly. His cheeks and ears grew red as she continued to laugh, thinking she was laughing at his premature end.

"Hey, it happens to a lot of guys! And I got you off again, don't make fun of me," he pouts, beginning to retract his arm from around her before she grabs a hold of it.

"Not laughing at you, doughnut. I love you so much, and you did get me off again. I'm laughing because I feel, I don't know. Clean." She admits, kissing his temple.

"After that? Should feel right sticky, I know I do," Harry gests, leaving her a kiss to her own temple before pulling out slowly. She gasps at the hollow feeling, but she has an inkling he may not mind filling her right back up whenever she wanted.

"You know what I mean." She rolls her eyes, allowing his arms to encompass her.

"I know, baby. I'm glad you found the strength in yourself to do this. And not just because you let me shag ya." Harry hums, kissing the crown of her head.

"You're an idiot," she teases. She couldn't be more in love if she tried.

"'M your idiot."

And yeah, maybe the idiot had a point.

Thank you for reading! This was a little difficult to write for personal reasons, but I hope this piece was alright! Please share your feedback/thoughts!

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #405

“today i went to therapy, told him the embarrassing issues that i’m having with my life / he told me that i need to change; life is not a video game, so stop playing & open up your eyes”

What was your favourite sweet as a child? Things like Baby Bottle Pops, Ring Pops, Airheads, etc. Do you like to wear socks to bed? NOOOOOOO. I don't wear socks unless I have to. What’s your favourite berry? Strawberries. If you have a job, how long is your shift? I don't. Do you like sunflowers? Well yeah. Are you counting down for anything? No. Are you watching TV? What’s on? No. Do you have make-up on? No. I haven't worn makeup since last October. Are you any good with kids? People have told me I am, but I beg to differ. What if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? We're both cisgender women, we physically couldn't. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years time? It'd be nice honestly, but I kinda doubt I will be. What is your favorite card game? Magic: The Gathering. What is the weirdest thing you’ve done in public? Ha, probably the times I've gotten down on the ground beside the road to photograph roadkill... More than once has someone stopped and asked if I was okay, haha. Favorite sleeping position? Twisted half on my side and stomach with my legs just sorta splayed out. What is your dad’s name? Ken. Have you ever been on a diet? Multiple times. Do you own any jersey shirts? No. Are you proud to be of the nationality you are? There are two moods I have on this: I'm either neutral or embarrassed. Can you remember what you last clapped for? Omg the woman who facilitates my TMS treatment was telling Mom and me about this one time a tiny snake got in the lobby and I did a lil squeal and clapped a bit because I was just excited to hear about a little snake, haha. What is the geekiest part of your music collection? *shrug* Maybe game soundtrack music. What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night? Well, not really the fridge, but w/e. I'll usually get a granola bar or something of the sort. What is the little physical habit that gives away you're insecure moment? Kneading/wringing my hands together is a dead giveaway. Do you have too many love interests? No. How much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for one year? If you want honesty... probably no amount would lmao. I rely way too heavily on the Internet for so many things. Do you talk a lot? It depends on my mood and who I'm around. Do transient, homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you? What a fucking awful question. They don't annoy me. It can be awkward driving past them, but they're in no way annoying. Do you consider yourself to be a nice person? I definitely try to be. What is your ideal marriage location? Either a gothic-looking mansion or something of the sort or a wooded area in the fall. Do you tell your friends about your sex life? I don't have one to talk about. Would you ever admit to having done plastic surgery of any kind if confronted? Yeah? No shame. What kind of watch(es) do you wear? I don't wear watches. What do you cook the best? My family likes my scrambled cheesy eggs... basic as that is, haha. When my sisters would go to Taco Bell all the time and save the hot sauces for later use, I would use some packets in the eggs I cooked. Honestly amazing. What's one car you will never buy? "Anything that is two door, or low to the ground." <<<< This right here. On the other end of the spectrum, I also won't ever buy a car that's high up. I need a good medium so I can actually get in with ease. What's one thing you're a sore loser at? Hm, I dunno. What kind of first impression do you think you give to people? "Wow, she's awkward." What's one thing you like to do alone? Draw. When's the last time you cried? Not long ago at all because I was just so exasperated over my weight gain. Do you think you're cute? God no. Do you have problems changing clothes in front of friends? I don't change in front of anyone if I can avoid it. Did you like kissing the last person you kissed or the one before that more? The last person. I gotta say I was not a fan of kissing Girt because for whatever reason his lips were ALWAYS wetter than lips naturally should be and I just didn't dig it, man. That and every kiss with him was awkward. Whose bed other than yours did you last lay on? My mom's. What turns you off immediately? Acting sexist, to name one. Which city do you particularly enjoy visiting and for what reasons? I don't like going into cities. Do you often take pictures with the camera on your phone? No. I don't like the camera on my phone. In the past year, have you lost weight or gained weight? How much? Gained. You don't need to know. What year was the last car you rode in/drove? I have zero clue. What’s your worst/funniest experience with one of your neighbors? "Worst" and "funniest" are very different... but I can tell you the worst easily. At my childhood home, our next-door neighbors had a pair of Rottweilers in their back yard within a chain-link fence, and we had a LOT of outdoor cats at the time. (I will emphasize every time I bring it up to NOT keep cats outside.) Somehow the dogs got loose and went on a rampage trying to kill our cats; one young one was killed, while our fearless mother cat, Chance, literally fought them off to defend her new kittens. More were maybe killed, I honestly can't remember. My mom was hysterical and threatened to call animal control if it ever happened again. I was absolutely, utterly heartbroken. The last time you burned your tongue or mouth, what were you eating? Ummm I want to say it was some sort of pasta that I didn't let cool long enough. Honestly, are you shallow? Far from it, honestly. Can/could your parents tell when you were lying? Not always. Besides clothes, shoes, and accessories, what’s your favorite thing to shop for? I love window-shopping at Morph Market, haha. AAAAAAAAAALL those ball python morphs, man... *drools* Does/did your parents ever go through your computer or cell phone? When I was younger, Mom was very intent on figuring out why I was always so secretive about what I did on the computer (mostly RP-related things) that ohhhh yeah, she'd do some digging. The night she finally snapped, demanding I tell her my passwords to everything, and she ultimately found out about me being a forum RPer, was literally almost traumatic to me, I think. I know, that sounds INCREDIBLY overdramatic, but I'm not fucking joking. I was in my room SOBBING on my best friend's shoulder, who was spending the night. I was just so embarrassed, and I *still* am when I share that fact with people I know, even though I have no reason to be. Like I don't do any weird or kinky RP shit, it's just genuine, artistic writing with actual, well thought-out plots, but I still feel like people would think it dumb, childish, and just weird. What song reminds you the most of a particular day in your life? Why is that? "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin. I've talked about it a few times before and really don't feel like doing it again. Do you have any close friends that were adopted? I don't think so. Who, in your opinion, is the best thriller writer? I don't know. Does your mom eat meat? Yeah. Was your dad ever on a sports team? Lots in high school, I believe. Do you prefer thick or thin crusted pizza? Thick, by a long shot. What do you have in your fruit salads? Not a fan of fruit salads. Have you ever spent more than two weeks in a wheelchair? I've only needed a wheelchair once in my life, and that was just to get inside and maneuver around the doctor's office when I tore a ligament in my foot. So no. What are your favorite word? Serendipity, tranquility, lucid, etc.; pretty, peaceful words like those. Is there a lot of drama in your life? Nope. I don't do enough or have enough people in my life for there to be. What are you listening to? An extended version of "Nightsong" from WoW. Do you hear any animals right now? No. I'm sure I'd hear birds if I didn't have my earplugs in, though. Have you ever played fetch with a dog? Yes. Have you ever pet a stingray? No. Who is the last baby you held? Emerson, my youngest niece. Do you have any scars from an animal? Yeah; I've got looooots from my cat playing too rough. Have you ever seen an Igloo? I don't believe so. Do you like Korn? They're high on my list of faves. Are you more afraid of tornadoes or hurricanes? Absolutely tornadoes. Do you like mushrooms? Ugh, NO. Have you ever been on Omegle? No. So do you have a favorite M&M? Just the regular ones. Have you ever snuck out? No. Do you currently feel like you have pretty stable career goals/a pretty stable life plan? Have you ever felt this way? I don't know, man. I know what I WANT to do, I just don't know if I'm ever going to get there. Or if what I want will be financially supportive enough, now that I'm really losing interest in photographing people. I might just have to if I want to be financially stable with photography, which would be okay, but bleh. I'd much rather just work with nature. If you could buy an android that was was convincingly human and could be tailored to be your perfect partner, would you want one? No. I don't want to build my own partner, nor do I want my romantic partner to be an android. I want life to just introduce me to a person who is uniquely themselves, who have built themselves from their own life experiences, and not just have a perfect spouse tailored to everything I like. If you do not identify as being “straight,” can you remember back to your childhood some things you did that were, in hindsight, possible indicators of your future sexuality? Yes, especially in middle school. I thought women were prettier than probably a straight kid would, and looking back, I definitely found the natural curves of the female figure to be attractive. When you consume media (movies, books, etc.) with a romantic element, what sort of romance scenarios interest you most? Hm. I know I prefer serious ones over silly; like I'm a sucker for Nicholas Sparks' style, if that says anything. If you are female, do you feel connected to other women as a class? What sort of things make you feel a strong sense of sisterhood or female empowerment? This is too big of a question for me to feel like delving into right now, haha. But I can say it more so depends on the individual than the gender when it comes to feeling connection over anything.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''game over'' by falling in reverse

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cottagecorewhore420 · 4 years

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One Broken Headphone

A fluffy, WLW, protective girlfriend short <3 ~ 2500 words <3

I hope you enjoy reading it! Please lmk what you think :)

tw: brief mention of physical assault

Corrine had gone downstairs to get the delivery- which thank gods, she was starving. If Marcie didn’t get crab ragoon in her stomach within the next five minutes, she couldn’t and wouldn’t be held liable for any damages incurred.

Right as she was starting to fantasize about the fried piece of heaven her girlfriend was currently tasked with obtaining, a huge clap of thunder shook the apartment.

Philly, the large and skittish cat who Corrine had adopted off the street a year ago, mewled pitifully before a dart of white crossed the room. Apparently, it seemed as if Philly was scared of thunderstorms, if her current location of under-the-loveseat was any indication.

Way too often in Marcie’s past had people called her a bleeding-heart, but even now, when obviously the cat was beyond safe from the storm, she felt a jolt in her chest at the poor, scared, little baby.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I promise-,” she dropped down to her knees, and slowly began crawling over to the couch, moving slowly and purposefully as to avoid scaring the cat any further. She had only just started being trusted by the animal, and she didn’t want to backtrack any progress, especially since she knew how scared Philly was right now.

She received a meow as she continued closer- which, really, was better than nothing.

As another clap of thunder resounded outside, she idly worried about Corrine, but considering Corrine was a fully functioning human adult, and Philly was an anti-social terrified cat, her loyalties at the moment were a little more inclined to making sure the latter was okay. She started moving towards her again, and in doing so heard a crunch underneath her left knee- looking down, disheartened, she saw the broken right earbud of Corrine’s headphones she used on her laptop.

Before she had time to wallow in the fact that she had just broken her girlfriend’s headphones, Philly yowled and jumped from her position under the couch into Marcie’s lap, covering up the now-useless wires with her copious fur.

The cat was obviously really scared of the onslaught of rain outside, and Marcie’s bleeding heart beat again in sympathy for the poor cat, who assuredly had endured these kinds of storms by herself on the streets before Corrine found her.

With that sad thought, she mournfully began petting the fat feline in her lap, talking softly to her, trying to steel herself to telling Corrine that she had broken her earbuds.

“Corrine, I’m so sorry! I just, I- the thunder started, and I watched Philly dart under the couch, and she was so scared of the storm, and I knelt down to talk to her, and I heard a crack- it- I’m- I’ll buy you a new pair, I promise, I’m really sorry!”

All of this was said through a rush of words and teary eyes, the avalanche of apology hitting her as soon as Corrine walked back into the living room with their food.

Marcie looked near tears, sitting on the floor looking dejectedly up at Corrine’s standing-form, and yet, despite her obvious upset, she wouldn’t stop petting and comforting the cat that had been the cause of- well, what was Marcie upset about?

“Wait- I’m confused. What happened?”

Marcie thrusted the pair of earbuds at her, the right one’s speaker pitfully haning out of the in-ear part, obviously broken.

Looking down at the misty-eyed woman, who felt obviously horrible about breaking some old pair of headphones, because she had been trying to comfort a cat- who was even NOW, while upset, more obviously invested in the wellbeing of a cat who wasn’t even hers, Corrine was struck with the thought of “oh, fuck- I love her.”

“Hey, hey, Marcie, it’s okay, I promise.” She set the bags of food on the coffee table, and leaned down to sit next to Philly and her girlfriend.

“First and foremost, I’m glad you were up here to comfort Philly- she’s always reacted really badly to storms. I actually found her right after one, when she was meowing behind the dumpster out back.”

She could see the anguish that caused Marcie, to think of the sweet if not slightly-anti-social cat as sad and lonely.

“Secondly, I have had to headphones for I-don’t-even-know how long, baby. Seriously. I have like three others like that anyways somewhere in my room.”

Marcie looked up from where she had been resolutely staring at Philly’s back, seemingly studying the calico coloration in an attempt to not look up to Corrine.

“Also, honestly, that’s my fault, I’m the one who has a habit of sitting on the floor and then leaving stuff- I promise that’s not the first thing of mine that’s been broken because of me being forgetful.”

“Thirdly, I’m not mad, or upset, or secretly resentful- okay? I promise. I do not care about those headphones. They’re just an object, sweet pea.”

They lapsed into a terse silence, both petting Philly who was purring loudly at the attention, before Marcie spoke up.

“I- ahem. Um.” She swallowed past a lump in her throat, tearing her hand and eyes away from Philly and looking out to the balcony, looking through the window at the storm.

She focused on the sheets of rain as she steadied herself. “My last girlfriend- I accidently broke her- I broke her laptop charger one day. Like, the cable insulator part. I didn’t mean to! She had asked me to plug in her computer, but it wouldn’t attach, so I had taken it out and went to put it back in, and I guess the insulation maybe was unraveling or something, which wasn’t good, cuz it just snapped…”

Corrine was only idly stroking her cats’ fur now, staring at Marcie’s turned-away face, studying the obvious tension.

“She freaked out. She started yelling at me, and saying that I…” Marcie seemed to steal herself, looking out to the balcony intently, as if she was staring down the rain in a battle of wills. “She was saying how I was a complete fuck up, and she didn’t know why she even bothers with me. And that I owed her a new charger, and then she- ahem.”

There was a growing pit of dread in Corrine’s stomach, but she could see that this was something important to discuss if they wanted to build a long lasting, strong relationship. She needed to show Marcie she was safe, now, and protected. And it seemed Marcie needed to heal from this, too.

“She got really pissed, and she had gotten laid off earlier that week. That’s why her computer needed to be plugged in, she had been looking at jobs online for so long. She was just really, really stressed, and then I think I just was the thing that- “

“Baby,” Anne stopped stroking Philly, who seemed wholly unbothered now that the thunder had turned to just heavy rain. The calico got up and walked off elsewhere, apparently content with the amount of attention she had been bestowed. “Why are you excusing her?”

Anne reached out to grab Marcie’s hand, and when she did, Marcie’s head whipped around from her watch point, out to the balcony- there was tears welling up in her eyes, and her nose was bright red. “She hit me. Not just once, but like. A couple of times. She was really stressed, and she just- she started screaming and hitting me and she was so mad, and I- “she started sobbing, and lunged into Anne’s waiting arms, where Anne started comforting her, whispering similar platitudes to the ones Marcie had coaxed Philly with earlier.

“Baby, shh, it’s ok. I am so sorry that ever happened to you- that’s not right. I don’t care if her whole family died in a plane crash and then she got fired and stubbed all her toes. That is no excuse to ever hit you, Marsha Braun.” The serious tone coming from her usually-jovial girlfriend, along with her given name, made Marcie pull back and look into Anne’s eyes, seeming to search for something.

Anne sat there, idly reminded of when her uncle and she would wait patiently in the woods for the baby deer to approach.

Whatever Marcie was searching for, she apparently needed to find. When it seems she was satisfied, Marcie lunged forward again, but to hug Anne, locking her arms around her neck and pressing a kiss into the woman’s juncture between shoulder and neck.

“I was so scared when it happened, Annie.”

Anne’s heart cracked at hearing that, the words reverberated within her, sounding hollow. Marcie was such an abundantly kind, generous, loving person. The idea that anyone could do something such as strike her, multiple times, for doing nothing more than trying to do a favor- it made a fire boil in her veins.

“I’m so so sorry, kitten. I will never, ever, let you feel like that again.” And she meant it. Anne may not look intimidating, but her 12 years of Judo and ample weapons training said otherwise. She had a protective streak a mile wide when it came to those she cared about, and Marcie quickly was entering that realm, despite the two of them only having dated for going-on five months.

“I like that.” The words were soft, breathed into her neck.

“What?” Circles and nonsensical patterns were drawn on Marcie’s back, in comforting sweeps.

“Kitten. I like that- “Here, she yawned widely, also into Anne’s neck. “I like that a lot.”

“Tired?”

“I’m sorry- we haven’t even eaten yet and I know you’re hungry and we haven’t seen each other in days-“

“Baby, kitten, shh- I am hungry, so I’ll go ahead and eat my half while you take a short nap next to me on the couch, hmm? That way you get some beauty sleep, not that you need it-“

Marcie gave a shy grin.

“-and I get to eat my General Tso’s and watch whatever show I want, without having to battle somebody over Kitchen Nightmares or Hotel Hell. And, of course, I get to be next to the prettiest woman in the world while doing so.”

“I love you.”

Holyshitholyshitholyshit- They hadn’t said that yet. They were going tragically slow, and then she just says that! Marcie just said that! Anne’s heart constricted slightly, and she could practically hear the concerto playing in her brain, a cacophony of emotions.

“I love you too, Marcie.”

“Y’know… sometimes I worry it was my fault. She did it more than just the one time. I didn’t leave right away. I just- she had made me feel really really bad about myself. Like she was right, that nobody would want to put up with me. She only slapped me around a few more times-“

A few more times too many thought Anne darkly, listening as Marcie spoke, her voice projecting upwards into the blackness of their bedroom. She was laying on her back, looking to the ceiling, sidled up next to Anne.

“But… the last time, she had slapped me around and then was really pissed and she threw something at Benji. And I just- I felt so bad for my poor boy. He did nothing to deserve that, and I couldn’t let him stay there any more. It didn’t hurt him, thank god, but I left that night.”

Benji. The huge golden retriever that Macie loved; the one she had to put down a few weeks before she and Anne met.

She had only known about the dog through pictures and stories, but she knew he was Marcie’s childhood dog, and she had had him all the way up through college. She had loved Benji so much.

Anne was filled with aches in her soul- anger, brittle and sharp at Marcie’s ex. Rounded, hollow pain for Benji, who was gone. A resounding ache, pointed, for Marcie’s hurt. She didn’t know what else to say, so she said all she could think.

“I’m happy you left.”

“Yeah… me too.”

As they drifted into silence, Anne said a silent prayer, sent up to a golden retriever named Benji, in thanks for protecting her now-girlfriend from herself, when she hadn’t been there to do so.

She hoped the old dog would have liked her- she certainly liked his owner.

#sapphic shorts #my writing #sapphic #lesbian #wlw #lgbt #fiction #romantic story #fluff #protective girlfriend

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winryofresembool · 5 years

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Fic: Kittens and grandparents

Summary: Al and Mei visit the Curtises with Ed and Winry’s kids and encounter a cat problem.

A/N: /Finally/. @finalcam, here’s your giveaway fic! You wished for Izumi and Sig baby sitting the Edwin kids, with hints of Al and Mei, and I tried my best to do it in quite few words. This has honestly more Almei focus than Sig and Izumi but I still hope you enjoy! Once again I have @randomlyopeneddictionary to thank for this idea. What would I do without your help? As usual, comments are very much loved.

Characters: Al, Mei, Sig, Izumi, Edwin kids Alan and Emma (no Ed or Winry tho WHAT IS LIFE?)

Words: 1650+ (more than planned but since I made you wait, I guess that’s OK)

Genre: general, a tiny bit fluffy (because of the cat :D)

warnings: none

“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”

Two kids, a 4-year-old boy with golden hair and equally golden eyes and a 2-year-old girl with a slightly lighter shade of blonde hair and azure blue eyes, were getting impatient. Only a little while ago they had been so excited to get onto a train with their aunt and uncle who were spending the summer in Rush Valley as their family’s guests. However, based on the amount of seat kicking and bickering about the smallest things, they seemed to have forgotten about the excitement already.

The kids’ parents had seemed visibly relieved when Al had suggested he and Mei would love to take the kids with them to see “granny Izumi” in Dublith. It didn’t take Al too long to understand why; the two Rockbell-Elric children could be angelic when they wanted to be, but they were just as stubborn as Edward and Winry were, and also impatient. They had only been on the train for an hour, but this was probably the third time Emma and Alan started chanting the question that was familiar to a lot of traveling parents in unison. Al had hoped that maybe a good meal at the restaurant car would help, but it seemed to make the kids even more energetic than before. Two more hours to go. Thank goodness they didn’t have to travel to Dublith all the way from Resembool…

As the large buildings of Dublith finally started to show, both Al and Mei sighed of relief. At least when they’d make it to the Curtis household they could trust the kids to behave well because they seemed to respect Izumi in a way that neither them or Ed and Winry could never reach. Besides, Sig had a habit of sneaking an extra piece of the kids’ favorite sausage on the sandwich when they were acting nice (as long as they wouldn’t tell Izumi), and it seemed bribery worked pretty well on Emma and Alan too.

Once the kids had gotten their stomachs full (Al and Mei wondered how they could fit all those sandwiches there after the proper meal on the train), they went to take a nap, giving Al and Mei a good opportunity to go outside to see all the familiar places where Al had wandered as a child. Devil’s Nest seemed to be empty at that moment, and Al felt chills in his core as he remembered some not so happy memories from that place. Sensing what he was feeling, Mei squeezed his hand to pull him back from his thoughts, and he smiled at her gratefully.

Continuing their walk, Al noticed that Xiao-Mei who was sitting on Mei’s shoulder seemed to get irritated by something she saw. Her ears went flat and she emited small hissing sounds. The reason for the panda’s reaction became clear soon; Al heard a tiny “meow” behind a box someone had left on the sidewalk. The small furball peeked at them nervously, probably wanting to run away but not knowing to which direction it should go.

“Mei? Could you… make sure Xiao-Mei doesn’t run anywhere? I’m gonna… try to talk to this little pal.”

Mei wanted to protest but put the tiny panda into her bag and saw Al starting to approach the cat. He walked really slowly, not wanting to scare it away, talking to it in a calm and quiet voice. Somehow, he managed to gain the kitten’s trust and soon it was sitting on his hand while he was petting it with the other one.

“Alphonse?” Mei asked carefully. “You do know that someone might be looking for that cat, missing it dearly?”

“But look at it! It’s so small and alone, and it’s gonna be cold tonight. I can’t leave it here!”

“Fine,” Mei gave in. “But just for tonight. You will start looking for its owner tomorrow, will you not?”

“Sure thing, my princess. But just because she’s insisting,” he whispered to the kitten, lifting it close to his face so he could snuggle his cheek against the soft fur.

“Meow!”

…

Some time later, the couple returned to the Curtises to find Al’s nephew and niece already awake. Alan, who was already good at reading people’s emotions, sensed that Al was hiding something, and asked:

“Uncle Al? Why do you look so funny?”

“Yes, Alphonse-dear, do you have something you would like to share with the kids?” Mei asked slyly, and Al had to pull the kitten from his pocket.

“Kitty, kitty!” Emma yelled excitedly. From very early on she had showed interest in animals. The new dog at home had gotten more pats from her than anyone else in the household, but for some reason her parents didn’t let her get a cat.

“Shhh, Emma, please don’t be so loud… If Izumi hears…” Al said, clearly very nervous about his old teacher’s possible reaction.

“If she hears what?” Sig asked, entering the room at a critical moment. Al felt like a school kid again when he tried to push the tiny cat into his pocket, but not before Sig saw what he had in his hands.

“Alphonse, aren’t you a bit too old for that already? You know how Izumi feels about cats. Especially after your brother managed to talk her into keeping that one when you lived here…”

“Did daddy have a cat?” Alan asked curiously when he understood they were talking about Edward.

“Well, he helped me get one when we were little…” Al answered, still looking a bit awkward.

“It was quite a funny story too. Do you kids want to hear it?” Sig asked, smiling at the memories.

“YES!” they shouted in unison.

“Fine. Once Edward and Alphonse found a kitten on our neighbor’s backyard and overheard the neighbor wanted to get rid of it. When she left the house for a moment later that day, the boys snuck the cat into their room even though they knew Izumi would be mad if she found out. Apparently she had had bad experiences with cats as a kid. The neighbor was of course very happy when she couldn’t find the cat anywhere, but my wife got suspicious when she heard they had disappeared. You just don’t keep secrets from her, especially if you’re living under her roof.”

“Anyway…” Sig cleared his throat. “Not much later, she found the boys hanging out in their closet instead of doing their homework, and… it was pretty scary, even for me. But Ed didn’t budge. He had seen how important the cat was to Al, and he wanted his little brother to have this one nice thing, even if it meant he’d get his, um, butt, kicked for it. So, when Izumi asked, why the boys had hidden a cat in their closet, Ed looked her straight into eyes with a very serious expression, and said: “All is one, one is all, that’s what you taught us. We are learning about the circle of life by making it eat the mice in the closet.””

Emma looked a little bit upset when she heard the cat ate other animals, so Sig continued quickly: “Anyway, Izumi just stared at him for a while, before bursting into the loudest laughter I had heard in a long while. Then she just shook her head and mumbled something about the nerve the boys had, but after that the cat was never talked about again. It got to stay in our garage until the boys left back to Resembool. After that we searched a new home for it.”

“Sig? Why are you telling them about the only soft moment I have ever had?” a woman’s voice suddenly said behind the group, and Sig’s ears turned bright red.

“No reason, honey!”

The kitten in Al’s pocket decided to start meowing in that moment, and Izumi rolled her eyes.

“Alphonse, have you still not stopped picking random cats from the streets? Who knows what illnesses they might carry…”

“But teacher… I mean Mrs. Curtis… It’s so small, and it’s gonna be a cold night…” Al stuttered. Mei wondered what exactly had happened during the brothers’ apprenticeship that made an adult man so nervous. He hadn’t been that nervous in front of her father, the previous Emperor of Xing, when she had introduced Al to him.

Everyone was surprised when the little Alan stepped in: “Granma Izumi, it’s not…” he struggled with the words a bit, “… eqi… equivalent exchange if we get to sleep in our warm beds but the cat has to sleep on a cold street!”

It was the first time anyone had ever called Izumi a grandma (the kids had called her that at home but never in front of Izumi herself), and that alone was enough to soften her heart. But she also realized how much the boy reminded her of his father, using alchemy phrases and all, and couldn’t help but smile a bit when she answered:

“You know what, Alan? I guess you’re right. He may stay here tonight. Just tonight, though. Tomorrow you will try to find his home, right?”

“Alright,” Alan agreed, and Izumi patted him on his head.

Watching the kids (and Al) having fun with the kitten later that day, Izumi felt the weird kind of happiness in her chest that she didn’t remember feeling after the boys had left Dublith. Finally, she managed to name the feeling; she was grateful and proud that Ed and Al had managed to go so far in their lives; Alphonse was back in his body, living with a girl he would soon marry, still loving kitties as much as he always had. And Edward’s two children were happy and healthy (and dare she say, quite nosy already), and if they were anything like their parents, they would do well in this world. And that was all she could hope for.

#almei #fullmetal alchemist #alphonse elric #may chang #my fics #izumi curtis #sig curtis #emma rockbell elric #alan rockbell elric

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sitinthelight · 5 years

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Zach’s gone for a few days!

I have the day off today :D I’m in a cheerful let’s get shit done mood!

The reason Zach is gone is pretty sad. He left to see his grandmother who is really sick as her stage 4 cancer is progressing and they don’t know how much time she has left.

Even with everything going on between us, I kind of wish I could have gone with him to see his family and give them my best wishes. I love his family. I will miss them, even if they hate me. They’ve been the closest thing I’ve ever had to a big family and they’ve shown me so much love and adoration. His grandmother who is sick gave me a sewing machine that I finally just learned how to use and it’s a really nice one. She was going to teach me quilting but I’ll probably have to take classes at a hobby shop for that eventually.

So that’s pretty sad but honestly, with him out of the apartment, the sad and negative atmosphere has lifted. It’s just me and the pets (: I’ve already worked on cleaning the kitchen and while realistically, I know I can’t get the whole apartment cleaned in one day, I can fucking try. I’ve been listening to a ton of Kevin Abstract. Like, Brockhampton is really great and I love listening to them but sometimes they can be either tooooo slow (with the newest album) or too heavy. Kevin Abstract is just perfect for what I’m feeling right now and I’m really enjoying it. I don’t know how I got into rap and hip hop and some r&b but like, when I’m in the mood, it’s great. Lizzo has also been my favorite artist to do my morning workouts to.

I do want to make this day off count. Because my next day off is literally next Wednesday. My shifts are mostly 6 hour shifts so they don’t take up so much of my day but like, I never want to do much except relax after work. Zach left his PS4 so I can play Persona 5 (:

Scott got me into it and I’ve been slacking at playing (along with let’s go Eevee) so I may play a bit after I get off work tomorrow.

Zach has been reassuring me that he’ll be fine if I break up with him and it’s been, comforting. Really weird. But comforting. I know most break ups are premeditated to a degree, but this is a little weird to go through. I don’t think he will be fine, but him saying that does make me feel a little better and does show he is being more mature than I thought he would be about the situation. He doesn’t know for sure that I’m breaking up. Honestly, I am having doubts about it myself but like, I need the space to grow. I want to focus on myself and what it takes to make me a better person mentally and physically.

Physically, I’m doing pretty well. I’m having a lot of fun switching up my diet. I slipped up and ate like 3 donuts yesterday because Zach bought a dozen from Krispy Kreme. Like, we have the Original Krispy Kreme location in this city! A lot of things originated from here! Krispy Kreme is one of them.

I should have stuck to just one. I woke up feeling kind of sick and like a sugary bile wanted to escape by going up my throat. I feel better now but I did skip breakfast because of it and just have been drinking a lot of water and a cold brew.

I’ve been experimenting with meat alternatives. Meatless meats and tofu. It’s been an interesting journey and honestly, I feel like I could go vegetarian or even vegan one day. Maybe not full fledged vegetarian. I think I’d still want meat like once or twice a month but I’ve never been that big of a meat eater so I think I could manage. But I found a brand that makes meatless meatballs and ground beef and I’m blown away by how good it is. I also found a way to prepare tofu so that I actually enjoy it rather than forcing myself to eat it so that’s been pretty cool too.

Part of me is pretty excited to share these things with my mom and sister. My sister is doing better with healthy eating. My mom slips constantly. I get my lack of self control from her. She’s diabetic so it’s problematic so hopefully living with me for a little while can help them get into better eating habits.

I’m honestly already looking forward to this period of just going to work and taking classes. I’ll still feel stressed on multiple levels but I won’t have to deal with the negativity that Zach creates and it’ll take a load off of me. I also am already looking forward to moving to Charlotte. I don’t know what kind of job I’ll be able to land over there so I know I won’t be able to immediately get an apartment for a good price in the perfect location or anything. But all I need is a generally safe place to live (being a young female with only mace to protect myself with). I’m already planning on redoing my room design. I have a color scheme in mind. There is a chance that I might already have a roommate but it’s way too soon to know because both of our lives are constantly changing and that’s a-okay.

Charlotte is a cool place. Always things to do. Interesting bars to go to (God, I miss bar hopping and dancing). Temples to visit because I want to learn Vietnamese and more about the culture in general. They have an airport because I do want to travel more. Tons of community groups and clubs and chances to volunteer for things I believe in and want to support. So many opportunities to see my favorite bands and musicals. Lots of places to go shopping. It’s not too far from a lot of cities in NC where I want to go gem mining (I want to join a rockhounding group). I also want to take dance classes or martial arts once I’ve established a stable career and have finished school. Charlotte is hella expensive but I totally see why a ton of people are still moving there.

That’s my current longish term goal. Short term goal right now is to make the transition to moving to Wilson and saving money for Charlotte.

I’m almost done paying off one of my medical bills! That means I’ll have finished paying off two :D and that’s so exciting because then I’ll just have to focus on the credit card debt (most of it is medical too, the irony). All to prepare for student loan debt which intimidates me but I’ll survive. So many people have it worse. I know someone who owes like $70,000 and omg will we please elect an presidential candidate who wants to help eliminate or soften the blow of student loans and just high tuition prices in general.

Like, Biden right now is ranking highest on the list of favorable Democrats who are officially in the running. But I’m just not feeling him. He hasn’t come out with a lot of specific stances yet and is just kind of coasting off his general likability and popularity. I’m kind of disappointed to see him topping the list when there are so many good candidates out there right now! All have their flaws but I’m more focused on how they can change the overall election climate and how this country functions. Because this current president sucks. I’ve given up keeping up with news stories. So maybe I’m a few days late on learning about the newest school shooting or revolutions and riots happening in other countries. Not seeing all of that at once on my newsfeed keeps me from feeling hopeless and overwhelmed and honestly has really helped me mentally. I deleted facebook for like a month and now that I have it back, I honestly have barely opened it.I didn't miss it.

Also, in regards to my last post, I don’t think I’m a bad person. I make unwise decisions but I’m human. I can’t help the emotions I feel, just how I react to them so I’m just going to try being better. My head feels clearer now and like there are still concerns that I have and a lot of hard things to get through, but I’ll get through them! I’ll be fine no matter what direction I end up in or what happens! If the thing with my ex doesn’t work out for whatever reason then so be it! I’ll get over it! I’m pretty, I’m smart, someone out there will find me super interesting and once I start going to therapy, I can learn how to talk to people and make more friends and I’ll be fine in the long run. I just want to focus more on what I want and be selfish for a little bit. I think that’s okay. I think I deserve that.

Cordelia is napping next to me and she’s laying on her back and making funny little snoring noises. Her foot is twitching. Omg, she’s so cute. I’m kind of excited that I probably get to keep her even though she is a little menace. I’m hoping that she’ll grow out of it once she’s past her kitten/young cat stage. So it may be a few years but heres to hoping she’ll become a chill cat.

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zebrashavestripes · 5 years

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Answer all questions for ask game about your cats!!(I'm dying for knowing about ash and Sabby pleeeaase!!😍)

Oh my goodness girl, so many, but okay.

1. Name? Ash and Sabrina2. Fur colour? Ash has grey fur on his back, with white markings on his face and white on his belly. Sabrine is the same, but with black on her back, and a special marking on her face.3. Any family you know (other than you)? They are related by blood as brother and sister, which is cute I think :)4. Age? 21 months old (my babies), which is around 17 in cat years5. Favorite toy? They love playing with cardboard for some reason, it’s super weird. There are cardboard scraps all over my house. And, according to Ash, Sabrina’s tail is his FAVOURITE toy.6. Nicknames? Ash: Ashy, Ashy baby, baby boy, pretty boy, foofy boy, crazy boy. Sabrina: Sabbi, Sabrrrrrrrrrina, Miss, purrty, pretty girl, baby girl, fluffy girl, Miss desperate and more7. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Ash is both of those and Sabrina is neither. Sabrina is too good for you. How dare you be in her prescence? But also, freaking pat her already, she’s desperate, people!8. Length of fluff? So long, omg. The flooofiest. Ash is the fluffiest, just covered in clouds of fur. Sabrina’s fur is long but a bit sleeker.9. Any funny habits? Does eating things they’re not supposed to count? Or the fact Ash always wants me to walk him to the food and keep him company while he eats. Sabrina’s habit of turning around and forcing your hand into her face is a nice one.10. How old were they when you met? 9 months. BABIES11. What does their food bowl look like? They have a conjoined bowl which is bright green and a water bowl with little fishies on.12. Indoor or outdoor cat? They’re allowed to go outside, but Ash prefers to be indoors where he can move and lounge around without cause, where as Sabrina loves exploring outside, she kept escaping when I first got her, lol13. Recent picture?

Sleepy babies.14. Old picture?

BABIES15. Cuddly? Reasonably so. I’m the only one they really let pick them up, but they don’t mind sitting beside you or on your bed and stuff. I actually think it depends on their mood, or how hot it is on the day.16. Ever changed their name? YES. I kept Ash’s name, he was called that when I got him from the SPCA. But Sabrina’s original name was Scamp which we didn’t like because such a name is not appropriate for royalty.18. Eye color? Yellow/green19. How do they express love for you? Ash follows me around the house, Sabrina walks up to me when she comes in from exploring. Both like to be in my room when I wake up. They’re really nice cats. Also, tolerating me picking me up is definitely a sign of love.20. How do you express love for them? HEAPS of pats, feeding them good food, and by telling them all the time through long blinks and actual words.21. Any theories on what breed? I don’t really care about breeds, honestly. What matters is what kind of personality they have, not their genetics.22. Do they ever wake you up? YES. Recent time Ash woke me up: He was meowing for me to get out of bed so I went and saw he had a mouse. Sadly, I was not surprised by this. Recent time Sabrina woke me up: Came into my room and started ripping up my homework, lol. Silly girl.23. How much do they meow? They aren’t super loud, but Ash will meow when we go to get his food because he’s happy about it and wants to communicate. I always meow back. Sabrina’s meow is more squeaky, lol, and she does it when someone touches her unexpectedly of when she comes inside and sees me, or when she’s been picked up and she doesn’t like it.24. Any hiding spots? Ash likes to lie beneath the table and my chair, etc. Sabrina will hide behind the couch occasionally. They have both hidden beneath stools because the fabric will hang down to cover them, bu their paws and tails peek out so I always know they’re there.25. Do they enjoy guests? Depends. A hoard of screaming children? Hell no. A lot of people in one room? Nope! They’ll be in my room the entire time. One person carefully introducing themselves? Okay, now you’re talking.26. Lofty objects to sit on? The back of the couch. Various window sills.27. Wear a collar?(and describe collar?) Yes! They have matching collars. Ash’s one is blue, Sabrina’s is purple. They both have a magnet on to get through the catflap.28. How much shedding? Inevitable with such long-haired cats. There is so much cat fluff all through the house.29. Do they enjoy brushing? Sabrina LOVES brushing. Will purr the entire time, will make you feel so special. Ash hates it. Will only let me do it, and I still will come back a little scratched and bitten. He’s a vicious boy. I love him.30. Ever drink from the toilet? Lol, yes. They leave paw maks on the bowl. But Sabrina prefers to drink from the sink. She’s more proper that way. Sometimes, they even drink from the bowl.31. How do they get your attention? For Ash, meowing usually does the trick. Sabrina, you can call her sometimes but it’s best just to go up to her.32. Embarrassing thing they’ve done? Ash fell out of a window. His face, omg. He was so ashamed.33. Weirdest thing they try to eat? Ash likes to eat peas. There’s no try about it, he does it. Sabrina likes to try to eat paper and cardboard.34. Are they like your siblings, children, or friends? They’re my children. My babies.35. What time do they eat breakfast? Whenever they want. They self regulate their eating.36. Do you cut their nails? No? Why would I do that? How else will they scratch their foes?37. Do you think they understand you? Yes. Of course.38. Ever make fun of them? Of course. Ash can be so stupid and violent (He’s an Ed Nygma, lol). Sabrina pretends to be all innocent and perfect but she likes to play just as much and is SO desperate for the pats.39. Do you take their picture often? When I feel like it. I like taking pictures of them.40. Ever hiss at you? Not really. Last time I heard Ash hiss, it was because a baby was crawling towards him and Ash felt trapped and didn’t want to hurt the baby, so he was trying to tell it to go away. I don’t think I remember Sabrina hissing.41. Ever try to scratch or bite you? Yes :) Attack babies. Ash has no hesitation, loves clawing and biting. Sabrina Will claw to stay attached to you or to bring your hand closer to her face for PATS.42. If you try to grab their paw, what do they do? If they’re in a good mood, they do nothing. Otherwise, Sabrina will pull away, and Ash will bite you or scratch you or both. 43. Do they ever eat bugs? SO MANY BUGS. They don’t discriminate, if you are bug they are eating you. They bring them in to play with before they have their meal. They’re a bit sadistic, although I’m sure Sabrina would protest me saying that. The favourite is Wetas, which are exclusive to NZ as far as I know.44. Canned or dry food? Dry food. It’s better for their fur.45. Weight? Ash is heavier, around 7kg or so last time I checked. Sabrina was closer to 5kg. But it’s been a really long time since I checked.46. Ever got lost? Nope.47. Do you buy them presents? I am their present. I am a gift.48. Do they respond when you call? When they want to, lol.49. Do they ever see other cats? There are other cats on the street, but they don’t like each other.50. Declawed? NO!!!!!51. Funniest expression? Ash makes a face everytime he thinks I’m about to give him food. Sabrina likes to look around with her eyes barely open, silently judging you for being in her presence (and not patting her).52. Favorite place to be pet? Face. Cheeks, chin, fore head, FACE.53. Worst thing they’ve destroyed? A whole frozen chicken. We don’t talk about it.54. Give them a head kiss. I did. Sabrina made such a cute, squeky meow that I had to pat her afterwards. Ash was like “wtf are you doing?” I think he’s only interested in food atm, lol.55. What time of the year is most exciting for them? Spring. They go outside lots and the grass is super wet and they get leaves and shit stuck in their fur.56. Are they good at hunting real prey? They have killed two birds and one mouse and soooo many insects. Does that count?57. Do they ever attack nothing? Of course. Especially Ash. He stupid.58. What are they doing right now? Sabrina’s on the chair, wondering why I left her after giving her kiss and pats. Ash is licking himself.59. How long have you had them? About a year. My last cat I had 8 years.60. If you could have them stay as a kitten forever, would you? No. What would be the point? Cats are more peaceful than kittens anyway.61. Ever baby-talk to them? Everyday. They are babies.62. Favourite napping position? Ash is a lover of the C position, or loaf position. Sabrina is a big fan of Ball of Fur position.63. Have you ever stepped on their paw? No.64. Ever tripped you on stairs? Yes, lol. That’s what they get for running like that.65. Any ear hair? They gots furry ears, it’s cute.66. Favourite view from a window? They like to watch the birds nest out one of the windows, Ash especially.67. Describe why they are precious. Because they just are so preicous. Sabrina is so tiny and baby but also attac and playful but she deny it. Ash is stupid baby, scaredy cat but he attack and pretend to be brave and I love my brave scaredy-cat baby.68. Fit the cat stereotype? Some of them, yeah.69. Chaotic neutral? Lol, Ash is chaotic Evil, but Sabrina is def chaotic neutral, even though she claims to be lawful good.70. Do they enjoy following/ keeping you company? Yes, I believe they do.71. Are you their favourite human? Definitely.72. Do they like tv? I think so. I’ve caught them both watching my laptop screen over my shoulder.73. Favourite noise to make? They love to purrr and make their lil meows.74. If they were a Neko Atsume cat, what would their momento be? I don’t know what is is, lol

Wow, so many questions. You now know so much about my cats.

#ask game #long post #so many questions #cats

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fallen-imagine-angel · 6 years

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Merry Christmas (Harry Potter AU with Peter Parker) Chapter 13

Notes: Hey guys, so here’s chapter 13! Chapter 14 should be up either tomorrow or the next day, hopefully. Also, I’m debating whether I should keep the series going for a little bit longer (I have a couple more ideas I could use) or if I should end it at chapter 15. Let me know what you would rather have happen! And, tag lists for everything are still open! Just drop in my ask and let me know!

Summary: The chapter where you have your first merry Christmas in a very long time.

Merry Christmas - Chapter 13

Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,734

Warnings: none?? this is just a pure fluff chapter? Wow. (okay, I lied. a hint at angst at the end but...just enjoy this chapter, okay? while it lasts)

It’s Christmas day and you’re the happiest you’ve ever been. You and Peter still haven’t talked about it yet, but you’re slowing getting there. In fact, you’re pretty sure the conversation will happen soon. You’re just not sure what the outcome will mean.

“Wake up, wake up! It’s Christmas!” Peter jumps on the bed, stirring you from your deep sleep. You groan and grab your pillow, throwing it in his general direction.

“Five more minutes…” You mumble, smiling lightly when you feel him grab your hands and try to tug you up.

“You missed, and no! No more time for sleep, it’s now time for presents!” He giddily drags you into the living room, you only half awake now.

“What do you mean presents? For me?” You yawn.

“Uh, yeah! You’re family now, whether you like it or not.” He nudges your shoulder with his and gives you a small smile. You smile back and lay your head on his shoulder. Tony and Aunt May walk in moments later, giving you two the look.

“I’m tired, don’t say anything.” You sleepily wave a dismissive hand at them. They just chuckle and start passing presents to you and Peter before finally taking a couple of their own. You look down to see you and Peter both got three presents. You might’ve snuck a present under the tree for Peter at some point.

“(Y/n), you got me something?” Peter grins at you. You shrug slyly and grab your present from him.

“Of course I did. Open it up, I think you’ll like it.” You smile at him. He unwraps it to unveil a brand new Firebolt with his name engraved into the tip of the broomstick.

“You got me a Firebolt!?” He yells, tackling you in a big hug. You laugh and hug him back, savoring his touch.

“Yes, I did. I know you’ve always wanted to do Quidditch, but you’ve never had enough money to buy the broom to play. Now you have a broom. Is it my turn to see what you got me?” You smile and sit up, definitely noticing how his hand stays planted on your lower back.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on. This thing is worth...a lot. How did you afford it for me?” Peter asks.

“Easy, I’ve still got a lot of savings that my parents can’t get to. With or without them, I’m rich. Now, is it my turn?” You grin.

“Wow. And yes, yes it is. I’m positive you’re going to like my gift.” Peter smiles confidently, one hand on your back, the other clutching his new Firebolt.

“I’m intrigued.” You smirk and place the box on your lap, undoing the bow and opening the box. There, sitting quietly is a black kitten.

“So you can take her to school with you when we get back,” Peter explains. You grin and pick up the small cat, pushing the box aside and setting it in your lap.

“Boy or girl?” You smile down at the kitten.

“Girl,” Peter confirms. You pet the kitten’s head, hearing her purr already.

“What should we name her?” You whisper.

“We?” Peter raises his eyebrows. For a minute, you’ve forgotten that Tony and May are in the room.

“Yeah. We’re her parents, so we both get to choose a name for her. I vote Nox.” You coo, snuggling your face up to the kitten’s face.

“Nox? Like the spell?” Peter scrunches up his face in confusion.

“Exactly!” You nod, setting the cat in Peter’s lap.

“I...actually like that. Nox it is.” He nods and starts to pet Nox. You stare gleefully at the boy you love and your new kitten as they get along. You look over to Tony and May who are staring at you and Peter with that face. The face that says “oh aren’t they so cute together?”

“Next presents!” You clap your hands together, knocking everyone out of their love-struck trance. Tony and May laugh nervously, knowing you saw them, as they open their presents.

The rest of the morning goes very smoothly. Then Ned and MJ show up.

“The party has arrived!” Ned announces as he steps over the threshold of the door, making you laugh.

“What did you guys get for presents?” MJ asks, smirking.

“A kitten. And some other things.” You smile.

“A brand new Firebolt. And...other stuff, but the Firebolt was the coolest.” Peter grins widely. You look over at him and smile lovingly. Not that he noticed, though.

“Dude! A Firebolt!? Who got you that?” Ned punches Peter in the arm and runs into the living room to find the Firebolt.

“(Y/n) did, actually.” Peter nudges you in the side causing you to blush.

“That’s totally awesome!” Ned returns to the entry hall holding the Firebolt. You laugh.

“Okay, well, now it’s time for my present reveal. I got a nose-biting teacup. I’m gonna prank some unsuspecting first-year and it’s going to be great!” MJ pumps her fist in the air.

“Do you think you could use that on Flash?” You hum, grinning mischievously.

“Absolutely. More than once.” She nods in approval.

“Dinner’s ready!” May calls out, and everyone goes rushing to the dining room to be served. You sit between Peter and MJ.

“I’m starving.” MJ digs in as soon as she sits down, causing May to chuckle.

“This food is delicious, Aunt May!” Ned praises, stuffing his face with food.

“Why thank you, Ned.” May smiles and daintily eats. You feel a foot nudge yours, from your right side. You give Peter the side eye, only earning a slight chuckle from him. He nudges your foot again, causing you to nudge his foot back.

This goes on for a while, and a couple of times you accidentally hit MJ’s foot in the process, earning a sigh from her.

“Would you two stop playing footsie over there? I’m trying to eat, and the tension is really making it taste sour. You know what, let’s just go watch a movie. Star Wars, anyone? Aunt May, Tony, dinner was great. Thank you.” MJ stands up and walks out of the living room. You, Peter, and even Ned break out into giggles.

“I guess we should follow her.” Ned stands up, followed by you and Peter. You all walk to the living room, which connects right to your room.

“Lovebirds get their own loveseat.” MJ points to the two-seater couch. You blush uncontrollably.

“I think we’ll be okay just sitting on the couch.” Peter shrugs.

“Nope. No. I am not dealing with you two flirting through the entire movie right next to me. You get your own chair for that.” MJ shakes her head and plops down on the couch, spreading out to minimize room for any more than one person, Ned.

“Okay. Our own chair it is.” Peter awkwardly lets you sit down first before sitting next to you, leaving a little space between you.

“Boo.” MJ gives Peter a thumbs down.

“What? You said you didn’t want to see us flirting through the whole movie, so I’m not-” Peter tries to explain, but MJ cuts him off.

“I meant not next to me. When you two are sitting alone, have at it. I know all you two wanna do is drool over each other instead of watching the movie.” MJ waves her hand dismissively before starting the movie.

“She has a point.” Ned agrees before sitting back to watch the beginning credits.

“We do not...drool…” Peter trails off, biting his lip awkwardly. He then minimizes the space between you until there is none.

~+~

A few hours later of not paying attention to the movie at all, after which you have found yourself comfortable lounging across Peter’s lap as he plays with your hair, you look over to see both Ned and MJ peacefully asleep. MJ snores loudly as her head lays on Ned’s shoulder. Ned is leaned back against the cushions of the couch, not looking very comfortable but also not looking like he cares much.

“Do you want to, uh, go into your room real quick? I think...I think it’s time we talk.” Peter bites his lip, a habit he has that you secretly love because it’s adorable. He leads you to your room and you sit down on the bed.

“Talk about what?” You play naive, nervous for how this conversation is going to play out.

“You know what. Don’t play dumb.” Peter laughs nervously.

“Okay, okay. Where do we start?” You ask, looking down at your hands in your lap.

“I’ll start by saying that...I’m still in love with you. Everything I said back in the cabin of the train was true and still is. I’m deeply and madly in love with you and there’s nothing I can do about it except to hope that you feel the same.” Peter starts, nodding his head slowly at the things he says.

“Wow. Well, uh, I can silence your fear by saying that I absolutely feel the same. And I think that this time, both of us are ready for a relationship.” You smile.

“I would completely agree with that.” Peter breaks into a grin wider than you’ve ever seen before, and that’s saying something.

“It’s always been you, Peter. And if I’m being honest, I think it always will be you.” You admit, smiling like crazy. Your cheeks start to hurt.

“I know it will always be you,” Peter repeats, bringing up a hand to cup your cheek.

“Good.” You breathe out, nervous and giddy at what you think is about to happen.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, and you nod ever so slightly to give him your permission.

Then it happens. Your lips connect and you feel every emotion you’ve ever felt for Peter fill your heart with joy and love. Peter makes you feel something you’ve never felt before.

Peter makes you feel loved. Peter makes you feel like you have a home.

“I got it! First kiss! Go, go, go!” You turn to see MJ and Ned rushing away from the doorway to your room.

“Hang on, how long have you two been awake?” You break the kiss with Peter to yell at them. Peter’s just laughing.

“We were never asleep!” Ned calls back. You sigh but chuckle right after. You love them. You love everyone here.

And maybe that’s why what happens next is so soul-crushing.

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askagni · 6 years

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Can you clarify more on the differences in female and male chastity and how it effects each sex differently?

Thank you for asking! You know that quote by Tolstoy?

“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”

That sums up male vs. female chastity.

“All [locked males] are alike; each [female benefits and suffers from chastity in her] own way.”

When it comes to male chastity, the active ingredient is pressure. Building his natural desire to orgasm until it reaches a level of pressure so high that it begins to affect his thinking, his feeling and his whole reality is what’s at the core. Mix in a pinch of the mindf*ck that many men feel when the tables are turned and a woman is in control sexually, as well as smidgeon of romance and a dash of courtly love and you have the recipe for delicious male chastity play. It doesn’t vary that much from man to man. It’s highly mechanical and physical, a language that men understand.

But with women, the possible recipes are as numerous as there are women, More numerous, in fact, because many women can get different things out of chastity play every time they engage in it. Women’s sexuality is mixed up in culture, relationships, love, societal pressures and norms, and their respective comfort with their own bodies. It’s a complicated mess!

Being a good keyholder means knowing how to tease out the right recipe for the right woman at the right time. Here are a few common flavors I’ve cooked up:

Rewarding The Kitten/Pet

Some women fantasize about being kept as a sex pet. They find the thought of being owned by a strong but kindly master very reassuring and very arousing. (I use the term master here to refer to a male or female master.) They want to be playful but loyal to their master. They long for the simplicity of letting go of worldly cares and deferring to their master to make all the decisions, even intimate decisions such as what they will wear, how they will make love, and when they will orgasm. They want nothing more than to please the master. They want this at the sacrifice of their own pleasure. They live to cuddle or curl up at the master’s feet. They gladly offer ownership of their body to the master in exchange for safety, discipline and protection.

Kittens like this feel immense satisfaction at giving control of their sex to the master through chastity. They feel happy and relieved that the master has taken away any temptation for them to think and act sexually for themselves other than to please the master. They certainly long to feel the master’s touch but are happy that the master knows when and how that touch is to be administered. During the days and weeks spent locked up they look at the belt as a cozy reminder of their master’s love, just like the cute collar they wear. When the master finally unlocks the kitten, the sexual release is a tremendous reward that validates and acknowledges the devotion the kitten has demonstrated for the master.

Redeeming The Whore

Some women get a thrill from being punished for their slutty actions. Many women carry around this societal guilt for their sexuality. Over years and years of exposure to it, it has sunken deep into their mind and flesh, all the way to the bones. For some such women, the only way to expunge the guilt is through punishment, suffering, and sexual anguish. The suffering is sometimes physical, and sometimes just emotional. Bondage, spanking, caning and large knobby strap-ons are staples for such women. For Whores, orgasming while tightly rope-bound to a wooden plank, a powerful vibrator on the clitoris, e-stim pads on the butt and thighs, an inflated butt plug stretching the ass, and a righteous dom/domme plowing that swollen dripping pussy with a huge black strap-on offers a cathartic release that is unmatched by any other earthly experience.

Women of this persuasion benefit from medieval chastity. That is, chastity as a form of keeping women pure and, well, chaste. They often enjoy the feeling of being kept, of their worst desires being locked away. When I lock this type of woman up, I often remind her during the week of how dirty her thoughts are and how important it is to keep her locked to save her from her slutty self. After all, if she can’t keep those whorish desires in check I’ll have to punish her again to purge them.

Thwarting the Masturbator

This variety is most like male chastity. Many women masturbate daily and often feel guilt or just exasperation of their habit.

Locking up a habitual masturbator can cause some very strong feelings. The feelings are similar to but not the same as denying a man his orgasm. Instead of swooning with submissive desire, a woman might feel irritated or desperate for release. She might feel a surge of need to touch. The more desperately she squeezes her thighs together and slides around in her belt in an attempt to feel any stimulation at all, the longer that warm glow is going to last. Nothing is hotter seeing a girl leaking out of her chastity belt. I like to build it up over a week or two (but not longer) until she’s a rumpled mess, unsure if she wants to fight me, scream in frustration or just drop to her knees and plead with me for mercy.

A major goal with this recipe are those incredible toe-curling orgasms that I give her when I finally show her mercy. I do enjoy tying a desperate girl to my bed and using my hands, tongue and toys to bring her to the edge over and over, never letting her touch herself with her own hands.

Corrupting the Virgin

Many women are woefully sexless. Whether it’s due to a strict upbringing, religion or just a low sex drive, many women just don’t think about or desire sex that often. Other women see sex as dirty and intentionally avoid it. Obviously, just locking these women up isn’t going to do much. They’re already in self-imposed chastity and perfectly happy with it.

What is to be done?

Why not pair the Virgin up with a Masturbator? By entrusting her with the keys, I can effectively yoke the virgin to a sexually untamed stallion. It’s fun to watch that Masturbator drag the Virgin back into sexual situations over and over again. It’s hard for a Virgin to come away unscathed and unsullied. For example, I enjoy watching a locked girl beg and beg her Virgin captor for release, offering back rubs at first, then feet rubs, cooking, chores, money and eventually full on pussy licking. There’s nothing more satisfying than witnessing that self-righteous Virgin slowly give in to the corruption, using her power for pleasure.

Another angle I enjoy is reverse chastity. If her sex is non-sex, then her chastity is sex. In other words, the thing that twists her mind up is just plain old sex and orgasms. It’s easy for a game of truth or dare to spiral out of control until a prude girl is facing the prospect of divulging secrets so dark that she can’t even confess them to herself. When this happens, of course she’ll opt for the dare: make yourself orgasm right here right now with this vibrator. If she’s amenable I will slide my finger into her bottom to make sure the orgasm is real. (You can’t fake that orgasmic pattern of pulsing in the anal muscles.) It’s so fulfilling to lead a dry women down the path of pleasure until she’s as addicted to it as a teenage boy.

Of course, many women who fall into the “Virgin” category actually have a very full sex life. The virginity for them is just a state of mind. For those types, the chastity device helps them realize just how well they fit the “Masturbator” category and just how desperately they depend on that orgasm.

Challenging (and Conquering) the Power Monger

This is less common, but some women have a bit of god complex. 😇😁😉 Business executives, stage divas, sports stars, keyholders, etc. often have a hunger for competition and power like men. These women are often described as “alpha” and whether you’re playing Uno or Basketball, they’re determined to win at all costs. They live to play the game. In bed they are sexually dominant, but not always very sexually creative. In fact, sex can often be put on the back burner unless it’s a means to an end.

It takes a little more doing, but it can be fun to get into a duel with such women. Sometimes friendly rivalries arise on their own. Other times actual conflict spills over into the sexual realm. The rules don’t always have to be well-defined, just as long as the competition and the stakes are real. Here is an actual bet I made once with a realtor friend who complained bitterly that nobody could make her cum, “If I can make you cum before you can make me cum then I get your Porsche for a week while you ride the bus wearing the chastity belt. Otherwise I’ll cook for you every night for a week and after dinner eat you out.” I really enjoyed driving my friends to the beach in that car.

I could go on and on. Do any of these resonate with you? What aspects of female chastity turn you on and get you craving that belt?

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xaela-siblings · 6 years

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Meet the Character: Goya&Amaeris

► Name ➔ "Goya`s my name. And my sister here is Amaeris.” She stood back a bit, clearly disinterested

► Are you single? ➔ “No, I`ve got quite the fluffy cat at home.” There was a hint of pink in his cheeks. “But Ama`s still single.” ► Are you happy? ➔ A somber look. “Despite everything that`s happened, especially recently, yes. I`m happy. Ama wouldn`t say it, but I know she`s happy, too.” ► Are you angry? ➔ “I do lose my temper more than I care to admit. But my sister...” He glanced back at her with a soft smile. “She is so cool-headed and calm at all times. She keeps me rooted.” ► Are your parents still married? ➔ “Our parents were married up until the days they died. Ama`s foster parents are still married. But my foster father never married.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “I was born in Yanxia, over near the Yuzuka Manor. Ama was... er...” “Sirensong.” “That`s right, on a ship headed toward Eorzea.” ► Hair Color ➔ “We both have a lovely soft pink. I remember mother had a much darker shade, while dad had white hair. So I guess we got something in between.” ► Eye Color ➔ “White. Though people usually notice the bright pink limbal rings first.” ► Birthday ➔ “I was early spring. Exact date, not telling. I don`t like making a big deal about my nameday. Ama...” He turned back to where she stood, earning a shrug. “Don`t know. Too much going on at the time,” she said, truthfully. With the murder of their father, the fleeing of their mother, and her own birth in the middle of the ocean, dates kind of blurred together. “Spring, I think.” ► Mood ➔ A bright smile was on his lips, clearly cheerful. Though the blank look on Amaeris`s face was answer enough. ► Gender ➔ “I`m a man. And Amaeris is a lovely young lady~” ► Summer or winter ➔ “I`m quite fond of winter. Back in my days as a soldier, wearing those stuffy uniforms in the Thanalan heat was torture. Winter was so much nicer. As for my sister, well, I know she`s fond of Coerthas, so I guess that answers that.” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Morning, for both of us. We both rise pretty early, mostly out of habit for me. We like getting things done before it gets too hot or too many people are out and about. Though lately I`ve been more fond of just laying in bed for a while after I wake, spending time with Kit.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “Yes, absolutely. I wasn`t certain at first, because I`d never... felt like this before, but I definitely am.” “... No.” “Oh, come on, that`s a lie.” He nudged his sister with his elbow, a shit-eating grin on his face. “You`ve got your eye on you-know-who.” “Quiet.” She turned away, cheeks clearly pink. ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Not really. For a while I thought maybe, but those relationships ended poorly because I confused lust with love. Ama, did you like him at fir--” A hand in his face ended up silencing him, Amaeris shoving his head backward. “I couldn`t stand that pretentious--” She silenced herself quickly. ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “I did. Maybe it was the soldier life, or maybe it was because I realized I only wanted him for the sex. Don`t really remember.” “Never been in one.” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “Probably. Never meant to. There was this one girl once who was romantically interested in me. But, not really my type.” Ama shrugged. She never paid much attention to that sort of thing. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Goya rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe a bit. That`s probably why it took me so long to realize how I feel about Kit. Though I`m getting better about it. I think.” “I`m not afraid of commitments.” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Kit, of course. And Gogo. The poor boy went through so much while I was away... It hurt to see him so scared.” He lowered his eyes for a brief moment. “Oh, but Ama... she doesn`t hug people.” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ A laugh. “I dunno. Probably. I admittedly slept around a lot while I was a soldier. Probably had someone here and there who was interested in me.” Amaeris shrugged. ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “Mmm, a few times. Back when I was a teenager still, thinking I was in love. Then I realized what scum those people were.” His sister glanced away, crossing her arms over her chest, an uncertain look on her face.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Love. It`s a much better feeling than lust.” “Love.” ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Lemonade, definitely. The tart and coolness is so nice on a hot day.” “Tea.” ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Cats, obviously,” he said with a wink. “Okay, besides Kit. I did find a stray kitten that was so cute, and brought her home. Now she and Kit snuggle. I think she likes him more than me. Ama has a dog, though.” “It`s not mine. It just follows me.” “And you feed and pet it. That makes it yours.” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “Many regular friends! Maybe I`m just too friendly a person, though, and perceive people as friends when they think otherwise...” “A few best friends.” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Oh man, that`s a tough choice. A wild night out is great every once in a while, but I also like spending some quiet, alone time with Kit at home. Candles, a nice dinner, maybe some music and dancing.” “Romantic night in,” came his sister`s answer after giving Goya a look. ► Day or night ➔ “Night. The stars in a clear sky. A campfire crackling. A gentle breeze through the trees.” “Night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Many, many times. Being a dog of the Empire was stressful. Sometimes I wanted to get out and relax. But my commanding officers tended to figure out my patterns and caught me a few times.” “... Once.” “Wait, really?” “... When I was little I tried to sneak out to play with my parents` cattle one night.” ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “I... don`t think so?” “No.” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Oh, definitely. But that`s a normal thing, isn`t it?” A shrug from Ama. ► Wanted to disappear ➔ Goya lowered his gaze, glancing away slightly. “A few times, yeah. Back when I was a kid, after watching dad die and being taken away to Garlemald. Then not too long ago, when I got caught in Ala Mhigo...” A hand on his shoulder brought a soft smile to his lips. “I have, once, when you vanished in Ala Mhigo...”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Smile. I love seeing a face light up. So long as it`s a genuine smile, anyway.” “Eyes. They`re... more expressive.” ► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Shorter. Though a lot of people I`ve been interested in have been shorter than me, anyway. Being an au ra and all.” “Taller.” ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “Attraction.” “Intelligence.” ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “If you`d asked me a couple of years ago, I would`ve said hook-up. Quick, no commitment, come and go. But now... definitely relationship.” “Relationship.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “I like to think we do. Ama?” She gave him a shrug, but refused to look at him. She definitely thinks they get along. ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Absolutely. But I don`t let that define me.” Another shrug from Amaeris. (She`s really not interested in answering these.) ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “I tried to, many times, back when I first went to Garlemald. And... once, more recently. But I eventually came back, even if it was a couple months later.” Ama shook her head. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Does getting transferred to a different legion because my former commanders didn`t want me count?” “No.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “No. If I hate them, I wouldn`t consider them a friend, or even try to be friendly.” “No.” ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “I do.” Amaeris shrugged. “I suppose so.” ► Who is your best friend ➔ “Best friend, huh? I guess that would be Nobu.” “Unsure.” ► Who knows everything about you ➔ “Ama and Kit. And Seles, which... is kinda worrying.” “Goya.” “Wait, just me?”

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imaginemycroftholmes · 6 years

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Mycroft trying to find a suitable pet for Sherlock after John left when he got married?

“You lied to me. You said it was a level five case.”

Mycroft sighs heavily as he holds the door open expectantly for his younger brother.

“We both know that you wouldn’t have left the house for anything less than a case after Dr. Watson’s nuptials so the deceit was necessary,” says as he gestures toward the door with his head for him to enter.

When he doesn’t Mycroft adds, “and if anything this should speak volumes of how you’ve let your mind grow soft whilst the good doctor is miles away in the tropics on his honeymoon for you not to deduce it.”

At this Sherlock does look pained but finally enters the establishment with a huff turning up his collar as if to block out the sound of animals filling the air with their noise.

As Mycroft enters in behind him he watches Sherlock not so subtly eye his surroundings.

It didn’t take constant CCTV surveillance to know that with John married and out of Baker Street that Sherlock was starved for companionship. Barely leaving the flat for anything even when Greg had offered his best cold cases or when Miss Hooper had even tried to entice him with a human cadaver to experiment with.

Mrs. Hudson had already forgone trying to cheer his brother up after Sherlock said some rather inconsiderate things about her and her relations with the owner of Speedy’s below them and went to visit her sister in Florida for a spell.

Although if he were honest Mycroft was hoping that Miss Hooper would take this opportunity to get closer to Sherlock and perhaps have their own happy announcement before the year’s end but like most important things, love, cannot be rushed.

Not even Sherlock could try and protest that he needed no one as his conversations with Billy the skull became more self-loathing and dark that something had to be done lest he dive back into old habits.

So it was up to him (like always) to find someone that could give Sherlock what he needed and in turn give a pet something that they needed-a home.

Sherlock however seems to be more opposed to the idea as he scans the environment to see cats, dogs, rodents, reptiles and the like lined up on the shelves as if they were consumable products.

Obviously there was a palpable distaste from Sherlock for the way the animals were presented like disposal toys but Mycroft could not wait to blow this first impression out of the water entirely.

It didn’t take long for an associate to find them. Petite, fit and bubbly with her light brown hair in a long ponytail she greeted them, “Hi my name is Tammy welcome to Happy Tails! How can I help you today?”

“You could help me by aiding my escape of this dreadful place as I hardly want to do any business with a place that treats its animals like products at a local Tesco,” Sherlock says disdainfully. The look on his face was comparable to looking at Anderson and his tone far more severe as he looks down at the Happy Tails associate just standing there looking like he just paid her a compliment.

Giggling Tammy gives Sherlock some finger guns before saying, “Nice one Mr. Holmes. You almost got me!”

Sherlock of course looks befuddled by the action and looks expectantly at Mycroft for clarification when Tammy fails to provide one.

“Happy Tails is hardly a pet shop,” Mycroft explains, “It happens to be one the best kennels in all of London complete with a rigorous adoption policy, outdoor park for the animals to roam, free flowing drinking fountains, holds fundraisers for other shelters and takes in and adopts out more pets than any other in all of Great Britain.”

“And we also have this HUGE aviary for our birds,” Tammy adds holding her arms out as wide as she can get them, “that we let them fly about when they want to stretch out their wings!”

“Then why have the animals in cages at all,” Sherlock ponders allowed.

“Well, they’re only in there because they want to be in there,” Tammy replies. “You see not all animals want to play so we let them use the little display cages to have their own personal space when they need it. They can come and go as they please and can hold up to 4 occupants depending on size. We give them collars that will open the doors when in proximity and have fail safes to make sure that don’t get caught under them. Look, see?”

Looking to his left one of the cage display’s door opened to reveal a cat dragging in a kitten before turning around and bringing in another. Door kept open until the mother cat was finished with bringing in her litter and the door closed leaving the new mother to nurse in peace.

“The collars also provide us information on our animals health and if there are any scuffles between our happy campers,” Tammy explains as one of the mixed tea cup dogs stood up in his display case walked toward the back wall and exited.

“That seems a bit excessive,” Sherlock says aloud.

“We don’t like to provide nothing but the best for our pets Mr. Holmes,” Tammy protests sternly, “if we treat our animals just like we would like to be treated because they’re not just pets-they’re going to be part of someone’s family.” Her whole tiny frame was overcome by the righteous demeanor that was awe-inspiring if not an indicator that Tammy would continue to educate them on what her company does for the animal community should no one put a stop to it.

“Yes, which is why I booked this appointment for today so we should get on shall we,” Mycroft interjects before Tammy could wax on about how dedicated her store was to the animals and have an animal for Sherlock before the end of the day.

“Ah, yes! Right this way sirs,” Tammy agrees taking them to the back of the store. Opening the door is like that of opening a small closet only to be greeted by a room the size of a basketball court.

All sorts of different animals, cats, dogs, ferrets, bunnies, rabbits, and hamsters running throughout the many tubes that lined the walls were a sight to be seen.

“Now this is the main room for our furry four legged friends,” Tammy explains before pointing to 3 other doors on each side, “the red room is where our reptiles reside, the yellow one leads to the aviary, and the blue one is our aquarium but I believe that on the phone you were more interested in a four legged friend correct?”

“That would be correct,” Mycroft confirms, “Now how do we go about picking out a pet?”

Tammy wags her finger playfully. “Oh no Mr. Holmes, you don’t pick the pet-the pet picks you,” she explains, “all Mr. Holmes needs to do is get on the floor and see which lucky camper wants to become his best friend for life.”

Turning to the wall cubicles below the hamster tubes Tammy starts to rummage before loading her arms with a few toys. “Here,” she instructs giving them to Sherlock, “you’ll need these to help you attract a friend and see if you’re compatible.”

Sherlock gingerly takes the toys as Tammy gestures to the floor. “Now go out there and mingle!”

It is a strange sight to see Sherlock standing out there so helpless with an armful of toys and the jitters of that of a transfer student that Mycroft takes it upon himself to help him once more.

Grabbing the feather fishing pole from the pile in his brother’s arm Mycroft begins to drag it on the floor until it attracts the interest of several cats and a ferret.

“See? Now you try,” Mycroft indicates to Sherlock as now he has an audience of four legged friends wanting his attention.

Sherlock looks skeptical before choosing a tennis ball out of the armful of toys and bounces it once, then twice. In no time at all six different types of mutts and a bunny were on the scene ready to play.

For more than four hours Mycroft spent entertaining his growing collection of cats that seemed to become more bold by the minute while Sherlock went around the room using different toys to see which furry creature would be the one for him.

It was only until Tammy came around asking reminding them that the store closed in the next thirty minutes and that they were welcome to come back again tomorrow if no one picked them today that Sherlock declared that he had his companion.

A littlle pug and boxer looking mix with a leg shorter than the other three followed behind Sherlock with a determined look in its eyes and a air of a seasoned warrior.

“Oh you picked out Eggsy,” Tammy exclaimed delightedly, “He’s one of the dogs we picked up from from an animal fighting sting and one of the most serious but loyal dogs we have here.”

Bending down to scratch behind the small dog’s ear she clarifies, “I mean, its not like the others aren’t but Eggsy takes it to an extreme. His regular feeder was sick for a week and the little guy refused to eat anything that wasn’t from his regular handler! we had to wheel Jafaun in and get him to feed Eggsy before he was liable to become underweight.”

“Well I will take no other so it will be one less animal for Jafuan to feed,” Sherlock declares, “Mycroft pay the woman so Eggsy and I can return home as this place is hardly one for intellectuals such as ourselves.”

Tammy looks over at Mycroft who is still engrossed by his furry fans. “Now will that be cash or check?”

“The money will be transferred immediately,” Mycroft assures her before pointing down to the white cat currently taking up space on his lap. “Now how much for this superb feline?”

“That’s our Delilah,” Tammy says with a grin, “One of our senior cats who just loves to sit with people and sleep the day away. She’s only 250 and has all her vaccinations up to date just like Eggsy.”

“Wonderful-” Mycroft starts to say before he could hear his car alarm going off and the sound of high pitched barking followed by the scream of “MYCROFT OPEN THE CAR OR I’LL BREAK INTO IT!”

“At least I have you for my sanity,” Mycroft tells Delilah the cat before gently picking her up like a small child and carrying her out to the car before Sherlock and his dog decided to do anything more drastic.

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punksqueer · 6 years

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answer ALL of the crayola questions bitch I dare u 👀

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED, SON

Macaroni and Cheese: What makes you think of your childhood?honestly?? the smell of old spice products, dark cloud 2 (game), red hot chili peppers and sublime music

Spring Green: How do you relax when you’re stressed?I mean idk if I’d call this relaxing, but: chain smoke, destroy my fingers (oops), listen to music, use fidget toys, and go for a long-ass powerwalk

Asparagus: What’s an unpopular opinion you have?hamburger helper is absolutely disgusting.

Bittersweet: Has someone you loved ever hurt you?YEP

Eggplant: Explain your url and avatar.url: inspired by punks not dead and being dead insideavatar: me edgily using a cool snapchat filter when i was working at a motorbike shop

Outer Space: Do you ever feel like you’re an outcast from others?aha yes

Cotton Candy: What is your favorite dessert?b r o w n i e s

Freckle: Do you have any marks on your skin? How do you feel about them?many!! i have a stitch scar on my right hand middle finger from a garden shear accident, stretch marks, self harm scars, random scars from being a kid who wasn’t afraid to climb and occasionally fall out of trees n such, roughing around, uhhh, cat scratch scars from trying to bathe a cat who really didnt want to be bathed. also, acne scars. and once, i was 9 and dropped a large, heavy glass bowl on my foot. it permanently split the nail down one of my big toes down the middle. I like them all, really

Shocking Pink: Is there a trait that you have that others don’t expect from you?probably hyperempathy and kindness because of how I look

Robin’s Egg Blue: If you were an animal, which one do you think would you be?100% a possum

Granny Smith Apple: What’s something everyone else likes that you don’t?hamburger helper, apparently.

Dandelion: What’s a pet peeve of yours?when people are rudely dismissive of others’ feelings

Atomic Tangerine: What gets you motivated to do a difficult task? 3 cups of coffee and smokeWisteria: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?body hair, scars, piercings, and tattoos

Candy Apple: How do you think others view you?weird, awkward, or intimidating probably

Plum: Are you insecure about anything?me teeth, me lisp, and me awkward stance when around others

Sky Blue: Where do you feel the most at home?my college, my grandma’s, n my hometown (also, the forest ngl)

Tickle Me Pink: How do you try to cheer others up when they’re sad?memes, talkin’ it out, lettin them rant

Wild Strawberry: Do you care what others think about you?no often, but yes, sometimes

Glossy Grape: Recommend something to your followers.honestly, check out gravity falls if you’ve never watched it before

World Wide Web Yellow: What was the last thing you looked up?how to renew a passport

Shadow Blue: Do you have a darker side to you that most people are unaware of?i mean, idk what classifies as a darker side?? like does that mean kinky or something?? other than that, the only thing I got is that while majority of the time I’m outwardly chill and often un-bothered, there are few times in which (IRL) I completely lose my shit after being pushed too far and will be completely consumed by rage that has been built up for too long. verbal arguments, yelling, slamming things. I have a lot of repressed anger

Electric Lime: What genre of music do you listen to?punk, rock, grunge, that kind of stuff. though I listen to a lot of different things, I don’t feel like listing them all. really, im fine with anything except country

Night Owl: Describe a very interesting dream that you had.I recently dreamt that I broke my fucking phone and i was so upsetti

Cornflower: What do you think about the most?crippling anxiety, depression, what to do with and about my life, worries about politics, mental health, and financial struggles ¯\_(ツ)_/ ¯

Grasshopper Green: Describe the area where you live.quiet, family neighbourhood, close to a park and a soccer field, farmland in behind the housing

Misty Moss: Is there anything you regret?(in high school) staying at home and refusing to go out with friends, on dates, or on class trips (and other trips) that would have been fun (and paid for/taken care of) because I felt that I did not deserve them.

Tiny Toad Brown: Do you find beauty in something that people consider to be ugly or undesirable?that’s a hard yes. I frequently point out the beauty I see in people and things alike that other people dont

Sunny Side Up: Do you like waking up in the mornings, or would you rather sleep in?when Depression ™: sleepwhen not depression: E A R L Y

Kitten Gray: Do you have any pets? If so, describe them. 2 whole hairy bois raised from feral kittens I found outside, and a ball python

Rose Dust: Describe your aesthetic in five words or less.queer punk

Timberwolf: Do you give second chances when somebody has wronged you?oh fuck, I give people far too many chances

Freshly Squeezed: What excites you?FOOD, ANIMALS, THE FAIR

Firefly Red: What gives you purpose?ny existence is a “fuck you” to everyone who ever said I couldn’t.

Tiny Teapot Tan: Do you consider yourself to be attractive/cute?fuck yeah m8 im hot as fuck

Rain Drop Blue: Describe the weather outside.THERE BE A STORM BREWIN’

Sweet Pea Green: Do you have/want children?want.

Pussywillow: Do you like being around others, or do you like being alone?both??

Jack ‘O’ Lantern Orange: What’s your biggest fear and why? abandonment, dying alone

Baby Bunny Pink: Do you look young for your age, or do you look older than you are?I dunno really

Mystic Maroon: What confuses you, and why?people just, getting jobs and being able to work with like, no problem doing it?? like, ??? my anxiety, my crippling fear that I will inevitably fuck something up, my inability to take verbal criticism in social situations by people I dont know

Cosmic Cobalt: What’s your zodiac sign, and do you think it’s accurate?Aquarius, and yes.

Petal Pink: Describe your fashion sense as well as what you’re wearing right now.honestly my fashion sense is wild, and blue cargo shorts that came from mum’s work (she works at a provincial park) and ripped, grey tank top

Mountain Meadow: Do you like taking care of others, or do you prefer being care of?B O T H

Fuzzy Duckling Yellow: Is there something from childhood that you haven’t outgrown?sleeping with the stuffed animal my dad got me one Christmas when I was like 9

Brussel Sproutlet: Do you have any unhealthy habits?nail biting, picking at my fingers, chewing my lip, smoking, biting my oral piercings, not remembering to eat or drink solely because I simply forget and can’t feel that I’m hungry or thirsty

Razzle Dazzle Rose: Describe an ideal date.a nice lil cafe, or sittin by the fire and watching stars. alternatively, going for a drive to god knows where

Periwinkle: What’s something ordinary that has personal meaning to you?the handmade cards my friends and fam have given me for special occasions. like, it really means a lot when someone gives me something they’ve made

Mauvelous: Do you think you deserve a better life than you have now?eh, debatable?? I mean I certainly deserve to be able to afford basic needs and medications and such

Blueberry Blue: Do you get sad easily?y e a h

Purple Mountains Majesty: How does someone earn your respect?by literally just being someone who isnt and asshole honestly

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A little q&a

What is your full name? Brittany Susan Pierce

Where and when were you born? Lima Ohio, April 16

Who are/were your parents? Mom and dad. I really don’t know their real names. (Whitney and Pierce)

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? I have a younger sister. She is pretty cool even though I don’t talk to her a lot.

Where do you live now, and with whom? LA baby with my wife Santana.

What is your occupation? I own a dance studio

Write a full physical description of yourself: I am 5′8, long blond hair, blue eyes, pretty skinny and fit because of dancing, no tattoos because they hurt.

To which social class do you belong? I don’t go to class anymore

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? Nope!

Are you right- or left-handed? Right handed

What does your voice sound like? Like clouds. You know its soft and cuddly.

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? I always use a lot of words.

What do you have in your pockets? I don’t have pockets right now.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? People say I am not that smart. But I don’t believe them

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general? It was fun. I loved being a child

What is your earliest memory? I don’t remember

How much schooling have you had? I graduated high school

Did you enjoy school? Yes, especially high school when I met Santana and Quinn.

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities? On the cherrios and glee club

While growing up, did you have any role models? Beyonce, she is amazing.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family? I always got along with everyone.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? A unicorn

As a child, what were your favorite activities? Dancing and playing in mud

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? Fun and wild like always

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? There was billy and I don’t know the others names.

When and with whom was your first kiss? Uh...this is a hard question.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? Of course not. I like sexy time. I also don’t remember.

If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.

Glee club, cheerios and Quinn and Santana made me who I am today.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? Marrying Santana

Who has had the most influence on you? Santana

What do you consider your greatest achievement? My dance studio.

What is your greatest regret? I don’t regret anything.

What is the most evil thing you have ever done? I gave a puppy away. I loved that puppy

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? I don’t think I do. Is talking in a movie a crime?

When was the time you were the most frightened? When I thought I would lose Santana because I was being rude.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? I don’t get embarrassed.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? I wish I became a unicorn

What is your best memory? My wedding.

What is your worst memory? Being called stupid. That hurt me.

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic? Optimistic

What is your greatest fear? Losing Santana

What are your religious views? I believe in Santa claus

What are your political views? I will run the world because I am amazing

What are your views on sex? I love sexy time!

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable? I can’t hurt any living thing. I let a spider crawl in our house before.

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do? Take away someones phone or not let them have fun.

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? I married mind.

What do you believe makes a successful life? Love, money, house and a job.

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)? Sometimes, I like to keep them in sometimes and Santana gets mad when I do.

Do you have any biases or prejudices? What is that?

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it? I will not cheat. I love my wife too much to cheat.

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)? Santana

PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how? I think I treat others with respect.

Who is the most important person in your life, and why? My wife. She takes care of me and I love her.

Who is the person you respect the most, and why? Quinn. She is my best friend is always really nice to me.

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people. I have lots of friends. Santana is my wife, Quinn is my best friend, Kurt and Blaine are my gay best friends. Hmm Oh also Marley! She is quiet but amazing.

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person. Yes, Santana is really cute and loveable but can kill someone too. Don’t get on her bad side.m

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened. I currently am on love. When I kissed her, I melted.

What do you look for in a potential lover? I don’t need a potential lover. I have mine.

How close are you to your family? I talk to my mom ever day.

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not? No, but I want to. We haven’t done it because we both are super busy now.

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help? Quinn or Santana. They have my back.

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why? Santana and Quinn. They would beat someone up quickly.

If you died or went missing, who would miss you? Of course. Santana, Quinn, Marley, Blaine. All of my friends and family would miss me.

Who is the person you despise the most, and why? Cardi B. I don’t like her music

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict? I try to avoid fights

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations? No, I am not a good leader.

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not? Yes, I do this everyday at work

Do you care what others think of you? Yes I do sometimes.

PART 6: LIKES & DISLIKES

What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes? Dancing and singing.

What is your most treasured possession? My wedding ring

What is your favorite color? Rainbow

What is your favorite food? Pizza

What, if anything, do you like to read? I can’t read anything without pictures

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)? Movies and listening to music and dancing.

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit? I don’t drink really anymore.

How do you spend a typical Saturday night? Cuddling with my wife

What makes you laugh? A lot

What, if anything, shocks or offends you? When people call me stupid. It hurts my feelings.

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself? Dance or sing

How do you deal with stress? Dance it out, or sexy time

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan? Spon..spomtaneous. I don’t like planning things.

What are your pet peeves? I don’t have any pets

PART 7: SELF IMAGES & OTHER

Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted? Wake up, shower, eat, work, nap, eat and sleep.

What is your greatest strength as a person? I can pick up 25 pounds.

What is your greatest weakness? I cant pick up a 50 pound box.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Nothing, I like myself.

Are you generally introverted or extroverted? Extroverted

Are you generally organized or messy? Sort of messy

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three thing your bad at? Dancing, singing and speaking. I am bad at traveling, paying attention and remembering things.

Do you like yourself? All the way

What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…) Uh I am confused

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime? Have a family

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Being a mother with Santana.

If you could choose, how would you want to die? In my sleep

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left. Adopt all the kittens, make love to my wife, spend every penny on Santana.

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death? My personality

What three words best describe your personality? Awesome, fun, cool

What three words would others probably use to describe you? Amazing, child like, cool

If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice…)

#eventwhatif #task 2

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