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hwaightme · 9 months

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Cat named Mars (catboy!hwa hcs)

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😻 pairing: catboy!seonghwa x gn!reader 😻 genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, demon? to cat? to roommate? to lover? 😻 summary: the longest bulletpoints about what it would be like to have catboy!hwa as your bf - the whole story 😻 wordcount: 4.5k 😻 warnings/tags: editing? who is she, unhinged crack part nyah, catboy!hwa, cute catboy!hwa, soft and polite catboy!hwa- okay i will stop |, language, food/eating, mention of others not treating animals well, sweater paws, mention of adorable nerdy hobbies, domestic, cuddle, a surprise about how hwa ended up being a cat in the first place, both past and present tense used, mainly lowercase 😻 taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ 😻 a/n: let me drift in the soft and fluffy catboy!hwa lands until waterbomb strikes, for my own healing; my braincells are out of service but i hope you enjoy <3 all reblogs, thoughts and notes appreciated! big hugs!

once upon a time he was a cat

there was never a moment to think about anything except work, and maybe about groceries and bills (but even those things normally hit you at two o'clock in the morning, leading you to check your phone and make make amendments to your schedule in a panicked state). there was never any room for a cat. until there was.

of course there just had to be an adorable kitty, at most maybe a couple of years old, lean and with jet black fur that was surprisingly shiny for an abandoned cat, sitting square in the middle of a cardboard box on the side of the street that formed a part of your regular path and commute to and from work. in the morning, you had locked eyes with the cat, heart bleeding and hurting for the poor creature but secretly hoping that someone else would take it - you couldn't take care of it, could you? in the evening, you were huffing and puffing with the cardboard box in your hands and the cat happily meowing, its tail stretched out upwards into a chimney pipe, slightly tilted to the side at the very end. you read somewhere that it meant the cat was happy, so you were going to take that as a good sign.

sat on the floor at the entrance to your apartment, you eyed the beautiful creature as it kept on purring and trying to hop out of the box and towards you, while you were insistent on keeping it in, lifting a cardboard flap repeatedly in an effort to prevent it from jumping. so. now you had a cat. there was nothing in the box, and on the outside, in horrific scrawl was a message suggesting whoever took the kitty either "kept him, or throw him away, whatever". non-humans. "that's who your previous owners were, right kitty?" you mumbled to no one in particular, but it seemed that the cat picked up on your speech and inched closer to you, ears moving like disks to pick up signals. "so you are a he, yeah?" a meow. so you were right. at least the beasts from this cat's past got one thing right. "do you have a name? actually… you know what do you want a… new name?" you were fast on the attachment scale, you realised. it had been barely a few minutes and you were already trying to name the cat who you had not even checked for diseases, nor had any basic facilities to take care of him. but he was more than excited by the prospect, and mewled in what sounded like gratitude. you began to list off names, eventually boring the kitty, and he started to falter in his enthusiasm. all until one name rang a bell.

"Mars?"

and that was how you ended up with a black cat named Mars.

by the power of actually having to shake paws with a cat, and you promising to get him quality snacks, you managed to get Mars checked at the vet who confirmed everything was fine, and was equally as amazed as you that he was so well groomed and neat. while you knew you did not have much of a right to do this, your inner pride still swelled and, to yourself, you said that 'yes, my Mars is really neat and handsome'.

you took to addressing Mars as 'your handsome boy' and that seemed to wake him up and get him speeding towards you faster than anything else could. also 'the prettiest star' and 'my universe' and 'marvellous Mars' all worked wonders.

at the same time, he was shy, as if he did not want to disturb you with his antics. always tip-toeing around you as silently as a cat could (which was very silent, to the point where he jumpscared you a couple of times but that is okay because excuse me did you see his precious face????) and never taking up much space, even though… hello? Mars? you are a cat?? he would rarely ever hop on any surfaces unless you explicitly told him to do so - this had left you convinced that your cat was well-versed in human-speak. he never meowed for food until you had told him to vocalise and tell you if he was very hungry, and gave him a rundown of his eating schedule and how it was important that he drank water. he was the politest cat you had ever met, while at the same time his timidness made you wonder if you were in any way intimidating. not once did Mars ever enter your bedroom, even though you left the door wide open for him, preferring to crash on the couch or on the floor of some other room. the first couple of times you joked about it saying "are you scared you'll see something, Marsy?" but when your cat actually looked away and hunched over, you were convinced that you hit the nail on the head, and that you were probably either hallucinating or were slowly turning into Doctor Dolittle.

but you were persistent. and insistent. and you took the little blanket with kuromi decor on it from him (yes this was that extreme of a situation) and put it at the edge of your bed. climbing in and covering yourself in the many layers, you looked at the terrified figure hovering at the entrance to the room, boba eyes as wide as saucers. he kept on looking at the blanket, then at you, then again at the blanket, then again at you, probably wondering if he could snatch the thing and make a run for it. you were on the verge of giving up at this point. sleepy, with work tomorrow, you were not about to engage in a whole war with your cat.

"you know what, if you want to stay, you can stay. i promise i will not hurt you, nor will i push you out. if you want to come closer, do. if you just want to take the blanket and leave, you can do that. your choice. i won't be hurt. i promise. you are already super brave and i love you either way. okay, Mars?" he did not respond, frozen in place. "my handsome boy?" his head twisted towards you. "precious?" a blink. another blink. one paw in front of the other. "are you actua- wow! I am so proud of you my baby! my brave boy!" you were cooing praises at him like there was nothing else in the world that existed as soon as he hopped onto the bed, foregoing the blanket and making a beeline towards your face, as though that was his read source of comfort. he was afraid to look away, focusing on your every expression as you patted his head and let him nuzzle into you. "you are so so brave, you know that? i know this is hard, so if at any point you want to leave, you can, okay?" purring louder than a powerdrill was the response you received. along with kitty cuddles through the whole night. because apparently, your cat was a koala all along.

and even in his cuddles he was gentle. you did not think you had ever seen him use his claws… ever. except maybe on a few toys but as soon as you were in sight poof gone, soft Mars activated. he was like your personal heater, careful to wrap himself closer to you not to push you out, but to instead complete whatever curled up position you were lying in. if you were stretched out to the side, he would find a place. if you were in a ball? he would find a place again. if you were lying down straight for whatever reason? give him a couple of nights to get comfortable, and now you had the ultimate cat comforter either on you, or around your head. and yes, you were blessed with a cat who barely shed, somehow. some of your friends who had cats almost cursed you when they found out, but you only smiled, looking at your lockscreen. nowadays, even during the workday you were thinking of Mars at least a little bit.

maybe you were spoiling him a little bit, but it was too adorable to see him watching you play legend of zelda or animal crossing on your nintendo switch. and when he saw that you got a gift from a friend in the form of a lego set? well. you were literally afraid to open the box because of how hyper your cat got - perhaps not today…

you fell into the most pleasant routines with Mars, from waking up and going to bed together, to eating breakfast and then 'parting ways' for you to attend to human business and him to his 'cat business'. it was cute. it made your head sing. you were happier than you had ever been. all thanks to that one random day. one random box. and one black haired kitty who radiated sunshine.

it was the eve of the one year anniversary of you being the proud owner of, or how you preferred to say it, the best friend of 'L/n Mars', and you were as sure as his ears were pointy in wanting to go all out with your celebration - minus the guests (because the last time you had invited a male friend of yours over your cat turned into a whole other creature and then sulked for at least three days until you took a day off work and called it 'Mars day', but you just assumed it was some territorial thing). you had set up little themed decorations, found a cute little headband with the number '1' that is suitable and safe for a cat and would not hurt his head, got a matching, human-sized one for yourself, made a whole dinner for your favourite kitty from scratch - the ingredients all checked with the vet who you now casually called by first name because you did not dare ever give Mars anything that might harm him and would rather panic call the doctor.

you were sat at the coffee table, so that it would be easier for Mars to reach the food (you set pillows on the floor for extra comfort, for which he thanked you with a loud meow), and had your respective mini-cakes set out in front of either of you. you had given up on making him ever eat kitty food - another peculiar quirk of your cat, so the 'cake', which was more a protein gift than anything, was fully home made. but Mars was happy. more than happy. if cats could smile, that was exactly what he was doing, right at you, squinting his eyes, threatening to hop over the table. you told him to wait, and quietly whispered your gratitude to him. much to your delight, he waited and listened, clinging onto every word.

"you know, i really think you are an angel. before you i was quite… how do i say this… life was just passing by. and now i look forward to it. and to be able to see you every day, to have fun days with you, to talk with you… all of that brings me so much joy and i hope that i can make you at least a little bit happy too. i wish you could tell me what you want, of course, but i really do think you know what i am thinking, what i am saying. and i hope that i am right in saying that i can understand you a bit too. you really are the smartest, most precious Mars. light of my life. i love you so much, my gorgeous, and here is to many years more, cheers~" you clinked your glass with orange juice with his water bowl, and giggled when he took a couple of neat laps to match with your gulps, only to lick his lips and hop off the pillows and go under the table.

in a matter of seconds, he reappeared at your side of the table, and poked at your lap with his paw, looking up at you with his bead-like eyes that seemed to contain the whole universe in them. you pat him between his ears, scratched under his chin, delighting him, and then stretched out your legs, gesturing towards your legs to signify that lap-napping season was open. Mars did not need to be told twice, and soon enough you had a black cat curled up on your lap, purring away, mewling a couple of times when you started eating to remind you that he was hungry too.

"so you want me to feed you now, too? aren't you cheeky-"

as if you could refuse him. you would be lying if you said you could. so there you were, on the floor and feeding Mars, quiet music playing from your phone, not quite sure if you could be any happier.

"i love you."

quite the contrast to what happened the next morning.

suddenly he is a catboy

when you wake up, Mars is nowhere in sight, and even when you call him, to which he would reply with at least a meow, you are only met with silence. you are alarmed, but wait in bed for just a little longer to see if Mars would come to you. nothing. you call again, 'pspspsps' him, all to no avail. only the breeze and the birds outside, along with inexplicable rustling from another room in your apartment. you raise an eyebrow and prop yourself up on your elbows. more rustling. a door opening, which sounds like the closet where you kept your warmer clothes. what is going on? another door closing. footsteps? you are on high alert. grabbing your phone and the light saber model which you had made a while back and kept safe by your bed, as it turned out exactly for this kind of moment, you head out to face whatever, or whoever is the source of the sound.

you are stealth itself, rounding the corner with weapon in hand, ready to face the attacker - or so you thought. until you come face to face with the tall, young man dressed head to toe in your clothing, namely a tracksuit that you had accidentally gotten in the wrong size and then somehow ended up being refunded for without returning the item, and a beanie that he had pulled over his head. spikes of jet black hair are poking from under the hat in all directions, and his deep brown eyes are widened in shock as he freezes on the spot and stares back at you.

"so, what the hell are you doing in my clothes?"

"y/n- i-"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?"

"i can explain-"

"nope do NOT get closer what-"

"Mars…. i…. it's me… your uh… cat."

"what?"

he looks embarrassed beyond belief, and crumbles to the floor, sliding until his back is against the wardrobe. wrapping his arms around his knees, he is scared to look up at you, worried that you would never recognise him, never accept him. this is exactly what he has been dreading all this time, and was heartbroken when the curse was finally broken, despite him technically being free now. he does not want to be away from you. this is his home. you are his home. you are the one who showed him true love.

"if it is okay… may i take this beanie off for a second?"

"i didn't even let you put it on in the first place," he winces. you feel a little bad, but hold your ground. his eyes sparkle in a way that is a little too familiar, reminding you of a certain someone. the cat who he mentioned. your precious cat. Mars.

"okay… here goes…" he slides the material off, making you gasp. hidden under the beanie is a pair of cat ears, fluffy, the same colour as his hair, and twitching as he adjusts after having flattened them to minimise their visibility.

"yo what."

"i have… a tail too."

"WHAT?"

he is not joking. a black tail to go with the black ears, sliding out from under the oversized hoodie. you are not sure what happened next, but you wake up on the sofa with the man, who you are now guessing is some human cat hybrid version of Mars fanning you with a magazine.

"I AM SORRY, Y/N PLEASE WAKE UP I AM SO- oh you are awake thank goodness i missed you i am really so sorry…" he drops the magazine almost instantly, leaning towards you and wrapping you in a warm embrace, much to your surprise. you yelp, but the softness, as well as his ears moving in the cutest way while he hugs you make you accept the gesture, and return it.

you never thought you would hear a grown man purr exactly like a cat, but here you are. well, you never thought you would have a catboy in your apartment either, but this is already happening so...

"so, Mars?"

"yeah?"

"you have some explaining to do."

after what turned out to be at least two hours of you and him going back and forth about what had unfolded and what was the history of the young catboy's state, you find out that, in reality, his name is Park Seonghwa, and that he is a demon, of all things. that is right, a demon. set out to curse and haunt and spread sin. but no, he is cast out of hell because he is too kind and soft. and so he had been cursed to be a cat, until for a full year, someone could give him their whole heart, their full love. while he explains this to you with a fondness unlike anything you had ever seen before in your life (except in what you perceived from cat Mars's eyes), you begin to blush, realising that all this time, you were talking to and confessing to him. Seonghwa. this handsome man who was always by your side and-

oh. and he was sleeping in the same bed as you. just great. you flush an even deeper shade and cover your face. and he had been jealous, not territorial, when your friend had come over.

"are you okay?"

"so okay."

"hug?"

"i, uh-"

"you give really good hugs."

"Park Seonghwa do you really want to make me suffer?"

"I AM SO SORRY ARE YOU HURT? DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG I AM SO SORRY?!"

"no you are too cute. come here"

catboy!hwa headcanons

is initially cautious because well… you got used to him being a cat and now suddenly you have a whole man with cat ears and a tail walking around your house. he catches on to the fact that you are kind of shy around him too, but he does not push it, at least not straight away.

because that would mean that he has to get over his own shyness towards you extra quickly, and that proves to be difficult when it hits him that, well, he is now a person too, and you are a person, and he fell in love with you, and you told him you loved him before - on occasion he just walks around blushing with his ears pressed flat to his head but don't point it out he is already struggling ;~;

you might have to be the one to initiate the contact again because he is literally too scared to overstep anything and everything - even when you bought him his own first few sets of clothes as a 'human edition anniversary gift'. you approach him to give him a hug and he groups up as if he is about to dive into a pool, hands to his chest, eyes wide. but is he moving anywhere? no. does his purring give him away? yes. after that the two of you gently reintroduce physical touch and it makes you realise just how much you miss Mars, particularly because Seonghwa is still a little distant for understandable reasons. But you both are trying your best.

if you massage his head and scratch behind his hears he will melt - his favourite thing in the world is having his head rest on your lap with his eyes closed while you ruffle his hair really slowly and run your fingers through it.

desperately misses the times when you would call him handsome and pretty and smart, and every single affectionate word in the universe so he tries his damn hardest to get you to do that again, first by trying to be nice and helping you around the house, and when the results are not to his satisfaction and when cuddle sessions are pretty much the norm, but words of affection aren't… he pouts and openly asks you why you don't call him that anymore. you squeak the words out but the reaction makes every next attempt easier than anything.

he is scared to approach your room again, though, and this time you say nothing because well, this is a whole other territory. a couple of months pass before you consider and that is because you find him sleeping on the floor a couple of times, curled up with is tail covering his face a little, and he said it was because "he is scared otherwise and here is safe". so you take out a futon for now, but he is more than happy with this progress.

he learns how to cook both from you and from tutorials online, and then starts remembering what he used to cook a long time before - you basically stop cooking altogether because now he is insistent on waking you up with breakfast, packing you lunch and greeting you with dinner. he sometimes gets a bit too experimental, but you do not mind it too much because at least he cleans everything up.

you think you can ignore the lego in the corner of your living room? no :) it is a date now. a lego building date. for four hours straight. on the floor. him running this ship like you run your team at work. and his focus, his professional approach to the matter is a little too attractive, you admit to yourself. and somewhere along the way that translates into you planting a kiss on Hwa's cheek. this is the only time over the whole four hours that he drops the pieces he is holding in his hands, gazing at you, not quite sure if what he felt just now was real or not.

but nope, judging by your attempts to avoid his gaze this was very real. so he gets real bold real quick and guess who finds themselves trapped by two tones arms on either side of you, back on the floor, a curious and mischievous face a mere inch away? that's right, you. wants to build a starship, accidentally builds a relationship along with it - a major win.

there isn't ever a platonic stage really. an extensive awkward stage? sure. a roommates-maybe stage? sure. two people who like each other? sure. and now, after many months of you settling into a new routine, two people who love each other and keep telling each other that.

he finds a job that he can do remotely, and in this way remains mainly at home and around the neighbourhood with his beloved hobbies and balancing you out. in this way he now starts to sneak support to pay bills and to buy you little gifts (as a little apology for taking your clothes sometimes - read often)

it is not Hwa's fault that he misses you very quickly. it just happens. then one thing leads to another and he is lying on your shared bed hugging a hoodie of yours. eventually that leads to him dragging a couple more items out of your wardrobe and making a little nest out of them - only then does his worry go down and he goes for a nap while curled up in a ball.

when he knows that you should be arriving soon he starts walking up to the window, then away then back to the window, and away again. cycle repeats itself until he can spot you from a distance, and then he just stays by the window.

he helps you redecorate and rearrange your apartment, considering that you now have a 5'10'' human cat instead of one you can hold with two hands, and shocks you with just how many details he remembers about you, down to allergies, what colours irritate you when it comes to interiors, what plants you had to give away to keep him 'in cat form' safe - even though yes, he would not eat them, but how were you to know that?

he remembers all your special days, and hopes you remember his, too. thankfully, he knows his own birthday and using cat mathematics, converted from demon to cat to human. and so, now you can celebrate him wholeheartedly, only this time that also involves you taking him to go have a picnic under the cherry blossoms.

you and Seonghwa go to pick out and buy him a phone together, and you spend a whole day teaching him how to use it. soon enough your own phone goes off with notifications from him. he sends you fun things throughout the day and if he is busy, he sends you a selfie or a heartfelt message.

likes to curl up and read poetry with you. doesn't matter if out loud of in silence. what matters to him is that you are close. and good luck trying to get away - he has a tail and it is wrapped around your leg like an alert system so that he can tackle you right back to the couch or the bed. because it is you and Seonghwa time.

occasionally sings you lullabies that he either overheard somewhere or remembers, breaking into a smile when you wriggle closer to him and fall asleep, stress melting away from your every feature.

overall you are now living with a catboy Hwa cast out of hell for being too nice, who also turned out to be a big nerd, with heart eyes for you, sweater paws instead of actual paws, the occasional feline habits still coming through (like him rubbing his face against your shoulder, or your own face, or him hissing when frustrated or threatened, or him having the widest stretch in the morning, or… actually he is still part cat so, you have to deal with it), and all the love to give. thankfully not in the form of something he hunted. he buys birds at a store now. meant to be cooked. human-friendly.

he brings you a limited edition starship instead. if you display it he will look at you like he is falling in love with you all over again - if that is even possible because that would mean stopping loving you now, and that is the one thing he cannot do <3

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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 year

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hii idk if tumblr may be eating my sents but i'm here again asking for Saul headcanons with his GN kitten 😵‍💫😵‍💫

i really loved ur Lalo petplay post 🙏

hi!!! i got ur ask originally im sowwy i didn't get to it sooner. been in the academic trenches yk how it be. im glad u liked the lalo post!!!!

a lot of the time when writing hcs i think either you'd have to initiate things or it's a mutual discussion. not this. this is 100% his idea.

i feel like he'd be sneaky about it too. he hands you a fancy gift box saying he got you something really special and he promises you'll love it.

you open it and it's a cat ear headband, a tail plug, and a collar with a leash. you're about to say something along the lines of "are you fucking kidding me" when you look up and he's giving you the most PATHETIC eyes.

"please, darling?" 🥺🥺🥺

you sigh, you can't say no to him.

he practically squeals when he sees you in the gear he's so excited. you just look so cute!!!

absolutely ruffles your hair and strokes the ears with his thumb any chance he can get.

does not let you talk. you're a cat. he's going to make you meow for him.

he's been teasing you relentlessly with his hands and dangling you over the edge. "please, saul-"

he stops. "i'm sorry, sweetheart, did you need something? i didn't catch that, kitten."

you hesitate before you answer him. "meow..."

"there we go! who's a good kitty? you deserve a treat." (and he finally lets you cum 😽)

if you think he's not going to make this cringe with stupid jokes, then you don't know saul goodman.

he comes up for air while he's giving you head. "guess you can say the cat got my tongue, huh?"

he's giving it to you missionary and your nails drag down his back. "hey! watch it!" he'd grab your wrists and pin them above your head. "bad kitty! no scratching!"

you're giving him head and he's about to cum. "oh, that's a gooood kitty. you want some milk, huh? c'mon, stick your tongue out."

when you're done he gives you so many kisses and headpats. seeing you act so sweet for him just melts his heart 😻

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nsharks · 5 months

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Not me squinting my eyes trying to read what’s on the screen from your MacBook🤠

Also your cat is sooooo adorable 😻😻love cats

🕵🏻‍♂️

I was never a cat person but I got two kitties this summer and they have my whole heart

#ask

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wyrmcat · 10 months

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Just finished another Wizard Kitty!

This was a commission I made, and she came out so cute!!! The eyes and heart glow in the dark :3c

😻🪄🌌🌟🩷💜💛🐈‍⬛✨🔮

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itsjaywalkers · 1 month

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😻😻

heart eyes??? KITTY HEART EYES???? kissing u

#asks #emoji nonnie

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brighteststar707 · 1 year

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Hi Faye! 19, 28, and 34 for Saeyoung maybe? 👀

19. What's their favorite emoji?

From the chatrooms, his favourite emoji to use is this one:

It's cute, flirty and never fails to annoy the other members when he sends it to them. Win win win!

You just know that in a chatroom that the two of you are in, you're getting spammed with cute heart-eye sevens. You can be announcing the most mundane things and he'll still be heart-eyeing you.

Out of the non-chatroom emojis, his favourites are the kitty face emojis 😺😸😹. Why express something with boring regular emoji when you could be a cat? It's a no brainer. He is also known to spam you with the pleading emoji 🥺 when he's feeling clingy.

28. What food can they never resist?

The obvious answer here is Honey Buddha Chips. The perfect balance of salty and sweet, the perfect crunch every time! How can he resist?

That being said, there is a level of comfort he finds in warm hearty meals that cannot be achieved from chips alone. Some of his most vivid memories of his time in the agency were the times he arrived home, exhausted and beaten up and had Vanderwood push a plate in front of him of something warm and filling. He wouldn't have even noticed how hungry he was until he smelled it.

Nowadays, soups, stews and curries are dishes that make him feel the most comforted. He finds himself craving them more and more (to his own surprise).

34. What feature or action of another person is incredibly attractive to them?

He has spent most of his life surrounded by darkness. People who were the embodiment of the worst humanity had to offer. Because of this, he clings to kindness in every form. It's how he survived for this long without succumbing to the cruelty himself.

He loves V and Rika because they showed him and Saeran kindness when they needed it most. He stays in the RFA because their kindness draws him in. They bring out the humanity in him that he thought he had lost a long time ago.

The actions that are most attractive to him are those of people who choose kindness first, in spite of the state of the world and the cruelty that exists. People who are willing to persevere because they know that people are still deserving of warmth.

Despite the guilt and shame he carries over his own involvement with the agency and everything he has had to do to survive, he doesn't want to believe that he's a bad person. He may have had soft fluttery feelings for you when you first entered the apartment, but it is your actions several days later that cement those feelings as love. You looked at him and insisted that no, you're not what you say you are. You're so much more.

Physically, he finds himself attracted to people's shoulders. The way that posture can tell so much about a person without even having to talk to them, the way clothes sit (or don't) on them. He likes to rest his head against your shoulder when he's tired or rest his chin on your shoulder when you're on his lap. Just... shoulders 😻.

#also he's a thigh guy #thank you for the ask!#ask game #cass-who #mystic messenger #mystic messenger saeyoung #mystic messenger 707

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george-weasleys-girl · 9 months

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Dear ~•~ faery, If i may, I'd like to offer this small watercolor painting in exchange for an oracle reading. Wyrd Wanderings

Congratulations for reaching an incredible milestone, an anniversary! Your writing is cherished and loved by many. I, and many, are very thankful that you share the inner workings of your mind with us. I hope you truly celebrate your hard work, today. You've created a wonderful blog, a place of intrigue, giggles and heart-eyes. All while consistently updating your stories, that's wild! One can tell that you walk hand in hand with the worlds and wonders of your stories and words. All I mean to say is that it's clear you care about what you write. And that's beautiful. Wherever it is that life takes you, whatever it is you decide to write, and however it looks (regardless of whether you publish it or not), I wish you nothing but the best! It has been a pleasure crossing paths with you, dear friend. Thank you for answering every question and receiving every cat picture I've ever thrown at you. May you find the adventures and views that you crave in the next years of your writing. You are truly a wonderful writer, don't let the doubts creep in and make you question yourself. Fight the irrelevant echoes that lurk, who do they think they are just showing up all of a sudden? Fuck 'em. <3 I send you good energy, friend. And a bear hug, of course. P.S. I will miss seeing that while I should be working you're probably procrastinating.

Thank you so much for your amazing friendship and support. I adore the painting, it's beautiful! You portrayed my kitties perfectly! 😻🫂💞🌷

Ok, here's your reading. 😊

Himself

Known as Himself, this Sidhe signifies life force and the balance of nature. In a reading, he represents vitality, creativity, confidence, and strength. He energizes everything around him.

You may be drawn to create more, to experience more, to bring more life into your life. Now, is a good time to do it. If there's something new you want to try, or simply do more of the things you enjoy, go for it!

#one year celebration #oracle reading #faeries oracle #moots <3 #asks

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void-soda · 1 year

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😻

Hehehe, and what is this cute kitty having heart eyes over? Any art of mine you liked kitty?

#ramblings #anonymous

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renlyslittlerose · 1 year

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Tag Game to Better Know You

Send this to people you’d like to know better!

I was tagged by @ragnarlothcat and @bi-wan 💖

What book are you currently reading? Currently reading through ‘The City and the City’ by China Miéville! I’m going through his collection of works at the moment and enjoying myself.

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? I only went to see the re-release of Rogue One so... I guess that!

What do you usually wear? At home it’s a t-shirt, a sweatshirt, and leggings or sweats. At work I look like a librarian from the 1930′s.

How tall are you? 157 cm or 5′2. I’m short stuffs

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Aries! Share my birthday with Eric Idle, Marina Sirtis, and Lucy Lawless. And according to Wikipedia it’s also the day that the Royal Albert Hall was opened, and the first batch of Coca-Cola was produced!

Do you go by your name or a nick-name? Full name irl, nickname online.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? At first I wanted to be an ancient Greek warrior. Suffice to say that didn’t work out. Then I wanted to be a vet but then I realized I sucked at math and science and faint at the sight of blood. So. No, I did not.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? I’m aro/ace

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? I’m good being stupidly stubborn and sticking to things, even when I’m at my wits end. I’m bad at maintaining contact with people, even those I really care for. Sometimes its because of medical stuff, other times it’s because I just keep forgetting and don’t make the effort to send a message and check in.

Dogs or cats? Kitty-cats 😻 I like visiting friends’ dogs and meeting them on the street, but I could never care for one like they’d need.

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? It’s not been posted yet, but it’s an upcoming section from my WWII AU Obikin fic ‘Moonlight Serenade’

“I love this song,” Padmé said. Her voice sounded distant. Hazy, like the setting sun on the horizon.

“Me too,” he said, resting his chin on the top of her head. He closed his eyes and thought of Obi-Wan, freely and without shame. Thought of his smile, his voice, the tender touch of the fingertips as they brushed together. Thought of how important he was to Anakin, to his identity. His heart ached and he held on to Padmé a little harder - a little more forcefully.

She didn’t even flinch.

What’s something you would like to create content for? I’d like to get back to working on my original novel. It’s been on hold since the summer when I was put into an obikin chokehold and slammed into the wrestling mat.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? Star Wars. Formula 1. My cat. My upcoming trip to Disneyland.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? Nothing! I was lucky this year; even the shitty stuff had a silver lining. Let’s hope that holds over for 2023...

What’s a hidden talent of yours? I’m really good at forgetting names and forgetting my keys behind locked doors. Do those count?

Are you religious? Nah.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? Certainty about the future of my health. And a pair of really warm winter boots - all my boots are more fashionable than practical because I’m vein and dumb.

I tag: @moitey @vulpesarctica @kyberkenobi @the-nuup @voidsteeth @gray-sparrow @dininginspace @benegesseritwitch (no pressure if you’re not feeling it!)

#meme #tag game #personal

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malienessan · 2 years

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Well, if it isn’t everybody’s favorite blanket, whipping out the tough questions! ❤️

1: describe yourself through the eyes of a stranger? I don’t know Malin, but she seems calm and sure of herself. I bet she’s very confident, cause she smiles a lot. Her eyes are pretty, but the hair? Well, anyone can have a midlife crisis, right? Haha! But seriously, it suits her. I like her, she’s very friendly.

2: what is a quality you’d like to change about yourself? I wish that I could trust people when they compliment me, say nice things about me. I don’t like myself that much and I have a really hard time accepting that others might like me.

8: describe how you envision your ideal life partner? Someone nice and funny, someone who would pity me when I need it, but be able to tell when it’s time to tell me to stop it. Someone who won’t get tired of my low self esteem. Someone who have similar interests, but also different interests and like to learn about what I like, and want to tell me what they like. Someone who can see me for who I am and isn’t afraid of dealing with my demons, cause they know I’m worth it.

Thank you for these light hearted questions that didn’t make me think so hard about difficult stuff. 💕

Here, have two kitties in a row 😻

#ask malin #theredquilt #50 questions

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valpuduzz · 1 month

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my crush added me on insta.... i think im gonna be sick/pos

#the meowing of a cat 🐱#heart eyes kitty 😻#<- this will be my crush tag. filter this plz if u dont wanna see me talk about him

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meowzfordayz · 2 years

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meows for days

Author’s Note: kitties have my whole heart. 😻 As do Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Tanjirou! As do all the Hashira !! HeLp !!! 🥴

meows for days

Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~3,000

CW: explicit language

Request Fulfilled: Tanjiro x reader, Zenitsu x reader, and Inosuke x reader where a box of kittens are abandoned at the butterfly estate and reader and the character help take care and play with the kittens and it would be super cute and fluffy

~faqs~

Would initially think it’s a prank

Or a trap

Kittens can be deadly, yanno? 😳

#exploding kittens #the card game

But like, “Zeni, who would use kittens as a trap?”

“Someone trying to lure you,” he retorts, arms crossed suspiciously

Okaaay

Fair point 😅

BUT, the tiny box sitting outside the Butterfly Mansion just looks so…

Not threatening

“I guess we’ll have to take that risk,” you shrug, peering into the box

Four adorable balls of fur mewl, crawling around and over each other

Poor darlings you frown to yourself This box is waaay too small

“[y/n]!” Zenitsu’s eyes widen as he tugs nervously at your elbow, “It could be dangerous!”

You raise an eyebrow, squatting beside the box

Aha! Zenitsu’ll fall in love with you for sure!

Carefully, you pluck a kitten from the box, cuddling it to your chest

“Meeew, meeew, meeew.”

“IT’S A SIGNAL! IT’S A SIGNAL! IT’S A SIGNAL! [Y/N]! IT’S-”

This dumb mf 🙃

You smack his chest, “OUCH!”, and hand him the noisy kitten

Instinctively, he holds it gently like you knew he would, expression softening the moment its mewing lessens

“Is it still a signal?” you smirk

He hushes you, actually hushes you, as he runs a shy finger down its spine

“It’s… it’s so… so…”

—I firmly believe Zenitsu has tears in his eyes at this point

—Has he ever held a kitten canonically before?

—Idk! 😂

—But is it a life changing experience ??

—Heck yeah !!!!! 🥳

“Well there are three more,” you almost coo at him #heart eyes for men w/ kittens, taking another lil cutie from the box

Zenitsu becomes classic cat dad

Didn’t want cats, got cats, and now doesn’t trust anybody but himself w/ the cats

That kind of classic cat dad

Shinobu was highly uninterested in having cats living at the Butterfly Mansion

So Zenitsu tried the trick you used on him, on her

It…

Didn’t go as well 😬

But still worked ??

Not so much the trick #RIP Zenitsu after pulling that stunt 😵

Mostly just that Shinobu could tell the kittens wouldn’t survive otherwise

And even tho she’s not a fan of furry creatures, she doesn’t want four more innocent souls on her conscience

Zenitsu is a #helicopter cat dad

Assisted by his heightened hearing, and moving speed

He thinks it’s fate

Is this why I’m a Thunder Breathing user ?? To hear and save and protect my kittens ??

You’re verrry patient w/ him — no need to tell him cats can get down from countertops and tables just fine on their own 🙄

Or that every meow doesn’t mean hUnGrY

—LOL ofc every meow means hUnGrY

Fortunately, Zenitsu’s also deeply invested in their health, so he doesn’t overfeed them

He:

Regularly clips their nails: three of them are easy going about it, but the fourth he has to swaddle

Bathes with them: ngl it’s fricking precious when you catch cat dad Zenitsu bathing w/ his children — they’re curious and well behaved, calm as he gently scrubs them… except for the fourth (the fourth watches disdainfully from the edge of the tub)

Brushes their fur daily (they’re longhaired), an hr each, because, “They purr the whole time!” — which, they do, but that’s four hrs daily spent brushing cats (the fourth, surprisingly, falls asleep during brush hr)

Goes hunting, daily, so they can, “Eat fresh!”

Takes them on walks: they pitter patter behind him, tails perked, and you can’t resist smiling fondly whenever he interrupts your chores or training or whatever — he’ll hold your hand for a bit as you chat, cats weaving between your legs, head butting your calves

Refuses to let anyone else help him

He’s a #jealous cat dad

Doesn’t let anyone else feed or groom his cats

Claims it’s bc nobody else:

Would clip their nails properly, and he insists on using a specific technique (won’t show anyone the technique tho)

Would participate fully in bathtime, and he insists on a personal experience vs simply “dumping them in a bucket”

Would brush their fur for the full hr, and he insists he can tell the difference between 59 minutes of brushing and an hr of brushing

Would hunt fresh meat for every meal, and he insists on never feeding them anything dried, frozen, or preprepared

Would be able to get them to follow them for walks, and he insists that walks are crucial to their emotional and mental wellbeing

“What about when you’re sent on a mission?” you ask him quietly

He’s 47 minutes into his allotted brushing time, sitting cross legged with a cat on his lap, the remaining three sprawled nearby

“I…” he falters, freezing mid stroke, “I guess, could you take care of them?”

You smile gently, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead, “I would be honored, but… Zeni, what if we’re both sent on missions?”

Zenitsu’s eyes close as he inhales and exhales

A sheepish expression flitting across his face

“I should…” he nibbles at his bottom lip, hesitant, “I should be less possessive?”

You laugh cheerfully, poking the dent between his eyebrows, “You’ll always be overprotective cat dad… but you need to trust more people to take care of them. Perhaps Aoi? You know she’s caring and attentive to details. It’ll ease the pressure of being their primary caretaker, and… when you do have to leave, hopefully the guilt’ll feel… more manageable.”

He swallows, glancing at the ball of fur—his fast growing, beautiful, ball of fur—purring in his lap, and nods

“Thank you.”

You chuckle, twirling a bouncy tendril of his hair around your pinky, “Whatever for?”

“For handing me the kitten,” he smiles brightly, scratching under his cat’s jaw, “And for looking out for me — for looking out for them.”

Would be extremely curious and HYPED after your discovery of a box of kittens

Ofc he has positive intentions, but he’s also the embodiment of chaotic toddler energy

“Kocho-sama, could we please shelter these kittens? They’re so… tiny,” you hold out the box for her to peer into

Shinobu tries not to flinch at the three scraps of fur, noting their poor condition, “What if they eat Fugu?”

Inosuke scowls beside you, gently, protectively, taking the box from you

You interject before he ruins any chance of Shinobu agreeing, “How about until they’re healthy?”

Shaking her head, “If we shelter them until they’re healthy, then everyone’ll become attached and this’ll become their permanent residence,” Shinobu sighs resignedly, “They may stay here under the condition of: if they eat Fugu, then neither of you will be welcomed here again.”

Inosuke’s about to protest What if we’re injured? You’ll just let us die because our cats ate your dumb fish?!, so you stomp on his foot instead

Damn it [y/n] !! I’m carrying precious cargo !! his glare communicates, big toe throbbing

Shinobu claps cheerfully, flaring her haori as she spins around

And leaves

Err

“Well, we better make sure these kittens don’t grow up into fish killers,” you mutter

Inosuke ignores you

Lap full of kittens as he sits on the ground

You blink

You blink again

Rub your eyes

He’s sitting on the ground, boar head off, lap full of kitten

“I didn’t wanna scare ‘em,” he answers before you can even ask

Ugh 😍

It’s not like you forget how pretty he is bc he’s your partner — you’re basically the only person who gets to see him, boar head off, on a regular basis

But

Pretty man w/ his lap full of kittens

Pretty man w/ his rough voice, volatile mannerisms, and just overall weirdities

W/ HIS LAP FULL OF KITTENS

—Btw I doubt “weirdities” is a word, but c’mon: man can dislocate everything at will and wiggle through a tunnel ?? That’s #weird

—And obvi awesome !!

—Still #weird tho

You squeal in delight, moving to rest your hands on his shoulders as his ears redden

You’re the only person he won’t immediately shrug off 🥺

He’s too distracted atm anyway

Inosuke quickly turns into #trainer cat dad

Once they’re weaned off formula and confirmed to be in satisfactory health

He begins his make-sure-these-kittens-don’t-grow-up-into-fish-killers regimen

If Tengen can train muscular mice, then Inosuke can train fish friendly cats !! 😤

… or can he?

Does Inosuke strike you as someone w/ enough patience to train cats ?????

Yeeeah

He isn’t

But he’s… determined! 😌

Spends weeks trying to teach them “Sit down”

“Lie down”

“Roll over”

“No!”

… they’re not puppies babe 🤪

Altho Inosuke’s suuuper proud that they seem to obey “No!”

You don’t have the heart to correct him

Literally: he’ll say, “No!” when one of them is on the dining table or something, pick them up, place them on the floor, and proceed to praise them and himself, “You’re so smart kitty! You listen to Master Hashibira, don’t cha?”

He’ll brag the entire evening about how they, “Respected and obeyed Master Hashibira!”

Buuut they still won’t sit, lie, or roll

Or anything else

Besides yanno

Be 🐈cats🐈‍⬛

You don’t interfere w/ his #program

Content to observe Master Hashibira: Whisperer of Cats

Futilely attempt to teach the cats how to backflip

“No kitty!” as he squats, cradling it in his hands, manually maneuvering it through a backflip motion

You suspect it’s bc you’re raising them, but they’re uncharacteristically unbothered by Inosuke’s usually rambunctious behavior

—Bc Ik most cats would not tolerate Master Hashibira’s antics

—Again, he means well !!

—He just reeeally wants them to complete a bamboo ramps and rings obstacle course

“Aww kitty, are you tired?” he murmurs

The cat’s curled into a shrimp shape, tail tucked under its chin

“One more backflip! I believe in you!” he exclaims, lifting the drowsy cat for another rotation

You snort as the cat yawns disinterestedly, allowing Inosuke to flip it

“[y/n]!” he grins widely

“Master Hashibira, how goes the training?” you smile playfully

“I like when you call me Master Hashibira!” he declares loudly, staring as you enter the common area

“Your student… is sleeping,” you chuckle, pointing to the now snoozing cat

Inosuke scowls good naturedly, tenderly petting its ear, “I’ll just find one of its siblings!”

“Ah,” you pat his head, knees pressing lightly into his shoulder blades

He leans back, grunting softly

“I like when I can touch your face,” you tap along the edge of his jaw

“S’because I don’t wanna scare ‘em,” he grumbles

“How noble of you, Master Hashibira,” you crouch behind him, chest warm against his back arms hanging comfortingly over his shoulders

“I’m still God of the Mountain,” he huffs without malice, interlacing his unoccupied fingers with yours

You smile at the scene

Master Hashibira: sans signature boar head, stroking his dozing, purring cat

God of the Mountain: sans shirt as expected, stripped bare — in body and in… in something… delicately sweet, fragile as jasmine, soothing as chamomile, promising as sunflowers

Inosuke: sans bells and whistles, who lets you caress his skin, meet his gaze, and call him out on his bullshit

“My Inosuke,” you whisper into his neck

He shivers, a low groan building in his throat

“So beautiful with his cats,” you giggle, “So cute.”

“M’not cute,” he glowers

“So, so cute,” you peck his cheek

He’s not cute

Not, not, not

Absolutely. Not. Cute…

But…

As he soaks in the affection of your embrace, the familiarity of your scent

He decides

He’s okay being

Master Hashibira: Whisperer of Cats

Your Inosuke

“Darling, darling, sweetheart, darling!” Tanjirou calls for you, enthusiasm reverberating through the hall

“Tan?” you call back, “In here! Organizing my room!”

His footsteps thud loudly, getting closer and closer

“DARLING! LOOK WHAT I FOUND!”

He’s holding a box, carefully, eyes alert and shining 📦🤗

“That’s… a nice box!” you’re supportive, albeit confused

“Listen!”

Silence envelops your room for a moment, and then…

“Wait,” you squeal, “Wait, wait, wait,” you rush to the box, grasping Tanjirou’s hands so you’re holding the box together

Five kittens totter in the box, muted mewls and the scraping of claws against cardboard accompanying their frail bodies

“Where?” you gasp, face flush with excitement

“Outside the mansion. I meant to go to the market, but I smelled something… odd. Turns out it was these precious bundles.”

“And Kocho-sama?” you ask sharply, eyes narrowing at the prospect of having to abandon the kittens a second time

“I’ve already received her permission to house them here,” Tanjirou smiles proudly

“Change of plans,” you grin, “My room is organized. Let’s play with kittens!”

Tanjirou is 100% a #cat parent

Not exactly a #cat dad tho, bc he happily shares parenting responsibilities w/ you

Like, if someone didn’t know any better, then they’d prob assume he’s talking about a literal child

Not five kittens

“Darling, did you feed them this morning?” I did Tan, they’re so greedy! 😋

“[y/n], how are they doing? Have we weighed them recently?” Not recently, Tan. We could do it in an hour? “Sounds wonderful to me, darling!”

“Sweetheart, I miss them.” Oh Tan, I miss them too. “Let’s finish this mission as soon as possible?” Absolutely Tan.

“[y/n]... I can’t find one of them!” Calm, Tan. Honey, Tan, love. I’m sure they’re just getting into trouble somewhere. We can look for them, together. They’re going to be okay. “Promise?” I promise, Tan.

“Sweetheart! They broke another one of Kocho-sama’s pots.” Uh oh! Quick, grab them and we’ll run away! “Are you serious?” I am so serious Tan.

You fall into a cozy rhythm, alternating feeding, grooming, and playing

Tanjirou claims doting parent; you, the levelheaded one

It’s endearing, truly, how meticulously he cares for your kittens

Worrying about their diet — he consults experts in the nearby villages, as well as a reluctant Shinobu

Obsessing over their fur — he buys five different brushes before settling for the one that seems the least abrasive

Allowing them to sleep in your bed — they’re warmer than any blanket, and make great alarm clocks

And the sweetest most annoying part?

He consults you constantly

“Is it okay if I adjust their diets slightly, darling? Kocho-sama suggested more meat.”

You smile fondly, “Sure, Tan.”

“Sweetheart? I think their brush is wearing out. Would you mind if I bought a replacement?”

“Of course, Tan,” you press a grateful kiss to his cheek

“[y/n]? I feel like we haven’t spent quality time with them recently.”

You smooth your thumb across his furrowed brow, “We can definitely make more time for them. How about this afternoon after sparring?”

He nods, gently catching your hand, nuzzling his nose into your palm, “Thank you, darling.”

—

“You know Tan,” you murmur as you sit in bed together, three purr balls sprawled at your feet—additional kittens on both of your laps—as you sip tentatively on fragrant tea 🍵

“Hm, sweetheart?” he reaches, placing an affectionate hand on your thigh

—UGH imagine snuggling in bed w/ Tanjirou and KITTENS 😭

“I trust you.”

He hums in acknowledgment, faint pink dusting his ears

“You’re considerate, attentive,” your heart flutters, “You amaze me.”

A shy laugh fills your room as he ducks his head, “Darling, why’re you… saying… all of this?”

“Because I want to?” you wink cheekily, “And because…” you drift off, suddenly, timid

He squeezes your thigh, reassuringly, encouragingly

“Do you regret stumbling upon our kittens?” you ask softly

His reaction is shockingly abrupt, hands cupping your nervous expression, calloused finger pads steady as they stroke your cheekbones

“How do you mean?”

“Well, they’re a lot of work. Sometimes I wonder if… I fear that…”

You meet his eyes, raw and adoring

—Tanjirou’s totally befuddled btw

—What are you wondering?

—What are you afraid of?

—Has he not demonstrated his intentions, deeply and vulnerably?

“I fear I’m not an adequate partner. For our kittens. For-”

His forehead is firm and intimate, nudging yours, derailing your spiral

“Stop.”

His tone is… lowered, more serious than you’re accustomed to

“Please stop. Darling. Sweetheart. [y/n]. My darling, sweet [y/n].”

His eyes

Safe, infinite, enduring; tempered by hollow grey, the fragility of not knowing

“You are adequate. Brilliant. The first and only person I thought of when I stumbled upon our kittens.”

He smells the panic leaking from the fissure in your heart

A winding, puzzled symphony of Could this be enough?

“What do you see, [y/n]?” he asks quietly

He waits as you process his question, fingertips continuining their protective strokes

“I see you,” you smile slowly, “And our kittens. Our five precious bundles. I see you pacing in the middle of the night, terrified that they might not make it. I see you relieved, shimmering, joyful, as you realize they’ve made it — as you realize they’re ours. I see you with your face in their fur as they purr. Dangling the sleeves of your haori for them to play with. Pulling them onto your lap when they yawn. I see you, Tanjirou. I see you and your kindness, your generosity, your dedication. You’re brighter than all the light I could ever wish to see.”

You render him speechless with your openness

With how precisely you see him

How painful it was for you to confess

“You’re there too, you know.”

His voice is full and certain; as raspy as a morning of sleeping in; as tactile as knowing he’s beside you

“In the middle of the night, holding my hand, making sure I don’t lose myself. As I realize, as you realize, that we sounds, feels, like home — much more than words of separation ever could. Whatever you see, I see you there with me. You are my partner, as I am yours. Our kittens... you... you’re enough. You are all I could ever wish to see. The pain you carry? It is our pain, if you’re willing.”

He feels the corners of your eyes dampening, just as you see his glistening

“All of me is yours, if you’re willing.”

You whisper, “I’m scared, Tan.”

“Me too, darling.”

“I’m willing, Tan. I’m willing,”

#kamaboko gang #kamaboko squad #kamaboko trio #headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #agatsuma zenitsu #zenitsu x reader #hashibira inosuke #inosuke x reader #kamado tanjirou #tanjiro x reader

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Up for a challenge?

Tell us about when Owin met Chloe, from Chloe's POV.

Why did she decide to adopt him? 😻

I'm going to make this a double. You'll get to see what lead Owin to want to adopt, and then him there at the shelter, but also Chloe. Because this is too funny!

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Tolerate You

Summary: Owin meets Chloe

Pairings: Owin X Mrs. Drysdale, Owin X Chloe, Owin X Aster

Rating: cute and fluffy, with a bit of vulgarity

Warnings: language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.4K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Owin Everett-Levinson Masterlist

“Owie, I think you’re lonely,” you take a sip from your coffee, but he just shakes his head no. “Yeah, you are. You don’t bring your couple week long girls here. You eat at your parents house the majority of time, unless you’re at Az’s and cooking for her and Ellie. You are lonely. Why don’t you want to be here?”

“Because no one is here, but I’m not lonely.”

“You need an independent animal,” Owin shakes his head no starting to protest. “Yes. A cat for you Owin! They’re independent. You’ll want to be at the loft more. You’ll have something to snuggle with in the middle of the night.”

“Aren’t you a dog person?”

“But are you? No. Dogs are needy. Cats can be needy, but they also like their space. Want me to go to the shelter with you and just see how you feel about cat sweet boy?”

“No.”

“Owin Apollo, you’re going with me to a shelter, and you’re going to look at the cats. That’s it. Plus, think of how adorable a giant man and a little pussy cat would be. The pussy you keep chasing around might stay a bit longer,” you get up to leave his loft, and when you catch a glimpse of that smirk, you know where this is going.

“Mrs. D, so that means if I get a cat, you’ll give me your...”

“Owie, you better stop before I call Ransom.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.”

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Owin looks around the shelter and is immediately overwhelmed. Complete heart eyes at every little cat he comes across. Spotting a giant Maine Coon immediately he runs to it. “No.”

“Mrs. D, look at it. It’s giant like me.”

“No, the loft isn’t exactly big enough, and that cat needs space to play outside. You’re place isn’t suited for him,” Owin pouts at you, but you still shake your head.

“I guess I’m moving into the guest house, and this one can roam around,” you still shake your head. “You just don’t want Mr. D to be jealous of me being that close.”

“You figured me out, Owie. Look at this one,” you point at a little kitten. “It looks sweet.”

“Can I have them all?”

“You didn’t want any, and now you want all?”

“They need me. They’re lonely just like your favorite giant. I want them all,” he stops his words to see a crate being carried away with a hissing cat in there. “Where are you taking that?”

“No one wants a hissing kitty. We uh...” they stop when Owin walks closer and looks into the crate. “Ragamuffins usually aren’t this feisty.”

“Ragamuffins? This...that’s the breed? Ragamuffin? Huh, look at you, you little bitchy thing. Not so tough looking at me, huh? I feel like we’re meant to be. I love muffins. You are a muffin.”

The cat moves further back into the crate looking at the big man. Terrified at the large demon that dares to invade her privacy. She attempts to give him a little hiss, but it falters in her throat and it only makes her more angry. “You’re nothing but a little puss with me.”

“Sir?”

“I want to hold her,” the volunteer just looks at Owin odd. “I’m a big boy. If she scratches me, I promise I won’t cry. I want the cat, and I need to know if she’ll let me hold her,” the cat pushes way up against the carrier. “You stop that, and let me hold you.

A mitt sized hand grabs her out, and cradles her against his chest. She can’t quit glaring at the large man holding her. Her body rigid in his arms, but she doesn’t hiss. Doesn’t go to scratching him. Her mouth open almost like she’s going to hiss, and it pisses her off that she can’t. “What’s that cat’s name in Aster’s favorite movie?”

“Aster has a favorite movie?”

“Yeah, the puppet boy. That black cat.”

“Fiagaro?” the volunteer asks.

“Oh...no, the fish’s name then?”

“Chloe?” you ask him trying to remember the characters name in Pinocchio.

“Yep, that’s it. Chloe, you are mine,” it isn’t until an inked up finger pushes on her cute little nose that she stares up at this giant. Realizing that he has claimed her. Making it her mission to protect him, and ward off any creatures that may harm him. “Chloe it’s perfect for this bitchy puss! Bag her up.”

“Sir?”

“He’s not being serious. Get the papers for him to adopt the bitchy kitty,” when the volunteer just stares oddly at Owin, you’ve had about enough. “He’s taking the cat home. She is calm with him, yes? My son, and I use that loosely.”

“She means, I didn’t come from her vagina.”

“Owie, hush. He’s my second son, and he’s a good kid...adult,” you can’t believe you called him an adult. Still seeing him as your own child. Chloe looks over at you, and it’s now you that boops her pink nose. Her blue eyes zero in on you, now vowing to protect and love you. Make sure no harm comes to you. You are now her peoples.

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“Az!?” Owin shouts carrying the fluffy cat through the door. “Azzie? Aster!” he shouts again.

“What?” she walks around the hallway carrying a two year old Ellie that screeches seeing the cat.

“Kitty!”

“Why do you have a cat in my house?”

“Kitty!”

“This is my bitchy puss, Chloe,” he proudly sets the cat down who is just frozen looking at the little person.

“Kitty!” Ellie sits down in front of her, and Chloe can’t take her blue eyes off of Ellie, and then the little beastly boops her nose. Zeroing in on this little creature, she crawls into her lap and starts purring. “My kitty.”

“No, Owie’s kitty. Chloe?”

“I thought you would like it. I named her after your fish,” Owin gives her a big smile.

“Do you see a fish here? I don’t do fish. What are you talking about?”

“Well, the fish in Pinocchio,” Aster only laughs, not realizing she’s giving Chloe a pet to her head, and even rubs her cute pink nose. Chloe’s eyes move between the three, realizing her numbers are vastly increasing. She’s unsure of how she got here, or why there’s so many of these things.

“The fish in Pinocchio is named Cleo.”

“Well, I like Chloe. Your mom said that her name was Chloe.”

“Don’t trust mom with Disney. You should have asked dad,” Aster lifts the cat’s head up to look at her. “She is kinda cute.”

“My kitty!”

“Owin, I think it’s time for you and the puss to leave. My child is not having a cat.”

“I’m offended, Aster Drysdale. This puss is perfect for Ellie, but her is my puss. Aren’t ya Chloe?” Chloe in a trance at the giant just nods her furry head with him. “See? She told me I was her and she was mine. Now, what’s for dinner?”

“I don’t cook. So you tell me, Owie?”

“Oh, I see what cha did. You know, if you and Joshie get married, is he going to expect you to cook?”

“Ah, but that plan doesn’t go into effect until I’m thirty-five. I’m still only twenty-nine. Not to mention, we were children when we made that bet.”

The two leave Ellie and Chloe in the living room together, and Chloe just rubs her fluff all over Ellie. This youngest beast, is her favorite. She must leave her scent all over her. Loving the little giggles when she tries to clean Ellie’s fur. Not even caring when the little beastly tries to push her away. This little one needs cleaning, and she tastes like...strawberries and Biscoffs.

“How come you never made that pact with me?” Owin asks pulling stuff out of the pantry, while Aster grabs two wine glasses for the cookie process.

“Do you remember the one time we kissed?”

“Nope, remind me.”

“Yeah, you remember it,” she starts taking a sip from the wine, and Owin narrows his eyes at her. “Sorry, I’ll save this glass for me for later. Here’s your beer,” she responds popping the top. “I threw up. You pushed me away so fast, I almost threw up on myself.”

“You were drunk.”

“I was buzzed. Did it feel right? You wanna try again right now big boy?” Owin only gags, and Aster takes a peek into the living room. Ellie laying flat on her back, while Chloe and her just look at one another. “That’s creepy.”

“No, I don’t need a repeat. It felt like kissing my sister. So does Joshie have a big dick?”

“I’m sure if you asked, he’d pull it out and show you, but I ain’t talking.”

“Az...what was it that Joshie pulled out of you for the first time.”

“Shut up.”

“Joshie always will have a special place in your heart, because, he gave you, your first orgasm. You cried because you had never felt that way, and Joshie just kissed away your tears.”

“Owin Apollo!”

“Aster Sapphire!”

“We don’t talk about that,” she answers calmly. “Add some wine to the pasta.”

“Wino.”

“Asshole.”

“You love me though.”

“I guess,” she grouses, “You love me more.”

“I love Ellie more. I tolerate you.”

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