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#urgh my cat is so cute
aibyoutachi · 7 months
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For the souyo doodle requests, how about Yosuke getting ambushed by Yu's (and his, I guess lmao) herd of cats because he grabbed a bag from the kitchen that they thought was treats
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i feel like souji would keep picking up cats by "accident" and promise yosuke that no, he really won't do anything but feed it until he finds it a new home and now yosuke is that stereotypical grumpy dad who pretends he didn't want any of them but secretly loves and spoils them
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flameoffrost · 1 year
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i love cats so much with their little feet and they stretch em and make em dabloons and the way their little eyes turn into smiles when they sleep and how they curl up into a lil ball and use THEIR TAILS AS A FACE COVER
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nochukoo97 · 8 months
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seven dates a week - monday
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pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: a series of you and jungkook’s dates throughout the week, jungkook is a sweetheart and spoils you a lot, too much in your opinion.
word count: 1.2k+
a/n: OMG super excited for this i am going to make this a small series, probably just seven parts to this for each day of the week but here’s the first fic! but i may open a taglist and asks for this if i think it does well ☺️
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“one touch and you got me stoned~” jungkook’s voice rings throughout the car as the radio plays, you two starting the day early in the morning by going to a coffee shop for breakfast.
you giggle as you point your camera towards your boyfriend who’s currently singing his heart out and driving. when the car stops at the red light, jungkook looks at the camera as he sings with a dramatic expression on his face, causing you to laugh even more.
“your touch blurred my vision, it’s your world and im just in it- oh shit” your boyfriend halts mid-performance when he realises the car behind him had honked for him to go, jungkook was too engrossed in singing for you he had paid no attention to the red light that was now green.
“baby it’s this one, turn right,” you point towards the little coffee shop at the corner of the road that you had searched up for you and jungkook to go.
as you get out of the car, you excitedly grab your boyfriend’s hand, ready to walk into the coffee shop you had been dying to go to.
“jagi, calm down” jungkook laughs while being forcefully dragged to walk two times as fast to the entrance of the coffee shop.
“ohmygosh- baby look this is so cute!” you squeal as you scan the room, pretty flowers adorn the ceiling and there was even a house cat that lived in the coffee shop, according to the website.
even after the waiter had sat the both of you down and given you the menus to place your order, you quickly got distracted and walked towards the cat laying near the entrance.
“hiii cutie, oh my goodness,” you coo as the cat purrs, flipping over on its back to let you scratch its tummy.
“jagi-ah, you want the matcha latte right?” jungkook calls out as he peers over from the menu.
“yeah, you can order whatever food, i can share with you,” you don’t even look back at your boyfriend as you continue to shower the fat grey cat with attention.
—-
“baby, come the food is here,” your boyfriend calls out to you again, you unwillingly walk back to the table as you bid the cat goodbye.
“NO WAIT-” you nearly scream and jungkook who had a fork in his hand, ready to devour the pancakes prettily plated in front of him.
“jesus, you scared me,” your boyfriend grumbled as he leaned back in his chair, forgetting that you always scolded him whenever he began to eat without allowing you to take photos of the food.
“if you had put the fork in the pancake i would have killed you,” you snap a picture of the pancake, angling it so that jungkook’s torso was in the frame.
“okay now can i eat?” jungkook whines as you snap a couple more, nodding to him as he absolutely destroys the stack of pancakes, making the one’s at the top fall all over the place. you decide to let that slide.
“baby, try my drink,” you hold out your cup towards him, but jungkook only scrunches up his face seeing the green drink he always had a strong hatred to.
“you know i hate that thing, its disgusting,” your boyfriend refuses the offer, but you wont take no for an answer.
“just try it, trust me its like sooooo good,” you definitely weren’t exaggerating in your opinion, but jungkook thinks otherwise.
you laugh as your boyfriend hisses as the drink slides up the straw into his mouth.
“urgh, taste like shit,” he groans as you slap his arm.
“don’t say that here! the staff can hear you!” you scold him but he waves you off anyways.
before you can say anything else, your boyfriend is stuffing a huge mouth of pancakes into your mouth as you can only frown at him.
he snaps a picture on his phone.
“baby what do u think about getting matching bracelets, i saw a shop had one and its pretty cute,” jungkook talks to you as you nod, still chewing the huge amount of pancakes in your mouth.
“urgh, you stuffed so much in my mouth,” you say as you dramatically gasp for air after swallowing.
“isn’t the first time i did that,” he’s smirking as if he was very proud of his comment.
“jungkook!” you hiss at him as you look around, thankfully the cafe was not too packed, so hopefully no one heard.
“i wasn’t lying,”
the audacity to give you a sly smile.
——
“babe, why are we at cartier,” you ask, as jungkook drags you by the hand into the shop before you can resist
“what do you mean?” he smiles back at you, “to buy our bracelets!”
your jaw drops as your boyfriend is grinning widely at you.
“baby, nonono- we can’t do this, it’s so much money,” you start to try and pull your hand away from him, but your boyfriend is too strong to let go.
“why not, it can be our anniversary gift!” he pulls you closer to him and wraps his arm around your waist, leading you towards the display cases.
“babe, our anniversary was two months ago and you bought me an expensive handbag, don’t make excuses,” you whine as you want to run out of the store, not wanting your boyfriend to spend so much money on you for the millionth time this year.
“it’s okay baby i want this, even if you don’t want it ill wear both for myself,” he sits you down on the chair at the display case as he tells the staff which piece of jewelry he wants to see.
“we both know you will end up making me wear one,”
“exactly”
so thats how you ended up with two cartier love bracelets, one on each of you, that cost way more than you want to imagine.
but you thank jungkook for it anyways.
——
your last destination for the day is the mall, to run a few errands like picking up groceries for the house.
but your terrible at sticking to the plan as you drag jungkook into the store that caught your attention.
jungkook groans as you begin to saunter towards the giant eevee plushie at the near end of the small shop.
“baby, come on, let’s stick to our plan and go to the supermarket,” jungkook tries to gently coax you away from that terrible giant piece of fluff that you might eventually convince him to let you bring home.
“but baby, i really really need this,” you pout at the huge plushie, pointing towards it as you slowly manage to drag your boyfriend closer and closer to it.
each step was a step closer to victory.
——-
“i can’t believe i have this huge ass thing in the back of my car right now,”
you frown at your boyfriend’s mean and horrible words.
“don’t say that to eevee, you will make her cry,” you smack your boyfriend’s arm as he looks at you in offense
“that thing can’t hear me and it doesn’t have feelings baby, it’s okay,”
“don’t call it a thing!”
in the end jungkook is forced to give your new plushie a big warm welcome into your shared apartment as he sets the huge soft toy down in the middle of the living room.
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year
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can you do the "moody to everyone but you" trope with peter as the readers bf
A/N: I didn't intend to make him this agro, but hey, whatever happened happened (sorry, it is very late for me and I be very sleepy, bro. what is up, what is down, idk) and yes, I did indeed write this while my cat was sleeping in my lap and I didn't have the heart to move her so that I could get up and go to bed, so I just wrote this to kill time...
word count: 630
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“And it must have been a really crazy dream because she was just flailing around in my lap, I mean, she damn nearly fell off,” you gushed about your cat as your frozen fingers never got any further in their mission of unlocking your locker, “oh my god and the cute little snores and the quiet yaps that she did? Urgh, you should have seen it. I should have taken a video and texted it to you as a little good night thing, but my phone was way out of reach and I couldn’t just move when she was sleeping on me like that, you know? I was even trying to stay quiet so as to not wake her.”
Leaning against the lockers beside you, Peter absorbed every adorable word you offered him, rendering him a sappy marshmallow of a fellow, “oh my god, can we just ditch the rest of the school day and go hang out with your cat?” he groaned, joining in on your frivolous ramble, “I swear, she is the most precious creature on this entire planet.” 
Suddenly, in the rush of students wandering from point A to point B, you felt someone carelessly knock into your shoulder, causing your backpack to fling off, the flimsy way you had been carrying it, only half on and ready to crack it open as soon as the contents of your locker became available to you, wasn’t enough for it to survive the crash. Your eyes briefly flickered from your bag, now a puddle on the floor, to the familiar silhouette of Flash disappearing down the hallway. 
Letting the annoyance go as quickly as it had arrived, you turned back to look at your boyfriend, his demeanour flipped completely on its head. You saw it in his eyes, you saw it happen. In a matter of seconds, all he saw was red. 
“Hey,” he roared over the bustle, the soft features he always revealed to you swiftly hardened and exchanged with a look he never dared to aim in your direction, “watch where you’re going, ass hat!” 
“Peter,” you reached out to him before he could get any ideas of running off after the guy, “hey, it’s okay,” his nostrils still flaring, your soft voice managed to cut through his fury, “he’s not worth it.”
Jaw clenched, he glanced back up at the direction Flash had disappeared in, “are you okay?” he asked, forcing his eyes to meet yours as your hand soothingly ran over his forearm. 
“Yeah, I’m fine,” eyes still on him, you bent down and plucked your backpack off the floor, “why do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Act like a completely different person around other people than you do with me?”
“Y/n, he walked right into you!” he held up in hand to support his point, “nearly knocked you over!”
“I already told you that I’m fine. Flash is always gonna be Flash, sometimes it’s best just to ignore him,” you shrugged, hoping that your breezy demeanour would rub off on him and he would soon return to the teddybear he usually was around you, “and don’t try and act like you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about,” you caught his eye as he stopped searching for the long gone bully, “why are you only nice to me?”
“Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?” he shook his head lightly, bewildered as to why you would even ask him, “you’re you,” he stated earnestly, “of course, I’m nice to you.” Disappearing in your eyes, he exhaled lowly and then found your hand, entangling his fingers in it, “so, back to more important matters,” a soft smile curled upon his lips, “are we ditching to go home and cuddle with your cat or what?”
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tender-rosiey · 2 years
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UNFAIR — atsumu x f!reader
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ᴀ/ɴ: hehe atsumu ily
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atsumu hisses when the ice pack makes contact with his cheek, and you mumble a small ‘sorry’. he has his arms folded and has been grumbling and murmuring curses since he has been seated down because of the ball he took to his face.
aran wasn’t really intending on paying him back for all the annoyance he had to endure and til now, but looks like fate decided that it’s time for justice.
aside from the grumbling, the room is mostly silent, until you speak up, voice soft and cautious, “have I done anything that upset you?”
you get nothing but silence in return, though you can tell that atsumu is rather conflicted. yeah, something is definitely bothering him. he also refuses to look you in the eye which makes you sigh before you talk, “well, whatever I did. I am sorry, it wasn’t my intention—“
he holds his head in frustration, “URGH!” burying his face in his knees, and you stare in bewilderment at his reaction. soon, his arms cover his face and he hugs his knees tighter to his chest.
“atsumu…?”
you hear him mumble, “it’s unfair.”
“what’s unfair?” you ask carefully.
his hand reach once again to his hair as he ruffles it in frustration, “you’re just way too pretty! I can’t even concentrate! It’s unfair to make ya a manager!”
you stay silent for a moment before a laugh erupts out of you which makes the blonde turn multiple shades of red, “it’s not funny! ‘am serious!”
you chuckle and your hand holds his own tenderly. atsumu’s eyes widen at the contact and he purses his lips to contain a gasp and scream of joy. “if it helps,” you start, “I also think you’re very handsome as well, like very handsome.”
his stare is blank and for a moment, you’re rather scared you actually killed the guy.
he stands up abruptly, his fists are clenched and is overly flustered, “well of course it doesn’t!” he falls to the ground in a rather theatrical manner and clutches his chest, “now I am gonna keep thinking about how to look cool so I can impress ya!”
“‘tsumu, stop bothering the manager,” his brother speaks up and atsumu’s head snaps to his direction so quickly, you thought he might’ve broken it.
“she is the one being way too pretty and distracting!”
osamu grimaces, “yeah okay no,” he gives his back to you, “I won’t stand here watching you two flirt, spare me that.”
atsumu pouts, but feels a light and fleeting touch on his cheek.
his hand covers his cheek softly while he looks at you, rather love struck but you couldn’t tell. you squirm under his gaze, “well…um—I will see you later!”
he sighs happily before sliding down the wall and laying on the floor, “she is so cute.”
“‘tsumu, practice time!”
atsumu jumps to his feet happily, “coming!”
looks like practice is going to be even more fun for him or he will take another ball to the face but with a smile this time.
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nichenarratives · 7 months
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A Doggone Shame: Part 1
An Obscure Oneshot
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Inspiration art by Tracy J Butler
It's a rarity Mordecai finds himself home before sunrise, so it is with great delight he's enjoying some time to himself that fine autumn evening in 1926. He'd made dinner - a warming and nostalgic Matzo ball soup, with enough for tomorrow - had a shower, made a hot cup of tea and had just settled into his favourite armchair to continue reading Soldier's Pay by William Faulkner when there's a hurried, desperate knock on his apartment door.
The monochrome tom glances up, stilled in place with book in hand and cup halfway to his lips. He's not expecting to be bothered. The Lackadaisy would still be in full swing, which would keep most everyone Mordecai knows occupied until gone three tomorrow morning. It's possible Atlas has sent someone to fetch him at the last minute, but Viktor would not knock so gently, nor not announce himself.
Another knock, this one faster, more urgent. Mordecai sets his teacup down on its saucer and closes the book without saving the page, placing it on the chair. Slippered steps are silent as he crosses the room, habitually drawing a pistol from within his dressing gown on the way. He's tense as he presses his body to the wall beside the door - not the wood, as it's too flimsy - and cranes his neck to peer through the peephole, expecting at least an enemy.
Familiar large, yellow eyes framed by a deep brown bob cut stare back. The black feline sighs, though he's unsure if it is out of relief or vexation, and slips his pistol away. Taking a breath, he composes himself once more before answering the door. "Miss Pepp-Urgh!"
There had been more to his greeting, some formalities and an honest query for her visit, but Mordecai can't help but recoil when he sees what Ivy holds; a mangy animal, beady black eyes and nose standing in sharp contrast to scruffy, white fur. The creature is small enough to fit in an austere lady's handbag, sharp, unkempt claws loosely grasping Ivy's sleeve as its ratty tail swings uselessly between its legs. 
A dog, he realises with disdain, scrunching his nose at the scent of slobber and damp fur. He takes a step back into his apartment and half-closes the door between them, as if the partial physical barrier might make it less revolting. Sadly, it does little. "Miss Pepper," he tries again, forgoing formality for precision. "Why is that… thing, outside my apartment?"
The girl puffs out her cheeks. "He's not a thing, he's a dog!"
Mordecai scowls at the creature, which seems to find joy in his discomfort; the thing wags its tail more intensely and in a fit of excitement, begins to squeak and struggle in Ivy's arms until unable to get free, begins frantically licking her chin. Ivy giggles and tries to block the slobbering tongue lashes with a hand, with very limited success. "Isn't he cute? I found him running about on campus, no collar or anything. He might be a stray!"
The very prospect of being slathered with dog germs makes Mordecai feel nauseous. He has no idea why anyone would willingly cohabit with such a beast, let alone allow it to share its microbiome so recklessly. Ivy has also pointedly avoided his questions. "If it's a stray," he asks carefully, choosing his words to evoke an accurate response. "Why bring it here? Why not transport the infernal thing straight to the pound-"
Ivy gasps and foregoes protecting her face from more licks to pointlessly cover the animal's ears with her free arm and hand. "Mordecai," she admonishes through grit teeth, yellow eyes wide and judgemental. "You can't be serious? They put strays down in the pound." She uncovers the dog's ears and snuggles him close, trapping its head under her chin. "I'm going to keep him! I just have to convince someone he'll be a great addition to the cafe!"
"Wonderful," the tuxedo tom cat answers flatly, ears laying flat and eyes narrowed with resignation. He doesn't want to run into this animal again, certainly not at his place of work. Unfortunately, given their unique brand of relationship, explaining as such would only encourage Miss May to keep the thing. He'll just have to pretend not to care. Starting now. "If that's all you wished to discuss, my tea is going cold. Good evening."
"Actually," the student interjects, even pressing a boot into the space between the door and frame before it can close, bringing the dog even closer while doing so. It's difficult for Mordecai not to hiss in discomfort at the renewed proximity. "I was hoping to ask a favour."
Green eyes fixed on the mongrel within inches of his pristine home, the statement snaps his gaze to wide, hopeful yellows. Ivy looks almost as pitiful as the animal she carries, gazing up at the man her Godfather would take everywhere like his personal shadow, batting her eyelashes and offering the soft smile that always works on Viktor.
He doesn't need to hear her question. "No."
"Come on, please?" The university student begs. Apparently still oblivious to his aversion, she holds it at arm's length towards Mordecai, forcing them within an inch of each other. Its tongue lolls absently, eyes devoid of intelligent thought, and its breath is faintly tainted with an unidentifiable stench. Mordecai grimaces. "It's just one night, and Atlas is so small! He won't get in the way or anything!"
Gingerly pushing her arms - and by extension, the dog - back into the hall, Mordecai snorts humourlessly. "Naming it after my employer does not garner additional sympathy for its wretched existence," the sharpshooter responds flatly. He feels like he needs another shower just being in the same building as the creature. "What on Earth led you to believe I would willingly shelter this creature at all?"
Her mouth twisting and brows knitting together, Ivy looks away. "Actually, I… you're kinda my last choice," she admits, holding Atlas tightly as he begins to whine and squirm anew. A few gentle pets calm him down, but her eyes water when their gazes lock once more."We're not allowed to keep pets in the dorms, so I asked Viktor and Freckle and even Miss May already if he could stay, but they were all yoo busy to talk tonight. I just need time to convince someone to keep him for a night or two while I convince Atlas to keep him. Please?"
Factoring in his own sacrifices and discomforts, Mordecai can see two possible outcomes to this request. First, he can refuse to assist and force her to take the dog to the pound. While this option would make his evening more pleasant, it could also incur negative affiliations with his character, of which he already has plenty. While unbothered by their perceptions, Atlas would likely find fault, something Mordecai does care to incur.
Alternatively, he could agree to house the glorified rat for a night or two, bolster his social standing with the few people he cares for the opinions of - namely, Atlas and Viktor, who are both fond of Miss Pepper - and garner appreciation from Ivy. Factoring in time to feed and clean up after the dog, it's a substantial and exhaustive alternative, but the potential benefits could outweigh the short-term detriments.
Despite the logical analysis, Mordecai feels like he's making a mistake when he sighs and opens his door wider again. "It can stay in the bathroom tonight," he concedes, but raises a stilling palm when Ivy begins to vibrate with excitement on the threshold. "A single night, Miss Pepper. I don't have the time nor patience to coddle the mongrel beyond that."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The young feline speaks as she steps inside, bouncing on her heels as she heads for the bathroom backwards, so she can continue talking to her newest benefactor as she goes. "I'll bring him some food in the morning and go straight to Miss May to talk about Atlas after! I promise, you won't even know he's here! We just have to set him up with some old blankets for a bed."
Dark ears fold back, already regretting his decision. He'd not considered the messier components of a dog staying in his apartment, having assumed it would sleep on the tiles. "I do not own any old blankets; they are of the finest-"
"That's okay, he won't mind!" Ivy deposits the small bundle of problems onto the tiled bathroom floor and pivots straight to the airing cupboard, opening it up and extracting a slew of pristine, carefully folded sheets. To the tuxedo's horror - and before he can object - said sheets are dumped onto the likely bacteria-ridden tiled floor next to the toilet. "There! It's perfect! Now, some newspapers."
Mordecai has yet to recover from his dirtied sheets, hackles raised and tail fluffed when he dares to ask as Ivy retreats into the living area: "Newspapers?"
"Of course!" She yells from the next room, a sifting of paper as she rifles through his magazine rack. Mordecai stares at the little dog sniffing around his bathroom and the bundle of sheets with great interest. Its nose creates an obnoxious, displeasing snort with every breath, like a wheezing vacuum cleaner in dire need of a filter change. "In case he needs to go potty!"
Ivy reappears with an arm full of old broadsheets just as this new information clicks into place. The tom turns on her with a sharpness that could dislocate a lesser man's neck, his disgust evident on his usually carefully modulated muzzle. "Potty-? No, he is not… relieving himself in my bathroom. He will have to refrain until morning."
The black feline glances back to see Atlas is making himself at home in his borrowed sheets, climbing all over them while his nose works overtime. Mordecai shudders, deciding that once this ordeal is over with, he'll burn them, just to be sure whatever contaminants the beast left behind are dealt with. Ivy seems less concerned as she kneels down and sets out a number of sheets of paper. "He's a dog, not a person. He can't just hold it until you take him out."
Sitting back on her haunches, the university student studies her handiwork with a look of satisfaction. "There!" She says, leaning over to scratch behind a flopping ear. Atlas tilts his head slightly into the attention and begins jerkily twitching a back leg, his tongue lolling stupidly from his drooling maw. Ivy giggles. "You're all set, little guy! Now, be good for Uncle Mordecai, okay. Of course you will! Yes, you will!"
Mordecai watches the pair exchange idiocies with a sense of dread. He feels foolish, for being so shortsighted with his expectations. What had seemed to be a simple favour has already evolved into discomfort in his own home. The oddly overly-affectionate farewell Ivy offers the dog only intensifies those feelings, though he can't pinpoint a distinct emotion to associate it with as she kisses it's revolting head and stands back up.
"Thank you so much!" She reiterates as she turns back to the older feline lingering in the bathroom doorway. To both his surprise and relief, Ivy seems to step toward him for a hug, only to reconsider and falter at the last moment. An awkward second of silence passes before she clears her throat and edges around him, towards the front door. "I really mean it. Thank you! You saved that dog's life, Mr Heller. I'll make sure Atlas knows what a good man you are! See you tomorrow!"
She lets herself out, and Mordecai finds himself alone with a panting mongrel, the warm scents of saliva and dog seeping into the air as they stare each other down. The tuxedo tom cat wrinkles his nose, takes a step back into the living room and closes the bathroom door with care, eliminating the new problem from his peaceful evening. One night, he reassures himself as settled back into his chair, book in hand and a sip of lukewarm tea, trying to relax. How difficult can a dog be?
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canirove · 3 months
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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 24
Author's note: Chapter 24 of 29... 👀 Also, to those of you who just read this story and don't follow me, happy holidays and merry christmas to those of you who celebrate! 💜
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"I want to be a cat" Reece said.
"What?" Ben laughed.
"Look at Pepper. He has all the girls' attention!"
"He's cute."
"I am cute too."
"Yeah, but his hair has never been green" June chuckled, walking towards them. "Hi."
"Hi" Ben smiled.
"And... that's my cue to leave" Reece said. "I'm gonna see if I can convince Leah to share her pizza."
"Good luck" June laughed.
After the game they all had gathered at her place, John buying pizza and drinks for everyone to celebrate that "my little sister is finally back and I won't have to see her ugly face all the damn time", which had made everyone laugh. Everyone but June, who simply rolled her eyes.
"You were amazing today."
"I played for 5 minutes. I didn't have time to do anything."
"They were 5 amazing minutes."
"I think you are a bit biased, Chilwell."
"With you? Yeah, I've always been. Though this time it's different."
"How so?" June asked, moving closer.
"All my facts are positive now."
"You have gone so soft, Chilwell" she laughed.
"You make me go soft, Maxwell" he whispered, closing the space between them a bit more.
"You can't kiss me here" June whispered back.
"They won't mind. They all know what is going on between us."
"And what is that, if I may ask?"
"I like you, and you like me."
"I don't like you, Chilwell."
"Liar."
"I'm not lying, I don't like you. But I do…"
"June, I think your cat just farted on me!" Reece said.
"Jesus fucking Christ" she muttered. "And what do you want me to do about it?"
"I don't know. Take him to the bathroom?"
"He can go himself, he's a big boy."
"June, it actually smells really bad" Leah laughed.
"Urgh" she groaned, the moment she and Ben were having gone. 
But maybe it had been for the best, because she had almost told him that she loved him, and she was starting to feel like it would have been a mistake. That wasn't the place nor the moment to do it, and what if he didn't love her back? Mason was convinced he did, but what if he was wrong? What if Ben wasn't ready for that yet? And was she even ready for it? 
"June, are you ok?" Ben asked her, bringing her back to reality.
"Yes, yes, don't worry. I'm gonna go check what's the problem with Pepper."
"Ok" he replied. "But Maxwell" he said, taking her hand on his as she moved, his thumb doing small circles on her skin and sending goosebumps all over her arm. "You owe me a kiss."
"I'll try to remember" she winked before joining the others. 
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"I'm so happy for you, June" Vittoria said while hugging her. Or squeezing her. "Happy and proud."
"You made it very clear when I scored" she laughed.
"Just in case you forgot" she smiled. "But it was your first goal since you came back! And on your first game on the starting eleven!"
"It's been a night to remember, hasn't it? I just wish it had been home. And that Lauren had been with us too."
"Yeah… Let's hope she can recover for the next game" Vittoria said. "Anyway, do you want me to drive you home?"
"No, there is no need. Ben said he would pick me up."
"Did he?"
"Vittoria, put that eyebrow down."
"Why?" she laughed.
"Because he is only driving me home because John is on a date, nothing else."
"Oh, so you are gonna be home alone?"
"I… that's him"June said when a car stopped next to them. "Goodnight, Vittoria."
"Goodnight, my girl. Enjoy" she winked.
"Why is Vittoria smiling like that?" Ben asked when June got into his car.
"Nothing, ignore her" she replied. "Hello, by the way."
"Hello, Maxwell" he smiled. "Congratulations on tonight's win."
"Thank you. But just on the win?"
"Did anything else happen?" Ben teased her.
"You are such an idiot."
"I'm very proud of you, June" he said, caressing her cheek. "That was a fantastic goal."
"Thank you" she smiled. "But I kind of miss your stupid facts."
"You don't like soft Chilly?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Well…"
"Ok, then. Here is a fact: You could have scored more goals. You played for 75 minutes, Maxwell. You missed too many chances and should have ended the game with at least another goal."
"That's more like it" she smiled before moving forward and kissing him.
"You also ended the game too tired. Your fitness is really bad" he smirked.
"I just came back from a serious injury, Chilwell" she said against his lips.
"Not enough" he whispered before they started kissing again, only being interrupted when June yawned.
"See? Too tired" Ben laughed. "Let's get you home."
"Ok."
"But wait, before I forget. I got you something."
"To celebrate how bad I was today?"
"Exactly" he chuckled, opening the car's glove box.
"Ben!" June laughed.
"We must keep our traditions" he smiled.
"Do you keep a huge box of kinder eggs at your house or something?"
"Maybe. But it is very well hidden, so don't try to look for it."
"Ok" she laughed again. "Thank you very much, Ben. I love it."
"And I… fuck!" he jumped when someone honked behind them.
"That's Vittoria" June said, rolling her eyes.
"Perfect timing" Ben murmured. "Anyway, let's get you home" he said before starting  the car. 
Though maybe Vittoria's interruption hadn't been that bad, because he had almost told June that he loved her. And that may have not been the right moment to say it. Or the best place. And the least thing he wanted was for her to freak out. Again.
He was sure of his feelings for her, and according to Mason, she felt the same for him. But what if they weren't on the same page just yet? What if Mason was wrong and she didn't love him the way he did? What if…
"Chilwell!" June said, snapping her fingers in front of him.
"What?"
"Where were you?" she laughed. 
"I… nevermind."
"I guess you didn't hear my question."
"I did not, no. Sorry" he apologized.
"I was asking you if I can put this here."
"What is that?" Ben asked, looking at what June was holding.
"Some kind of ornament. I think. It was the egg's surprise."
"Oh…"
"Can I put it here on the rearview mirror? That way you will always remember me" she smiled.
"Of course you can" Ben smiled back.
"Gre…at" June yawned.
"And let's get you home before you fall asleep" he chuckled, this time finally managing to leave the carpark. 
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hyuvne · 2 years
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pairing : choi san x reader
genre : flooff - you'll vomit by the end of this
word count : 1.2k
warnings : just a cute sulky san starving for head pats and attention
synopsis : byeol may just purposefully unconsciously made someone mad...
masterlist
currently, you and san are chilling on the couch while watching the latest episode of a romcom series you both love so much. the only 'thing' separating the both of you is of course the one and only, choi byeol.
byeol third-wheeling is a normal thing in your relationship, unless she's in the mood to make san as the third-wheel instead which happens most of the time if not all. of course you didn't care because who can resist this adorable, fluffy feline? no one would dare to disagree with the queen herself.
"meow."
your attention was immediately drawn away from the television when byeol jumped onto your lap. it always means that she needs attention and you are more than happy to give it to her. so, you start patting her head and caressing her soft fur while leaving a few kisses here and there on the said cat. without you realizing, someone beside you is staring at the scene unfolding before him with flared nostrils.
san usually had no problem with you giving extra attention to byeol, mainly because he knows that it's petty to be jealous of his own cat. but there are also times when byeol could get on his nerves really well (yes beefing with a cat is valid). for example, when he hasn't seen you for days due to his busy schedule and wanted to cuddle the life out of you once he got home, byeol would always be there to climb on top of you to stop him from doing so.
san could count on his fingers how many times the both of you can truly enjoy your alone time together this year. he tried to make the cat understand that she has no place in this relationship and to stop being so entitled towards him countless of times. but when that happened, you would always take byeol's side no matter how hard he pouts to gain your sympathy. byeol is a certified spoilt-brat by now and he must end this before it gets worse no matter how petty it sounds. he is your boyfriend, not byeol.
"urgh, can you stop taking my girlfriend away for once!" he yelled frustratedly, shooing the cat on your lap.
"sannie, don't be ridiculous, she's just a cat."
"baby, i swear she's a devil in disguise."
"don't say that to byeol, she's our little angel."
'little angel my ass.' san furrowed his eyebrows harder.
"only when she's not being a bitch like right now."
"choi san!" you didn't mean to raise your voice but it turned out to sound too stern to your liking. you know you fucked up when san lowered his head down and played with his fingers. your boyfriend is a sensitive man and you should have known better.
you started to panic, thinking of what to say in this situation. "baby i'm so sorry-"
"am i even your boyfriend? why do you only give all your attention to byeol? i want head pats too, i need cuddles too. you always act like i don't exist when she's here." his lips quivered, making you feel twice the guilt.
and if there is a record for the longest pout in the world, this man right here might easily hold the title by now. if that isn't enough to prove how much of a sulky baby he is, he even went to the extent of crossing his arms across his chest while facing his body away from you.
your heart can't help but to melt at san's cute shenanigans. this is the man that you love wholeheartedly after all.
so you slowly put byeol down and inches closer to him.
"baby..."
"hmph!"
"cutie-"
"hmph!"
"honey-"
"hmph!"
"love-"
"hmph!"
"darling, would you please hear me out for a second?"
and at that, he went silent— signalling for you to talk. you knew he would surrender whenever you call him 'darling' just because it's his favourite one out of the bunch of nicknames the both of you use on daily basis.
"you know i didn't mean it like that right? of course you're my boyfriend, san. and no matter how much i love byeol, i will always love you the most, okay? you will always be my number one baby. i'm sorry if you felt neglected all this time. now come here, i miss youuu."
you opened your arms widely as an offer of reconciliation which san gladly took while wrapping his own arms around you. he wanted to sulk longer but how can he do that when you just clarified to the world that he is the person you love the most. even repeating the words you said just now in his mind make his heart expand hundred times as large.
"hmph, this doesn't mean you're forgiven. you still have lots of making up to do." contrasting to his satisfied sigh, san still wouldn't let this go easily. not when byeol can still potentially steal you.
"what do you want, love? i'll do anything for you."
he looks up from your shoulder where he nuzzled his face earlier to think carefully and started listing a bunch of things in his head. you chuckled as you looked at him, your boyfriend looks like a cartoon character who suddenly has a light bulb appearing on the top of his head. except san comes with an extra package of tiny cute "aha!".
"you owe me a date at your favourite cafe later. then after that you need to come with me to that amusement park that we always wanted to go to. also, tonight will be our movie night and you're in charge with the blanket fort. no objections. and...."
"and? there's more?"
"and no byeol's allowed." he said firmly. to say that you were shocked would be an understatement.
"but babeeee, she literally lives with us."
"i'll just send her to my parents' house when we go out later. problem solved." san clapped his hands maniacally as if he just made the most genius idea ever.
you gave him a pointed look as if saying 'really?', to which of course he replied with a sigh.
"what? don't worry it'll be for today only, i'll pick her up tomorrow. don't look at me like that, i'm not that mean babyyyy." your boyfriend whined and snuggled into your embrace once again.
you still can't believe that san is willing to take byeol, who he claims as the love of his life after you, to his parents' house just so he could have you for himself. you know that he is a very possessive person when it comes to you, but you didn't know he will be this possessive when it involves byeol too. it sounds too amusing to be true even when you clearly heard him said so with your own ears.
"you're really that jealous of your own cat, huh?" you teased him while patting his back gently.
san immediately looked up and glared at you. "do you want my forgiveness or not, little lady?"
"alright, alright i'm sorry. you'll have me for the rest of the day with no byeol around. roger that."
"good girl. now compensate my non-existent cuddles quota from last week."
before he grabbed you towards the bedroom, san looked back at byeol who is licking her paws beside the coffee table one last time just to stick his tongue out and whisper,
"know your place, sweetheart."
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creoterative · 8 months
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I...
got a little art block...
That's the reason why the drawing of Marlon and Lilith is taking so long... The Lineart is ready, the details are ready, the background is a bit complicated, but the colouring.... urgh... I'm not good at colouring, I'm sorry xD
So I decided to take a break and draw something else.
And then I watched The Lion Guard with my youngest sister and Janja caught my eye. Fluffy Puppy, so I wanted to draw him in an adult, more realistic version.
We all know that puppy is gonna be one mean, cruel bastard when he grows up. I know he switches sides or something in the end, ehem, spoiler?, but that doesn't change the fact, that he's a hyena and his possible parents are Shenzi and Banzai.
If you remember what they did in the original Lion King movie... I wouldn't mess with them if you paid me in gold.
BONUS
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It's, uhm... how do you spell him, Plagg? He's cute, he's easy to draw, so... here xD My sister is a big fan of Miraculous Ladybug, we watch it from time to time together, and Plagg has one of my favorite german voice actors, hehe.
I tried to give him some star-galaxy-vibe, the night sky, black cat, you know... But the best part were his eyes, they remind me so much of Toothless. Which is funny, since said voice actor also voices Hiccup in the TV Shows, heh.
Anyway, I hope the artblock will settle sometime soon and I can continue the Marlon drawing xD
PS: I forgot my signature on the Plagg Drawing...... Don't copy it.
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sammyfenderr · 3 months
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I Love you
This is my first fic 🙈. I’ve been a Sam Fender fan for years but never had the confidence to post anything myself. I’m a massive fan of lots of writers on here @17-goingunder @theborders @the-leveller @jhangelface0523 (and many more) and they’ve all inspired me to try myself. I hope you enjoy!!
Friends to Lovers
Y/n was a shy girl. Never one to be outspoken in a group setting and certainly not one to be confident in her own skin. She struggled with her body image and with socialising with people she didn’t know too well. However, despite these so called ‘flaws’, she was kind. Her eyes had a warmth to them and when you looked into them, you felt at home. Without knowing, she had a capability to make people feel safe and good.
Sam had secretly admired her for years. She was in the same year as him in school and after Sixth Form Y/N had cemented herself well into their friendship group. Sam thought she was the prettiest girl out there. He loved how much SHE loved, how she constantly put others before herself and how her heart was just the purest. The crease between her eyebrows when she laughed and the twinkle in her eyes when she was faced with cute cat videos were little quirks he was enamoured by.
However, Y/n was far too self conscious to let herself believe anyone like Sam would be interested in her. She had been there through all his previous girlfriends, secretly earning to be them, wishing she could be the one being comforted by Sam when drunk, getting songs written about her or better still, getting random kisses and hugs from him just because he could. But she never verbalised these desires and so Sam never felt he was in the position to express to her how much he loved her. It was a vicious cycle and it was inevitable to catch up on them.
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“Y/n!!”
Urgh. There it was. That sickly sweet voice Y/n had grew to hate so much.
Leah was Sam’s newest girlfriend. He’d met her a couple months back on a night out in Newcastle and they’d been going out for about 4 months. There was nothing wrong about her. She seemed sweet and made Sam happy, but that’s what made Y/n secretly resent her more.
“We were just talking about you!”
“All good things I hope” Y/n joked in jest.
“Is that a new top you’re wearing?”, the blonde girl asked.
“Erm no it isn’t actually, it was me Mams in the 90s, she let me borrow it.”
“Aw, cute”, a slight trace of a patronising tone in her voice.
“Sam was just saying how you’ve finally found a new job. Took you long enough! Anyone would think you’ve just been living off this lots money!!”
Woah. You could tell she was drunk, but she’d never been this confrontational with you before.
“LEAH.” Sam snapped. He looked mortified.
Y/n’s cheeks had flushed bright red and she began to recoil in on herself.
“Leah, what the fuck?” Dean said.
You were so confused, where had all this come from? Sure, you and Leah were never the best of friends but you also were never enemies.
“Oh calm down would yous, it was only a joke!” she declared.
But you didn’t find it funny, and Sam could tell. You were very self conscious about the fact all your friends now had money and you were still struggling to get ends to meet. You never asked anyone for help financially, but Sam new you struggled and would always be conscious never to make you feel uncomfortable because of it.
“Leah, where did that come from? You know Y/n has never taken advantage of any of us!”, the geordie blonde boy seethed.
“Oh give over, none of you can take a joke. I’m going to the toilet.”
Y/n wanted the ground to swallow her up. She hated attention, and currently everyone was staring at her. All she could think about was the quickest route to leave.
“Y/n Im so sorry I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”, Sam apologised. The look of guilt written all across his face.
“Don’t be daft,” Y/n stated, “I’m sure she meant nothing by it.”
Sam wasn’t so sure though. He’d had constant arguments in last few weeks with Leah about Y/n. Leah felt threatened by her and Sam’s relationship, and so she expressed that by declaring to Sam she didn’t like Y/n a few weeks back. She also felt like Sam cared more for Y/n then her. To make matters worst, Sam couldn’t console her on this. He loved Y/n and if it came to it, he’d pick her, every time.
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An hour later and Y/n was outside the pub having a cig to calm her nerves. She was still so embarrassed from earlier but she didn’t make a fuss, just sat with her friends and pretended nothing had happened. Inside it had ruined her though, she needed a few minutes outside to just compose herself before she faced Leah again.
“May a join you?” a familiar voice filled her ears.
Subconsciously, a smile plastered its self across Y/n’s face and her rapidly beating heart began to slow. Sam was the only person who made her feel like this.
She quickly nodded her head and he took a seat next to her, his scent drowning out everything else. He was just perfect.
For a couple moments they sat in silence, just enjoying one another’s company. They were the type of friends who could do this and it wouldn’t be awkward. The warmth radiating off him was addictive and Y/n couldn’t resit her desire to be closer, deciding to rest her tired head upon his shoulder.
She was slowing starting to feel more calm and like herself until a sob could be heard from the blonde man sitting next to her.
Y/n’s head whipped round and she felt her heart shatter from the sight in front of her. His eyes looked desperate for some comfort and his body was pitifully shaking. She couldn’t take it, seeing the one person she truly loved being so broken and vulnerable.
“Oh Sammy. Come here”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His head soon buried itself into her neck and he clung onto her like his life depended on it.
Y/n had never seen him like this before. So heartbroken and inconsolable. It was torturous. His sobs were harsh and he was struggling for breath, his salty tears were soaking themselves into Y/n’s top and his hands had become white from how hard he was clinging onto his girl.
“Oh my darling, please talk to me. Tell me what you need.” Y/n whispered comfortingly.
“I need you.” was all the man said.
Y/n’s eyes began to tear up at his confession and subsequently she began to rock him side to side, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
“Baby tell me what’s the matter, please. I hate seeing you like this and not knowing how to help you.”
“Erm..” Sam started, “Well…” he was struggling and Y/n could tell. She placed a sweet kiss on his cheek, a sign telling him to keep going, she was there for him.
“I hate how Leah treated you earlier and I hate how she clearly made you feel. You’re the best person in my life and I’ll be damned if I let anyone, especially a girlfriend, treat my best friend anything less than the princess she is.”
Y/n was speechless. Did he really care for her that much?
“Truth be told, I’ve always admired you. Thought you were the kindest, cleverest, prettiest girl I knew and I think Leah knew that deep down. But I’ve been too scared to do anything about it. I always thought you’d never feel that way about me so I’d get myself another girl who wasn’t half as interesting as you, but would be interested in me.”
What the hell was going on?! Surely Sam didn’t feel the same way about Y/n as she did for him.
“Anyway I’m rambling. The point is, I’ve just broken up with Leah.”
WHAT.
“I know it’s probably a shitty thing to do it so quickly and in such a public place but I couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t make me happy and I didn’t really want her like I wanted you.” his voice noticeably got quieter at the end of his little speech, but Y/n heard loud and clear.
“And I’m not expecting you to feel the same way or to even say anything back to me, I just want you to know that’s it’s always been you. It always has been, and always will be.”
It was music to Y/n’s ears. That’s all she’d ever wanted to hear, right from the first day she saw him she was captivated and she knew she’d never fall out of his spell. Everything about him was perfect; his goofy smile, sensitive nature, immature humour and incredible musical talent. Y/n was in awe of him and always wished she could be good enough for him. Little had she known though, it was exactly Y/n’s humble and kind nature that had made Sam equally fall for her.
“Sam… i don’t know what to say” Y/n’s voice trembled. And before she could wipe the tears that began to pour down her face, Sam was wiping them away with the pads of his thumbs, kissing away sweetly at the tears on her cheek.
“I’ve always wanted you.”
Now it was Sam’s turn to be stunned.
“From the moment I saw you I knew I’d never love anyone the way I loved you. You were just perfect and so I never let myself believe I could ever have you because, how could someone so good love someone like me.” Y/n confessed.
“Oh Y/n, you have no idea what you mean to me. You are the best person I know and I promise, if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making you see yourself the way I see you.”
“Fuck, you have no idea how much I want that, Sammy.” You spoke through tears of joy.
And before Y/n could think another thought, his forehead rested upon hers and he bumped his nose against her little button one, a silent question of consent asking her if he could get closer. She smiled and nodded gently.
Suddenly his sweet lips began to press against hers. He started slowly and softly, testing the waters, before the pair let there passion take over and they kissed each other like they’d been so desperate to do since the very first day. Tears were spilling out both their eyes, it was just perfect. All she could feel was him, and all he could feel was her and that was all they wanted for the rest of their lives.
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Arghhh. I hope this was ok?! Please let me know your feedback!!
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harveyb-wabbit92 · 1 month
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[Taro is talking with R/n when he sees this blue slug looking thing about the size of racoon crawling up her shoulder, he gawks as she calmly feeds it a discarded tomato from her burger .]
Taro, recoiling in shock: What the hell is that?!
R/n: What? it's just Snorky.
Taro: What the hell is a Snorky?!
R/n: He's an artificial creature Tregear created.
Taro: Why?
R/n: I think it's because I said I always wanted a pet but couldn't have one cos of my allergies, I got a kitten for my 8th birthday and broke out in hives and my [parent/guardians] had take it away.
R/n: Tregear got real quiet and disappeared for a bit; few days later he showed up with this little guy... Well, he was little when when Tregear gave him to me, I think we spoil him too much.
Taro: ...And you're okay with it?
{From R/n's perspective she just sees this cute little bunny looking guy sweetly chirping at her.]
R/n: Of course I am! I mean, look at this cute little face!
*holds Snorky up to Taro.*
{From Taro's perspective he sees Snorky as a creepy blobly monstrosity with crazy eyes, a frothing maw and nubbie bug legs kicking at him.]
Taro, jumps back: Urgh!
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Snorky (or Snark II.) is a blue Sea slug like creature that Tregear created as a pet for R/n, with some improvements such as it's appetite and growth. Unlike the first Snark, Snorky won't grow at rapid and terrifying rate every time he eats something, his full adult size will be about the same as a Maine Coon cat. Also Tregear gave Snorky legs so he wouldn't leave a slimy trail behind. He pretty much acts like a house cat he chases toys around and uses a litter box.
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miss-atena · 2 months
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Quite frankly I am here to spread a bit of tomfoolery in the TWST Fandom in requests. I made a pair of silly goofy stray cats for NRC. I humbly request, a blue point siamese cat pushing things off the staff desks while they're teaching. Thank you for your time <3
I had the last request to do before getting to this, but I was thinking of this while going to sleep last night. Tomfoolery is always appreciated in my askbox!
Night Raven College Staff and their Silly Goofy Stray Cat
Dire Crowley is already a silly goofy guy, although on a chaotic end. When he took this poor poor blue point siamese cat to his pristine college (and maybe lied on any sanitary reviews), he expected it to soon act like Grim, which was less chaotic than when they came. Sadly that wasn't what happened. As he did one of his special lessons, it seemed that the cat wasn't enjoying his blabber about how such a good headmage like himself would know how to defend himself in a moment of need. So the cat just... booped his little nose and pushed Crowley's water on the ground. Now, that usually wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for the fact that Crowley had his water in a glass cup, which broke and sent the poor man almost flying in a jumpscare. After that everytime he was on cat duty from the staff, the little guy would be on a leash. "Even Lucius treats me better, ohhhhh poor me, I'm such a poor headmage ooooooohhhhh noooooo"
Divus Crewel is NOT a cat person. He much rather be followed by a pack of dogs than a cat. So when Crowley showed up with the cat, plopped him in his desk and went away, Crewel glared at the door and than at the cat. From afar it would seem the cat and the alchemy professor were in a very furious staredown, but they were just taking notes on what they hated about each other. In the two seconds Crewel took his eyes from the cat, the stray pushed the papers crewel was grading all over the floor, and proceeded to take a nap. "This is why I always preferred pups over cats, urgh..." Ashton Vargas doesn't usually stay in the teachers room, he is always running around the campus to make sure everything is in check (and to drag some poor student into an impromptu jog), but the moment he stays, He is met with a furious Crewel handing him the stray Cat and slamming the door on his way out. Huh. Well at least the cat seemed cute. The little cat was much happier being around Vargas than with Crewel, so he was acting nicely while Vargas petted him. The moment Vargas went to check his schedule, and jumped up with the poor cat hanging by his life on Vargas shirt, the stray changed his mind. mean human = mean cat in return. When Vargas came back to pet again the cat... there was water spilled all over his stash of protein bars. "NOOOOO! WHY WOULD THAT HAPPEN TO ME?" he proceeded to scream and fake cry while flexing his muscles. He still needed to look strong. Strong men can cry. Mozus Trein escaped for a while but not long. He already knew this was gonna end badly but... the cat looked so cute... Okay, he could do it. And do it properly, different from Crowley or Crewel. His voice was ever so boresome, while in class. The Sophmores were basically sleeping in their seats before the sound of porcelain shattering and Trein's yelling filled their ears. Surprisingly it wasn't Grim. The stray cat had pushed over Trein's dear mug of him and Lucius. How could that cat ignore such a strong and long bond?! When Crowley came for a surprise check, he was handed the cat. "Take this beast from me, He stole a precious momentum of my life that will never be recovered, even Lucius is crying at the horrible sight" (Lucius was, in fact, with the same face as ever) When Crowley dropped the cat at Sam's shop, the man already knew what to do. He prepped almost a cat's mansion for the stray, and started loudly announcing his brand new business. "That's right, Little Imps! Whoever manages to stay with this poor little cat and not lose something precious of yours, will get a PREMIUM DISCOUNT! Sounds good, right? But beware, the stakes are higher than they seem. Hehehehe..."
This was very out of my comfort zone but I loved this so much. Can this be considered a crack fic? i dunno but the thought of a small siamese cat making grown men almost die in frustration relieves my stress.
Have a good Day/night!
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leastdatablebracket · 6 months
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ROUND 4, MATCH 1
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Jumin Han
Propaganda
manipulative and abusive asshole
He's a stuck up trust fund baby, and won't take no for an answer. His route is objectively the WORST
He is in love with his cat and constantly compares you with the damn cat😭 like an actual fucking feline animal that’s not nickname 😭😭😭
unapologetic member of the bourgeoisie. makes his secretary cut her hair and wear glasses so he can take her seriously. 0/10 hate this man so much it has been 7 years since i first set eyes on him and to this day i have carried this with me in silence. my hatred for this man has been my burden. my old mysme mutuals will never know.
ok so fun fact when i tried to play jumin’s route i hated it so fucking much i abandoned ship on day 7. this is a grown ass man who is far too immature (and has too much money) to be romanceable like can he see a therapist first? i’m not his therapist. i’m not. i’m not his cat either. why are you locking me in your penthouse does this LOOK like amnesia: memories. also i hate that in order to gain favor ability you have to act like a jerk to other characters at times and also i love jaehee (his secretary that he makes do Fucking Everything For Him) too much to want to date him romantically. imo he’s a great character in other routes, but in his own it’s just…. :/ . did i mention i hate the whole “getting locked in his house” thing. 
he makes jaehee do so much shit that is WAAAAYYY outside the scope of her job description???? she’s his personal assistant. he makes her take care of his personal — completely unrelated to the company— projects related to cats, makes her watch his pet cat at HER APARTMENT OUTSIDE OF WORK HOURS (as far as i can tell he didnt pay her extra for that, though she does get paid overtime) which is so wildly entitled of him to do, but he’s a rich man so. in every route except for jaehee’s and his own— in jaehee’s she quits altogether and in jumin’s she gets a long awaited and well deserved vacation— he piles her with so much more work than is reasonable. for example: in another story she is tasked with— on top of her regular work tasks — to become the HEAD OF AN IT DEPARTMENT FOR COMBATTING HACKERS. also, he constantly pushes zen —someone who is very, very allergic to cats— to interact with his cat. like he wants to take his pet cat to their charity party/event, and seems very blase and uncaring and disbelieving to the fact that he’s allergic, and that other attendees could be too! and as another example: in zen’s route he offers zen a job when he’s looking work— but it has to do with modelling for a cat food brand, and interacting with cats. which he’s explicitly told jumin he doesn’t want to do. they reconcile and it leads to zen giving in and doing the modeling job :/ now, i don’t dislike cats— i love cats! but i’m also very allergic to them (fur, dander, and saliva) so this hits a little close to home. but constant exposure to an allergen can trigger chronic asthma and asthma attacks, and chronic asthma can be very damaging to someone. it can damage their lungs! it’s not a matter to be trivialized! and even if zen’s allergies were “minor,” jumin’s constantly trying to force someone who’s set up a boundary time and time again about not wanting to interact with cats to interact with them and while it is a small example — at least in comparison to the rest of his route— of him ignoring/overstepping/bulldozing past boundaries, it still makes me itch!
Sam Dalton
Propaganda
Spineless af, no personality but 'horny' for the mc. pretty shit at being a parent. Literally cheated on their fiance, but the fiance is made out to be the 'bad guy'. Character is gender customisable but is written so white male coded urgh. is terribly jealous but not in a cute way. just really annoying. much rather choose their ex wife or fiancé over them any day
He (like it was said before customizable but white man coded) was so bad when I played the game. He’s the only love interest of the story, but after a single chapter I decided I wasn’t interested in him. I went out of my way to avoid any romantic options with him. For me the game was just “The Nanny”. But, despite all my romance dodging, I ended up with a scene where he says word for word “My hands aren't clean, [character name]. How can they be, when I think about you every time I touch myself? Or when I want to murder the next man who touches you?”. BIG RED FLAG. Also at one point, Sam can give you the option to DITCH HIS 9 YEAR OLD SONS BIRTHDAY PARTY and hook up with him! 
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chichimarshmallow · 9 months
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schmoochle headcanons !!
urgh im bored and i need to rant about my skrunklies so today i bring you some schmoochle headcanons,,,
rare schmoochle
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youngest of the schmoochle family, at least 13-17 and have a height of at least 7-8 feet
mohawk man acts slightly more mature and tough than horned douche, horned douche is very silly and goofy and is just a very likable and pure boi in general but can get very serious rlly fast when arguing with their partner
one of them has a southern accent change my mind
and on the topic of voices they are very likely to sound like those young boys in anime who are voiced by females but with a slightly deeper tone especially mohawk man horned douche would probably sound more like namine ritsu lmfao
both are fluent in korean !!
mohawk is fruity asf and a lil more ahem seductive with their actions for example eating elongated foods like bananas and popsicles and long cream-filled pastries when they feel like it and it kinda makes horned douche cringe a bit but at the same time they don't rlly mind
mohawk man is also kinda a tsundere !!
they know how to play the electric guitar, very skilled at it also they're yearning to be rockstars &lt;;33 i mean cmon with a design like that u can not tell me it wouldn't be true bet me 200$ that they literally shred the electric guitar strings like their lives depend on it
again, with a design like that you can NOT tell me they don't wear chains and leather stuff and spiky bracelets and pentagram necklaces and other gothic/emo stuff if u tell me otherwise u lyin' also you'll prolly catch them at hot topic 25/8 no delays
to add to the electric guitar stuff they LOVE rock music and heavy metal it's their FAV music of all time
mohawk man likes rocky road ice cream, horned douche likes mint choco chip (my fav flavour btw) and mohawk man kinda despises them for it smh-
they're into horror games and horror movies, horned douche is a lil cowardly tho unlike their partner who kinda likes getting jumpscared and seeing their lover being a scaredy cat
to add to they're likes for horror they're also into the paranormal, they like spooki stuff like demons, witches, ghosts, vampires and stuff like those and will read about them
common schmoochle
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oh now where do i even start with these two,,,
erm they are very floofy and perfect for hugging,,
horned dude is a chill and outgoing gentleman to be around and is a talker, and ponytail gal is kinda shy and not as talkative as their partner but is very sweet you might get diabetes, also they're kinda sensitive and horned guy's a bit protective for that specific reason
they're like the middle family members, young adults at 18-19 and can be about 8-9 feet tall perfect size to be given a big ol' bear hug by them hehe,,,
fluent in japanese !!
sometimes they'll go to watch the beautiful scenery of the sunset/sunrise while sitting on top of a hill or sumthn
ponytail gal loves wearing bows and jewelry hence why my design for them has their ponytail tied up with a red bow and they have a pink heart ring on their finger, their partner is likely to kinda spoil them with exactly those things, if it's pretty enough to look good on them then they'll get it
ponytail gal is also one of those kinda ppl that are easily distracted by cute and fluffy things, if they see anything that they claim to be cute they will STARE RESPECTFULLY and will even try to touch it; for example if they see cat *ahem* cataliszt- then they'll react just as how i described it
boba dates every now and then !! horned guy doesn't like boba that much but will surely get some for their partner who is a boba lover, may also go for sweet treats as an extra deal for their little dates,,
i'll have you bet me 50$ that horned guy is both a flirt and a tease and will use those traits on their partner just to see them flustered just because they want to and they think it's cute.
ponytail gal likes peaches, not too fond of the tart/sour tasting ones tho they prefer the sweeter ones. they also like strawberries but again will dismiss the sour tasting ones for the sweeter tasting ones
ponytail is also slightly touch-starved,, may require hand holding and headpats and snuggling from their partner every now and then which their partner rlly doesn't mind at all,,
try and tell me they don't like playing dating games i'll instantly disagree with u
as for their voices they will sound like uzi and n i can hear it everytime i look at them if you try and tell me otherwise then get out rn >:((
epic schmoochle
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i mean ofc epic schmoochle resembles elderly love so ofc they're gonna be the oldest of the schmoochle family and i'm talking mature adults so they're 20+ years old and ofc i can guarantee they're the tallest out of everyone so they'll be about uhhh 9+ feet tall
in personality they are motherly and fatherly with their younger common and rare cousins so basically they're also the parental figures, they're also the same in personality when it comes to being aorund other monsters
married couple, that's all i gotta say !!
fluent in chinese !!
will sometimes go stargazing for their dates, they like watching the night sky and looking at silly constellations while having a nice chat
since they're made of chocolate and candy their hardness depends on temperature, if it's hot they're gonna start melting which could cause problems for them, if it's cold then they're good
having to put up with the other schmoochles' shenanigans especially rare schmoochle those kids be doing the most lmfao is kinda a tough job for them but they are able to make it work
speaking of that whenever the schmoochles watch a movie and an inappropriate scene comes up epic schmoochle are always the ones to shield their cousins eyes so they don't have to see it lmfao
art is a hobby they enjoy the most, they're good at it too
they flirt with each other 24/7 and if other monsters don't like it then they can leave &lt;3
pigtails has a sweet high pitched motherly voice with a southern accent and grandpa (sorry lmfao i had to i mean cmon LOOK AT THAT HAIRSTYLE) has a deep voice and a british accent
that's all i got for now and my boredom is officially gone now so waheyyy,,, 🎉🎉🎉
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stardustedwanderer · 1 month
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[Anodyne Delivery! Today's special: Two baskets of fresh, hot fries smothered with melted cheese and topped with bacon, green onions and jalapeños, one for Siff and one for Loop should they want any.]
[Cat time! Ah, also food, but first, cat time - It's very important to tip the delivery kitty after all. In this case that tip comes in the by-now reliable form of scritches and pets.]
[That very important task taken care of, you turn your attention to food with a tummy rumbling a whole lot more than you thought was possible. Still, with two baskets like this it feels... Unfair? Not to at least offer to share. This late at night it's a cinch to sneak over to the favor tree anyway, trying not to think about how your sneaking skill far outranks your ability to find traps and keys along the way...
Loop, being Loop, makes you regret your decision almost immediately, prickling you with comments on everything from how 'cute' you are to think of them, to how silly it is to assume a star eats. They don't say no though.... In fact you find it impossible to resist teasing that you've changed your mind, enjoying their predictable pouting before caving and handing over their half of the grub. They really are exhausting, but at least you've started to figure out how to handle them.
Watching them eat is a curious thing, the food is there, in their hand, in front of their face and then... A bite is missing, and their... Cheeks? Are moving. They chew, they swallow. Everything except that initial, you know, biting part. It's a little alarming in a way, but also mildly mesmerizing. Enough you suffer another jab at how you've failed to tuck in yet yourself, "Enraptured by my visage, stardust..?" Urgh..
Still it's nice. The two of you eating under the moonlight. Not to mention the rare commodity of something other than the same... Ten? Or so foods you've gotten used to trying to pick between - Nine since your official Pineapple Ban. The fries are good and crispy under the cheese, and the jalapeños in particular are a welcome touch. Skimming a piece off to eat on it's own as you savor the tingling burn. It's not that Vaugardians don't make spicy food, but it never quite reaches the levels you'd prefer.
Ah, but all good things must come to an end. Even after caving and licking up the scraps of melted cheese - much to Loops amused derision - you find you've lapsed back into silence. The two of you will likely stay like this for a while, as you have many times now... There really isn't much left to say, but the silent company is pleasant enough.
Nicer on a full belly,..]
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fumikomiyasaki · 4 months
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Slowly getting back to creating stuff after this Burnout period .
👠 - One muse isn’t enjoying a party until the other shows up, so they approach them- This Is Hoshi/ Flynn Scenario
and/ or
🐸 - One muse is under a spell and asks the other for help, but the attempt to help only lands both of them cursed! - Blake and Gregory ( I have Feeling this something that would happen)
Once upon a dream
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Even if Flynn asked him to come here, Hoshi felt a little uneasy... like he didn't belong here. Which was valid given most of these people here had this aura of Ego, greed, malice... to him it looked like a bunch of mean monsters starring into his soul... at least untill one thing calmed him... the familiar bird that took his hand gently and pressed a kiss on his hand.
"My beautifull Iolite, I am so glad you came... you look wonderfull like this."
Flynn let his other hand pull around Hoshi, pulling him in admireing the outfit he wore to his eyes with a smirk. A slight chuckle left them both feeling the comfort of another pressence and even if other people around them murmured, they both couldn't care less.
"Don't mind them, I do not came to this party for them, I came for the awards that are handed out soon and I asked you to come with me so I have someone to take a break with between the show, so I hope you bare with me."
"Its alright but I can't make promises if anyone tries to attack me personally."
Flynn chuckles and left a kiss on his cheek before nodding.
"Don't worry you have my full support... and my own wrath for dare insulting my precious gem."
The two walked calmly hand in hand upon their seats to wait for the show... suddenly the surpressing aura vanished a little... and just feeling the warmth of his bird boyfriends claw hand was enough... the little flirts he left in his ear. He laughed a little thinking how he can pay it back to him later.
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"Urgh why do I have to work together with this moron."
Blake complained loudly given all the partner work paired him up with Gregory of all people as he just wanted to have an easy day in this alchemy class.... and seeing him already check the substances if they are edible was concerning enough.
In annoyance he sighed and decided to brew the drink without Gregories help, just trying to do everything as the book said and focus but seeing this moron next to him trying to get his attention and disctract him made him slip up on some things... in the end both were engulfed in a fog that transformed them both into small cats... although it was more so Blake was a small slim black cat while Gregory became a purple fat cat that loafed on him.
"Urgh get off me you fat- Kitty?"
Some of the other students had a slight laugh as the current teacher called Beatrice to fix them both up in the infirmary... she picked them both up on their arm surprisingly easy as Greg laughed.
"Aww but ya are cute as a kitten... wanna pur for me."
"Shut your mouth you dumbass, its your fault we are like this."
"I didn't mix the drink."
"You distracted me."
Gregory has a smug face slightly rubbing his kitty nose against Blakes whiskers making him red.
"Ya wanted to look at me, that is cute."
"I need you to stop annoying me or I will claw you up with these soon."
"Fine, but ya know if we gotta stay like this I help ya clean any-"
And quickly he was attacked by Blake... Beatrice grabbed them both by the nape and scolded them for a while before treating their wounds soon... at least it seems she had a cure for their condition but still... they bickered for more than an hour after this. At least Gregory had a chuckle out of this.
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