Talk Shit Get Hit

Bored didn’t even begin to cover the current state of mind the male was experiencing. Not only had he had to take the opening shift that day, he was stuck sorting through the stupid romantic comedies to make sure they were in good condition to be rented for the night. As if anyone was actually going to trek their way to the Movie Hut and rent a stupid movie when they could just pull up Netflix or snag it offline. It was stupid and he’d much rather be at Bailey’s. Or lounging on the couch in the bookstore..considering his boyfriend was probably working. But here he was..the only asshole on the clock watching the dead store. His manager had called and said he’d be in later. Whenever that was.

Sudden noise and movement at the front of the store gathered his attention and he peeked around the shelves of DVD’s and Blu rays expecting to find a customer only to find his boyfriend adorned in pink. Expression immediately lifted and he all but threw the DVD case in his hand to the shelf before rushing towards the entrance, the staff lanyard around his neck swinging with the quick movements. 

“Bailey!” A grin stretched across his face and he gave the other’s outfit a once over. “Cute babe. Real cute.” 

Right. Valentine’s Day. It was pretty surreal actually having a serious relationship for the holiday. He’d shot off a quick text before going to work for Bailey to wake up to but..beyond that he hadn’t really. Done much to acknowledge the holiday. Not yet at least. Part of him hoped they could..go out to dinner tonight. Hang out? Fuck he didn’t know. They did that often. Did that mean it wasn’t as special to do it on Valentine’s Day? Was that a thing? He’d also bought Bailey a small dog plush. One of the cheesy ones that cropped up every year with the heart hanging out it’s mouth. It was currently hidden in his backpack to hand over once he was off of work. 

It wasn’t..much. He didn’t know what he was doing. 

The tail moved beneath his petting and Bailey gasped happily, his other hand flying to his cheek in awe. How adorable! Whatever technology this was made from was really something; perhaps The Engineer or Oscar could fashion something similar, so he could have a tail and ears too!

Puppy ones for him, obviously.

He grinned excitedly as he waited Devon to remove the animal features so he could try them, but he only faltered as he was told no. Bailey watched as the ears were tugged at and only caused pain in his boyfriend; his mouth opened at this once more. The…They were attached? As in…part of Devon’s body now? How strange…What on earth caused that sort of mutation to occur?

“They’re…part of you now…?” Bailey muttered, only hand to his lip in thought. How could this have happened? A stray cat scratch, perhaps? Wasn’t that one man given spider powers by a spider bite? In that movie Devon had showed him once? “Oh, my…”

Slowly, the large smile returned until Bailey was grinning and clasping his hands together. “Oh, my! My Devon Heaven is a Kitty Devon Heaven now!” He stepped forward to hug Devon around his middle in delight, resting his head against Devon’s chest, ear pressed over his heart to hear it pounding.

He paused, however, then released him and stepped back. “Um. Wait…Does this mean you…count as an animal now…? Cause, um…I love animals, Kitty Devon Heaven, but not like that…”

Ears flexed back as he watched Bailey absorb the information given. That the ears were real and the tail were real and his boyfriend actually had these things attached to himself. That they weren’t intricate accessories. 

“They’re part of me now.” He repeated, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to keep from shouting in excitement again.  He had hoped Bailey would take it well. It was kind of why he’d come rushing down to the store...but there was always the chance he wouldn’t. He. Hadn’t really prepared himself for that. 

Whoops. 

His worries were quickly relieved when the older was grinning and surging forward to wrap warm arms around his waist in an excited hug. His own arm dropped to wrap around Bailey and he grinned, ducking his head to press a quick kiss to the top of the other’s head, taking care not to disrupt his styled hair. 

Ah, that was okay. Bailey thought of that to be pretty sweet.

“Oh,” Bailey muttered, faltering as his idea was shot down. Supposed that made sense; why would Devon want to meet his customers? He’d only get poor, undeserved judgement from them, and neither Devon nor Bailey needed the punk getting the stink eye from people. Already got that enough going to the supermarket and walking down the street. Bailey didn’t get it; if they’d just say two words to Devon, they’d know he was an incredibly sweet, cuddly ray of sunshine! His Devon Heaven!

“I most certainly am not, but I’ll force myself to be for your sake, darling,” Bailey replied, swinging a fist without enthusiasm. Hey, he didn’t know what was coming here. Couldn’t be ready for something he didn’t know about.

And he most certainly wasn’t ready for the cat ears that popped out from underneath the beanie.

His jaw dropped at the sight of them, eyes bugging out of his head, before his attention was called to the tail that flicked out from behind his boyfriend, wagging gently in the air. Bailey’s jaw dropped lower and his eyes grew wider, the blue optics flicking back and forth between the ears and the tail. Then his hand was being guided to - Ooooh!

A large smile grew upon his face and he enthusiastically petted at the tail, marvelling at the soft fur beneath his fingers. “Oh, my! Somebody left you a present! Oh!” He took back his hand to make grabby fingers with both of them at Devon’s cat ears. “Let me try them on next! I want a turn, please!”

Now, wouldn’t that add a whole new level of adorable to Mr. Bailey Walter, huh?

His grin only grew as he watched his boyfriend react to the newest additions to..to well. Himself. Happiness surged as a gentle hand petted against the tail and in return the tail swung gently itself. The brown of the animal features matched his nature color. How or why? He didn’t know. Wasn’t going to question it. 

It was a present...wasn’t it? Of course he’d seen those headsets online. The ears that read your brain waves or some..some sciencey shit like that to move in response to your emotions. There was no way he’d ever be able to treat himself to such a thing without drowning in guilt and negatively impacting his budgets. Now it didn’t matter!

This was better than that anyway. 

“Oh..babe you can’t try ‘em on look!” He raised his hand once more to try and tug one of the ears off of his head, expression dropping at the action. The ears flicked back and flattened against his head whilst his tail bristled behind him. A wince made it’s way out of him before he shook his head. 

“They’re like. Fuckin’ real. Like. Attached to my head. I already tried tuggin’ at ‘em. It hurts like a biiitch.” Hand dropped and he shoved it into his vest pocket. “But! Look I’m like a fuckin’ super hero now!” 

If he ever had powers..this? This was pretty high up on the list. Whether it come from a freak accident or a mutation like Spiderman. Just. Cat..cat powers. Fuck he’d settle for just a cat inspired outfit and sick fighting moves. Pull some Iron Man shit. 

Bailey giggled at the quick thank you. How cute! Devon was so cute when he was so excited; Bailey didn’t get to see him like this very much. Sure, Devon was a passionate being, but being so happily excited like this? Didn’t happen often. Bailey rather liked it.

Bailey stayed still as Devon stepped closer to him, awaiting some sort of affection, a kiss or a hug, before he faltered and looked over his shoulder as Devon did. “Nope, just me,” the brunet replied, turning back to Devon with a smile. “You just missed the last couple of customers, if you wanted to meet them.”

Why Devon would, he didn’t know, but he sort of wished he’d been here to see them. A mother and her daughter, wanting to purchase a book with the little girl’s very own pocket money. It’d been an adorable sight to behold, watching the little girl pick a book from the Children’s Literature section and trot up to the desk and make the transaction with him, especially more so since she could barely see over the counter. At one point, she’d run out of coins and tried substituting with a button; he’d waved away the mother’s attempt at giving over real money and accepted the button as payment, then gave it back to the girl as her change.

Sort of made him think about the future, if he would ever have children himself. If he and Devon would ever…

He shook off the thought as Devon spoke once more, blinking in wonder. “Oh, my. Sounds nifty. You’d better show it to me quick, then, even if I won’t believe it.”

That..that’s fair. Devon didn’t often get excited about things save for his time spent with the bookshop owner, and even then he tried to play it off when he was around Bailey to keep his whole..tough guy persona around. 

And right now? Right now he was the toughest guy with a cat tail and ears around. Probably the only one but. That didn’t matter! What mattered was the fact that the shop was empty save for the two of them.

"Babe. No I didn’t want to meet your customers. I mean. Fuck I’m glad they came in but that’s not the thing right now!” Sure they were lovely people but Devon didn’t just talk to people. They got the wrong idea due to his fashions and aesthetics. Which. Was fucking stupid but whatever. Couldn’t stop people from stereotyping. 

“Alright..are you ready for this?” He tipped his head, waiting for a positive reply before his hand reached upwards and dragged the hood down first before fingers curled into the beanie and tugged it off to reveal the seemingly magic ears that had just appeared a top his head. 

“Look at that shit!” A wide grin crossed his face as he stuffed his beanie into his pocket before reaching around lifting the back of his vest a bit to let the tail free. The thing flicked before swaying in the empty space. “I fucking. Woke up. And BAM! They were there! I didn’t even notice until I pulled my pants on.” 

Even now the back of the fabric was riding lowered than usual, showing a little more of his skull patterned boxers than ever to keep from harming the feline tail. 

Bailey had been shelving books when his shop’s door suddenly burst open, making him jump and yelp simultaneously. He quickly secured the books to his chest as he reacted to the scare, then he turned around on the stool he stood upon to look toward the source.

Devon Heaven!

He’d known the punk was off work today, so he’d been expecting an arrival, but not one so sudden. Ah, it was okay; Devon was here now. With how quickly he’d run in, Bailey’s first thought was that he was being chased and his eyes flicked over to the window to look for the chaser. When he saw nothing, his eyes went back to Devon and he realised Devon’s yelling was happy.

He had something to show him.

Bailey finished shelving the books and set a hand to the bookcase to steady himself as he stepped down from the stool, smiling as he came down. He set the stool aside, then brushed off his hands as he walked over to Devon. “I’m looking at it,” he said, staring at the beanie his boyfriend had secured over his hair. “I’ve never seen you wear a beanie, Devon Heaven. It’s a good look for you, I like it.” He tilted his head to the side, smiling cutely.

“Bailey!” 

The punk perked up as his boyfriend came closer, hands finally free of any books. He’d apologize for the startling entrance in a minute, certainly didn’t meant to make Bailey jump. Coulda made him fall and then Devon would really be stewing in a guilty pot. 

“What? You are?” 

Eyebrows arched at Bailey’s answer, eyes looking up towards his own head before he shook his head. “No no not the beanie! But thank you!” He didn’t wear them that often, as the risk of hat hair was too great when he spent so much time styling his hair properly. A note was made to remember that Bailey liked ‘em before he shook his head again. 

A careful glance was thrown around the shop before he stepped closer, away from the front of the shop so no passerby could possibly see.  “So I fuckin’ woke up--wait wait is anyone else here?” Blue eyes darted left and right before he leaned forward, straining his neck to see past the bookshelves blocking his view of more of the shop. 

Getting dressed with his new appendages had been a bit challenging, but Devon had done his best to adapt, as not to draw too much attention to himself as he trekked to Bailey’s store. Tail had been tucked beneath his vest, up the back as best he could do while an oversized beanie secured his head alongside a hood from the shirt beneath his vest.  Of course the slender tail still twitched beneath the fabric, wanting to be free to sway and react appropriately. If anyone watched him, they’d likely think he had a snake or something hiding underneath the patch covered vest. 

It was a good thing he was off work today. His boss wouldn’t have allowed him to come in like this anyway. Might get him fired. Pft..bunch of buzz kills anyway. Wouldn’t appreciate his newfound gifts. Cat ears and a cat tail were probably the best fuckin’ thing one could wake up with out of the blue.

The familiar bookstore greeted him and he picked up his pace, all but running into the store and letting the bell twinkle to announce his arrival if his heavy footsteps didn’t already. 

Meow: My muse will grow cat-ears and a tail and develop cattish mannerisms for ___ (M!A choice)

He hadn’t noticed until he was getting dressed, which wasn’t that much of a surprise honestly. Devon had never been a morning person. Ever. In his life. His work uniform was halfway dragged on and he was wiggling into his pants when something warm and furry brushed across his wrist. 

Pulse jolted and he whirled around in confusion, eyes searching for whatever could be the cause. There weren’t any animals in his apartment last night! Several minutes of searching around had led to nothing and the punk was fairly certain he was going nuts. Until he sat down and landed on the tail itself. 

Limbs scrambled up and he whirled around, essentially chasing the furry appendage before rushing to the bathroom of his apartment. 

His reflection greeted him in the streaked glass and he stared in silent awe at the pair of brown ears poking out from the top of his head, nestled in the dyed locks of hair.

Tiny: My muse will be shrunk so small, that he will fit into a hand for ___(M!A choice)

Meow: My muse will grow cat-ears and a tail and develop cattish mannerisms for ___ (M!A choice)

Hush: My muse will suddenly be mute and can not communicate verbally anymore for ___ (M!A choice)

Cling: My muse feels horrible pain, if they are physically seperated from ___ (muse of M!As choice) for ___ (M!A choice)

What: My muse will suddenly hear every word in unintelligeble gibberish and not understand a single word said to them for ___ (M!A choice)

Moan: My muse will suddenly have insatiable sexual urges that grow stronger, the longer they won't get any for ___ (M!A choice)