before realizing that i'm a lesbian, almost all of my relationships were unfulfilling, unsatisfying etc to the point where i had some serious self worth issues and convinced myself that i was just not meant to date. but now that i'm in a beautiful, wonderful relationship with my girlfriend (who loves my cats like a stepdad), i'm blown away constantly by just how happy i am and how right this feels, and even just a year ago i didn't think this kind of happiness was possible
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thoughts of will having to persuade mike for agessss to get a kitten but as soon as they get the kitten, mike is the one who puts the kitten on his chest all the time when he's laying down, he's the one manually feeding it, he's the one that just casually has the kitten on his shoulder when he's writing
Heyyy, i love your workk, could you maybe write something about ilia being jealous of his cats because reader is cuddling them or just paying more attention to them than to him. Something on those lines please and thank you
“I’ve been demoted”
a movie playing low in the background,
On the couch, she was curled up comfortably, completely content.
Which would’ve been perfect…
If she wasn’t currently giving all of her attention to the cats.
Ilia stood in the doorway for a second, just watching.
One cat tucked against her side, the other sprawled across her lap, both getting gentle scratches and soft coos like they were the only things that existed.
Meanwhile?
He’d been home for ten minutes.
Ten.
Minutes.
“Wow,” Ilia said finally, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. “Good to know where I rank in this household.”
She barely glanced up, smiling lazily. “Hi, baby.”
“Hi,” he echoed, unimpressed. “Don’t get up or anything. I wouldn’t want to interrupt… whatever this is.”
She laughed softly, still petting them. “They missed me.”
“Oh, I’m sure they did,” he said, pushing himself off the wall and walking over. “Must’ve been really hard for them. Sitting around. Being fed. Napping all day.”
One of the cats shifted, stretching further into her like it was proving his point.
Ilia narrowed his eyes.
“She just looked at me…rubbing it in” he muttered.
She giggled, finally looking up at him properly. “You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m being replaced.”
“You’re not being replaced.”
“Really?” He gestured toward the scene in front of him. “Because it looks like I’ve been demoted.”
She shook her head, amused, but there was a softness in her eyes. “Come sit.”
He didn’t move.
Instead, he tilted his head slightly, watching her with that playful, almost pouty expression he knew worked.
“I would,” he said, “but I don’t think there’s room for me anymore.”
She rolled her eyes, but there was a flicker of something else now…something that made her look at him a little more closely.
“…are you actually jealous of the cats? YOUR cats?” she asked.
He scoffed lightly, dropping onto the arm of the couch. “I’m not jealous.”
A beat.
“…okay, maybe a little.”
Her expression shifted immediately, something softer, more understanding slipping in between the humor.
“Oh,” she murmured.
Carefully, she lifted one cat off her lap, then the other, setting them gently on the couch beside her despite their small protests.
“Hey…” Ilia started, but stopped as she stood up and walked over to him.
And then
Without a word she pushed him to the couch.
She climbed into his lap.
His hands instinctively went to her waist, surprise flickering across his face as she settled comfortably against him, arms wrapping loosely around his shoulders.
She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
“Is my blonde boy jealous of his own cats?” she murmured, teasing but gentle.
His lips twitched despite himself.
“…maybe a little,” he admitted quietly.
She laughed, warm and soft, and then…without warning…started kissing his face.
Forehead. Cheek. The corner of his mouth.
Again and again, playful and affectionate, like she was making up for lost time.
“There,” she said between kisses. “Better?”
“Not even close,” he mumbled, but he was already smiling.
She hummed, tilting her head as her kisses trailed lower along his jaw, just under his ear.
He let out a small breath, barely audible, his grip tightening slightly on her waist.
“You’re so dramatic,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his skin as she moved down to his neck.
Another soft kiss.
Another.
“I love you,” she murmured quietly against him.
A soft hum slipped out of him at that, his head tipping back just slightly, giving her more room without even realizing it.
“Yeah?” he breathed.
“Mmhm.”
Her lips found his , and it lingered slow, warm, familiar in a way that made everything else fade out.
He kissed her back instantly, one hand coming up to cup her face, pulling her just a little closer like he’d been waiting for this all night.
And for a moment…
It was just them.
Until…
A small weight jumped onto the couch.
And then…
A paw.
Directly on her leg.
They both froze for half a second before she broke, laughing softly against his lips.
“Your cat child is jelly just like you,” she said, glancing down as Mysti pawed at her again, very clearly demanding attention.
Ilia groaned quietly, dropping his forehead to hers. “Unbelievable.” laughing slightly.
“You started it,” she teased.
“I did not…”
Mysti meowed.
Loudly….like she was completely disagreeing.
She laughed again, pressing one more quick kiss to his lips before shifting slightly, reaching down to scoop her up.
“Okay, okay, I hear you,” she murmured to the cat.
Later, they were in bed, the movie now playing properly as soft light flickered across the room.
Miu Miu was curled comfortably in Ilia’s lap, completely settled like she belonged there.
Mysti, meanwhile, was tucked against her side again, finally satisfied.
Ilia had one arm wrapped loosely around her, his thumb tracing slow, absent patterns against her arm.
It was quiet.
Comfortable.
Balanced.
She turned her head, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, smiling against him.
“See?” she said lightly. “I can give all my affection to all three of you.”
He huffed quietly, though there was no real annoyance left..just that lingering softness.
“Mm,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again, slower this time. “But I still want you all to myself.”
She laughed softly into the kiss and didn’t pull away.
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Warnings: Fluff, grumpy-soft Simon, cat adoption, reader being a little mischievous, domestic vibes, light cursing, Simon reluctantly becoming a cat dad.
Author's Note: I have cat dad Simon brain rot so… yeah
Summary: You drag Simon to an animal shelter, thinking you’ll be the one to choose a pet. But when a grumpy, battle-scarred tomcat and an energetic little kitten catch his eye, Simon unexpectedly becomes a cat dad. And maybe, just maybe, you realize that the two little furballs aren’t so different from the two of you.
Masterlist | Part 2
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You had been working on Simon for weeks.
Ever since you passed the animal shelter with its brightly colored sign reading Adopt, Don’t Shop! and its adorable display of kittens in the window, you had been determined to bring a cat into your lives. Simon, however, had been resistant.
“Too much work,” he grumbled the first time you brought it up.
“You literally take care of me,” you shot back.
He had given you a deadpan look, arms crossed. “You’re already enough of a handful.”
Yet, despite his stubborn refusal, here you were—standing in the middle of the shelter, surrounded by cages, the air filled with the sounds of purring, meows, and the occasional yowl.
Simon stood beside you, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, his mask covering the lower half of his face. His eyes flicked over the various cats, unreadable as ever.
You expected yourself to be the one to choose. But then—
“This one,” Simon muttered.
You blinked, turning to see him crouched in front of a large metal cage. Inside sat a scruffy-looking gray tomcat with thick fur, a torn ear, and piercing yellow eyes. His expression was pure judgment.
“Wait—really?” you asked, stunned.
Simon barely glanced at you, still engaged in a silent staring contest with the cat. “Yeah.”
You stared at the cat—who stared right back with the same unimpressed energy as Simon.
“Well,” you said, crossing your arms. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised you picked the grumpiest one here.”
Before Simon could respond, something small and fast darted across the cage—a fluffy white kitten with bright blue eyes. She tumbled right into Smokey’s side, letting out a high-pitched meow.
The older cat huffed but, instead of swatting her away, immediately started grooming her, licking her tiny head with exaggerated, slow strokes. The kitten let out a delighted purr and pressed closer, practically glued to his side.
“Oh my God.” You clutched Simon’s arm, eyes wide.
He stiffened slightly. “What?”
“They love each other. We can’t separate them.”
Simon exhaled through his nose. “We’re here for one cat.”
“You were here for one cat,” you corrected, still staring at the duo. The tiny kitten—whom you had already mentally named Beans—was now happily nuzzling against Smokey’s belly. Smokey, despite his grumpy demeanor, curled a protective paw around her.
It was too much. Your heart was melting into a puddle right then and there.
“Simon,” you said seriously, turning to him with wide, pleading eyes. “Look at them. That’s his baby.”
Simon hesitated. He turned back to the cage, watching the way Smokey let out a long-suffering sigh but continued to let the kitten crawl all over him.
A long silence stretched between you.
Finally, with a resigned sigh, Simon muttered, “...Fine.”
You beamed. “You’re gonna be the best cat dad.”
He shot you a look. “Don’t push it.”
—
Bringing them home was chaos.
Smokey took to the apartment like a battle-hardened veteran. He strode into each room with cautious, calculated steps, sniffing everything with a skeptical expression before settling himself on the couch like he owned the place.
Beans, meanwhile, was a whirlwind of pure energy.
She zoomed across the living room, her tiny paws skidding against the hardwood floor as she crashed into furniture legs, meowed at nothing, and repeatedly attempted to jump onto the couch—only to fall back down every time.
You watched, covering your mouth to stifle a giggle. “She’s like a menace in a tiny package.”
Simon, standing beside you with his arms crossed, let out a quiet huff. “Yeah. Reckon Smokey’s regrettin’ his life choices.”
As if on cue, Beans tried—and failed—to jump onto the couch yet again. She let out a tiny, frustrated squeak. Smokey, clearly unimpressed, simply reached down, grabbed her scruff, and pulled her up himself.
Your heart melted.
“Oh my God,” you whispered. You turned to Simon, eyes sparkling. “That’s you.”
Simon blinked. “What?”
“You and Smokey. Both grumpy, both act like you don’t care—but secretly, you’re soft.” You gestured at Beans, who was now gleefully kneading into Smokey’s side. “And she’s me. Clingy, loud, and never leaves you alone.”
Simon exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re not that bad.”
You grinned, nudging him. “Admit it. You love me.”
His arm slid around your waist, pulling you close. “You’re lucky I do.”
—
Days turned into weeks, and Simon’s resistance crumbled.
He acted like the cats were your responsibility, but you’d walk into the living room only to find him sitting on the floor, one hand absentmindedly scratching behind Smokey’s ear while Beans curled up in his lap.
Or you’d wake up in the middle of the night and see a lump under the blankets, only to pull them back and find both cats curled up against Simon’s chest, his hand resting protectively over Beans.
The real breaking point came when you caught him talking to them.
“Smokey, you let her get away with too much,” he muttered one evening, watching as Beans clambered onto his leg. “Gotta set boundaries, mate.”
Smokey flicked an ear, unbothered.
You leaned against the doorway, smirking. “Giving dad advice now?”
Simon sighed, but there was no real bite to it. “If I don’t, no one will.”
Grinning, you made your way over, sitting beside him on the couch. Beans immediately abandoned Smokey to crawl onto your lap, purring like a motor.
“You know,” you murmured, resting your head against Simon’s shoulder, “I was right. Smokey and Beans are just like us.”
Simon hummed, rubbing slow circles against your hip. “Think so?”
You nodded. “Yeah. You act all tough, but secretly, you’re soft. And me? I’m annoying but impossible to get rid of.”
Simon chuckled. “Never wanted to get rid of you.”
Your heart flipped. You turned to him, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”
Simon huffed, amused, but you could feel the warmth in his touch.
As if mirroring the sentiment, Beans let out a tiny, happy chirp and burrowed into your hoodie, while Smokey sprawled lazily against Simon’s side.
Yeah. You had officially turned Simon Riley into a cat dad.
And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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