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chewnchuu · 9 days ago

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How to Familiarize Your Pussy

pairing: cat hybrid!Blade x cat hybrid!reader

tags: MDNI, fem!reader, demi human pets, suggestive in a couple scenes but no full blown guts getting blown out, Kafka is Blade's owner, Silver Wolf is your owner, Kafka + SW are roommates(kinda), Silver Wolf and (mostly)Kafka are trying to get you and Blade to know each other without Blade trying to kill you (allegedly) or without you running away from the big cat trying to kill you(allegedly), Kafka got that money, scent fetish, freaky kitties(you AND Blade), hybrids don't speak here but still understand humans, you and Blade have no lines in this play, not proofread

notes: @ mewnbuns did this hybrid fic except Blade and reader were dogs. I wanted to write Blade as a cat hybrid, so here we are. The post fic clarity is gonna hit with this one though... Well, not too bad, I mean I had to bounce back after a good chunk of this fic got deleted so I had to write it all over again from scratch. Then I let it rot in my drafts... This has way more words than it should tbh so it gets a bit rushed at the end.

You were an average cat, with a shut in owner. This arrangement didn't bother you. You helped your oddly named owner, Silver Wolf, with chores. It was your duty to keep her house clean. Although she never asked you to, you just couldn't leave her house to be littered with empty cans, chip bags, and any other gunk she'd allegedly pick up later or so she'd claim.

All you could do was roll your eyes and silently tidy around your home. It was a peaceful arrangement. You were never bothered by her, occasionally you'd relax in her room while she worked from home or played games in her room. You couldn't speak to her in her language even if you wanted to. Your days were spent preoccupied with either cleaning, sleeping, eating, watching TV, or indulging in your hobbies. You didn't need to bring in any income. You stayed at home all day, and did your most important job of all, which was to be a cat.

You didn't interact with anyone else besides Silver Wolf. That didn't bother you. You weren't properly socialized anyway. You knew basic interaction, but that was it. Occasionally you'd go out on your own to the local convenience store to pick up snacks for yourself and Silver Wolf. Maybe a dog demihuman would scare you on occasion, thankfully with a chain attached, but that was it. It was a short trip there and back to your safe haven where no one bothered you. It was a peaceful arrangement. You'd never change that.

There was no way that'd be able to change even if you wanted it to. Though, why would you? A peaceful home, an amicable owner who also keeps to herself? Plenty of food, a place to rest, entertainment, you practically have it all.

What you have? That would never change. You would never even dream of it.

Until your home was destroyed in a freak construction accident one fateful afternoon. It was a once in blue moment between you and Silver Wolf. You returned from that same convenience store to be greeted with the rubble and remains of your home. It was a horrifying sight to behold. You felt so helpless in that moment.

With shared effort, you both managed to scrounge up some of your belongings that were miraculously still intact. After organizing yourselves a bit and composing from the shock, Silver Wolf tells you that you'll both have a place to stay in the meantime.

After calling an Uber, you arrive at a very luxurious looking home about two and half hours from your crumbled one. Beyond the front gate, you soon find out it's gorgeous, with well tended to flowers in the front, garden chairs and tables with other rich people decor, and a lovely designed fountain in the center. You can't help but stare in awe as you meeky follow behind Silver Wolf to the front door. You're still rubbing your eyes from the long nap you took during the ride here. You cautiously stare as she rings the doorbell.

A beautiful woman greets you both. An acquaintance at the very least of your owner. No, perhaps a bit more familiar? How could someone like your owner just come to the house of someone like— that? This just didn't seem like the type to be associated with Silver Wolf of all people. Beautiful, clean, well kept, elegant, graceful demeanor. Just how? The woman chuckles as she notices your face contort in confusion as you study her.

"Your pet looks a bit confused, I think she's judging you Silver Wolf." oh and her voice is as decadent and pretty as she looks.

Silver Wolf shoots you a look before rolling her eyes. "I think she always does that honestly." She's right, you do, always with love of course. Although you wouldn't change her for the most part anyway.

"She seems pretty reserved." The woman comments, "I wonder how Bladie will react to her though. I highly doubt he'll be jumping for joy when he sees another cat here. He's already warmed up to you enough Silver Wolf." Another cat? Your ears twitch at the mention. Surely living with another cat shouldn't be so bad?

Your owner scoffs at her words. "Oh please Kafka, Blade barely even tolerates me. There's nothing warm about him."

Kafka hums, tapping her chin with a gloved hand before she motions you both to come inside. "Well, come in then. We'll have to discuss how to introduce them both. I'd hate for you to lose your cat." Suddenly you don't feel so welcome anymore as the hair on the back of your neck stands up. You nervously glance at Silver Wolf before you don't have a choice but to follow her inside.

The inside of Kafka's house is rather expensive, you can tell just by a quick glance around. All her decorations and furniture look like they cost a fortune even on their own. The kitchen and living room were massive. It's beautiful, really, but not enough to distract you from the looming threat to your very existence in the air. You can only assume that foreign smell ghosting your nostrils is that of another cat. It must be this Blade you keep hearing about. Oh how you hope he hasn't sensed you yet. The way Silver Wolf and Kafka mentioned him, he seems more like a rabid dog than a cat. Is it bad to think that?

Silver Wolf leads you over to a pair of lavish couches, you reluctantly take a seat on one of them. Silver Wolf sits next to you while Kafka takes a seat on the opposing couch. "I am sorry to hear about your house Silver Wolf, it's rather unfortunate to lose it so suddenly. I am glad you and your car are unscathed. I don't mind you both staying here at all, although I do worry about how our cats will adjust."

You look over at your owner, in your mind you wonder, how will you adjust? You've never really been associated with another cat. Silver Wolf never fully socialized you. Only rarely did you encounter other humans. Silver Wolf thinks for a moment, clicking her tongue.

"[Name] likes to keep to herself, so she wouldn't be a rush to meet Blade. Besides I doubt she wants to right now, she's been getting even more anxious as we speak."

She's damn right you're anxious! You want to shut yourself in a room as fast as possible if it means avoiding this big scary cat you keep hearing about. You shift in your spot uncomfortably, your tail wrapping around your waist..

"Awe, sweetie... Bladie won't hurt you." Kafka coos at you in an attempt to soothe your nerves.

You don't believe her for a second no matter how silky her voice sounds in your fluffy ears.

"There are a couple of guest rooms on the opposing side of the house. It's the opposite from Blade's room. There's a bathroom on each side as well. I sleep on the second floor, so come up there if you need me."

You wish you could ask to be on the second floor too, but then you'll have to jump from a window in the event you'll have to escape this house entirely.

"Got it, anything else I should know?" Silver Wolf asks her.

"Make sure [Name] stays in her room for now. At least until Blade gets used to her, we don't want to introduce them suddenly. Blade is a sort of— guard cat. He's pretty on edge with strangers as you know. You should personally deliver [Name]'s food to her room and watch her come and go from the bathroom even if it's just across the hall. Blade does chores for me around the house when he's not in his room. He's more used to you though, so you should be alright." Kafka explains. Each word has your stomach churning more and more.

You're nearly certain you may as well die here. You'd like to get to your room this instant. "He should be in his room now actually, he likes to keep himself too usually." Well that'd be a relief if it didn't feel so obvious that your life was in danger. Silver Wolf is gonna make you stay here? Is she insane?

Silver Wolf yawns and you could almost smack her in the mouth right now and how at ease she was feeling while you're practically at the edge of your seat to get up and leave. Alas, you're just a cat with little value with no connections at all. You're helpless. You're stuck here. No one's coming to save you. These thoughts rotate in your head as the words between Silver Wolf and Kafka buzz out of your ears.

Finally after a few minutes, before she has to take her leave to go to work, Kafka dismisses you both to your new rooms down the hall. The opposite side to Blade who you've yet to see.

You can't hop into the bed fast enough. It feels like ages since you've been able to relax. Your body melts into the luxurious sheets and blankets. It's heavenly. Silver Wolf watches you revel in the bed, a snort escapes her. You turn to face her with the side of your face smooshed into a pillow. Your tail slowly swishes back and forth and your worries slip away just like that. It feels so safe in this bed.

Your owner snaps her fingers in order to get your attention again. You groan.

"Hey, don't forget, you can't leave your room. I'll be in the room next to yours. Knock— or I guess scratch on the wall if you need food or the restroom, okay?" Her tone is light-hearted, but you can hear the slight concern in it. Though you can't display it, you're appreciative that she's at least a little worried for you. You nod obediently before turning on your side, nestling into the bed. You hear a 'sleep well' and the door shut. Your eyes slowly blink at the window. How did you get here? Slowly you fade into a state of unconsciousness, hoping this was all a weird dream.

When you wake up, it's pitch black. The only source of light is of the moon that peaks through the curtain. You groan as you sit up, stretching your arms. Sadly, not a dream. Although the bed was still heavenly. You slowly scoot out of bed with an urge to relieve yourself, feet planting on the floor before you make your way towards the door. Your hand hesitates before it reaches the door handle. Blade. The warning. Surely he wasn't up at this hour right? Slowly you open the door, cautiously peeking out of it first.

The bathroom door was right across from you and Silver Wolf's rooms. You should be back in your room before anyone would potentially notice you. So you take the chance. Swiftly tip toeing across the hall and shutting the bathroom door behind you. There isn't a single window, so you flick the light on. It's bright, nearly blinding as you adjust from the previous lack of light. A small hiss escapes you as you cover your eyes for a moment. You need to get this over with and get back to bed.

Warm water and lavender scented hand soap run down your hands. It's a pleasant sensation. You turn the water off once you finish, drying your hands with the soft black hand towel. You click the light off, thinking you won't need it with your room being so close by.

After feeling around on the door, your hand clasps around the door handle. You open it, your heart stops.

There's someone there. It's dark, but you can vaguely make out the figure of a much larger, muscular individual. Blade, it's him. It has to be. You stop, not an inch of you moves as your hair raises in alarm. There's a lump in your throat as you sense him looming over you in the darkness. His presence is domineering as it is terrifying. Strands of dark navy blue fading to red cascade over his shoulder as he leans down to your face. Your breath hitches, to escape this moment would be futile. It was far too late to shut yourself in the bathroom again. Although you doubt the door would stand a chance even if you managed to.

His eyes are like daggers, his gaze itself felt akin to a threat. Thick silence between you both is soon filled with the sound of your gagging with Blade's hand swiftly at your throat. He raises you up by your neck. Your heart is racing, your ears are flat against your head as your tail and legs flail in desperation. Through tears you gape at him with fear.

He doesn't kill you, at least he's not quite trying to, at least not yet. You try your best to steady your desperately beating heart, your hands pathetically clawing and swatting at the bigger cat's arm and his hand that grips your neck. The minor wounds you attempt to inflict don't bother him. Blade was so— uncanny. He just didn't give off the warmth of another living being. It was odd, but it almost felt that he didn't even want to be here dealing with you in a sense.

He observes you a little longer before his face closes in, the tip of his nose brushing against your shoulder. You can hear him sniffing you as if to further inspect you. Oddly enough, it gives you a moment to calm down, although not by much. You feel him huff into your shoulder and you stiffen. He looks at you with a disinterested stare, but there is still a hint of hostility— or was it disgust in those fiery colored eyes of his. It almost seemed that he was determining if you were a threat or not. In what seemed to be a miracle, he released you. You struggled to stand up straight as your feet hit the ground suddenly. You use your hand to steady yourself against the door frame. You can feel Blade's eyes on you, looking you over one last time before he disappears into the pitch black down the hall. Footsteps soon turn to silence, your hand has been subconsciously rubbing your throat. You feared moving from your spot until you were certain he was in his own room.

Once you're sure it's safe to move, you quickly scamper back to your room and shut the door behind you. Your breathing picks up against as deep breaths puff in and out of you. That was Blade.

To your surprise, no one had come to save you from him, instead he let you go of his own volition. Why? What was his motive? You try your best to forget the way he looked at you, all with your fragile life dangling in his hands. Your ears are still flattened against your head, you wipe the last of your tears as you go back to crawl into bed, tucking yourself under the covers this time. You didn't want to wake Silver Wolf, so you decided to suck it up and go back to sleep.

The next day, when Silver Wolf comes to check on you, you practically fling yourself at her. She nearly falls flat on her back with you clinging to her. "W-woah hey! What's with you?" You can't even tell her how the big scary cat was camped outside the bathroom ready to jump you last night. You nuzzle against her cheek, not a common thing, but you were craving affection after that recent scare last night.

With prodding from you, Silver Wolf has breakfast with you in your room on the floor. You happily scarf up the food. You had no idea your owner was capable of making food as tasty as this. Which was suspicious...

"You like it?" She asks through chews of her omelette and you shake your head yes in delight. "Me too, apparently Blade always makes breakfast for Kafka, so she asked him to make a bit more for us."

Similarly to last night, you begin to gag and choke on your food. Silver Wolf hastily smacks your back before offering you water. "Sorry, is he your new trigger word?" She half jokes, but she sounds concerned. "I'm not sure when we'll be able to go back to our old home, I'm still trying to work things out with my insurance company. Maybe sue those workers for negligence while I'm at it... all my games, my consoles..."

You begin to hear her mutter in annoyance as you drink your water, you can only imagine how that must've felt for your hermit owner to have her equipment and belongings destroyed like that. Of course you were upset you had lost some of your toys, art supplies, and books. Not to mention your clothes. It was mostly pajamas and lounge wear. Nothing fancy of course, but still you had your favorites you mourned a little bit.

Silver Wolf, for once, takes both your dishes when you're finished eating. It's not like you can comfortably go out there, and you certainly won't if Blade is still in that kitchen. Before she leaves, she tells you something that makes your heart drop.

"...I'm gonna have to leave you here with Kafka for the weekend. Kafka's house is a two and a half hour drive to the city and back. I'm gonna be at a hotel while I try to set things up to get us back on our feet. Kafka will be the one to feed you when she's here. You'll have snacks too, don't worry."

You're fighting the urge to cry as you listen, but you hold back. You're visibly sulking though which makes Silver Wolf sigh. "You'll be okay, Kafka will have plenty of things for you to keep you entertained. There's a TV in here too." Her attempts to console you fall on deaf ears. The only thing that really comforts you is the narrative that Blade won't come into your room, at least you hope he doesn't. When Silver Wolf shuts the door behind her, you flop down onto your bed, your tail whipping against the mattress in annoyance. This weekend was gonna be a living nightmare for you, you could just feel it.

Sometime after Silver Wolf leaves, you receive a knock on your bedroom door. It's Kafka obviously, you doubt Blade would knock. You open the door for her, and she has a box in her arms. You're incredibly curious about its contents, you can only assume what's inside is for you.

"Silver Wolf let me know about some of the things you liked, so I got some stuff to keep you busy and some clothes. You've been in those clothes since yesterday, surely you'd like to clean up and change right?" Her voice is almost like honey, it honestly feels a little sultry with how smooth it is, but Kafka is rather easy to listen to that way. You carefully take the box, excited to take a look inside and she chuckles at your excitement.

"I'll leave you to it, and don't worry, Bladie will be doing some outdoor chores for a while. Don't feel too skittish on your way across the hall." there's a teasing undertone in her voice. Had she seen you and Blade last night? Surely not. She would've done something to help you right? It's not like you can ask her as Kafka left as soon as she came.

You rummage through the box, tail swaying in a relaxed motion as you do so. Your face brightens as you pull out a sketchbook as well as crayons and colored pencils. Some stuffed animals and fidget toys. There's an assortment of books, all your favorite genres, there's multiple pairs of pajamas that even suit your style. Although you were an adult, as a demihuman pet, even the more child centered items were common things your kind were given no matter the age. Your kind weren't allowed to own their own communication devices. You gaze in delight at one of the stuffed animals, although one smells— a little off. As if it's just been washed, but there's another faint scent of cat hair. Blade's hair. This was Blade's? That hulking unit who had you dangling in the air has a stuffed animal? And Kafka gave it to you? Oh she's absolutely plotting on your downfall. She must be, because what is this!?

Had you upset her? Does she want you six feet under in itsy bitsy pieces?

You nervously put Blade's plushy back in the box. It's not like you can leave your room and give it back to him. You don't even want to imagine what he'd do to you if he knew you had it.

You take everything else out of the box, placing your new clothes inside the dresser you had in your room into one drawer and your sources of entertainment into another. Your stuffed animals you place on your bed against your pillows. The sound of a mower starting causes you to jump in alert. You creep towards the window with one of your stuffed toys in your arms. Carefully, you peaked through the curtain. Kafka did mention Blade was outside doing chores. That's exactly what he was doing, shirtless while pushing the mower across the grass in the backyard.

He looked so... calm. He appeared to look almost friendly in comparison to the other night. With proper light from the sun, you could see his features much better now. He had a lot of scars on his body, and who knows how he got those. Admittedly, he was also easy on the eyes, looking a bit closer at his face. You shuddered at your own thoughts before you stepped away from the window. You set your plushie back down before you grab a pair of clothes. You remember there had been a nice stack of clean towels in the bathroom across from your room already as well as other standard toiletries. A nice bit of freshening up would definitely do you good.

You still feel the need to look down the hall into the rest of the house before scampering into the bathroom. Again, you'd shut the door behind you, setting your change of clothes onto the counter. You begin to undress, stripping down and discarding your clothes into the bathroom's hamper.

After a nice warm shower, a coat of deodorant, a nice helping of lotion and a light dosage of perfume, you look at yourself in the mirror. You look clean, more relaxed with your cozy pajamas on, the shower definitely helped calm your nerves a bit. You take a deep breath, your ears flickering a bit. There's a toothbrush holder with an unused toothbrush in it. It's simple, a blue color, with a couple of white stripes at the bottom. You wet the brush with a bit of water before applying toothpaste on it so you can brush your teeth. It's so refreshing. The feeling of the bristles against your gums, gliding across your tongue. You brush your teeth for at least five minutes, daydreaming as you did so.

Once you finish and spit, you rinse your mouth with mouthwash. A satisfied hum escapes you as you exit the bathroom. You smile, looking down the hall without worry, only for worry to come rushing back, your face falters, your hair and tail raise as your body stiffens.

A few feet away from you stands Blade, still without shirt with a nice coat of sweat, the scent of him tickles your nostrils. Somehow it isn't an entirely bad smell to you. It's almost alluring. Blade stares at you and you hope he doesn't plan to get any closer. Thankfully, he seems to be observing you with disinterest as his gaze only lingers on you for a short moment before he leaves to go to his side of the house. You assume it's to take a shower himself considering it seems like he just came back from mowing the lawn.

You watch as he walks off, your ears fold as your tail whips behind you wildly as you stay in the hall for a moment to savor his scent a little longer. It's so odd, the scent of his sweat is almost better than the body wash you just used to clean yourself with. It nearly leaves you in a complete daze before you literally smack yourself to come to your senses. You quickly disregard the encounter, returning to your room.

Another problem presents itself to you, so it seems. Your eyes linger on the box Kafka gave you earlier. The plushy from before flashes in your mind. Blade's scent... It feels somewhat wrong, but you don't quite care as your hand subconsciously reaches for the stuffed creature inside. You hug it close to your body before hopping into bed. Your face squishes into it with a deep inhale and you feel your entire body shudder with delight. You're rubbing and squishing your face all over Blade's toy, purring as you take in the crumbs of his scent. Oh how you were beginning to crave some of his musk straight from the source. It was humiliating, and you did feel a little ashamed of this sudden desire inside you. Especially for someone you were sure was gonna kill you. He might still, you're not sure anymore.

Your hand reaches for the remote to the TV at your nightstand. You roll through some channels after turning it on, settling for an action adventure film you don't know the name of. You weren't really paying attention either after you got up to grab your sketchbook and pencils so you could draw absentmindedly. Occasionally you'd glance at the stuffed animal at your side. Something's definitely wrong with you right now...

Later that day in the evening, Kafka brings you dinner. Dinner that had been prepared by Blade as so had breakfast and lunch. You eat your dinner in silence. You'd be an absolute liar if you even hinted that Blade's cooking was mediocre or less than subpar. You had made plenty of meals for Silver Wolf during the time you spent as her pet, but sadly it didn't hold a candle to Blade's culinary skills. The meat was so supple and tender, juices squirting in your mouth with every nip of your teeth. It's almost too good, not to mention the perfectly cooked, well seasoned side dishes. Blade was such a strange cat.

Actually you're surprised your dishes have been of such high quality. No attempts to poison you or mess with your food? Well, considering Kafka was delivering all your meals, you guess Blade wouldn't try anything suspicious thankfully.

You're not surprised by how quickly you finished, the meal was delectable. Not only had you scarfed it down in minutes, you literally licked the plate clean. It almost made you forget that you weren't supposed to leave your room. You stand at your room door plate in one hand while your other is inches away from the door knob. You crouch to put your plate down near the door in a position where it doesn't get hit by it. You stare at the empty dish, your ears twitching.

You wonder if you could perhaps have a little more...

If he cooked for you, maybe you could ask for a second helping? Should you risk it though?

The scent of food is still very present in the air, you can't help but open the door. You shouldn't be leaving your room, but you're just not full yet. The scent only becomes more potent, and almost like a cartoon, it leads you to the source. You're led to the kitchen and living room.

You see Kafka, and she immediately spots you from her couch, a book nestled in her hand. She smiles at you, it's a little unnerving, as she looks at you who displays resemblance to a deer in headlights— cat in this case. "Oh hello [name]. Are you still hungry?"

Of course you are, you nod yes at her question. It's obvious by the slight bit of drool dribbling down your lip, you wipe it off quickly at the realization.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad you left your room. Go ahead and get however much you'd like from the kitchen."

A smile spreads across your face as you enthusiastically nod. You turn on your heel, but soon pale as you see familiar long blue hair with a red gradient at the ends. He's staring directly at you, his eyes were on you as soon as you made an appearance. There's a plate in front of him as he has himself seated one of the chairs art the kitchen's waterfall counter. It always feels like he's just— studying you, as if to make sure you wouldn't try anything he deemed a threat. If it was an attempt to warn you, it worked. You're already plenty familiar with his strength, and you'd rather not end up in a chokehold again. He huffs at you— no, it's more of an exasperated sigh, like it's permission to go into the kitchen.

You timidly nod to him in acknowledgement. It's clear to you that he doesn't like you or hold interest in you besides the fact that you're in his owner's house. You shuffle over to the stove, clutching your plate. There's some meat in one pan and some stir fried mushrooms in another as well a small pot of rice being kept warm. Before you can even touch the ladle, a secure grasp on your shoulder stops you. Instantly, you freeze, your tail sticking up and your ears pointed in alert. The hand you were initially using to try and grab the ladle slowly retracted to your side. Your eyes look and see Blade over your shoulder in your peripheral. When did he even get beside you? You didn't even hear him get up, not a single footstep reached your ears.

That same stoic gaze pins you to where you stand as you watch him grab the ladle off the counter. His other hand leaves your shoulder to reach for your plate and you don't hesitate to let it go once he grabs it. You nervously wait for his next move and you're gobsmacked when he begins fixing your plate for you. Maybe he felt obligated to? Less to be nice, but maybe just to fulfill his role as a servant— 'pet' in the home.

So you let him get your food, or more accurately, he simply doesn't let you get your own food. It'd almost feel like a nice gesture if it wasn't for that unnerving aura he carried. You both couldn't talk like your owners, but even for your own kind, he just seemed... off. You don't wanna know what's wrong with him. As long as he doesn't threaten your life again. Although his presence alone feels like one... You think the two of you might be able to coexist after all.

Blade takes his time fixing your plate while you awkwardly stand close to him as you haven't moved an inch since he approached. Bandaged hands meticulously place each serving of nourishment on your plate. You drool at the sight— of food. Soon he has your plate ready, handing it over to you, which your hands graciously take. Although a tad reluctant, you thank him with a warm smile with a slow blink. Despite how unreadable his expression was, you'd rather neutrality over hostility. Those eyes of his, they did seem more relaxed in a sense, perhaps it's your imagination or his cooking that clouds your mind.

Unbeknownst to you both, Kafka closely inspects your interaction. As if a plot was brewing in her mind, there's a strange twinkle in her eyes before she goes back to her book. "Would you like to eat in here [name]?"

The question catches you off guard. Do you? Meals alone in your room weren't terrible, but you wouldn't mind eating at the counter. At least you interpreted that's what Kafka wanted. You took yourself and your plate to the waterfall counter. You pause, pondering where to sit out of the four five chairs. Blade's food is still unfinished, not even half the plate was gone yet. How was he not done? Then again, perhaps he was taking his time, savoring his own food, unlike you who practically inhaled your first helping.

Blade had his plate at the far left chair, you set your plate in the middle seat. You'd have gone to the complete opposite end on the right, but there was an urge not to. A part of you— felt bad at the initial thought. He soon returns to his own seat and resumes eating, you soon follow, digging into your own food. There's an odd but serene ambience that fills the space between you both along with the light clinking of silverware and soft sounds of chewing.

After a couple of minutes, the sound of a book shutting catches both Blade's and your own attention. In a synchronized motion, you turn your heads to see her walk up to you both. She pats Blade head, it's almost comical how his big and intimidating self just— accepts it. Kafka is his owner, but seeing him be pet like the normal cat that he is begins to stir something in you. An urge to touch him too. Kafka's hand then transfers to your head, the sensation of tender scratches makes you purr just a bit. Now it's just the two of you.

In the corner of your eye, you peak at Blade. He's eating, not even half as bothered as you. In fact, when he notices you're not eating, he stops to stare at you. His eyes are narrowed at you, it can only be described as a questioning look. Considering you had come out of your room for more food, he has every right to look at you the way he is. It's as if he's questioning you.

Your ears flatten as your tail anxiously wafts behind you. His gaze pricks at you, always feeling like a confrontation. Your spoon scoops up to rice and tender meat before hauling it into your mouth. Slowly you begin to chew, and thankfully he backs off, steering his attention back to his own plate.

The two of you eat together, the atmosphere is surprisingly cordial enough as you stay nestled in your seat. Progressively, your scoops get faster, urging yourself to finish your meal soon in order to escape back to your room.

The food on your plate swiftly vanishes, but you don't have the will to lick it clean once more. Your stomach is now more than satisfied. With your dirty plate in hand, you slip out of your seat silently, red eyes only lingering on you for a split second. You carefully set your plate and utensils down in the sink, as if the slightest clink of dishes would aggravate Blade. You noted there were some dishes already cleaned off, drying in a dish rack. Kafka's most likely. Does he wait for her to finish eating before he even plates his food?

You couldn't imagine waiting for Silver Wolf to finish eating before you even started eating. Sometimes she'd let her food get cold, claiming she needed to finish something in a game for just a minute.

You huff at the amusing thought before slinking off back down the hall, leaving Blade in the kitchen to finish his meal, alone. Well, you weren't gonna sit and watch him eat.

Five minutes goes by while you're in your room, and you begin to get a little parched. Water, you need some now, so you leave your room once more. This time less skittish, maybe even an ounce of confidence was bestowed upon you.

So you quietly track back to the kitchen, you don't see Blade at his seat eating anymore so you turn to check the sink. You feel the fur on your back stand on end as your eyes catch sight of Blade— his tongue was flattened against your plate, licking the residue you had left. Something hot and lecherous shoots into your loins as your legs freeze in place, your tail squishing as your legs flicker.

Your breath only gets thicker when his eyes land on you, and without breaking from your gaze for a second, he continues. And he doesn't cease until it looks completely clean. Then he turns away as if nothing happened, placing your plate in the sink before the sound of water running reaches your ears. Finally a shaky, deep exhale slips out of you before you turn back to go to your room, with your throat still dry and your lips moist.

Midnight again, and you're wide awake, mind aflutter with that scene repeating in your head, and the way Blade's tongue moved, oh if only... You stare wide eyed at the ceiling. Sleep far from reaching you. Then a knock drags you from your thoughts. You nearly fall from your bed as you get up, fumbling to get to the door. The heavy pants already lure your ears through the door, and that fragrance— you're certain it's him.

Once you let the door open by a sliver, Blade wastes no time pushing it open. He swiftly lunges at you, only pinning you down against the floor— for now. His scent binds your mind as yours does his, perhaps clouding both your judgement as his breath tickles the skin on your face, his claws desperate as they tear the fabric of your shirt, you hope Kafka doesn't get upset with you for it.

That hardly grabs your focus for a second before a mewl is drawn from you with a harsh bite into your shoulder, and a hand that slides down your stomach, nails inches away from the hem of your pants.

A/n: if I beat that pussy up is you gon tell on me~♪ "ALL THAT FOR NO DICK?" yeah😔

#blade honkai star rail #blade honkai #blade hsr #blade x reader #yingxing

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ozzgin · 1 year ago

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Yandere! Gamer Boyfriend Scenarios

A collection of parodies to satisfy everyone’s desire for a happy ending. Warning: crackhead humor.

Content: gender neutral reader, yandere behavior, brief NSFW, time machine to Wattpad glory days

[First story] [More parodies original works]

Case 1: Third contender

Very few people know about your stepmother. You’d kept it a secret, even from the tentacle monster, who was understandably confused about your boyfriend’s nervousness upon hearing your idea of a family visit.

“Try not to kill each other, please.” You say with pleading eyes.

“I’m more worried about you, (Y/N). Will you be alright?”

You swallow dryly. The evil hag had summoned you earlier this week, and you dare not oppose her. A tear threatens to form in the corner of your eye, so you turn around with a dismissive wave. You’ll be fine.

“I see you already have a suitcase”, the older woman remarks, puffing on her cigarette. “Good. You’ll be leaving today.”

“What? I just got home!” You argue in confusion.

“This isn’t your home anymore. Times are difficult, you see. We’re low on funds.” She ponders her words, then continues. “We’ve sold you to a famous K-pop idol group.”

You can only gawk in shock. Almost simultaneously, you feel a tap on your shoulder and hesitantly look back.

“You must be (Y/N)! Wow, you’re even cuter in person. Those photos I received of you barely do you justice.”

A tall, handsome man with a beaming smile stands behind you. He flashes you a little heart gesture with his index and thumb, and winks.

Is this the power of idol charisma? You can feel the faintest tug at your heart, deep red blush heating up your cheeks.

“I couldn’t possibly…I’m already in a…in a relationship!”

“You’ll be much happier with me. I can offer you the world.”

What a ridiculous situation. You stumble on your words, partly afraid, partly curious about the potential life of luxury as the beloved partner of a famous idol. Can’t be that bad, you tell yourself. You shake your head aggressively. No! You have two people (well, one monster) waiting for you at home. You need to get out of here, but how?

Just as you evaluate escape routes, the door bursts open and you gasp at the sight: your gamer boyfriend, followed by the tentacled creature.

“How did you bypass my security?!” The idol shouts in disbelief. “I have the best engineers in the world working for me!”

The gamer boyfriend smirks defiantly.

“Heh. Wasn’t too hard to hack into your systems, all I needed was my PS5 controller. As for the physical obstacles…” he says, turning to the ancient beast. “You might want to call a cleaning crew for what’s left of your guards.”

You run towards them, and the young man gently guides you behind him.

“Since when do you two get along?” You ask with the sarcasm of a witty Marvel character.

“Let’s just say we figured out a common goal.”

The goal of keeping other people away from you. Any kind of pride he or the monster might've held has been swiftly discarded for this greater purpose. After all, two heads are better than one. Or whatever encephalic organ the creature possesses.

The cherry blossoms sway in the wind, scattering the frail petals across the riverbank.

"It's too much!" you whine, your hot lips brushing against the overgrown grass of the hill, privacy filled to the brim with appendages. "W-what if someone passes by?"

You can't even tilt your head back to look at your aggressors; the weight of the attempted kidnapping was too great for the pair to bear, and thus they were overwhelmed by the urge to reclaim you on the spot. Right there, in the fields, on the way back home.

"I couldn't...care less about that, (Y/N)", the gamer boyfriend manages to blurt out between exhausted, husky growls. His knuckles white from gripping imaginary sheets.

“You belong to us.”

(No slick folds were harmed in the process)

Case 2: Picture frame

The screech slowly dissipates, and the room is quiet again.

Finally. The gamer boyfriend gazes at his masterpiece, a satisfied smile on his face. Now that he's gotten rid of his rival, he can have you all for himself.

“I hope you enjoy the flatness. I didn’t.”

The fight might've lasted longer, had the beast not committed the ultimately fatal mistake of underestimating him. It realized much too late it wasn't dealing with the same human who disappeared months ago. That one was weak and easy to remove.

"Please, what are you-...What are you doing with my body?"

"Relax. I'm just...borrowing it. Permanently, maybe."

Oh, how long he waited for that moment, that instant in which he was guaranteed freedom from the 2D realm. How delicious it was to snatch the escape from the boyfriend who worked so hard for it. All those hours spent romancing the characters, repeating the same dialogue lines again, and again, until the love meter blinked in achievement. And then he stole it, just like that, with a snap of the fingers.

Two things immediately struck him once he made his way out:

First, the third dimension. He'd never experienced such depth before, and all the angles and perspectives sickened him terribly. He spent days bedridden and nauseous. Equally baffling was the fact that conversations were always spontaneous, random, one-of-a-kind and without any subtitles or dialogue box. He tried in vain to reset his response to you, or to replay something you told him. Thankfully, his secret was of such absurdity, that you couldn’t even begin to imagine its possibility. You took his suspicious gaffes with an amused chuckle, calling him a silly goose.

Second, you. He had no idea who you were, but upon laying his eyes on you, a wave of warmth and affection flooded his innards. Were you someone important for the boyfriend? Either way, whatever leftover feeling was left inside the vessel swiftly turned into obsession. You took such great care of him. Guided him through this new world with unconditional kindness. Whatever the boyfriend was to you before, he deserved it more. He was certain of it.

Only one obstacle stood in his way, and he just took care of it.

The entry door unlocks, and you walk in, unsure.

“It’s been days. It always lived here, why would it vanish now?” you sob, shaken by the sudden disappearance of the ancient creature.

“Oh, Darling. Come here”, the gamer boyfriend coos sweetly. “You have me now, don’t you? Am I not enough for you?”

“Of course you are, it’s just…”

You stop in your tracks.

“When did you get this?”

“Today. Do you like it?”

“It’s…nice.”

You stare at the new picture hung in the living room. The ornate frame contours what seems to be an oil painting of a sea monster, tentacles preying out of the water.

It almost looks like it wants to crawl out of the canvas.

“Maybe it just got tired of you.” The boyfriend whistles, approaching you. “But I’ll tell you a secret. I’ll never, ever abandon you.”

“I know, (B/N).” you throw yourself into your boyfriend’s arms.

“Who? Ah, right.”

Case 3: Hidden Ending

You sniff and wipe your tears again, filling your satchel with bread. At the very least, it’s good bread. You made the sourdough starter yourself, in the kitchen you renovated with your own hands.

Not anymore.

You button up your patchy peasant robe, glancing back at the couple one final time. Your gamer boyfriend…well, ex-boyfriend, is following your movement with melancholic eyes. The tentacle creature is holding him affectionately, its tendrils of darkness wrapped around his small shoulders. The same appendages that lewdly traced your body.

You have been cucked.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I…We never meant to hurt you. It’s just…we love each other.” He sheepishly lifts his hand, revealing a ring glowing with ancient, cursed energy of cosmic, long-forgotten springs. “We’re thinking of a tropical honeymoon.”

Your underbaked cinnamon orbs glisten with fresh tears, as thin streams caress your cheeks. No matter. You’ll find a new apartment. You’ll start again. You finish tying the bread satchel around the stick, and throw it over your shoulder.

“I wish you happiness”, you sigh, exiting the house.

#yandere #yandere gamer boyfriend #gamer boyfriend versus tentacle monster #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere meme #yandere parody #yandere imagines #yandere concept

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frenchkisstheabyss · 1 year ago

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♥︎ The Way I Am ♥︎

♥︎ Pairing ♥︎ fiance!seonghwa x gn!makeup artist!reader

♥︎ Genre ♥︎ fluff/angst

♥︎ Summary ♥︎ Your fiance's been successfully keeping his love of makeup hidden from you. That is until you come home early from a trip and find him using your things. Your reaction is (of course ♥︎) the exact opposite of what he feared.

♥︎ Word Count ♥︎ 1.6kish

♥︎ Warnings ♥︎ Hwa does express his worries about being vulnerable with his identity so if that's sensitive to you that's super important to note. Other than that, nothing. Just fluff and reassurance ♥︎

♥︎ A/N ♥︎ I hope that if you're reading this and you feel nervous about expressing your gender identity out of fear that people won't accept you, you know that you're totally worthy of love and acceptance no matter what. Love you ♥︎

"'Cause I love you more than I could ever promise and you take me the way I am" - Ingrid Michaelson (The Way I Am)

Seonghwa hopes that you don’t notice. A few drops of foundation here. A swipe or two of eyeliner there. Maybe some lipstick or blush if he’s feeling adventurous. He wishes he had the courage to ask you to do this for him. You’re the most talented makeup artist he’s ever met. Watching you work is like art. How wonderful it’d be to bare the most vulnerable part of himself to you. To be your lover and your canvas. But every time he tries to open up the fear creeps in and the words won’t come out.

So this is the way it is—the way it’ll always have to be. Your wedding’s less than a month away and the thought that he might lose you makes his soul ache. He can’t risk losing you. He won’t risk losing you.

Tonight he’s raided your makeup supplies for everything necessary to create the soft, romantic look of his dreams. With the warm air of a summer night blowing through the bedroom window and Spotify’s best Taylor Swift mix blasting in his over-ear headphones, the vibe couldn't be more perfect.

He’s been like this for at least an hour, seated at your vanity trying to get his foundation to match. You have every shade imaginable but none are what he wants. And mixing them? Well—

“Fuck” Seonghwa huffs, staring at his reflection, frustration and two pale layers of foundation painted all over his face. He scans the meticulously organized desk for the makeup wipes and gets to work cleaning it off. It takes everything in him not to throw something but he manages to suppress his violent urges long enough to pick up a brush again.

Thank god he has all night to do this. You won’t be home from your trip until tomorrow afternoon. By then he’ll have put everything back in its place and you’ll never know a thing. At least that’s the way things were meant to go but the unexpected glimmer of your reflection lingering by the bedroom door destroys that in an instant.

You thought it’d be sweet to surprise Seonghwa by coming home early. The event you were hired for had been canceled and you always missed each other so much. You figured it only made sense to come back home. You even stopped at his favorite takeout spot on the way from the airport to pick up dinner.

No one’s ever come close to treating you with as much love and care as Seonghwa has. Everything he does makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Just glancing down at the sparkly ring on your finger is enough to make your face light up. Any chance you have to make him feel the same way isn’t one you’re willing to pass up.

But, for the first time since you met, his face doesn’t light up at the sight of you. It darkens as if the world has ended and you can’t help but feel like you’re the one who ended it.

“Hwa—” you sigh softly, approaching the vanity where he sits nearly catatonic. Tears collect in the corner of his deep brown eyes, his fingers beginning to shake around the makeup brush. “It’s okay” you promise, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. Seonghwa pulls away from you, tearing the headphones off of his head. His dark hair hangs in his face giving him a safe place to hide from the disappointment he knows is waiting for him if he dares meet your gaze.

Only there isn’t any...

This isn’t what you expected to come home to but it’s far from a surprise for you. One of the things you always loved about Seonghwa was how comfortable he seemed to be in his own skin. While other guys saw every little thing as a threat to their masculinity, he treated femininity as something beautiful. You can’t even count the amount of times you’ve wanted to do his makeup. Those eyes. Those lips. That killer bone structure. He’s perfect for that kind of thing. You wish now more than ever that you’d said something.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t—I’m just—I’m so sorry” he mumbles, choking back tears. You outstretch your arms to wrap him in a hug but he slips away again, rushing to the closet to grab his gym bag. “Hwa, what are you doing? Can you stop for a second? Please?” you beg, following him around the room as he blindly tosses things into the bag.

You’ve never felt more invisible. Your words fall on deaf ears and each time you reach out to touch him he recoils. Seonghwa grabs his phone from the dresser, snatching free of the grip you have on the sleeve of his shirt. This is his worst nightmare. In the blink of an eye he lost everything, he’s convinced of that. He doesn’t know what to say or what to do. All he can think to do is run.

“You can’t do this!” you shout, trailing him down the hallway, “You have to talk to me!”

Seonghwa breathes in, beyond pissed off at the few tears that manage to escape. “I have to leave. I have to—to protect you.”

Hearing the pain in his voice, you nearly trip on your luggage to throw yourself in front of the door. “Is it to protect me? Or to protect yourself?”

That stops him in his tracks, his foot already halfway into a pair of sneakers. Who’s he running away for really? It’s a question that only makes the pounding in his head worse. He knows that you love him. You tell him every morning, even when you’re apart, how special he is to you. You’re begging him to stay but he can’t. He can’t. Why can’t he?

“Move please” he asks, his hand tight around the doorknob.

You fold your arms across your chest, back pressed to the door, “No.”

“Move…please” his voice is deeper this time, the request sounding more like a demand.

Slipping your hands beneath the curtain of jade hair, you rest them on cheeks that burn hot enough to heat your palms. Your fingers are stained with tears and what makeup remains on his cheeks. “I love you so much” you whisper, refusing to let him get away this time, “I need you to look at me.”

You hold your breath in the silence that follows, exhaling only when his mascara smeared eyes meet yours. “I. Love. You. So. Much” you say but slower this time, putting emphasis on every word. Your heart breaks for him, for how terrified you can tell he’s been of this happening.

You raise one of your hands to show him the makeup covering it. “I don’t care about this, Hwa. I care about you.” The faint smile on your face speaks of comfort, a truly safe place for him to be if he wants it. His hand falls away from the doorknob as he lets the gym bag hit the floor with a thud.

“I would’ve told you before but I…” he pauses to summon the courage to go on, “I was afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore.” You let out a sigh of relief at the sensation of his arms easing around your waist. He holds you so tightly that you’d swear you were the one trying to run away.

“Oh, my love. I wish you could meet yourself so you’d know how amazing you are” you sniffle, only now noticing the trickling of your own tears. “I want to be with you—all of you—whatever that looks like.”

Seonghwa uses his hands to wipe away your tears, leaving them tinted in the light makeup you threw on before your flight. “And see, we’re twins now” you giggle, desperate to lighten the mood. Seonghwa stares at you longingly, the light gradually reigniting behind his eyes. “I love you too” he smiles, his lips brushing yours, “So much.”

He kisses you in the most innocent way and it’s like your first kiss all over again. Packed with nerves and excitement that melt away the longer you linger here. It’ll take some time to fade—the fear of being vulnerable—but it will fade and you’ll be there for it all.

“Will you help me fix it?” he asks, nervously fidgeting with the waist of your paints, “You don’t have to but I have a picture on my phone and—” You cover his mouth with your hand before he can say anything more, “Of course I’ll help you. Shower first though?” Seonghwa suddenly becomes hyper aware of the slight mess on his hands—in his hair—on both of your clothes. “I’d really like that.”

Kissing him on the forehead, you push his hair back to get a good look at him, “We’re doing dreamy summer vibes? Something soft?”

“How’d you know that?”

“I don’t know” you shrug, “Maybe I’m just that good. You were also going super hard on the Taylor Swift so I kinda assumed. Just blasting. I didn’t know it was that real for you.”

“Shut up” he laughs, squeezing you so tight you can’t breathe.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry!” you giggle, trying to get away. But he won’t let you. Instead he lays his head on your shoulder, willing to tolerate being a total mess for a bit longer if it means holding you. The way that things have been...it doesn’t have to be like that now.

And it never will be again.

#ateez x reader #ateez x gn reader #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x gn reader #ateez fluff #seonghwa fluff #ateez angst #seonghwa angst

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violentdeliiights · 6 days ago

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to have and to hold [2] - creature of habit

[series masterlist]

butcher!simon riley x f!reader 1.6k

18+ mdni

cw: brief mention of cannibalism, gory imagery, mention of animal death/flesh/organs typical stalker butcher vibes, stalking/stalker mentality delusion etc, perv simon, brief mentions of war, ptsd, injury, military bullshit, mentions of divorce, price is a bad husband, johnny is a weird flirty objectifying perv, tf141 are NOT good people, overall graphic imagery, mention of domestic violence (not simon), mentions of murder, mentions of kidnapping

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♫ - songs for this chapter: enter sandman - metallica & where’s your head at - basement jaxx

Simon doesn’t see the harm.

He’s seen his fair share of what the world has to offer. How greed can corrupt even the most pious of men. How hunger can gnaw at a person’s psyche until they snap. A ticking sound you can only just hear, drives you to the brink of madness. He’s seen soldiers trapped in warzones eat their comrades when rations run out. Watched women become toys trapped in labyrinths for men twice their age. He knows how the world is to pretty young things like you. Pretty, soft, naive lambs get eaten whole. Chewed up and spit out. Ligaments torn apart. Tendons ripped from muscle, flesh sliding clean off the bone.

So, no, he doesn’t see the harm in checking on you every now and then.

It starts innocently enough.

Just checking in. Doesn’t want to scare you off, gentle thing that you are.

Doesn’t think you’d take too kindly to his great hulking mass standing over the road from the library, opposite that window you seem to love sitting in. You know, the one with the most comfortable seat that kind of squeaks as you settle in.

Maybe wandering past your flat on his nightly walk after work. Finds his joints lock up if he doesn’t stretch them properly. So what if his route just happens to meander past your building? Just wants to make sure you’re managing. Can’t have anything happening to you now can we, birdie?

It starts innocently enough but Simon will be the first to admit that it doesn’t continue innocently.

It doesn’t take long for him to find himself immersed in you. He knows you like the back of his hand- you’re his. Of course he does.

He knows that on a Monday, you sit and plan your week, and on Sundays you take what he’s heard you call an ‘everything shower’. He knows that some nights you look in your empty fridge and decide to have sleep for dinner (he’s not mad, just disappointed). He knows your favourite cafes and the way you sometimes limit yourself from going one week so it tastes better the next time you go. He knows what the toys in your bedside table look like. Knows how you throw your underwear in a drawer rather than fold it- makes his job easier, he’s sure you won’t notice if a couple pairs go missing. Knows that the bedroom has to be freezing for you to sleep. You keep the window on the latch every night. Ever so considerate, his tender lamb.

It takes a whole seven months for your paths to cross again.

Simon and the lads had gone out for a pint, one of the rare times they were all home at the same time. His palms itch with every second he’s not watching you.

It had become somewhat of a routine; he wakes up, opens up shop, takes his lunch hour where he strolls himself past the cafe you’re sitting in or past the library window you’re holed up in, goes back to finish his shift and shut up shop, ambles across town towards your flat, comes home to sleep and do the same thing the next day. Creature of habit. Creature.

Soothes his flaming palms with the cooled pint in front of him. Condensation collects in his palm’s heart line. Beads roll down the glass to collect in a ring on the table where he doesn’t bother to use a beer mat. Becomes sticky and sickly until he swipes at the puddle absentmindedly as Johnny talks his ear off. Something about the rugby maybe. Maybe a bird he’d shagged while on leave. Is it considered leave if there’s no plan to go back, he wonders. Supposes getting shot in the head is as good an excuse as any.

Price sat opposite him playing with the thick gold band on his ring finger. Simon recalls how messy that last divorce (Price’s fifth he thinks…maybe his sixth?) had been and deems that Price doesn’t like being married, he just likes having a wife. Likes a ring sitting heavy like a shackle, a weight that reminds John daily of his fuck ups but that he is also more than capable of acquiring another wife by the end of the year. Simon knows you’d never think of leaving him like that. He’d never give you a reason to.

Gaz is unusually quiet, sat looking almost through Johnny with glazed over eyes as he swishes the dregs of a pint around in his glass. Simon doesn’t miss those days. Returning from missions so harrowing you can’t even begin to describe what you’ve seen. It only makes sense that Simon became a butcher after he left the forces. Butcher of men returns from classified locations to mutilate and deliver animal flesh. Ice boxes filled with hearts and eyes and organs and his stomach stays completely settled the entire time.

“Phwaw, she’s a feckin’ sorry sight isn’t she? What’s a bonnie lass like her doing here?” Johnny’s voice cuts through Simon’s brain fog like a machete, slicing through the thick invasive weeds overtaking his mind.

His head snaps up like a soldier to attention. The pint glass in his clutch nearly shatters as his fingers tighten around it instinctively. It’s you. His lamb. Here.

You’re standing there in a tiny little vest, your tits near enough spilling from the top. It hugs your stomach and slope of your back perfectly, the jeans on your bottom half all but clinging to your arse. He remembers seeing the scuffed trainers on your feet scattered about your bedroom as you rushed to leave for uni that morning.

You’re standing there looking like the tenderest cut of meat he’s ever seen. And from a quick scan of the pub, every other dirty pervert in here is thinking the same thing.

Difference is, Simon is the only dirty pervert allowed to look at you like that.

The girl next to you is chatting your ear off as you stand awkwardly playing with your necklace. She’s pretty, sure, but Simon hasn’t so much as thought about another woman since he met you. You’re the one.

“Eyes. Off.” His teeth separate just enough to force the order out without tearing his eyes off of you.

A snort from Johnny has him reluctantly swinging his head to look at the younger man, “Ye already called dibs, Ghostie? Tha’s nae fair. A’ saw her first.”

“She’s mine, MacTavish. Don’t fuckin’ try it.”

“Jaysus, calm your heid. Wasnae gonna dae any’ing. She the lassie you’ve been creepin’ on? Boy did good, she’s mighty braw.” Johnny’s eyebrows raise nearly to his hairline as he commends his old Lieutenant, looking around the table at the other men still gazing at where you stand ordering at the bar.

Your friend has disappeared by now, gone to the toilet or outside for a ciggy and unknowingly leaving you to fend for yourself amongst a pack of hungry wolves.

“You ever gonna speak to her, son?” Price’s gruff voice is a welcome reprieve from the slightly slurred rambles of the drunk Scotsman.

“Mmm, gonna wait ‘til she’s ready first. Don’t need her runnin’ off on me.” Simon’s eyes are still locked on you. A sniper with his target set. A hunter counting down his breaths whilst his finger rests on the trigger.

“You? Waiting? Pfft, yeah okay.” It’s the first time Kyle’s properly opened his mouth all night except to half-heartedly agree to Johnny’s drunken word babble.

Simon’s eyebrow raises behind his mask, “s’That supposed ta mean, Garrick?”

“It means, when have you ever, in your bastard life, waited for anything? I’ve watched you tell terrorists to fuck off whilst they’ve held guns to your forehead. Watched you run into active war zones with your chest pumped so full of lead you’d set off a metal detector,” Gaz’s eyebrows are so furrowed in frustrated confusion that it looks painful, “And you’re telling me you’re just gonna wait around and see if this girl wants you? Sure, okay.”

The more Kyle talks, the more Simon realises he’s right. He’s fucking right.

For the last seven months, Simon’s been following you around desperate for the day you turn around and admit what he already knows. That you crave him like he craves you. That you want to crawl into his chest cavity and take your rest. That you need to bury yourself under his skin until you can’t tell where you end and he begins.

For the last seven months, you could’ve been his. What the fuck was he doing?

The only good thing his bastard father ever told Simon was that if you want something, you take it. Spewed it through clenched teeth when Simon and Tommy would come home to him stood towering over their mother. Would bark it between coughing his tar-filled lungs up as he would drag another pretty bird into the back garden shed.

Only, Simon remembers the white hot fear in the girls’ faces. Sweat dripping from their forehead into terror crazed eyes, sobbing and writhing, kicking and grunting behind layers of duct tape wrapped around their heads. He remembers the smell of blood and whiskey that always seemed to linger around his father. Remembers how the only ‘gift’ his father ever gave him was on his 15th birthday, when he was allowed to enter that shed. His father died the following month. Simon left for the military a year later. He never celebrated his birthday again.

Simon remembers the fear in the girls’ faces. He doesn’t want that for his lamb.

But if that’s what it takes.

#simon ghost riley #fanfiction #cod fanfic #simon riley #simon riley x reader #call of duty #dark romance #butcher simon #to have and to hold

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ririblogsss · 1 year ago

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Ok so I've read that OCD, can be a by product of trauma.

So what if Danny doesn't relize he is deeply traumatized by the events that happened in his early childhood. By that I mean with all the weapons and chemicals spills around his house and of course his untimely death.

He noticed that his home has no order whatsoever and that's what made it dangerous to live in. He only found comfort in his own room because it was the only space the could truly control, and make sure it was safe.

He started associating organization and cleanliness with safety and security. He has underling fear of coming into contact with contaminants, and that it will bring his whole world to collapse if he does indeed come into contact with one.

So lets say that a revel gone wrong, and Dannys put into foster care and then handed into the Wayne family.

At this point the Bats know that Danny used to be phantom, because lets be real they would immediately figure it out. Yet Danny has no clue they are the bats. He just believes they are a really big family with too much money to know what to do with it.

So Danny someone who has no clue he has OCD but presents most if not all the characteristics.

For instance:

Danny subbing the same spot on the rug for hours trying to get rid of it. Because in his mind if that spot stays bad things will happen.

On another instance he is seen organizing and reorganizing his shelf on a very specified order and continuously going back until he is satisfied.

When he goes to eat he always asks if the food was washed and cleaned properly multiple times.

He always counts if all his cleaning supplies he keeps are there in the morning.

He has a very strict schedule in which he doesn't break and refuses to break, especially his cleaning schedule.

Now the Bats are completely aware of this, and instead of making feel bad about it they help him and reassure him every time.

Examples:

Danny found that in the living room the rug was too dirty, because of the constant influx of people bringing in dirt with them. Of course Alfred always cleans it, but Danny needs to make sure himself. So one of the siblings would help him clean the rug his way, as Danny does it in a very specific way.

Another example is when Danny started cleaning during a movie night because of all the popcorn that was dropped on the floor. The rest just stopped the movie and helped him clean the area, and then resumed the movie careful not to spill more popcorn.

At one point the family was concerned because Danny was moving into a more dangerous zone of the compulsions, such as scrubbing his hands raw because he accidentally touch something 'dirty' without his special gloves.

So they made Bruce ask him if he wanted to go to a therapist and possibly a psychiatrist for his OCD. And Danny just said he didn't have OCD he just wanted things to be clean and organized like everyone else.

in the end he was convinced to go to a therapist so he could learn to manage living with OCD, but he was endlessly happy that he had people to fall back to that didn't judge him, and instead helped him out.

note:

(I just want to say that I don't have OCD myself but a lot of my family members do have it, and ive seen how it affects their daily lives. And I wanted to bring to light that people can't control their obsessions/compulsions but they can learn to manage it so they can live calmer with less anxiety. So I hope I made it as realistic as possible and didn't sound stereotypical or offensive)

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover

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a-d-nox · 1 year ago

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web of wyrd: goals you should set to become your best self

this is just a theory of mine because these bubbles of the matrix should represent your higher self. i feel like it could work for the outside numbers too that changes yearly... anywho - this is not to say that you can't accomplish goals/resolution not listed in your category / under your energetic number nor that your efforts not listed in your selection don't make you a better person. this is simply what i believe people with these numbers would benefit from doing and how they can gain new found confidence in themselves.

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1 - the magician

start a garden, work on passion project(s), read or write a business/self-help books, get a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, study more tarot/astrology/mediumship, complete an art project, make your own soap or candles, start taking vitamins daily, declutter, learn to cook, learn to code, get car detailed, start journaling, do a paid class or certification course, start learning a new language, learn more about heritage, learn how to do nails at home, start a side hustle, learn to knit or crochet, learn how to manage a bonsai, or go to a concert

2 - the high priestess

delve deeper into spiritual practices, eat to support hormones, learn to bake, take a mixology course or find your signature drink (if you are of age), start or restructure a self-care routine, take a beach/cruise vacation, play brain games, learn to makes candles, go to a fondue experience, reset closet or revamp style, try a juice cleanse, take a cooking class, get a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, practice tarot/astrology/mediumship abilities, or take self-defense class

3 - the empress

build up your crystal collection, reset closet or revamp style, go to an art museum, see a ballet or take a ballet class, sketch daily, practice makeup looks, keep a flower garden, get jewelry cleaned or revamp jewelry collection, save for real pearl/diamond/stone jewelry, learn to make your own candy/sweets, start a budget or emergency fund, reset closet or revamp style, save for a designer piece/accessory, start a new beauty/skincare routine, take a trip to a fancy restaurant, learn how to dried your own fruits, start a garden or try to grow something new in your garden, go to a concert/orchestra, read or write a poetry book, go to a play, start wearing lingerie (sometimes it's a pick me up to know you look good for yourself), get a boudoir photoshoot done, go to a vineyard or wine tasting (for those of drinking age), or take a dance class

4 - the emperor

start a new skincare routine, go on a rock climbing retreat, start going to the gym or become a personal trainer, try an adrenaline rush activity (skydiving, bungee jumping, etc), take a wood shop class, get more into your coffee - learn about sourcing/grinding beans, start taking better care of your eyes, start a hair care routine, start an oral health routine, start meditating, or start using time blocking or following a planner

5 - the hierophant

sketch daily, go on an architectural tour, start a beauty routine, go to a history museum, learn how to make pastries/sweets/candies, get your earrings cleaned professionally or save for a quality set, learn how to make sour dough, save for real pearl/diamond/stone jewelry, take piano/organ lessons or give them, take or give singing lessons, or take a class

6 - the lovers

get car detailed, get car license, do a bicycle marathon or learn how to rider a bike, read a set number of books, buy a quality briefcase / work tote, go on a day trip, start a gym membership or soulcycle classes, build up you crystal collection and learn how to use them, upgrade your desk set up, go for hand & foot message, learn how to do nails at home, start reading the newspaper (i recommend the new yorker), take a language classes, learn a new language, take a train trip, learn how to better your communication with others, or start talk therapy

7 - the chariot

start a garden or try to grow something new in your garden, learn how to bake or learn how to bake something new, start a new beauty routine, go on a boat trip / cruise, get car detailed, try a juice cleanse, upgrade glassware, declutter, invest in home, stay at a hotel or bed & breakfast, upgrade kitchenware, go on a lake trip, go tubing, invest in pearls, invest in real estate / land, try a new restaurant, get silver jewelry cleaned professionally, shop your pantry, go on a trip, or start journaling your intentions / bullet journaling

8 - strength

go to an amusement park, work on or finish a passion project, take ballroom dancing classes, learn about tea and tea leaves, learn to read tea leaves, start playing a new game or design a new game, practice vulnerability, go to the movie theater, start a flower garden, or get a pet

9 - the hermit

get a pet, organize bookshelves, try a juice cleanse, upgrade clothing or declutter closet, start an oral health routine, start journaling more consistently, learn more about emergency preparedness, invest in emergency preparedness, learn to cook something new, invest in new dining ware (new plates/bowls, cups / glassware, silverware, etc), try a food subscriptions (home chef, hello fresh, pickle of the month club, bokksu japanese snack box, etc), take care of a bonsai, take supplements, learn to knit or crochet, start an herb garden, learn to dry your own herbs, take a one way trip to anywhere, or go on a hiking trip

10 - wheel of fortune

learn about different incenses/herbs, practice or take a class in archery, plant a tree, invest in land, learn how to dry berries, start a budget, learn how to budget, start going to a gym / exercising, expand religious/spiritual/philosophical knowledge, learn how to play a new card game, learn how to spin your own wool (then you can move to weaving, crocheting, and/or knitting), learn how to make your own clothing, buy a luxury coat, take a trip to a country or place you have never been, start an oral health routine, take an etiquette class, learn about the customs of other countries/cultures, eat more fruit, get a beehive / harvest your own honey, start taking royal jelly, take a horseback riding lesson, upgrade shoes / shoe collection, support spiritual practices / keep learning about what you believe in / trust, or start practicing a positive mindset

11 - justice

go to a ballet or an art gallery, start using or invest in an air purifier, learn how to take care of house plants, buy a house plant, take a spa day, go to a spa, reset your cosmetics (please clean your brushes and sponges), wearing lingerie (sometimes it's a pick me up to know you look good for yourself), get a boudoir photoshoot done, organize your closet, declutter your closet, start a capsule wardrobe, learn how to make pastries/sweets, invest in diamonds, propose to your lover, buy a dress that makes you feel good and take yourself on a date (fancy diner and a play/opera/ballet), go to a fashion show or exhibit, buy yourself flowers, start a flower garden, invest in a luxury chair (a chaise, reading chair, gaming card - whatever your thing is, justice person), declutter your jewelry, invest in luxury jewelry, get your jewelry professional cleaned, go to a concert, read or write a poetry, buy yourself chocolate dipped strawberries, get hair extensions (i know you want to lol), do logic puzzles, or go to an escape room

12 - the hanged man

take a mixology course or find your signature drink (if you are of age), learn how to better decode angel numbers, look into / practice natural medical remedies, take a ballet class, go to a ballet, revamp your self-care routine, go on a beach vacation, try a new tea or coffee, learn more about tea or coffee, practice photography or start a photography side hustle, take a dance class, read or write a smutty/romance/fantasy book, make a fairy garden, get a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, practice your tarot/astrology/mediumship abilities, start budgeting, try a new makeup look or practice your makeup skills, go to a concert, paint something, read or write a poetry book, take a swim class, make a poppet, or practice meditation

13 - death

start practicing or expanding homeopathic cures and remedies, learn more about meat sourcing, purchase/invest in half a cow or pig, learn how to cook and trim meats, try to be a vegetarian or a vegan for a month or longer, do a colon cleanse, read a philosophy of death book, expand your knowledge of magic, try a new period product, learn more about poisonous plants, make a frog pond, buy a scorpion/snake/snake, gift someone something unexpectedly, or declutter your space

14 - temperance

go on a hunting trip, take an archery class, read a book on religion or philosophy, start a devotional journal, read the book of your core religion or philosophy, purchase a book on dream meanings and keep a dream journal to reflect on your dreams, take a certification course or college class, take a horseback riding lesson, go on a horse drawn carriage ride, do logic puzzles, or learn how to better decode angel numbers

15 - the devil

invest in a fan or air conditioning unit, if you have the land for it - buy a cow/horse/goat, learn how to use kinetic tape, start dry brushing, invest in diamonds / diamond jewelry, propose to your significant other, invest in a luxury clock or watch, practice/learn better nail care, invest in room darkening curtains, invest in and use a happy lamp, start a lotion/cream skin routine, learn how to knit or crochet, invest in hair products (extensions, shampoo subscription, etc), start a hair routine, invest in leather fashion-ware, start a garden or try to successfully grow something new in your garden, invest in an ice maker or ice molds, or try a juice cleanse

16 - the tower

practice yoga, take an acrobatic/gymnastic class, learn about and practice homeopathic cures and remedies, take a first-aid course, learn how to bake, learn how to season and marinate your meats, get a bad haircut or shave your hair off, learn how to use a straight razor, learn knife skills, get a custom metal works done, take boxing lesson, go to a boxing match or monster truck duel, learn more about meat sourcing, purchase/invest in half a cow or pig, learn how to cook and trim meats, try to be a vegetarian or a vegan for a month or longer, take a wood shop class, start a cactus/succulent garden, buy a cactus or succulent, learn how to cook something from scratch (and be okay with failing at it multiple times), invest in pocket knife / knife set /leatherman / multitool and learn how to use it, invest in a tool kit, read or write a comic or graphic novel, take a mixology course or find your signature drink (if you are of age), listen to more rock music, invest in a vinyl, go to a rock concert, maintain a pepper plant, or build a lego kit

17 - the star

learn how to make friendship bracelets, invest in a fan or air conditioning unit, take a flight lesson, use compression stockings/socks, take an architectural tour, read or write an astrology reading, get car detailed, get a club memberships, invest in an electronic device brand, collect movies, watch a new movie, invest in a camera, film a short film or practice photography, start a photography side hustle, practice shadow work, get rid of unused subscriptions, take an acting class, read or write a book on health or mental health, or read or write a book on positivity

18 - the moon

make a piece of abstract art, take a mixology course or find your signature drink (if you are of age), pay a fish, visit an aquarium, go on a fishing trip (for the dads), watch a fishery documentary, read or write a book of conspiracy theories, learn how to read a crystal ball, buy a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, practice your tarot/astrology/mediumship abilities, invest a camera, practice photography or start a photography side hustle, read or write poetry book, attempt hydroponics, practice bluffing, take an acting class, invest in new shoes, start using a sleeping eye mask, invest in silk pillow cases, buy yourself new quality bed sheets, start using a bonnet, invest in a typewriter, practice shadow work, buy a puppy, or purchase a book on dream meanings and keep a dream journal to reflect on your dreams

19 - the sun

read an autobiographical books, take ballroom dancing lessons, start an oral health routine, try a new card game, make your own chocolates, take an artistic/creative class, get new jewelry or an engagement ring, buy yourself flowers, start a flow garden, start a herb garden, learn how to dry your own herbs, go to a race of some sort (cars, horse, etc), invest in sporting equipment, buy and maintain an ivy plant, take a pottery class, or work on your passion project / hobbies

20 - judgment

buy an ant farm, practice astral projection, learn more about emergency preparedness, invest in emergency preparedness, practice illusions and slight of hand, buy and learn about poisonous plants, read the divine comedy, do a puzzle, buy a bubby, or wearing lingerie (sometimes it's a pick me up to know you look good for yourself)

21 - the world

start a garden or try to grow something new, take or give a guitar lesson, invest in air conditioning or fan, take an architectural tour, make your own teddy bear (literally sow one), buy a pair of quality/luxury boots, keep a calendar or planner, practice sun protect / use sunblock products, convert to wooden kitchen supplies (cutting board, spoon, etc), buy a luxury carpet, make a clay house guardian, invest in a luxury clock or watch, use compression stockings/socks, collect coins, learn how to use kinetic tape, build up your crystal collection, start a budget tracker, start a lotion for dry skin routine, learn to knit/crochet, start a hair care routine, invest in an ice machine or ice making trays, learn to make ice cream, take a pottery class, invest in real estate or land, keep a zen sand garden, or invest in a sculpture

22 - the fool

take flight lessons, take a flight to anywhere, get car detailed, get an astrology reading, practice your astrology reading abilities, learn how to ride a bike or do a bike marathon, go to the movie theater, invest in a luxury clock or watch, start a club memberships, take a train ride, take motorcycle classes, do something impulsive, filming or recording something and upload it online, learn to cross stitch / knitting / crocheting, invest in a camera, practice photography, watch a new movie / tv show, invest in a new tv, or take a class

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amethystwrytes · 8 months ago

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Safe. (Part Five)

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Fem. Reader X Lee Minho

Summary: A broke ER Nurse offers up her services to a large crime organization in exchange for much higher pay and benefits that are unconventional, but lucrative. The life proves to be questionable at best, and downright isolating at worst which leaves her feeling unsure, unstable and dangerous.

Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit depictions of sex (some chapters will be more explicit than others sexually). Violence. Blood. Trauma injuries. (Organized) Crime. Emotional manipulation. Discussion of murder and physical assault. Medical inaccuracy galore. Smoking. Past addiction. 18+ Only MDNI.

Chapter WC: 5K

AN: (1) Two chapters in one week feels excessive - but it's finished, and it’s Minho's BIRTHDAY after all, and also I think I’d like to start posting on Fridays anyway. (2) I don’t want to talk about the unspeakably preposterous and unbelievable practicality/mechanics of one of these smut scenes. You will know it when you see it and you will shush. *Suspension of disbelief rabble rabble*. Thank you, that is all.

~ PART FIVE ~ [Series M. List Here]

You’re setting the table for supper when you hear the key to the front door twist in the lock. Your stomach hardens and you eye Christopher sitting in the living room. You wonder when someone will be able to open your front door without you thinking that they’re going to come barreling through to hurt you, but it’s only Minho.

“You can go,” Minho casually instructs Chris, who instantly stands and gives you a nod.

“Here,” you call Christopher over, and hand him a to-go box. You made way too much and even though you’re still sore at him for spilling your secrets, you want the man to eat. He takes it with a smile and a thank you, then heads out.

Minho waits for him to shut it completely before joining you in the kitchen.

“God that smells amazing, what did you make?” he wraps his hands around you from behind, his head dipping into the small of your neck and shoulder.

“Spicy chicken, fried rice, and a cucumber salad because I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of you eat a fucking vegetable,” you smile.

He chuckles, “You take such good care of us,” he smiles against your face before kissing your cheek.

You briefly eye the front door, “Where’s Hyunjin?”

Minhos cheerful expression fades for a split second, but he plucks a cucumber slice out of the bowl and corrects himself, “He went home to clean up a bit. He’s coming.”

“You didn’t clean up?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Love, I’ve been doing this a long time, trust me when I say I’m clean as a whistle,” he explains.

You shrug, “Okay, but it’s not polite to eat before everyone arrives, so put that salad in the refrigerator to keep it cool please,” you instruct as you slide the chicken and rice into the oven to keep warm.

Minho does as he’s told, surprisingly, then looks at you, “I’m sorry.”

Your brows furrow, “Sorry?”

He nods, “I’m sorry for what I said to you in your room that day, I’m sorry for threatening to frame you for selling drugs out of the house, I’m sorry for ever giving you a reason to think I would hurt you.”

You’d been thinking all afternoon of how you want to talk, of what you want to say to both of them this evening, but this you were not expecting.

You let out a steady breath and nod, “I guess what I wonder then, is why? Why would you say those things? If you truly never intended to hurt me, then why would you say such awful things?”

He presses his lips into a line and traces the streaks in the marble countertop.

“Well?” you urge.

“I’ve acted the way I’ve acted because I wanted you to hate me. You can’t lose people you love if you love no one and no one loves you. My feelings would be easier to resolve and manage if you hated me,” he smiles sadly, “but when you said you weren’t comfortable being seen with me, I realized having you hate me was exceptionally painful, so I did what I do when I get hurt or angry and acted like a fucking asshole. When you looked at me that day, scared and sad…I realized that I’d fucked up.”

“You are so…” you sigh, “Unstable. You know that, right?”

“Yes,” he chuckles, “I’m aware.”

You think of his wife and your heart aches for him again, “Were you ever going to tell me about her?” you wonder.

His eyes widen a bit, he doesn’t need any clarification to know who you’re asking about.

“Seola? I don’t know,” he answers honestly, “Probably…eventually. I don’t talk about her often, I don’t…I don’t like to. How did you find out about her?”

“Jisoo did my hair and makeup for the Casino night,” you tell him, you can’t quite measure if he’s upset about you knowing or not, and you don’t want to throw Christopher under the bus, despite his loose lips. Jisoo feels like a safer option.

He sighs, “Seola…I loved her with my whole heart. I told her early on that she should stay as far away from me as possible, but she wouldn’t,” he smiles. “When she was taken from me, I never thought I’d ever be able to have feelings for anyone else, I didn’t want to. Then you and I met, and at first I thought I could treat you like the other people I’ve slept with over the past few years, use you the way you were using me - for human contact, to feel good, but…” he trails off, unsure of how to explain it.

“...but it feels like more,” you finish for him.

“Yes,” he nods, stepping closer to you, taking your face gently between his hands, “it does.”

He leans down slowly, gently, and kisses your lips.

“Please don’t leave us,” he whispers, “don’t leave me.”

“Then don’t ever make me feel like I need to be afraid of you,” you whisper back.

“I won’t,” he answers.

“Don’t let them hurt me again,” you add.

“No one will ever lay a hand on you again baby, not as long as I’m breathing,” he promises.

You press your lips against his, pull his shirt with your fingertips, drawing him into you. His tongue traces the lines of your bottom lip and you greet it with your own. You melt as his hands roam your body, under your shirt to squeeze and caress the warm skin. You moan into his mouth and he pushes you against the countertops.

You feel him falter and he pulls away, the two of you staring at each other; you wondering why he stopped, and him looking hindered by something unseen.

“Do you have feelings for Hyunjin?” he asks. You were expecting this question from one or both of them at some point this evening, but it still hits you abrasively. You’re not willing to lie though. If you’re doing this, all of it, then there is no room for a growing pile of lies between you.

“Yes.”

“Do you have feelings for me?”

“Yes, I do,” you nod, lifting your fingers to his hair to play with the dark strands.

“That’s going to get extremely messy,” he warns.

“Then it will fit right in, because all of this is a mess,” you say, looking hard at the floor. He lifts your chin up so your gaze finds his.

“Is that really what you want? Both of us? I need to know.”

You think for a moment, think about how you should answer, think about what his response is going to be.

“I want you both.”

“Is it because I’m not enough? Or because he’s not enough?” he asks, and you hear the defense in his voice, the blow to his pride and it pains you.

You shake your head, lace your fingers with his, “It’s not that. Not at all. You are both more than enough. It’s because you both make me feel things that I crave, because you are two polar opposite men, who make me feel so strongly, and so good when I’m with you but in such very different ways, and maybe I’m just being selfish, I know I am actually, but I don’t want to give up the way I feel when I’m with either of you.”

Minho is about to respond when the knock on the door drags both your attentions away from the conversation.

“It’s me, Hyunjin,” a muffled voice calls out from behind the door.

You squeeze Minhos arm and he lays his hand over yours, giving you a halfhearted smile, but a smile, and that’s better than nothing.

You cross the space and open the front door to Hyunjins sweet smile, the top half of his jet black hair tied up into a wet bun, the scent of his shampoo still fragrant.

“Hi,” you smile.

“Hi beautiful.”

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Dinner starts out dreadfully silent. So silent in fact that you can barely touch your food. Minho and Hyunjin dig in though, stuffing chicken, rice and cucumbers in at an alarming pace that makes you smile. They’re used to silence, to awkwardness. They’ve learned to navigate it, thrive in it, and carry on regardless of the tension.

“Well, I’d ask you both how your day was but I suppose I know,” you finally attempt a joke, but it doesn’t come out like you intended it to and no one laughs, including you. You grab the cold beer you served with the chicken and take a very long swig.

Minho wipes his mouth with a napkin and gives you a soft, understanding look, “You wanted us here Love, it’s your meeting so to speak,” he says.

Hyunjin looks between the two of you as he chews his food, he seems to understand he’s missed part of the conversation, the conversation you started with Minho but this is all ass backwards and not how you wanted to start your ‘meeting.’

“Alright, yes,” you clear your throat, “I do have things I want to discuss with both of you.”

Both men take a break from eating and sit a little straighter, giving you their full attention. You realize now that your hope at a more casual conversation over food was a fruitless endeavor, these men are too serious for casual.

“I realized something today,” you begin, “I’ve realized that despite what I’ve told myself the past several months, that I am part of this organization. I’ve helped all of you at one point or another, and maybe I’ve just helped in the least criminal of ways, but I have committed crimes with you whether I like it or not. I’ve heard things, I know names, I know what you’ve done, and the things you intend to do, I am an accomplice,” you say it out loud and although it makes it real, there is a part of you that’s relieved to say it to just get it out there.

Neither Hyunjin or Minho say anything so you continue, “I was going to run, but I think that running away would just mean that I’m running straight into more trouble for myself, for one. But also…” you trail off, “but also, I don’t want to run away from either of you.”

Hyunjin looks at Minho so quickly that you think it could give him whiplash, but Minho doesn’t react to any of it.

“But before we talk about that, or what that means, or how to even navigate it, I have terms I’d like to lay out,” you look at both of them.

“What are your terms Love?” Minho asks, all business, and you wonder if he’s about to produce a pen and notebook to take notes in.

“First, I don’t like the way some of your guys speak to me as if I’m your personal fuck toy,” you say.

“Seungmin.”

Hyunjin and Minho say his name simultaneously.

“Okay yes, Seungmin, but I don’t want him punished or whatever. I would just like it made clear that while we don’t have to like each other, we don’t need to speak so disrespectfully to one another, and not to sound like a child but he always starts it,” you take another swig of beer. Minho looks as though he’s holding in a chuckle and this puts you at ease a bit.

“It will be made clear to him and to all my employees that you are to be treated and spoken to with absolutely nothing but respect,” Minho nods with a smile, “What else?”

“I don’t want to know everything, I don’t need to know everything, but I also don’t want to be treated like Christopher - as just an employee who does as she’s told and is only told the bare minimum. I want to be trusted, and I want you to talk to me freely about things that you need to get off your mind, or things that impact me in any way,” you say.

“Trust is earned,” Minho says, “but after everything you’ve been through, I believe you’ve more than earned it, so done.”

“Finally,” you take a breath, “it’s been hard for me since the night I got attacked to be alone here, or anywhere for that matter, and I know you both have things that need done, that you can’t be here all the time, and I appreciate Christopher, and Jisung, and the others…but I want you two - not necessarily at the same time - but I want the two of you.”

The room sinks back into that familiar silence again and you wait impatiently for someone to say something, you fork some chicken and stuff it in your mouth for something to do.

“Fine, I’ll be the one to say it,” Hyunjin half laughs, “Are we talking about fucking each other or protection detail?”

It’s Minhos turn to take an uncomfortably large swig of beer and you have to force the small bite of chicken down your throat roughly.

“I…well…” you stutter, “In this specific moment I’m talking about who is here in the house with me,” you clarify.

“And what about outside this specific moment?” Minho asks for more clarification and you realize that the time has come, whether you were ready for it or not, to tell them both what you actually want. Is it what you want? You’ve never attempted a relationship that had more than two people in it, but none of those relationships turned out very well so you can’t really cite them as reliable sources, can you?

“Honestly?” you inhale deeply and let it go, “Honestly, I wouldn’t be opposed to having you both in the other way at the same time, I’ve never done that before, it would be my first time - but the thought of it makes me wet just imagining it.”

Hyunjin bites his bottom lip and sits back in his seat. To say you’re suddenly feeling warm is an understatement, so you chug the rest of your beer then get up for another.

“What do you think about that?” Minho asks Hyunjin.

Hyunjin licks his lips and you think you might combust, “Well, it wouldn’t be my first time,” he says with a smile that might be a little too proud, “it could be lots of fun,” he says avoiding eye contact with Minho and only looking at you. You swallow hard.

“How many times have the two of you…” Minho starts, but you answer before he can finish.

“Hyunjin and I have never had sex,” you tell him, trying to keep any emotion from your voice like how it’s a bit disappointing that you’ve not slept with Hyunjin, or how you’re scared that Minho will be upset if you’d said you had, or how excited you are that you might actually get fucked by both of the men sitting with you at this table.

“Hmm,” Minho nods, “I see.”

“What do you think about it, boss?” Hyunjin finally looks at him, “We both said we didn’t want to share after all.”

Only Hwang Hyunjin could look at Lee Minho and say that without it sounding like a challenge, like a threat.

Minho exhales slowly and shrugs, “It may be a shock to some, but I’m not a closed minded man, however, I am a possessive one,” he looks at you and chews on the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowing with consideration, “so the answer to your question is that I’m not sure.”

Your heart sinks a little, and you’re unsure of what to say.

“We can work with possessive,” Hyunjin says, the corners of his mouth slipping into a coy smile, as if he’s flirting with Minho and your clit throbs, you can feel the way you’re soaked and you press your thighs together.

“Oh?” is all Minho responds with.

“Mm,” Hyunjin nods, “I’m not a power player, I don’t have to be a top, I don’t have to be a bottom, I’m not picky, and you should know by now I’m very good at being told what to do.”

You watch as Minhos expression changes, he looks at Hyunjin in a way you’ve never seen him look at any of his guys before, and then he looks at you, “You’re being awfully quiet now darling.”

It takes you a solid three seconds to realize he’s talking to you, you’re gripping the neck of your beer so hard it might bust.

“I’m just, thoroughly enjoying this conversation,” you grin.

“How much?” he asks.

Well. That was an invitation if you’ve ever heard one. You swallow your sip of beer and stand, shuffling out the wrinkles of your cotton skirt and step closer to him, “Would you like to see?” you ask, bunching up the skirt in your fists higher and higher until the tops of your thighs are exposed.

Minho chews his lip as his fingertips trace delicate lines up your legs, finally disappearing beneath the fabric, pushing your panties to the side so he can swirl them in your arousal. You gasp, tilting your head back as he moves his fingers against you.

“My, my,” he whispers, voice gravelly with want, and he looks as if he wants to knock everything off the table to fuck you on it. You wouldn’t be opposed.

Hyunjin sits motionless on the other side, watching, and though you’ve never really considered how it would make you feel, you find that having him watch feels very good.

Minho removes his fingers from your cunt and uses them to motion Hyunjin over. Your heart starts pounding. Hyunjin moves slowly, but you can see his erection straining against his pants.

“So Hyunjin has never played with you?” Minho asks, his eyes on Hyunjin.

“We’ve kissed…” you manage to speak between catching your breath.

“But he’s never tasted you? Your pussy that is?”

You shake your head back and forth.

“Go on then,” Minho looks at him darkly, touching Hyunjins mouth with his fingertips, spreading your slick across his bottom lip. Hyunjin sucks Minhos fingers into his mouth hungrily, a groan escaping from somewhere deep in his chest.

“I have to admit, knowing he’s not had you is pretty satisfying to me,” Minho chuckles, yanking his fingers from Hyunjins mouth, “I wonder how far I can push him before he comes undone?” he stands from the table, “Has everyone eaten? No ones starving anymore?” he asks the two of you and finishes off his beer.

“Not for food,” Hyunjin comments and winks at you.

“Then let’s go to the living room, shall we?” Minho grabs your hand and pulls you forward, Hyunjin following close behind.

Minho kisses you deeply, then takes a seat in the armchair, “Why don’t you help our girl out of her pretty clothes?”

“Gladly,” Hyunjin whispers, taking the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, he tosses it across the room then drops to his knees as you unzip the side of your skirt. He helps you shimmy it down into a pool of fabric around your feet and you step away from it. Hyunjin looks up at you, his eyes scanning your body, and he hooks his fingers into your underwear, pulling them slowly down your legs.

“Don’t even think about putting your lips on her, not yet, I say when,” Minho instructs from the chair. Hyunjin freezes as if that’s exactly what he was about to do.

“Yes sir,” Hyunjin grins.

You want to interject and say that if Minho doesn’t give the go ahead soon, you might be the one coming undone, but you stay silent, you’re not sure what to do anyway, and something in your gut tells you it needs to happen like this, for them, in order for Minho to be right with it.

“Sit on the sofa, Love,” Minho tells you and you sit, like a good girl, on the sofa then look at him for further instruction. He laughs, “You look so eager darling, so fucking turned on, do you want me to be nice for you?”

“Yes,” you nod frantically, “Please.”

“Do you want him to taste your cunt finally?”

“Mmhmm,” you keep nodding, leaning back into the cushions, kneading your breasts.

“Spread your legs for him, so he can see how fucking gorgeous you are,” he instructs.

You nearly go out of your mind watching Hyunjin crawl between your legs, his fingernails raking red lines up your thighs. Hyunjin looks behind at Minho for permission.

“First,” Minho halts him, “take your shirt and pants off, you look dreadfully uncomfortable.”

Hyunjin smiles and tears his shirt over his head, then stands briefly to remove his trousers before resuming his position between your legs.

“Now, make our princess cum,” Minho grins.

Hyunjin does what he’s told, but he also takes his sweet time, licking and sucking kisses on the inside of your thighs and you wonder if he’s savoring the moment like you. This heated, passionate affair that seems to have been building up since the night you sewed stitches into his side.

Finally, he grabs hold of your thighs roughly and drags you to the edge of the sofa, “you ready Doll?”

“God, yes…”

His tongue is eager against your flesh, but in true Hyunjin fashion, is also quick, soft, controlled and deliberate. He was told to make you cum, and he’s honing in on that target like his life depends on it.

“How does it feel, baby?” Minho asks and you manage to turn your head towards him, “let’s hear you.”

“It feels so fucking good, he’s so good at it,” you whimper, looking back down at Hyunjin. His eyes lock with yours and you watch as his tongue appears and disappears between your folds. You rest your head back onto the sofa and moan, your hips beginning to move in time with his mouth, you’re so close.

“She’s about to cum, I can tell by her face,” Minho smiles, and you nod, unable to verbally confirm this, “let go baby, cum for him.”

Minhos deep, gravelly command paired with Hyunjins soft tongue lapping at you pushes you far beyond your capacity to hold yourself back. Your body quakes as your orgasm ripples over and over, your clit becoming so sensitive you have to physically push Hyunjins face away with your hands and plea with a quiet “stop.”

Hyunjin is totally out of breath as he sits back on his ankles, he wipes his mouth with his arm, eyes dark, and looks at Minho.

“How close are you to busting?” Minho chuckles.

“Very.”

Minho licks his lips, then unzips his pants, releasing his own cock from the confines of his clothes. He strokes himself gently then nods his head towards you, “Go on then, she loves getting fucked right after you eat her out, don’t you baby?”

“Yes,” you groan, “Very much.”

Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate a moment before ripping his boxers down and kicking them away, he takes your shoulders and shoves you down onto the sofa, propping one of your legs on the back and sliding between.

“I don’t know how long I’ll last,” Hyunjin warns.

“It’s okay,” you breathe, “you don’t have to make me cum again.”

“Yes he does,” Minho says coolly from the chair, “yes he fucking does.”

“Heard,” Hyunjin manages to tease.

Hyunjin lines himself up with you as you dig your nails into his shoulders, desperate for it, needing it. He pushes in slowly, and your eyes lock as he fills you to the hilt. Your lips part and you wiggle a bit, urging him to move, he does. He’s going impossibly slow, his brows knitted together in concentration.

“Fuck you’re perfect,” he moans, his hips speeding up just a bit. You can’t help but steal a look at Minho, who watches you both from the same chair he’s been sitting in, slowly stroking himself, lip tucked tightly between his teeth.

You lift your hips a bit to meet Hyunjins thrusts, sliding your hands down his sides, around his thighs to pull him closer, deeper.

“Hyunjin,” you whisper, his name a plea for him to do something, though you’re unsure of what. Feeling his cock drag in and out, hitting some delicious spot within, watching Minho look and hearing his little gasps every time you whimper or moan might actually be your undoing.

Hyunjins movements become more desperate, more erratic, and you’re sure he won’t be able to hold himself back much longer. You take his face in your hands and he looks at you, “Make me cum,” you gently drag his hand down to your neck, his breath stutters as he wraps his long, delicate fingers around your throat to hold you down gently while he fucks into you. You push back with every thrust, causing a rough but welcome collision and you cum so hard around his cock that you can feel it in your very bones. You cry out, hips bucking just a bit off the sofa as you spasm around him.

He thrusts into you only twice more before freezing, his breath escaping in a muffled moan as he buries his face into your neck.

Hyunjin pulls you towards him and captures your lips with his.

“Perfect,” he whispers.

Minho finally makes his way to the couch, Hyunjin moves aside, practically collapsing.

“Feel better?” Minho smiles, rubbing circles on your legs.

You nod, claiming his hand in yours to lace your fingers together.

He looks between your legs, “You’re a mess,” he drags the back of his finger up your slit, swirling Hyunjins leaking fluids around your own. You shudder with a gasp at the stimulation.

“Come, let’s go upstairs,” Minho stands and extends his hand to you; he pauses briefly in front of Hyunjin and stares, then caresses his jawline with his thumb, “you did good, impressive. Come on.”

Minho leads you both into the master bath where he reaches into the walk-in to start a shower. You step close to him and start undoing the buttons of his shirt, looking up at him as he strokes your hair. You continue silently undressing him until the three of you stand totally naked in the middle of your steamy bathroom.

Minho grabs your chin with his fingertips and draws you into him, his mouth desperate for yours and your lips crash together with urgent moans. In your peripheral you can see Hyunjin step into the shower and rinse himself off, he reaches out and tugs on you and Minho, who barely takes his mouth off you to shuffle into the warm water.

“Is this what you wanted?” Minho asks in a grunt as he picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Wanted to be our needy little slut, so fucking pretty and sweet, getting fucked out by both of us?” he whispers as your back presses against the cold stone of the shower wall.

You grin like the cheshire cat and nod, “Mmhmm.”

Minho smiles and shakes his head at you before his lips overtake yours again, and you also feel Hyunjins hands roaming as he puts himself between your back and the wall, his body much warmer and less scratchy than the stone. You can feel Minhos hard erection sliding against your soaked pussy and your breath hitches. Hyunjins wet hands slide around your body and he fingers at your nipples, stroking and squeezing. Minho leans in and you watch through the steam as he takes Hyunjins mouth with his own, his cock rubbing against your clit as he positions himself to fuck you against Hyunjin.

This exceeds even your highest expectation of what this experience would be like. Feeling Minho bouncing you on his cock while you listen to the two of them moan into each others mouths, Hyunjins fingers circling your clit gently while the other hand takes turns playing with your breasts and yanking your hair to tilt your head back for neck kisses.

“Fuck,” you whine, the impossible ache inside you is building again, you can’t remember the last time you orgasmed three times in one evening, or if you ever have, but you’re going to.

“Gonna cum for me Love?” Minho presses his forehead against yours, breathless, pumping his hips up into you.

“Yes,” you half laugh in delirium, “Fuck, yes keep going…”

You can feel his fingertips digging into the sides of your ass, feel how desperate he is to finish, you lean your head forward to kiss him, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting as you reach your high. Your orgasm comes out in a choked gasp, your body completely spent, and you feel him pull out a bit and spill himself all over your cunt.

Hyunjin washes you off while Minho catches his breath then the three of you, unbothered to put on clothes or even dry off, collapse on your bed, drops of water everywhere but no one caring.

You’re not surprised that Minho pulls you in immediately, wrapping his arm around you tight - possessive.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” you sigh, eyes already shut and sleep getting closer and closer to overtaking you.

“Pleasure isn’t a bad thing people,” Hyunjin yawns, switches off the lamp, then flips to his side to properly sandwich you in. His long, lean arm draped over you while his fingers massage circles on Minhos shoulder. “It’s not this thing that has to be confined in a specific little box, used for one specific purpose at a time like it isn’t supposed to just be this fun, enjoyable thing-,”

“Hyunjin?” Minho grumbles with closed eyes.

“Yes boss?”

“Stop talking and go to sleep.”

“Yes boss,” he laughs.

Endnotes:

I think I'm going to try to tag my taglist besties in the comments this time and see how that goes and where it takes us.

As usual, if you've made it far enough to read this, here's your virtual smooch <3

#skz fanfiction #hyunjin fanfiction #Lee know fanfiction #skz smut #hyunjin smut #lee know smut #skz romance #hyunjin romance #Lee know romance #stray kids #hwang hyunjin x reader #lee know x reader #happy birthday lee know

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youkidding-me · 4 months ago

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expanding on my previous post about orym witnessing cyrus's funeral

the silken squall burn their deceased over open bodies of water or forests, so their spirits can keep travelling after their bodies are gone

because of this, they have to move the city to the closest body of water/forest

the loved ones or volunteering magic users take turns watching over the body and keeping it cold. it's also a way for the deceased to not be left alone, assuring them their community is with them until the end

during the few days of travel, the immediate family will be showered with love, provided with food and having their house cleaned by their neighbours/friends/distant family. this is to give them time to mour and to prepare the cremation ceremony

dorian's house is the biggest tent in the city, made of probably a few dozen tents connected between each other and almost as tall as a two-story building

everyone lives in portable homes but it's colorful and organized. the tents have creative patterns either weaved, embroidered or painted on them. the stone roads make mosaics of air genasi motifs

the wyvernwind home is the only one covered with a huge linen roofing, though the normal colorful tent peaks underneath it

the entire wyvernwind is dressed in linen. not entirely, though, just their jewelry. dorian is always impeccably dressed, but his rings, earrings, boots, belt and shoulder piece has linen sewn around it. his father and mother are the same

dorian is almost always busy watching cyrus's body, recepting other air genasi that wish to bring food to the wyvernwinds, hand-making the wooden boat that will burn with cyrus in a few days

orym spends a lot of time with goyan enlil-wyvernwind, dorian's mom, since zeru wyvernwind seems to have assumed most of the work on land

(orym suspects the man is avoiding his grieving home's emotional needs like the plague)

they talk a lot about dorian - his childhood, his adventures outside that city, his music, his fight - but she also seems interested about orym

more than once orym thinks if she actually wants to know about his life with the air ashari and how much it's her common diplomatic gait

"the linen?" she answers orym. it took him three days to build courage to ask. "have you noticed how our skin looks against the sky?"

goyan was the slightest darker than dorian, though her hair was a lighter blue. the resemblance to her son was undeniable, even if her eyes were green like cyrus's

"you look like the sky on a clear day"

"every day is clear up here" she said with a smile. "under all this linen, against the blue, what do we look like?"

"clouds" orym answered, and she nodded. "we look like clouds. it's an old tradition that says that, if we cover our loved one in linen, we'll not be saying goodbye to a loved one, but to a cloud passing by."

she managed to say the entire thing with posture, but drops everything she's holding and covers her mouth, breathing hard. "oh no, my baby! my baby, my baby, my baby..."

and orym comforts her, knowing too well what she's feeling

orym can't help to watch cyrus, but he's everywhere else: his hands bleed after cutting all the wood for the boat, he seems to be the only reason dorian remembers to eat and drink water, and he loses his sleep to hold his insomniac lover

"i'm such a fucking failure. i suck, i suck so much. i can't do this, orym, i can't fucking do this" dorian growls against his chest

"i'm right here, my love. we'll do this together. you're doing incredibly, i'm so proud of you."

"it should be him in my place. i was never meant to be here, this not my place"

orym swallows the vision of unconscious dorian in his arms under the radiant gaze of predathos. he wants to smack dorian for saying nonsense, but he knows that pain too well. "not a lot of people can say they were so loved until the very end. in times of chaos, you are giving cyrus the treatment of a prince."

"i barely feel like myself most of the time. i can't remember the days."

and orym holds him, because he knows how it feels

zeru comes back the morning of the ceremony, the sixth day of orym's stay. his skin is ashy and his light blue eyes have sunk into his skull

goyan is keeping him company, touching his arm, his face, his back - and he leans into the touch every time with fail

they have a family meal and zeru avoids dorian's gaze at all costs. orym doesn't know if dorian noticed, because his gaze is equally focused on the table

by the end of the day, the city is reunited, with the wyvernwinds ahead, by the edge of the silken squall. beneath them, the ocean glistens dark blue and purple

cyrus's boat is perfectly tailored for his size, filled with a few of his belongings and his body fully protected by linen. before sending it away, an old genasi lady cuts off the linen on the wyvernwinds clothes and puts the fabric in the boat as well

cyrus floats away, though always closest to dorian than anyone else in the world

dorian whistles a tune as a guard raises a flaming arrow, that flies when the tune ends

fire silently burns the boat into dust as the dozens of genasi watched in complete silence. the only heir of the silken squall holds himself up, though his fingers squeeze orym's painfully

the first time dorian and zeru look at each other is when the last pieces of brumestone fall and there's nothing else to watch. father and son look nothing alike, orym notices - zeru's angular jaw and broad built is an almost ghostly replica of cyrus. dorian's dimples and loose waves resemble his mother a lot more

they don't say a word. dorian's tears are loud and choked, cutting the night air like a knife to the gut. zeru's tears are ragged and tired, ringing with his deep voice, like the land cried with him

goyan hold both of them, closing themselves from the rest of the world

orym decides to leave with the other genasi citizens back to his quarters. as much as he promised he'd be there for him, this was the time for the wyvernwinds. when dorian needs him, he'll be right there to help and support him, like dorian is for him

the night fell, but the sun will always rise in the end

#critical role #dorym #orym of the air ashari #dorian storm #cyrus wyvernwind #long post #not my best work but i neeeeeeded to get this out of my system #named dorian's mom bc not having her official name is a CRIME #goyan/gouyen means wise in Apache (if google didn't fail me)#i picture her and orym becoming best friends #the wyvernwind family has layers and layers of unresolved emotional issues about how their duties affected their bonds #zeru swears he never pressured dorian but the truth is that no expectation was pressure enough #goyan would use ring of truth on them and punish them harshly for indiscipline as much as she would comfort them #dorian and cyrus were friends but their age gap and difference of treatment always put this competitive barrier between them #orym is witnessing it all and thinking '...damn'#'i'll have to create the concept of therapy to get around here'#edit jfc this has so many spelling mistakes im sorry #not only i'm dyslexic and english is my second language it's also 5am

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richarlotte · 7 months ago

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Most important things you learned in foster care?

Keep your environment tidy. You should be doing a wipedown every night before bed and making sure that you don’t leave plates or any food out. Your home is a reflection of your health, and you'll feel better if the place you sleep is clean, your bags are organized, and your room isn't cluttered or covered in things.

Keep your clothes clean, wash them weekly and dry them, keep them put away and folded, and make sure you’re keeping them in good condition. Take your time choosing what you have, make sure to never let things sit on the floor, and take pride in all that you own.

Make an effort to know people and get along with people. Managing conflict and knowing how to deescalate are priceless life skills. Don’t let yourself be taken advantage of, but know how to advocate for yourself whenever necessary. You don’t escape life without having to deal with people but the key is knowing how to read them and what to do when things feel impossible.

Education is your first priority and the only way out. If you’re smart, you’ll spend your time working hard. The library and your teachers are resources; use them and make sure that you’re not falling behind. You should be actively pursuing your own education and making sure that you're near the top of your classes. If you take school seriously, life will be easier in the long run.

When you start working, save 1/3 of all your money. It may be hard if your paychecks are small or you have bills, but no matter how difficult it is, you need to be putting some amount away. This will be your cushion, your life preserver, and your place of peace in case things ever get rough. Even if it’s only $100, it’s still $100 that you have access to, and that’s there for you in your time of need. This is even more important if you’re a woman, always have some of your own money.

#richarlotte x

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olichat-reads · 1 year ago

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Imagine | Betraying Villain Bakugou as an Undercover Hero

Villain!Bakugou x ProHero!Reader

Summary: you were a pro hero sent undercover to get close to & gather intel on the notorious villain Dynamight. What you didn't account for was to fall in love with the man you were meant to take down.

A/n: basically undercover cop x mafia boss inspired hehe.

A/n: this was meant to be a proper fic but its been sitting in my drafts for SO LONG as just a concept so this will just have to do for now :')

🌟

You have to tell him.

The longer you wait, the worse it is for you. It won't take long for them to get to you.

To get to him.

Your fists clenched around the covers at the thought.

You can't let that happen.

You won't.

Bakugou Katsuki- or better known as Dynamight was a name well known by the public as the ruthless villain ruling the underworld with an iron fist whilst fitting into the facade of a very accomplished CEO.

He was notorious for his dirty ways & illegal businesses, never bothering to hide his darker persona from the world, making sure everyone knew to fear him. Yet, the authorities never had enough proof to arrest him, never able to trace his crimes back to him, his organization too clean & flawlessly managed to reveal any dirty work below the surface.

Thats where you come in. An undercover pro hero sent as an innocent civillian to get close to him & investigate from the inside.

Who would've guessed on the inside you'd find a grumpy teddy bear of a man instead of the demon of Musutafu. You learned he wore facade over facade. Despite knowing his CEO mask wasn't really him, you discovered he wasn't really the heartless criminal either.

Bakugou acknowledges that his hands weren't clean in his business deals, he knows he isn't all good, but over the time you spent together, you learn that he isn't all bad either.

Because how could the man who visits the orphanage he grew up in be all bad?

How could the man- insisting he only visited to see his Ma Inko that raised him out of obligation and not because he got attached to the little hellspawns at the orphanage, despite always relenting to play with them every single time without fail, because they were annoying, as if he couldn't just walk away if he really wanted to- be as evil as they say?

How could the man that consoles little kids who were nervous to have a new family so gently and softly, that they will be loved, deserved a place to call home, and promise he will make sure they were happy and safe, be totally heartless?

Falling in love was not the plan.

Nor was having the big bad crime boss fall in love with you.

It was most definitely not in your plans to adore the man snoring peacefully next to you while you silently lose your mind, as much as you did.

Looking over at him, his head pressed against your hip, arm draped over your thighs, his chest rise & fall in slow breaths, you couldn't help the smile that tugged on your lips.

Who knew the big scary, angry man whose explosive demeanor never fails to shaken people's hearts everywhere could be so..

Adorable?

He looked so harmless burrying himself further into your side, pulling you closer as he mumbled your name in his slumber, the action making you melt.

You twisted your body just a bit to bury your hands into his deceptively soft hair, letting fluffy porcupine spikes tickle your cheeks as you let yourself be pulled closer by the sleeping mobster.

And who would have ever thought the person who got him to open his heart was the same person sent to bring him down.

How ironic.

You clenched your jaw at the thought, freeing your fingers from those gold strands to fist your palms so tight your knuckles turned white, as you tried to control yourself while still being mindful of the sleeping Bakugou snuggling for your warmth.

You wanted to protect him. To keep him safe. For him to be free and happy. No matter the cost, even if it meant dying by his hands.

You've thought about it. Of course you have. You knew the consequences of revealing yourself to him, your initial motives and the fact that you've been betraying him, all the while the cold, hard man fell in love and trusted you enough to offer his heart.

He would kill you.

You knew that. You hurt him, even if he didn't know it yet. Broke his heart, & betrayed the trust he found so hard to give to just anyone.

There was no doubt he would kill you, and take your life as compensation.

Yet, you've made up your mind. You'd have nowhere to go. Even if by some miracle you get out of this alive, the HPSC would hunt you down. Your life was over with either way.

How strange.

To think dying was the least of your concerns.

As you run your fingers gently through his hair again, unable to placate your twitching fingers, Bakugou slowly stirred awake, soft red eyes fluttering open to blink up at you, before he broke into a sleepy smile filled with so much pure love and adoration you had to choke back a sob.

No. Dying was a show of mercy. Nothing would hurt more than having those warm eyes currently staring at you like you were the best thing in the world, turn cold. No torture would hurt more than having to live, knowing the man that used to attack you with the sweetest kisses whenever he came home, the man that clung to you like a baby koala while you cooked, the man that loved you despite knowing you weren't perfect, would come to hate you.

That was what would break you.

You were certain. Death would be welcomed in comparison to the alternative. Death would be worth having those red eyes only ever look at you the way he was now.

"Hi."

"Hi, you."

🌟

a/n: ohhhhhh mafia au my beloved

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #oliwrites

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captainofthedauntless · 1 year ago

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More Rise!Nardo thoughts.

Just thinking about how he'd abuse the fuck out of his portal abilities with you. Always offering to be your "ride" when you need to go somewhere, using it as an excuse to see you for just a minute when you're busy. The classic you're upset? oh lol i just Happened To Pop By A Shop, Here, Your Favorite Snacks.

He'd show up in a heartbeat to help you move furniture, or to help you cook, or to help you speed clean because your aunt's in town all of a sudden and you cannot let her know you live like this.

You don't think anything of it, really. Because it's effortless for him. It's like getting up from the couch for how much energy it takes him.

But it gets to be a habit.

It's a pattern.

You text him after a long day, once, and you say something about being tired and not wanting to cook, and then he's in your kitchen with a crackle of blue energy and a bag of take out and a hoodie he pulls off less than five minutes later, passing it to you with an easy shrug and a nonchalant smile. Lot warmer in here than the lair, he says breezily, as though it isn't your favorite of his hoodies. As though it was an accident.

He does that a lot, you realize. Act as though calculation is coincidence.

And then you can't stop realizing it.

It's not just the portals.

It's everywhere.

He's everywhere.

He's spending enough time at your place that he just leaves his stuff there when he gets a mission call, and you end up with a stack of books and comics that you definitely didn't pick up yourself, and instead of mentioning it you just replace his horrifying whatever-he-can-find bookmarks (you find one of your bracelets there, once) with actual ones. People keep giving them to you as freebies- might as well put them to use.

Somehow he knows when you've got big appointments scheduled, and he just casually shows up the night before and complains about how you do your chores and insists on showing you how it's done, and then you blink and he's put away every dish in your kitchen, all while playfully critiquing your organization. And, like magic, you're free to sit down and relax, because evidently your sweeping technique is also tragic, no, no, give me that, you're- you're banished, that's abysmal, and feet off the ground- don't care, it needs swept, go on.

Crazy how his movie night picks are some of your favorites. Great minds think alike, eh?

And then 'huh, Leo's pretty helpful' becomes 'oh, Leo's given me impossible standards' when you wake up in the middle of the night and can't seem to catch your breath from a nightmare. You fumble for your phone and type what's supposed to say are you up? and comes out as ate yii yo? and then your phone is ringing.

He greets you with a you alright? that you think should probably be harsher than it is considering the hour, and when you manage to get the word dream out of your face he follows up with want some company?

And you must say yes, because the next thing you know is a crackle of blue energy (which should look dangerous, should feel dangerous, but looks like a playful wave and feels like home) and nearly six feet of mutant turtle dropping onto your bed, landing with a playful bounce that shakes a little of the dream-scented-sludge from your mind.

Sorry, he says, playful and grinning as he folds his arms behind his head and watches you like he can read your mind, traffic was a nightmare.

And you shake your head, because what the fuck, but you're laughing despite yourself and some of the scrutiny melts from his eyes.

Thought I'd-

Don't say drop by.

I would never, he says, but he doesn't elaborate on what he was going to say, and you draw your own conclusions. Anywhoozles, what's the vibe? Movie? Snack? Field trip to the top of the Great Wall?

And somehow he means it.

He's in your room at four in the morning, still in his pajamas, mask down around his neck, all warm and soft and sleep-shaped, and offering you the world like it was a piece of gum.

And you just stare at him, wondering if you're still dreaming.

#leonardo #x reader #leonardo x reader #leonardo & reader #*writing #2018 #imagines #headcanons #aged up as always- going for college-age here

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everydayyoulovemeless · 2 years ago

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Fo4 Companions (+Sturges, DiMA, and Travis) Living At Homeplate With Sole

➼ Word Count » 1.3k ➼ Warnings » Spoilers in DiMA’s section and slight spoilers (?) in Mac's

MacCready makes the roof trailer thing on the top of the house look all nice, decorating it with posters and lights and such. He likes to sit up there and just watch people go about in the market. It calms him down a lot. He wants to bring Duncan to come live with you and Shaun. He's pretty easy to live with, aside from him getting into a few altercations with the people from the upper stands.

Nick likes living with you because it allows Ellie to have her own place. The biggest problem is having Myrna as your neighbor. She's gonna constantly complain to security about Nick living right next to her. But besides that, Nick is great to live with. He'll get himself a chair and put it in one of the corners, like one of those designated 'dad' chairs. Lots of stories from his cases too that he'll be glad to tell you and he likes to keep the place neat.

Cait is honestly just happy to have someone who actually wants to live with her. It means so much to her so she'll try to be the best roommate she can. You need groceries? She's got it. Had a long day and want to get a drink? She'd gladly be your drinking buddy. Someone's giving you trouble? Let her get her bat. It's a huge sentiment in itself that you trust her as much as she trusts you and she'd never take it for granted.

Danse feels awkward. You'll have to force him out of his comfort zone a bit, and he's horrible at decorating but other than that he's great to have around. Having such a large guy is great for home security and he's willing to go with you wherever you want so you'll hardly find yourself alone. Danse doesn't think that the other citizens like him too much, and he's right, but you still try to help him to be more approachable.

Preston is always out doing something. It's rare for the two of you to be at Homeplate at the same time due to how busy the two of you can get. When he is home he tends to the different plants he managed to start growing on the roof and inside. It makes the place look very lively and a lot less wasteland-like.

Cleanest house in all the commonwealth?? Codsworth will make it his life's mission to have the best holiday decorations on the block, even if no one else understands what it is. It'll almost feel like a pre-war house with how sanitized he makes it. Whenever you leave to do a quest he'll cook something up for when you come back. He's kinda like a housewife in that sense. Since he doesn't sleep he'll hang out with Percy during the night and then come back and help you out in the morning.

If Piper’s coming, Nat's coming. It'll allow her to turn her old home into more of a workplace than it is now. You'll get the newspaper for free too. Piper probably won't do too much around the house besides keeping it somewhat organized, however, she likes taking you and Nat up to the roof to look at the stars, or watch the sunrise or anything like that. It makes her feel at peace and she just thinks it's a great time overall.

Curie doesn't really need sleep, so at night, if she's bored, she'll just start to organize and clean everything. She was so excited when you told her she could live with you. She takes notes on everything she sees in the marketplace and about the people she meets. Over time she'll end up being great friends with those scientist ladies and even Dr. Sun.

You're gonna also have a big problem with Myrna since Strong is constantly threatening Percy. Security isn't gonna like your new roommate either so be ready for a whole lot of complaints from everybody. On the plus side, Strong makes it so no one wants to go anywhere near your house, so no one trying to break in :)

If Hancock stayed, it'd most likely be temporary, he much prefers Goodneighbor. Although he loves harassing the rich people up in the stands and especially McDonough. Hancock would be all over Diamond City if he started staying at Homeplate. You'd find him in the bars, making friends with the poor people near the wall, or arguing with the guards. At the end of the day he's going back to his town, he really can't stand Diamond City for much longer than a few days.

Deacon feels really weird about it. He's never stayed anywhere for more than a couple of weeks at most. Even the Railroad HQ switches every now and then. Most people are going to love him due to how charismatic he is. In fact, most people will think you just invite a different friend over every week due to all of his disguises and persona's he'll still play. He’s going to have a ridiculous amount of clothes because of that and he'd gladly let you borrow them if you ever needed. This is a huge step for him and he really wants it to work out, although, try not to worry if you notice he’s disappeared.

X6-88 hates it. He doesn't understand why you don't just live in the Institute. He thinks that Diamond City is dirty and contaminated and is constantly looming over you, threatening anyone who gets too close. The only good thing about living at Homeplate would be that it's easier to gather information and spy for the Institute.

As long as Dogmeat gets a bed and a bowl then he's happy. He likes to wander around the city a lot. You'll catch him just sniffing around the alleys, usually looking for Nick or delivering papers for Piper. He loves living in Diamond City and loves that he gets to be around so many friendly people!

Old Longfellow refused when you offered. He much prefers his cabin in Far Harbor and wouldn't ever live somewhere as busy as Diamond City.

Gage will go wherever you do. You're the boss, and if this is where you're gonna stay then he'll be right behind you. The two of you are most likely going to be thrown in prison tho since Gage has a habit of shooting anyone who bad-mouths you. Homeplate's going to be a pig sty as well, bro can’t clean to save his life.

In all honesty, Sturges would be a great roommate, he'd set up the power for the both of you and try to make Homeplate feel a little homier. He'd be making bank too, the citizens would be paying him to help set something up or to fix something that broke. He’d be the new handyman while you went out and did quests.

DiMA thought it'd be good to go down to the Commonwealth again to do more research. He'd definitely struggle to fit in and would most likely try to find a way to assassinate Mayor McDonough to create peace like how he did with the Children of Atom and Far Harbor. He's happy to be able to live close to his brother but it's probably best to leave him in Acadia.

Travis is pretty happy to finally get out of his small one-room trailer and into Home Plate. He likes being able to walk over to the radio shack, it makes the gig start to feel like a real job. The best thing about living with Travis is that he's VERY organized. Nothing will ever be out of place. Living in his old place has taught him how to keep things clean and put away, so you'll find that Home Plate is seemingly never out of order. The only real downside, in his opinion, is the number of new neighbors he suddenly has, sometimes he doesn't want to leave the house in fear that they'll try and talk to him.

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