#if you are in a better position to keep your cats indoors more power to you

[nochd]

I'm going to say this once. Just once.

There are places where this doesn't make sense. I live in one of them.

I live in Aotearoa New Zealand, in one of the smaller (and colder) cities. Aotearoa differs from the US in a number of respects that shift the risk-benefit profile of trying to keep a cat indoors.

First, we don't have any natural predators capable of killing a live adult cat. No snakes whatsoever. No alligators, coyotes, wolves, bears, or anything. Our biggest predatory birds are themselves about the size of cats. (There used to be one big enough to attack humans, but it went extinct centuries before Europeans brought the first cats here.)

Second, there has never been a recorded incidence of rabies in this country.

Our roads aren't the safest in the world, but they're safer than American roads. It's pretty rare for dogs to be let out unsupervised, especially big ones.

We do have native birds that outdoor cats prey on, so there's that. In human-adjacent areas, though, we also have rodents, which the native birds are not good at defending their nests from, and which tend to get more numerous when there aren't cats around.

So while there's still good reason to want to keep cats inside, it's less urgent here than in the US. But there's also pressure from the other direction: it's harder to keep cats inside here.

See, New Zealand has home heating and air conditioning the way the US has a healthcare system: the conservatives think it's a luxury that people should pay for themselves, and the left, even in government, has to battle for months for the tiniest concessions.

Much of Aotearoa can get fairly hot in the summer, and humid with it. Much of it is also cold, and wet, in the winter. We live in unheated, uncooled, leaky, mould-ridden houses. We have developing-world levels of childhood rheumatic fever.

While we're waiting for the politicians to get their heads out of their arses and fix the problem, we're advised to keep doors and windows open in the daytime to let the air circulate, both when it's hot in summer and during fine periods in the winter to try and keep the damp and mould at bay.

We also don't have screen doors.

Have you ever tried to hold a cat inside whilst keeping all the doors and windows open for moisture control?

Our household has had two cats move out and settle at neighbours' houses, and honestly in both cases it was better for them, because neither of them could get on with our alpha cat (who sadly passed two years ago -- at an advanced age, at the vet's, to spare him the pain of end-stage kidney failure, in case you were thinking of asking).

One of them moved in with an elderly man who was living alone in a housing unit that officially didn't allow pets, but she captured his heart and became his reason for living his final half-dozen years of life. The other started spending time with another neighbour, which we found out when he came home with a flea-collar on that we hadn't given him, and gradually made her house his home.

I can think of a really easy solution to this problem.

[fatmaxaslan]

THE HIGH PRIESTESS

The High Priestess tells you to slow down, reflect on what you’ve learned, and acquire even more knowledge before deciding or taking action. She usually indicates a time for learning and listening to your intuition rather than prioritizing your intellect and conscious mind. Her wisdom encourages you to relinquish the grip of anxiety over the result. Instead, place your faith in the discernment of these metaphorical gatekeepers. Lastly, the High Priestess figure embodies the serenity of trust and the power of surrender, inviting you to step into the unknown with a courageous and open heart. Listen to your inner voice!

STATISTICS

BIRTH NAME : Fatma Aslan MARITAL NAME : Fatma Ölmez-Aslan ALIAS : Little lion. AGE : 34 DATE  OF  BIRTH : December 24th, 1989 RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married HOMETOWN : San Diego, California TIME IN KISMET HARBOR : Since April 2023 RESIDENCE : Emerald Mist FACECLAIM : Melisa Asli Pamuk

trigger warning: open marriage

EDUCATION : Doctorate of veterinary medicine from UC Davis. OCCUPATION : Veterinarian at Best Care Animal Hospital and Equestrian Estates. GENDER : Cis-Female PRONOUNS : She/Her SEXUALITY : Straight

HAIR COLOR : Brown. EYE  COLOR : Brown. HEIGHT : 5'9'' / 176cm BUILD : Fit ACCENT : American LANGUAGES : English, Turkish, Dutch TATTOOS : None

ZODIAC : Capricorn LOVE LANGUAGE : Physical touch, quality time CLOTHING : Dresses stylish in private, always keeping up with fashion. For her job she works jeans and a shirt under her doctor's coat and overalls when on a farm. Horse riding gear when working at equestrian estates. CURRENT HAIR STYLE: ( x ) CONDITIONS : Anxiety ALLERGIES : Cats EATING HABITS : Loves eating KETO, every once in a while as a reset. eats irregularly due to her job. EXERCISE HABITS : Jogging and wall pilates SLEEPING HABITS : Can't sleep alone, hugs a pillow or her partner. Reads before bed.

ADDICTIONS : None. DRUG  USE : None ALCOHOL USE : Socially.

POSITIVE  TRAITS : Harmonious, organised, calm, happy NEGATIVE TRAITS: Impulsive, stubborn, avoids conflict PHOBIAS : None FEARS : Public speaking, public humiliation. HOBBIES : Horse riding, going to the gym, pottery HABITS : Plays with her weddingring on her middle finger or her necklace, tracing her hands, tends to walk on her toes. USUAL TEMPERAMENT : Happy

FATHER : Cemal Aslan MOTHER : Rana Aslan-Erbay SIBLINGS : One brother and one sister. PARTNER: TBD Ölmez CHILDREN : None PETS : None.

BIOGRAPHY

Fatma was born as the youngest child to the Aslan family, gracing her older brother and sister with a new and last sibling. San Diego offered the best kind of life for the children growing up, having everything at their disposal. With their respectable jobs as a lawyer and a matchmaker, Cemal and Rana were able to provide their children with whatever they needed and even wanted, but the last thing anyone would call them was spoiled. They were never one to be given something as soon as it was on the market. When friends would parade around with blackberries or iphones, Fatma still had a flip phone in her pocket. Rather than a new meal on the table every evening, the family would all cook together in the weekends and would eat the leftovers for the rest of the week. Birthdays and anniversaries and big achievements were reserved for going out for dinner. Something to look forwards to. And the children never got more than five presents for their birthday or Christmas, depending on the price.

This taught Fatma to be appreciative of her belongings, never complaining when she got her sister's old clothing until she had a clear sense of style she wanted to wear, which was different from that of her sister. Though that didn't keep the girls from 'borrowing' each other's clothing from time to time. They were taught that making gifts and memories was better to cherish rather than buying something from the store in a rush. Fatma appreciated the outdoors more than staying indoors, leading a very active life from a very young age. She participated in competitions in gymnastics, excelling on the beam and outgrowing it when she left for college. She was an eager learner, yet knew that she would never be right for an administrative job. Fatma always had a caring heart, whether it was for animals or for humans, but the the former stood out. So her schooling eventually led her to UC Davis, where she studied to be a veterinarian. In here, her love for large animals grew more than she would have thought. Cows, alpacas, horses, it was where her heart truly was. She started horse riding as a hobby at the same time, a lucrative deal with the stable she trained at that she would take care of the horses for a royal discount, how could she say no?

After university, Fatma relocated to San Diego again, starting her career and living her life. It is where she would eventually run into the man she would one day marry. However, halfway through their relationship she was met with the question on if she wanted to open up their relationship for other people, a practice her then boyfriend was well acquainted with, but was new to Fatma. She weighed the pros and cons and eventually accepted, with the promise that should he propose to her, they would both only have each other until their one year wedding anniversary, which they did. The only promise that remained was that when they would start having children, the open marriage would close permanently.

Fatma never made use of their arrangement, being happy enough with her husband, friends and job to add a second relationship. Things worked for them, but Fatma started to notice strain from her husband. He was more frustrated about his work, not liking the workplace and his colleagues. When Fatma received word that there was a veterinarian position open at a veterinary's office in Kismet Harbor, Oregon, she suggested making the move with her husband after a successful job interview. He agreed, quitting his job and searching for a new one while they prepared for their move to Kismet Harbor. It turned out to be the right move. Fatma felt happy in the smaller town, loving her job and colleagues, one of which an old college friend. Her husband soon got a job himself, one that kept him from home because of it. In his absence, she started to consider dating herself, which her husband approved of. Time will tell if Kismet Harbor will be a place of happiness, or the start of something she hadn't anticipated.

[shepherds-of-haven]

Oh, no, the Shepherds have been hit by a strange spell, and everyone's been turned into dogs! What breed is everybody? (Trouble's definitely a golden retriever, right?)

Hi there, this question was actually asked and answered here like two years ago! However, some of my choices made me go "wtf was I thinking" so I'm going to take a little moment to revise!

Blade: Saarloos Wolfdog

Saarloof wolfdogs are basically German Shepherds crossed with wolves and then crossed back again. They're not super cuddly, aloof with strangers, avoidant of uncertain situations, but extremely loyal to their chosen "pack" and described as kind dogs, which is why I think this breed fits Blade well!

Trouble: German Shepherd (better yet, Golden Shepherd, aka German Shepherd-Golden Retriever mix)

While Trouble's friendly (sometimes dumb-seeming) nature and aesthetics bring to mind a golden retriever, I actually think he has more edge and ferocity and protectiveness in him, so I think German Shepherd's working nature and tenacity suits his personality better!

Tallys: Afghan Hound

This dog is described as "one of the most ancient breeds of dog in existence, they are dignified and independent... they can be affectionate with their families, but not typically with people they don't know" and can be perceived as cool or aloof. That feels like Tallys to me!

Shery: Cavalier King Charles Spaniel

These dogs are known to be super sweet, affectionate, and cuddly indoor pets and companions, so they seem just right for Shery! I also feel like the ears really matches her hair, so I'm going to run with it lol!

Riel: Shiba Inu

I also pondered Alaskan Husky or Australian Shepherd for him--basically, I could see any hyper-intelligent dog breed that has an excess of energy and a need for high mental stimulation before they're like "I MUST WORK" and start driving themselves crazy! That's him to a tee, and while he might not start Screaming the way shibas and huskies are known for, he definitely has that streak of drama! They are also described as the most "cat-like" of all dogs, which is why I think Shiba Inus are a great fit for Riel!

Chase: Finnish Spitz (or Schipperke)

Known to be among the most "fox-like" dog breeds and easily recognizable due to their flame-like coats, Finnish Spitzes are described as "highly energetic, easily bored, and extremely talkative," considered chatty and perceptive companions that will keep you apprised of everything happening in your surroundings. While extremely loving and playful, they require firm training because of their independent nature and easily distracted dispositions: they're liable to bolt and chase after any distraction that happens to catch their attention unless you keep them focused, and can sometimes even ignore your instructions in favor of whatever they want to do instead. Totally sounds like Chase to me!

Schipperkes are very similar in personality and a close runner-up!

Red: Border Collie

Said to be among the most intelligent, inquisitive dog breeds, I think the Border Collie is a great fit for Red because, while handsome and charismatic, it's also described as "one of the most challenging dogs to live with. His superior intellect, combined with his intensity and obsessive zeal for working, are his most impressive features – and also the ones that make him unsuitable for most homes. This sharp-eyed, quick-thinking, fanatical workaholic has been bred for hours of endless action and work, and he can outsmart authority figures from time to time." That's Red for you!

Ayla: Azawakh

An ancient dog breed originating from the desert, Azawakh dogs are described as proud, independent, and suspicious of strangers. They love to run so much that they can't be trusted not to take off and just keep on running. They are lean, athletic dogs built for speed, and they are protective of their chosen families, notoriously difficult to rehome because they only bond to their households once or twice: you must be willing to make a lifelong commitment in getting an Azawakh, because they shut down very easily, especially in the face of change. They do not play well with young kids or small animals, since they're used to being employed as fierce hunting dogs. Very Ayla-like to me!

Briony: Brittany

Known as the smallest of the "gun dog" breeds, Brittany dogs are described as friendly, bright dogs full of energy and with a very sweet, social disposition. They are eager to please and are happiest with people, but tend to be underestimated when it comes to rough-housing or hunting skills due to their small size. They are described as having "endless energy and stamina" as well as a love of cuddling, and they love the water, which is why I think they're a great fit for Briony!

Lavinet: Poodle

I chose poodles because they "thrive on praise and positive attention; are quite smart and can easily pick up on your moods, sometimes even mimicking them; are outgoing and extraverted; their intelligence can result in stubbornness and occasional disobedience; they have natural empathetic qualities and a natural ability to engage with people; thrive in large, active households and love being the center of attention; require a lot of attention and hate to be alone." Sounds like Lavinet to me!

Halek: Great Pyrenes

Great Pyrenes dogs are gigantic, white-coated mountain dogs bred to deter sheep-stealing wolves and other predators on snowy mountaintops. They are mellow companions who tend to be either placid or downright lazy, noted for their immense size and power but "usually exhibiting a Zen-like calm. However, they can quickly spring into action and move with grace and speed to meet a threat." Enough said!

Prihine: Daschund

These tiny dogs are often underestimated due to their small size, but they are lively, clever, extremely tenacious, and brave almost to the point of rashness: they are "tough enough to take on a badger" but affectionate towards loved ones. They can keep you on your toes and can be extremely stubborn, and are said to have personalities too big to fit their petite demeanor, with a very "big-dog bark" for their size. Totally Prihine to me!

Croelle: Caucasian Ovtcharka

Caucasian Ovtcharkas (also colloquially referred to as "Russian bear-hunting dogs") are ferocious, fearless, assertive, strong-willed and headstrong dogs that require extremely strong leadership to keep them in line. They are prone to aggression (since that's what they're bred for) and can attack other dogs that they perceive to be threats, refusing to accept strangers and not prone to being friendly to most people in general. While loyal and hard-working dogs, they will occasionally challenge their owner's authority through staredowns, making them a difficult to impossible choice for newer owners. They will never stop fighting threats, able to take down wolves and even bears in an effort to protect their masters.

Thanks for your question!

[hobiwonder]

crazy rich asians | 01

Genre: Chaebol!BTS. maid!reader. Smut, fluff. mild angst.

Pairing: Jin x reader, Jimin x reader, Hoseok x reader, Yoongi x reader. Possible future pairings.

Warnings for this chapter: language. brief mention of oral sex. Kissing !!!

Words: 9k+

Summary: You overhear something you shouldn’t. Now some of the country’s most powerful - and rich - men would do anything to keep you quiet.

a/n: i turned it into a fic as requested!!! ngl…. am worried how people will receive this lol. This will be a short series. no major angst so don’t worry. i hope you guys like it bc i really enjoyed writing it. please let me know what you think n feed my motivation bubble so i dont take months to finish this ajdubejekbfjk.

This was odd. Jin’s eyebrows furrowed – which he was strongly against since premature wrinkles were one of his biggest fears. He was closer to thirty than twenty so his concerns were valid. Jimin almost never visited his childhood home ever since their father got engaged to the secretary – another cliché – a few months ago.

“Hm… what changed your mind little brother.” Jin mutters as he passes the sleek Mercedes that belongs to his younger brother. Nevertheless, he can’t help the sly smirk that fights his muscles and spreads across his porcelain skin. He couldn’t wait to rub it in Jimin’s face that he finally returned when his bank account dried out. Most likely.

The plethora of house staff greeting Jin as he walked along the indoor fountain, trying to acknowledge most of them. They had too many servants and it wasn’t Jin’s fault that he didn’t care about most of them. But it was hard when they all looked so sheepish like they had some wretched secret they were supposed to hide but failed.

“Good Afternoon Sir, what brings you here?” Jin’s long legs are no match for the shorter man who usually took care of everything in the manor so he’s a little breathless as he Jogs besides him.

“To my own house? Where I lived for 20 years?” This really was becoming a strange day.

“A-Ah no sir. I meant no disrespect just wanted to be prepared to accommodate you accordingly.”

“Okay,” This was officially starting to annoy him and the furrow in his forehead was getting deeper. He would not get wrinkles because his servant annoyed him in to it. “Alfred… Anders… Andrew. Whatever your name is, I don’t need to announce my arrival at my own home. On second thought, maybe I should.”

The idea is very appealing as he swirls the thought in his head and it’s enough to make him forget the butler’s calls as he enters Jimin’s private wing. He isn’t surprised though when he already hears faint moans but not of a woman for once. It’s undoubtedly Jimin which is again – peculiar because getting off himself wasn’t something Jimin liked to do if he had ‘several other women ready to do it for me’ if quoting him directly. He guesses there is only one way to find out as he approaches the living area, looking at the back of his head resting on the enormous lounge sofa.

“Well hello there brother!” His tongue doesn’t form anymore words when he can finally see Jimin in his line of view – and his father’s fiancé frantically buttoning her blouse to retain some of her dignity. Jimin on the other hand is taking his sweet time tucking himself inside his slacks – shaking his head in disbelief as if Jin’s caused him immense grief.

“…and Amber.” Jin is no stranger to walking in on his brother – or friends really – indulging in all sorts of debauchery but this – this was quite interesting and to put it simply, messy. “Well, well, well. Did you come back to sleep with our step-mother or actually missed your family, god forbid?”

Jimin is no more rattled than a sloth as he runs his hands through his silky golden hair and smacks Amber’s ass as she’s still fiddling with her blouse. “A bit of both.”

“I-I didn’t know you’d b-be back so quick Jin-ah.” Her pearly white teeth that his father paid way too much for are almost blinding him. Yeah he’s not that bored today to play along with her games so he opts for just a dry smile. This was no surprise to him. Especially when the first person she had a fling with in this household was, well, Jin himself.

“Clearly. Thankfully you know father won’t be home until late. Run along now. I’ve got to catch up with your son.” Okay, that one’s on him. He liked to rub it in her face.

“Step-son.” She’s positively seething and Jin couldn’t be more delighted.

“Ooh. Naughty aren’t you? I knew you were always in a bit of incest.”

Jimin’s snort and Amber’s scoff come at the same time but at least it makes her on her way, heels clicking as she’s strutting away.

“I gave the staff one job and they couldn’t even do that.” Jimin walks towards the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a whiskey at 12 in the afternoon – bringing a smile to his face. He did miss his little brother.

“To keep me from finding Amber swallowing your unborn children?

“Thank fuck for that. I’m not ever going to be ready for kids.”

“Understandable. Considering you are one.” Jin’s shit eating grin makes Jimin pour another glass which he drowns in a second too.

“Please tell me how many ‘kids’ you know who’re worth half a billion dollars?”

Not a trick question.

“Almost all of our friends? Plus, we’re brothers you maggot. And I’m worth more.” His stance widens as he splays his feet out in some sort of power pose.

“What now? You want us sword fighting?” Jimin’s glancing to his crotch before he continues, “I’ll win because somebody didn’t let me finish.” Yes, very evident from the hard tent in his slacks.

“No need to resort to unsanitary methods. Talking will do.” He’s waving his hand in dismissal, watching Jimin taking a seat opposite – absolutely no attempts at hiding his boner. “So, what brings you back? Thought you were up in the Bahamas getting tanned and toned and weren’t due back for a few more weeks?”

“Correct but that was until father announced his surprise engagement.” Jimin is on his third glass of whiskey but looks more sober than a priest.

“Is there anything he does these days that isn’t a surprise? I found out I was moving houses from the real estate agent for god’s sake.” That makes Jimin snort out a laugh.

“Christ. He’s a bastard isn’t he?” Jimin had been in boarding school still when Jin had been effectively moved out of the manor in to a skyscraper penthouse because his father had wanted to ‘relax by himself and no kids’. As if he raised them on his own.

“Yup. Turns out he just needed the house to be snitch-free to fuck his secretary/future step-mom.” Plus he was still going through the divorce with their mother.

“I can understand why.” Jimin’s closing his eyes, heading leaning back again as a sultry smile spreads on his youthful face as if he’s reminiscing an irreplaceable memory. “Amber can make you forget you own name.”

“Right?” Jin is letting his inner, less sophisticated horny teenager alter ego slip through as he agrees with his brother about what a good lay their step-mom is.

“You already tap that?” When Jin just winks in Jimin’s direction, he’s clapping and chuckling like he can’t believe it.

“You’re no better than me brother and please, don’t take that as an insult. No offense at all.”

“None taken.” For a moment Jimin truly feels slightly happier. Looking at his brother and remembering sitting across from him while they talked about everything when they were younger and thought they had a chance at becoming people different than their father or their whole family. He had everything. They both had everything. There wasn’t one thing that either of them lacked or desired. So needless to say, their lives were a little grey and lacked excitement. Money though. That never failed to give him a hard-on.

Seeing his brother also made him happy, sure.

“Remember when we were playing in father’s office that one time he left it unlocked?” Jimin continues when Jin nods slowly, “And remember when we were rummaging through the drawers we found a safe and tried to break into it before Anderson caught us?”

“I knew it! He looked like an Anders.” When Jimin just blankly stares at him he mutters an apology and tells him to continue.

“Anyway. I went back and broke in to the safe.”

“Of course you did,” Jin is rolling his eyes but not finding it surprising that his little brother, ever the inquisitive little cat, went back to do exactly what he was told to notdo.

“No, listen,” Jimin’s eyes are increasingly growing frantic as he shifts forward, abandoning his glass of whiskey and Jin knew that this was something juicy. “There were papers inside the safe. Granddad’s will. I made copies.”

“Wait, you told me there was a bunch of cocaine and ecstasy. Nothing else.” Jimin shrugs once again to ask what was his point.

“And?”

“And you stole the papers but not the drugs? My teenage self hates you so much right now.”

“And that poor bastard should be thankful I looked in to the papers otherwise you would become penniless. Very soon.”

What was Jimin trying to say. “Get to the point Jimin. What about Grandpa’s will?”

Jin’s palms were becoming sweaty and a little tick in his left leg had already started and was about to become a full blown restless leg syndrome like a pathetic little office worker worried about losing a promotion.

“Well,” Jimin is moving across the room to sit beside his older brother, turning his lithe body to the side facing him as he starts to explain. “Grandad’s will stated that we were to receive 10% of our inheritance every year starting at the age of 35. Unless father remarried.”

The mention of money always sped up Jin’s heartbeat. It raced in his chest like he was about to win the lottery. Maybe he was?

“What then… ?” Jimin’s Cheshire grin slowly lighting up his whole face was never a good sign. Until now apparently.

“If he remarried before we turned 35, we are to receive our inheritance. In full. At once.”

Jin really felt like his heart would beat out of his chest. Because that was a lot of money.

“That’s-”

“$10 billion.” There was a slight pause as Jimin eagerly awaited his brother’s reaction.

“I think I just had a powergasm.” Jimin is chuckling as he slaps Jin’s back, shaking his older brother out of joy as they both start to gradually laugh louder. Is this how supervillains felt? Jin’s never laughed like this before and it’s no surprise that it’s money that’s doing the trick. Poor people wouldn’t understand.

That’s when another realisation occurs. “That’s why he kicked me out of the house. Because he was going to get engaged and couldn’t risk us retaliating and finding this bit of information out.”

“Precisely big brother.”

“Fuck…. We’re going to be rich as fuck.”

“If he doesn’t figure out a way to get that clause crossed from the will.” Jimin seems a bit nervous for the first time since he had started talking.

But Jin wasn’t. Not when he had people on his side who would love to make some money as well. Well, more money. He wasn’t friends with poor people.

“Don’t worry about it. You still in contact with Taehyung?” Jimin looks at his older brother with a ‘duh’ face.

“You still have a dick?” Jin’s just rolling his eyes as he calls the first number under ‘Y’.

“What?”

“Hello to you too, Min. Say, you want to become rich?” Yoongi on the other end is snorting before he speaks with his signature lazy drawl.

“I’m already rich, you bitch. But I’m having a down day anyway. Tell me more.”

Jin is smirking towards his brother, his body is buzzing and this is the most excited he;s been a while.

“Meet at my place with the other boys. At 2. Lunch is on me.”

“Yes because I desperately need someone to shout me lunch.” He’s had enough of Yoongi’s sarcasm so he just hangs up.

“Well Jimin, lets go get our billions.” Jimin hands his older brother a glass of whiskey before they make a toast.

“Amen.” Jin furrows his brows again.

“You believe in god now?”

“After seeing Amber’s tits? Yeah.”

“Oh hello there. Eavesdropping were we?” A man is leaning against the wall behind you, hands in his pockets while he looks at you head to toe, two small dimples appearing when he grins rather…. cutely you might add.

“U-Uh, n-no?” The handsome stranger is only shaking his head as he walks towards the door where the two brothers had gone in to only half an hour ago.

“Be careful next time little maid.” You hold in the scoff until he disappears inside the room.

“You guys have better discussed Amber’s ass and nothing else of importance because of the audience outside. The pretty little thing Anders hired.

“How does everyone know his name and not me? You don’t even live here Hoseok.” Jin’s scoffing while Jimin worries about the real problem.

“Fucking hell. The staff in this house is more loyal to our father than their own families. What do we do?”

“Leave that to me. Girls never kiss and tell when they’re with me.” with a wick, Hoseok is settling on the couch as well. “Just transfer me $50 million when you both get the money.”

Oh boy. Being rich was hard.

You were screwed. Or at least it looked like you were. Even though you'd been hired months ago - it was not usual to see the 'house Masters' (that's what Anders had called them anyway so you stuck with it). In fact you could count on one hand how many times you'd seen Kim Seokjin around the mansion. though he didn't live here so that wasn't too surprising at first but you did think that he would at least regularly visit his father. the numerous articles written about this family portrayed them as loyal as you can be to your own blood. What behind closed doors however, was a different story.

The eldest son rarely visited his father and his father, your employer, was even more of a rare sight around the Manor. In the three months you'd worked here, you'd seen Mr. Kim twice. And one of those times was when the annual Christmas dinner was hosted. But even for that, the youngest son, Jimin had not been present. So seeing the new face around the Manor today had confused you very much. But the way his perfectly sculpted features, luscious and shiny - oh god was it shiny - hair had told you that he belonged to this family. How close he was? You weren't sure. Until now.

Now that you'd been caught listening in to the scheming going behind the closed doors. He was the youngest son that was asked about a thousand times at the Christmas dinner and each time both, the father and the son, evaded the questions like experts. He was as handsome as the rest of the family so it didn't surprise you much when you found out his identity. Especially when the future house mistress had been lead in to the room by him, all smiles and charming demeanour. You'd naively thought that the step-mother and son - though she looked too good for her age as all rich people did - had quite a close relationship even though this was the first time you were seeing Master Jimin home. Until the moaning had sounded obnoxiously out in the hallway. Anders had tried his best to get to be anywhere other than cleaning the massive hallway that all the rooms connected to but in the end, you'd gravitated towards the noises. Knowing it was wrong for you to listen but not being able to help yourself. The young master's voice was so melodic, so serene, you were almost forgetting that the said noises weren't as innocent as the emotions they were evoking in you.

Your heart had sped up and your fingers had tugged down your uniform subconsciously at the erotic noises emitting from the room. Imagining yourself to be on the giving end of the scenario playing out in the room. But your fantasies had been broken when you'd hear Anders and Mr. Kim's older son's booming voice coming down the hallway. Quickly ducking back in to one of the rooms you were supposed to start dusting in, you'd only caught glimpse of the incredibly handsome Kim Seokjin reprimanding Anders for making him feel unwelcome in his own home. Though you felt for the poor old man. He was nice and looked after you more than you had expected. And the amount of work he had to see through was incredible and you were amazed at how he never failed to complete each and every one of his tasks. Except keeping Mr. Kim out of the young master's room that is. You'd heard the cheeky tone in Jimin's voice when he'd asked Anders to make sure that no one disturbs them. You'd thought stupidly that maybe they wanted to spend quality time with each other since Jimin was back home after a long time. And they spent quality time alright. The noises were a testament to that.

You were suddenly feeling the nervous butterflies in your stomach at the prospect of Jimin being found out by his older brother. And with his step mother no less. Like youwere the one doing something that scandalous. Craning your neck you'd tried to hear, maybe yelling? You'd assumed - wrongly, again - that the older master Kim would be horrified at finding out the debauchery going on inside the room but all you'd seen was a ruffled Amber - you think that's her name from the moans at least - and then joyous laughter which could only mean the brothers meeting. Rich people were bizarre. Did they not have any morals? Nothing settling uneasy in their conscience?

Not that you were any better because you were plainly eavesdropping and that was not how your mother raised you. Though she didn't raise you that much at all in all honesty. But she was quick to correct your mishaps or seemingly 'dishonest' activities. That was all she did really. Mostly your grandmother raised you until you were kicked out at the ripe age of 18 by your mother to 'find your own way' like her crack addicted self told you. She preached but never practiced her own self-righteous attitude more than when she needed to keep you under control. Though your visit down the memory lane is interrupted when your ears catch on to what the two men inside were talking about. The words 'cocaine' catch your attention - it was your mother's favourite at one point. Listening on further was just pure coincidence. But boy oh boy. What were you hearing? Were they going to possibly.... hurt someone for even more money? How much more could they want? They already had enough of it. You didn't realise the pout that had been on your face while you listened to the two brother calling a friend for some 'help'.

Not until someone was clearing their throat behind you, damn near making you knock your head against the wall you had been absentmindedly wiping for the hundredth time. Initially - for the millisecond of the reaction time you had available - you thought Anders would be the one to catch you and for some reason, you weren't as scared. Hence the sheepish smile on your face when you turn around to face whoever it was that had caught you so blatantly trying to listen to whatever was happening. Though your smile - as well as your heart - drops instantly when you see an unfamiliar face in front of you, yet again. And once again - the stranger is handsome, incredibly so. In fact, the toothy grin he's beaming your way is nearly blinding. His white teeth - definitely not natural, though you wouldn't be surprised if they were - smiling up at you as he leant against the wall besides you. How did you not hear him? His body was lithe and somehow you're not surprised that he snuck up on you so easily. Nonetheless, he did and you were in major trouble. He was good-looking enough for you to figure out that he probably belonged in the two master's circle.

“Oh hello there. Eavesdropping were we?” The man is leaning against the wall behind you, hands in his pockets while he looks at you head to toe, two small dimples appearing when he grins rather…. cutely you might add.

“U-Uh, n-no?” The handsome stranger is only shaking his head as he walks towards the door where the two brothers had gone in to only half an hour ago.

"No! Uh I mean. N-No... that's what I mean." You're hoping the desperation in your eyes gives him a hint that you rather not get in to trouble.

“Be careful next time little maid.” His smirk doesn't dissolve. In fact, it seems to get wider. Most likely being able to tell how hard you're trying to make it seem like you were doing the right thing. Definitely not eavesdropping. The handsome stranger is only shaking his head as he walks towards the door where the two brothers had gone in to only half an hour ago. Still watching you.

But alas, your mind malfunctions and the only thing you can think of is to get out of there. Too many good looking men you've seen to last you a decade. You're scurrying away back to the room you were originally supposed to be in and you can hear his chuckle even as you go further down the hallway to the room.

Slumping against the wall, your hand clutches just above where your heart should be. You were sofired. There was no way that whoever this was would not mention you lurking outside the room. Who was he anyway? Oh well, not that you would get to find out because you were stupidly caught eavesdropping. Eavesdropping! How cliché. It was impossible to focus on your work knowing that you will be in immense trouble. Pacing back and forth, rehearsing excuses and explanations to give Anders on why you were outside of your given area. And caught by a guest no less. From what you'd gathered about the older Kim son - he couldn't care less about your presence in the house.

One time he'd come in the living area, stayed for over two hours without acknowledging that you were even in the room. In fact, when Anders had called out to you to return to lend a hand at the kitchen is when he'd looked up at you as if it was the first time he was hearing a name that wasn't his own. Even then, he'd only looked at you for a mere few seconds before going back to the book he'd been reading.

But the newcomer - or old you guess, you'd only just started working after all - you weren't sure how he'd react to finding out your roaming outside his room. Surely, he would be just as aloof and uncaring of a mere maid as you, right? Maybe not if the handsome stranger told him about how well you'd been listening to the conversation inside. Oh lord. This was the only job that paid enough for you to send home and also keep a roof over your head. What were you going to do? You minded your own business but the one day curiosity got you was when you've been caught. Just your luck. Your mother was right. Your curiosity will be your end. And seems like it will be now as well judging from the sound of the doors opening from the young master's suite and several pairs of footsteps coming towards the room you were in.

Your limbs moving like lightning, making sure each and every one of the vases was picked up and dusted through thoroughly - it's obvious you're trying to look as occupied as possible. A few seconds later, the footsteps stop right outside the room you're in and your heart might as well have stopped pumping blood through your body as well with the way your temperature drops from the impending doom. Had they told on you already? Was Anders also outside the door? If he was alone you could've tried to weasel your way out of such a mishap but you doubt the you could even let out a squeak between the three intimidating men.

To your demise, when the men enter the room - Anders is nowhere to be found. The two brothers and the third stranger who had caught you stand in the doorway looking all too.... nerve-racking (for you). Instantly you know that theyknow how nervous you are. Nervous of losing the only source of income that was enough to sustain you. The older of the two brothers is looking at you up and down, slowly and calculating. Like it's the first time he's seeing you. Someone like you at least. Some who wasn't at the same calibre as he. Even his gaze makes you feel poor. Inferior.

Thought it doesn't seem to be intentional. He was inspecting you like you were an enigma when in reality he was the one clad in all sorts of bling you were sure you would only see in the movies. Being so focused and aware of Seokjin, you'd almost forgotten about the two other men in the room. While the stranger leant against the wall like he had earlier, Jimin had taken a seat on the large sofa a few meters away from you. Crossing his, muscular you might add, thighs. Getting comfortable with one of his arms splayed on the back of the cushions while the other rested on the hand rest - completely at ease. The exact opposite of you. While Seokjin was all curious eyes, Jimin seemed to be looking at you with sly eyes, blatantly checking out your frumpy uniform and the duster in your hand. The smirk you'd seen in the morning still ever present on his face.

Never having been in a room with an attractive man such as Seokjin himself - let alone three - you're about ready to faint.

"Are you boys going to start or shall I?" The stranger spoke first. Voice breezy like they were about to have a conversation about the weather with you.

your eyes must still be opened wide when Jimin speaks up. "Relax Hoseok hyung, let the girl breathe first. You okay sweetheart?"

His saccharine sweet tone instantly soothes some of the nerves and the smile he sends your way, the wrinkles appearing around his round eyes making you feel all warm inside.

"U-Uh, wh-what? Oh I-I'm-" The elder cuts you off however. Seemingly not being able for you to finish up your stuttering. Hm, he definitely wasn't as nice as the other two.

"Anyway, what were you doing outside master Jimin's wing, little one?" The nickname makes your face redder than it was, feeling your blood rush in your head suddenly. Never did you think that the sons of your employer would actually refer to themselves as 'master'. You definitely guessed wrong. At least Jimin hadn't. You reallydid like him better even if he was about to fire you.

And guess what you do next? Sabotage yourself even further of course. Your mouth has no filter when you're nervous because the words come stumbling out before you can stop yourself.

"I heard your plan to get money from your dad!" The words almost sound like a really long, poorly pronounced word. A breath leaves you in a rush like you' been holding it in for a while after your word vomit. "Or w-well I guess.... m-more money."

The last words are whispered almost to yourself but the way the men are now widening their eyes at you - you know they heard every word.

"Excuse me?" The handsome stranger - Hoseok, now you know - fills the defining silence with the most endearing laughter you've heard in your small life-time just as Seokjin's incredulous tone has you shrinking back in to yourself.

"And what do you suppose... you will do with that information, hm?" Jimin slowly gets up from his place on the couch, straitening his dress pants. The Cheshire smirk still upturning the corners of his mouth as he stalks towards you. Slow, with purpose, to undoubtedly make you more nervous than you were feeling surrounded by him and his older brother standing adjacent to you.

"I-I... I won't say a-anything." You're taking a deep breath before you say the next words - gathering all the courage that you were able to. About to do something you never dreamed you would have to. "If you don't f-fire me."

Even though you are outright blackmailing these chaebol brothers and with a witness present, you can't help the frown creasing your forehead at your unethical actions. Who were you blackmailing people that can probably have your existence removed from this earth?! They certainly had enough money for it.

"And if we do fire you, little one?" The screech that leaves your throat at the unexpected closeness of Seokjin as he leans his head down. Close enough that you instinctively take a step back as his deep coal orbs bore in to yours - challenging you to respond.

"I-I-I um," you gulp, looking anywhere but his intense eyes that won't let you breathe. "I'll tell y-your father!"

Your reply is defiant but nowhere near as threatening as you'd wanted it to be. In all honesty, you just want to keep your job. Seokjin's eyebrows shoot upwards at your feigned bravery and the bold claim. How would you even get in touch with his father?

You'd only ever seen him from a distance in person. Here's to hoping they don't call you on your bluff.

"Oh will you now?" His head tilts almost menacingly, still staring right down at you. The arms that come around to wrap themselves around you are purely in instinct. You were out of your depth here and desperately hoping they'd forget about this and ignore you. You were a mere house staff and a very lowly one at that.

Surely they won't fall to your words. This was stupid and you were doomed. You're about ready to apologies when Jimin speaks making your head snap towards him.

"Calm down, brother." His smile is then directed at you. "What's your name darling?"

"Y-Y/n." Your brain was on auto-pilot and you just wanted to be out of trouble.

"Well, y/n, don't worry." Jimin is close enough that you can smell his cologne. It smells heavenly and you almost want to sniff as much as you can to take in the smell while it's there. "Our mouths are barred," head leaning down just as Seokjin had been earlier, "as long as yours is."

Jimin was smooth. Slick and smooth with his hypnotic eyes, euphonious voice and tranquil words making sure you were listening. Comprehending every word. You're nodding along with him - actions a little quivery. Until another thought pops up in your head.

"W-What if h-he dobs me in?" Your head gestures towards Hoseok's animatedly in your nervous state. Completely missing the chuckle that sounds from the accused.

Jimin is biting his bottom lip, holding himself back from flat out laughing in your face probably.

"Don't you worry, sweetheart. We're all bounded in this contract. Deal?" He's nodding at you, prompting you to nod your understanding as well.

Seokjin is still scrutinising you, stepping back now that Jimin had taken over. You glance in Jimin's eyes before nodding once again - much more firmly.

"Excellent. Shall we seal this deal?" He looks around to Hoseok who just gestures with his hand 'as you wish' with a grin similar to Jimin's. It's like they're all communicating in some symbolic language that goes above your head. Seokjin doesn't respond but now stand besides Jimin.

When Jimin is looking back at you, a singular eyebrow raised - you nod as well. "O-Okay."

Hastily, you're wiping your clammy hands on your uniform to bring it forward and shake his hand. That's what he meant right?

The golden haired boy only smirks at your outstretched hand as his gaze falls back to your reluctant face. Your nerves are settling slightly when his arm is making its way to you as well - thanking god above that this was going to be over soon.

Until the said hands bypasses yours waiting to shake his and settles on the wall beside your head and your own eyes watch its descent. Before you can ask any questions or even make sense of what's happening, your head is tilted backwards slightly when a pair of voluptuous lips take their residence on your own. The noise of surprise leaving the back of your throat is the only other heard in the otherwise quiet room. Your hand instinctively going to grab at the arms caging you between them.

Jimin's kiss is all consuming, his lips gently sucking yours in the most unwavering embrace. Embrace is a bit of a stretch. While one hand had squashed any hopes of your escape, the other made it impossible as it held on to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb as his tongue swiped over your lips. A whimper leaves your mouth when he does so and only a few seconds later, Jimin is pulling away with a wet 'pop' of his lips. His petal soft ones are moist and gently coloured with a natural deep pink.

You're barely breathing, eyes half closed when Hoseok has stepped besides the smirking Jimin.

"What a-"

"We're sealing it with a kiss, Darling. All of us." You felt like you were going to faint. Kissing one of them was this taxing - in the best way with the way the butterflies were going haywire in your tummy - how were you going to kiss all threeof them?

"I- Okay." You sound defeated and overwhelmed but ready to have someone fill the void that was left when Jimin stopped kissing you.

Hoseok has taken Jimin's place, swiftly pushing his head closer to yours, nuzzling your nose with his - an oddly intimate act - before his soft lips push against yours. Your arms have found their way to the top of his chest purely on instinct once more. Needing to hold on to something so your weak knees don't give out beneath you.

His kiss is more delicate than Jimin's. Much softer. Until he pulls back for the first time of course. Only to crash his mouth on to yours with a ferocity you were not expecting. Your hands are itching to tug on the silky strands of his hair but you resist. You're not sure if you should even kiss him back. What were you doing? Kissing strangers. It was a little too late to think about that anyway because there was no plausible reason you could think of at the moment to stopkissing him back.

"That's enough hyung. Let her breathe." Jimin's impish chuckle sounds from the room somewhere just as Hoseok's touch gets dangerously close to the curvature of your breasts.

He breaks away with a dramatic 'chu' as his lips part from yours. Sparkling from how shiny they were from your combined saliva. Jimin was right. You really needed to breathe before you fainted - especially with the way your knees wobbled, trying your best to rest against the wall behind you. Hoseok's eyes are still staring raptly at you, the knowing smirk still ever present. It briefly slips down to your heaving chest and even though the uniform was virtually shapeless - you felt almost naked under his scrutiny.

Evidently, your cheeks are reddening even further as he steps back, your heart skipping several beats and blood pressure spiking shortly after when you realise who was next - Kim Seokjin. Somehow, you'd expected the state of subtle arousal to dissipate to a certain degree. The substantial dislike you'd acquired for his tone whenever addressing you had been pushed to the side as he took his place in front of you. Your eyes lock, heart stopingly striking features making you breathless once again.

He, undoubtedly, intimidated you the most out of all of them. Eyes flicking back and forth between the other men and Seokjin, you're trying not to get nervous with each second that passes. Hoseok had not waited long enough to let the panic rise from deep down and you were thankful for that. Because nervous you was not appropriate. Not at all. But then again nothing about kissing your boss's sons and their friends was appropriate. You were way past that point. He places his hand besides your head, just as the other two had done. Bracing your hands behind you on the wall, you're ready for him to steal your breath away.

What you weren't expecting was the gentle press of lips against your cheek. A surprised gasp leaves past your - very lonely - lips. Trying to hide the disappointment that's trying to claw its way on to your face, you stay very still like moving even just an inch might be catastrophic for you. Just as soon as he kissed you, he's pulling away. You hadn't noticed his other hand that had been just shy of holding your waist - hovering besides it like he was uncertain. Which was a crazy thought to you.

"Nowit's a deal." Jimin speaks up from behind Seokjin. Seokjin's broad shoulders had almost completely blocked your view of the other two men in the room that you had momentarily forgotten about them.

Seokjin moves away just as fast as his little peck on your cheek. Which makes you wonder if you were that indigent to him, this unappealing, that he'd resorted to a little peck on your cheek. This was ridiculous on its own because your perception of reality was so skewed considering the events that had transpired in the past hour. A few hours ago you were getting ready to do your weekly thorough cleaning of the vast left wing - now you were internally pouting at not receiving a kiss from one of the three most handsome men you'd ever laid your eyes on. Not to forget - two out of three were your employers.

The realisation is enough to jolt you out of your thoughts and speculations, looking around at all of them. "I should go."

Your words are shaky, rightfully so with how much physical intimacy you received in the last hour than the last month. Neither of the three men stop surveying your tremulous tip-toeing towards the door, trying to get out of the stifling room that was feeling too small with all the bodies occupying it.

They don't stop you when you're fumbling with the golden doorknob, finally pulling open the door. Though why would this day get any easier for you, right? And what had you done in your previous life to deserve this.... predicament. Standing in front of you, was another man. That's right. Another one. Beautiful, incredibly so. He seems to be just as tall as Jimin, ivory skin with a healthy amount of flush.

"Well, hello... maid." His deep - puzzled voice sends shivers down your spine as you stare Bambi eyed at him. Why were all these men so, comically handsome? He looks just as puzzled as he sounds.

"Ah! Perfect timing Yoongi hyung." The loud, boisterous voice startles you once again, whipping around to face Hoseok while Jimin walks towards the newcomer.

"Is the another one of your role-play threesomes Jimin? Poor thing looks like she's going to cry. Unless you're a professional actress?"

The last question is directed at you as he looks into your eyes, his own lovely face frowning as he inspects your uniform. Before you can answer though, Seokjin is scoffing, taking a seat on the couch once again with the drink in his hand that he'd been pouring earlier.

"Please, I wouldn't be here if that were true. Come, have a seat. She won't cry." He waves his dismissal of you and once again - your face is heating. This time in irritation.

Yoongi just shrugs, eyes still watching you as he sits beside a lounging Seokjin who offers him a drink. "So, what's the little maid doing here?"

Jimin is smirking again as he looks towards his older brother. "Let me explain." he offers.

"Make my friend a drink, little one."

"Pardon?" Seokjin sighs, as if being greatly inconvenienced that he has to elaborate.

"Just because you got a few kisses from us doesn't relieve you of your duties, yes?" His narrowed eyes are condescending but you can't say anything. Because he was right. You were still a maid at their house despite the little stunt they pulled earlier (you were complicit).

"Y-Yes. Of course." Eyes downcast as you make your way to the liquor cabinet, taking out the bottle that Seokjin had previously to pour himself one.

"Wait, you guys kissed your maid?" Yoongi's unbelievable laugh makes the blood rush back in to your cheeks. They were discussing you like you weren't there and it was embarrassing to say the least. Though they definitely out-ranked you on the power spectrum so you doubt they really cared much about your input.

"It was a transaction, nothing much of it."

"Talk about yourself, mine was definitely more than that." Jimin is scoffing but you still hear the smirk in his voice. "Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

You know he's talking to you even if he doesn't know your name yet but you resist the urge to turn around, already too embarrassed at how easily you'd given in to their advances. Wiping your hands down on your uniform again to get rid of the sweat that's been accumulating, you carefully hold the heavy liquor glass. Hoping that it doesn't slip from your clammy hands otherwise you were in a lot more trouble than before.

Hands slightly shaking, you stop right before you reach the couch, bending forward to hand the newest face his glass of whiskey. You hadn't noticed before but all 4 of them had been watching you. Carefully examining your composure and the nervousness pouring off of your frame as you tried to keep your eyes on the glass. You make the mistake of glancing up at Yoongi and almost drop the glass like you'd been trying to avoid. Thankfully, he mercifully takes it from you - eyes still watching as he takes a sip.

"Sorry! Sorry..."

"That's okay little one. What's your name?"

"Wait yeah. we never asked her name." Hoseok muses from the opposite couch he's sitting on and Yoongi scoffs at them all again. But they did? Did they really forget my name already?

"Really now?" He's shaking his head mumbling 'egocentric fools' before his eyes turn back to you. "Go on."

Taking a deep breath. Wondering if you should give your real name or a fake one this time in case they try to have you fired when you're gone. You decide to be brave and tell them your name. Again.

"Y/n." No stuttering, thank god.

"How long have you been working here y/n? I would remember a pretty face like yours." Yoongi's tone is light, not flirty like his words suggested. He seemed like a person who just talked this way - complimenting people he deemed worthy of them.

"Three- Three and a half months now." Your voice gets quieter the longer your sentence goes on. The blush on your face is now permanent because of how intently all of them seem to be looking at you. you also need to fight the urge to shuffle your feet around like you were on trial for something bad you did and they were the judge and the jury. In a sense you guess that they were because you wouldn't be here otherwise.

"Hm. Somehow I'm seeing you for the first time today." You bite you tongue, wincing lightly at your own strength but you had to. Otherwise you would go on a tangent about how he really rarely looked at the staff in his own home. Seokjin just annoyed you! Biting on your lip - a nervous habit - you contemplate whether you should ask if you can go.

You were soclose before.

"Please, hyung. You would've if you stopped admiring yourself every chance you got." Jimin mocks his older brother.

"Not my fault I look like this." Seokjin is gesturing to himself like it's a great burden being that good looking. Then again you don't know. It could be.

"Settle down children." Yoongi rolls his eyes at the two brother bickering, checking his gold toned Rolex before speaking again, "so, what's this scheme I’ve been summoned for? Spit it out."

"That'll be all y/n." Jimin's charming smile is directed at you all of a sudden when Yoongi mentions the dreaded plan that you'd overheard. Nonetheless, the way your name slips off his tongue sends a small shiver down your spine, nodding at him before staggering towards the door.

"Don't forget our deal, little one." You can hear Hoseok snickering when Jimin calls out behind your retrieving figure.

Knees almost knocking into each other when you're outside the room, you let out the biggest breath that you were once again, unwarily holding. What had you gotten yourself in to?

Everything was coming crashing down onto your psyche. The gravity of the situation was settling on you and you could feel the hyperventilation lurking nearby. These were not just normal everyday people who happen to have more money than you. The Kim family was affluent and prominent. They didn't follow the normal dynamics of society like all the other wealthy and rich in this country. They made the rules that they wantedto follow. Remembering the incident from when you'd just started working here, you could feel your heart drop down to your toes.

It was your second week on the job and your timorous nature was taking a back seat slowly - getting a hang of your duties. Anders was kind and let you settle in and perhaps because you were just as old as his granddaughter he'd told you about. Minhyuk - another staff member that you'd seen around the Manor and quite honestly developed a small crush on - had been showing you the east wing and what your duties included. You didn't have much to do there as it was Mr Kim's quarters, including his study and office where he worked once in a while. Not everyone had access to that area of the house and you figured it was because of his work. maybe he was really particular about the way things were done. You just didn't think much of it.

"You will always be given your schedule of the type and duration of cleaning required the day before when it comes to Master Kim's rooms so please take note of that."

He smiles sweetly as he shows you around. The notepad in your hand, you're diligently taking notes because you did not want to risk leaving all of this new information to your forgetful nature. You swear you hear him mumble 'cute' when he's watching you but the sound of heels clicking on the marble floors distract you both. When you look up - your jaw is almost dropping to the floor. You's seen Mr Kim's partner a fair few times - on the news that is. In person she was even more... unreal. Tall, thin with equally bright and big bone structure. It didn't phase you when you learnt that she was indeed - a model.

"Good morning Am- Ms King!" Her pearly whites make a small appearance before she curls her lips in an almost sensual smile.

"Good morning Minhyuk. Who is this?" She doesn't spare you a glance when she questions, fingers lingering on his shoulder as she leans in a little close to him.

The blush lettering Minhyuk's cheek tells you that this isn't the first time she's been this close to him. He introduces you as the newest staff addition but she doesn't seem to be listening. What she does though is start to question him about his weekend. Making him almost forget that you're there. What does capture your attention meanwhile is the slight rustle - as if someone had walked away from around the corner. You're only able to catch the colour black and a suit comes to mind automatically.

"Everything alright y/n?" Minhyuk's voice makes you whip your head around back to him and you catch Ms King watching you as well.

"I-I just thought I saw someone." Ms King frowns at that.

"That must be Ryuk. Excuse me." She just smiles - one that doesn't reach her eyes as she steps away. Ryuk?

Sensing your confusion, Minhyuk answers your unanswered question. "That's Mr. Kim. His first name is Ryuk. Weird right?"

You just chuckle along with him - completely missing the underlying panicked tone. He continues the tour but after your run-in with Mr Kim's fiancé, he seems to be on edge.

The next day at work - Minhyuk is nowhere to be seen. Not the next day either. Then never again. A month later - you receive your new duties in the east wing. Minhyuk's designated area.

"Excuse me sir," Anders looks up from the sheets of paper he'd been handing out to the rest of the staff, "Isn't it M-Minhyuk's area? Am I temporarily-"

He doesn't let you finish. "He doesn't work here anymore dear. These will be your permanent duties until further notice."

Your heart clenches at his direct tone. He only spoke like this to you on your first day at work. He doesn't elaborate any further and you get the hint to not further question the change in staff.

You don't see Minhyuk again.

How were you so asinine that you didn't connect the dots before? Minhyuk's panic as he'd shown you to your duties after Mr Kim had possibly seen you three chatting with his Fiancé, him getting replaced - fired? - with you. He was simply removed from the Manor and you'd never heard his name from any of the other staff members either. It's like he never worked there. You were rapidly fading down the doomed rabbit hole. Already thinking of about a hundred ways Mr Kim's sons could have you disposed of. Maybe you were thinking too much? Not possible. With this family, anything was possible.

The tear that falls down your face has you bringing your cold hand up to your hot cheeks. Foolishly, you've forgotten to go much further away from the room you'd exited from. The panic clouding your senses as you fished for your phone from your pocket, hastily dialling your grandmother's house phone.

A few rings later, you hear your mother's annoyed tone. "H-hello Mama."

Her tone turns sickly sweet, dishonest you know but you try to trick your heart and your brain in to believing her concern. "Hi dear! Haven't heard from you in so long. Are you not at work?"

Her tone turns serious and worried instantly at the prospect of you not being at work. You also want to tell her that you called every two days after work but she never wanted to speak to you unless it was payday. But that doesn't hurt you nearly as much as her not even being remotely entered in your wellbeing.

"I am at work. Could you... could you put Nana on the phone please?"

"Um. Okay." That's it. your voice is cracking and you know she can hear you but she doesn't care enough to ask.

"Hello? y/n?"

"Nana." whimpering, you try to not burst out crying. Keeping the intense emotions at bay.

"What's wrong dear? Are you alright?" Hearing her perturbed tone at your distressed one only makes the tears fall quicker, making you slap them away so they don't blur your vision completely.

"Nana... I might be in trouble. I-I might get..." fired. You couldn't say it. Once you let her know you were a hundred percent sure your mother would be incessant in having her spill the bad news. She would make your grandmother's life hell and you couldn't do that to her. Your mother needed the steady money to keep her in rehab. You had hopes that since she was at least going to rehab - that one day she could be a good mother to you.

"What dear? You can tell me y/n." Pushing your hand over your mouth, you try and swallow the sob before it passes through the phone. Though you could already hear your mother asking your Nana what was going on.

"Be quiet Elizabeth! I'll tell you."

"I-I'm okay. I just miss you." You could do this. your grandmother didn't deserve this. No one deserved this just because you made a foolish mistake and you hope she doesn't question you further.

"We miss you too dear. So much. Will you be able to visit soon? Let her get back to work Ma." Your mother sounded angry and you wanted to scream at her through the phone that at least your grandmother cared.

"I'll let you know. I have to go now Nana. I love you."

"I love you too darling. So much." She stays on the line for a few more moments. Making sure you didn't want to say anything else.

Dropping your head down in your lap - you let the last few stray tears fall, trying to stay as quiet as possible. You needed to pull it together. Your family was counting on you to keep this job and you were going to fight for it. Even if you were several outnumbered. You had their secret and that should count for something, right? As long as you appeared strong in front of them - maybe they'll leave you alone.

Dusting off your uniform, wiping away at your face and checking it in the nearest grand mirror on the wall - you get to work. You still had a job.

What you domiss though, is the man who had witnessed your panicked tears. He hadn't expected himself to be this affected but the way his heart clenched and his hands curled into fists at your disturbed state - he'd never wanted to comfort someone this badly. Empathy. A foreign emotion indeed.

[xiubaek-13]

Unusual Suspects

Prompt: Minseok (feat Baekhyun, sorrynotsorry) + “You taste like fucking candy.” + “You heard me. Take it off.”

Setting/AU: Vampire

Warnings: it’s kind of a crack drabble, mentions of blood & death, supernatural themes, swearing, standard vampire stuff, implied smut.

Word Count: 2,366

A/N: Again, sorry this took so long anon, I hope you enjoy it. The idea was originally going to be a witch/wizard au but the vampire one came to me after seeing this prompt and I kept laughing about it so I had to make it happen. 

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  Knock knock.

You groan from underneath the pillow you’d put over your head in an attempt to block out the incessant knocking at your front door. Who the fuck door knocks at this time of night? You sleepily grabbed your phone, the screen illuminating, temporarily blinding you while showing you the ungodly hour of 3am.

    Knock knock.

Three in the fucking morning. You had no missed calls, unread messages or anything to indicate that someone needed you, and really, if they needed you then odds were that they also knew where your spare key was kept and would just let themselves in.

    Knock knock.

You threw the covers off in a huff, half asleep, barely human and 100% pissed off - like a cat when it has to have a bath. You got up and stumbled to the door, your equilibrium not quite caught up to the fact that your body was upright and moving. You did pretty well to only fall into the wall twice.  

Your hair was a mess and you probably had drool on your face but those were things that alert people considered, not abruptly awoken in the middle of the goddamned night people. Those people only had three thoughts - Do I need to pee? Who do I kill for waking me? And Can I go back to sleep now?. You flung the door open - again, alert people would probably have some sense of self preservation and maybe not open the door at 3am to complete strangers - and grumpily sized up the two people in front of you. Why the fuck did they look so pleasant and AWAKE? The two men in front of you seemed pleasantly surprised that you’d opened the door.

They didn’t look at you like they’d spent the better part of fifteen minutes knocking on your front door, no they looked like the picture perfect missionaries who usually woke you up (at a much more reasonable hour of 8 or 9am). One wore white, the other wore black. Both had black hair, styled more than your standard missionary would have theirs but who knew what the hell these two did given they were knocking on your goddamned door at 3am, maybe they were a bit vain, you didn’t care. They looked rather harmless to you in your current state. The only thing that stood out were their eyes, those were far too intense for your standard missionaries, even your barely awake, murderous self could see that. Still, there were people knocking on your door at 3am who looked poised to try and sell you on the word of god and you were not having it. Jesus would want you to be well rested if he expected you to follow the thou shalt not murder commandment.

All you wanted was to go back to bed and be left alone. 3am was not  time for a conversation on your doorstep. You wanted them gone, the sooner the better. “Seriously, what the hell do yo-”

The one in white smiled sweetly at you as he stepped forward and asked. “Hello! Do you have a minute to talk about Dracula?”

You couldn’t believe you were about to shut down the messengers of god this early in the morning but here you were. Normally you played along then gave some witty remark about making a deal with a crossroads demon or telling them that you were actually the antichrist, or that you were waiting for your human sacrifice to turn up. Those were always post coffee conversations, when your wit was less bitchy. These two weren’t getting any of that treatment today. No, you were going to keep it short and sweet. A simple ‘no’ then you could close the door and go back to bed. “No- wait, Dracula?” Well that was unexpected. It did explain the stupid hour of the day though.

“Yes!” The one in black stepped forward as well, smiling warmly, happy that you’d basically recanted your rejection of their presence.

“You’re vampires?” You asked. You weren’t quite awake enough to remember two very, very important things. 1. Vampires were not real and 2. If they were by some weird twist of fate, actually real vampires, then you most definitely should not invite them in. You should close the door, go back to bed and sleep it off. You didn’t do that though, instead opting to rub your eyes and take a proper look at these alleged vampires. The one in white was slightly taller than the other. He had broad shoulders, dark tousled hair, khol lined eyes & a lean body. Everything about him appealed to you, which made sense if you were to believe that he was a creature of the night. You could happily ogle him for hours but you mind reminded you that a) it was rude to stare and b) there was another man for you to roam your eyes over. You stared at him unabashedly which didn’t seem to unnerve him, if anything it interested him. He was only slightly taller than you, with dark hair that fell into his feline eyes, which were also lined, but with a smoky red liner. His black shirt clung to him and you could see that whilst he wasn’t as tall as his partner, he was muscular.

As you stared at the two men the one in black smirked at you and spoke softly. “Yes. We have pamphlets.” As he spoke the other held out one of the aforementioned pamphlets in his delicate fingers. This whole encounter so far was utterly ludicrous.

You took it from him and flipped it over in your hands, confused as the logical part of your brain tried to get through to you. “Vampires have missionaries?” The concept seemed utterly stupid. Vampires were the fictional beasts from gothic horror. They were entities with powers that were almost unmatched, not quiet door to door missionaries like the pair standing in front of you. Still, you had questions. Even if they were scamming you, they had piqued your interest.

“Where else would new vampires come from?” The taller of the two asked, cocking his head to the side as he laughed lightly at your question like you were the one saying crazy outlandish things.

“I assumed you bit people.” You shrugged. If you were to believe the tales from your childhood, vampires - still fictional - created more of their kind by biting someone and draining them of their blood, and once the person was at death’s door they fed them some of their blood. Then they let them die. Once the victim died the blood in their system would raise them as a new baby vampire. The stories were always like this, some small variations existed here and there but what do semantics matter when the whole concept is fictional?

The shorter one frowned slightly at your response and nodded, clasping his hands behind him. “There are many harmful stereotypes. May we come in?”

“I guess.” Was your stupid answer, stupid because had you been more awake or even remotely concerned for your safety you would have never let two strangers into your home during the day, let alone at 3 in the goddamned morning. But the words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them. Not even five minutes ago you’d been ready to tell whoever was at your door exactly where they could go and/or what implement to shove up their own ass so that you could get yourself back into bed and back to sleep but here you were, stepping aside to let the two men (whose names you hadn’t bothered to ask because manners were also apparently not a thing right now) enter your home.

You led them to your kitchen and started to pour yourself a glass of juice. “Should I offer either of you a drink or is that a little on the nose?”

The taller one laughed and shook his head. “And she’s funny at 3am, I like her.”

“I must apologise for my partner. He appears to have forgotten his manners. My name is Xiumin & this is Baekhyun.” He inclined his head towards his partner who just seemed happy to be indoors.

“We don’t usually get this far to be honest. People usually say some rather crude things to us.” Baekhyun looked around the room, his eyes shining. “You have a lovely home.”

“Thanks? It’s a mess right now but it’s super early or super late, who the hell knows, and I wasn’t expecting guests.” You stifle a yawn as you vaguely gesture around the room.

Xiumin stepped forward, drawing your attention back to him. His sharp gaze held you in your spot as he smirked and closed the gap between the two of you. “You know, you really should be more careful. Letting two complete strangers into your home at any hour is a risk but in the dead of the night after they told you they were vampires? That’s downright stupid.”

You froze as you finally realised the position you were in. Whilst they weren’t hulking muscle pigs you were outnumbered and you were pretty sure they were still stronger than you. “The vampire thing is a joke though, right?” You half heartedly laughed. “I mean they aren’t real…”

You turned your head as you heard Baekhyun chuckle from across the room as he inspected some of the photos you had pinned to a board. He paused with a photo of you and your best friend in his hands and looked at you, his eyes darker and more menacing than before. “Oh my dear, vampires are very real. We’ve just had to amend our methods of conversion over the years.” Your eyes widened in fear as you spotted his fangs as he spoke. “We figured it worked so well for the church over the years, so why not try it. We increase both our numbers and our real estate portfolio for every home we’re invited into.”

You were scared, there was no point in denying that fact, but the more time you spent with the two of them, the more comfortable you felt in their presence. The longer they spoke to you, the less terrified you became. You figured you’d try to keep them talking until that fear subsided a bit more. Then you’d be able to work out a way out of this, negotiate with them or something.

You kept them talking, asking their answers to other common stereotypes associated with vampires. You figured they’d have to have them in case someone didn’t let them into their home but still wanted to talk. Their answers were so well formulated and convincing that it almost undid the two and a half decades of fear mongering you’d been fed. Almost. Twenty minutes later, you were still terrified and fearing for your life. You didn’t want to die yet, you still had recipes you wanted to make and what good were they if you couldn’t stomach food anymore? Would animals hate you if you were a vampire? You’d sooner die and have that be it than live out an existence where every dog and cat hated you.

You must have given a voice to those fears because you heard Baekhyun chuckle again as he moved back across the room towards you. “You shouldn’t be scared little one.” Xiumin sighed as he continued to stare at you. “We’ve been watching you and think that you’d make the perfect addition to our little family. I promise, we’ll let you enjoy your time with us before we turn you. You’re less likely to hate us after if we show you how good one of our kind can make you feel.”

“And who said we have to turn you tonight?” Baekhyun added. “Darling, we have so much planned. We can take our time, work out all of these niggling human concerns of yours.”

Xiumin held your face in his hands. “Tell me no after I kiss you and we’ll turn you now, but if you tell me yes then you’ll have a night that you won’t regret.” He attached his lips to yours. You felt the soft, plush lips against yours and strangely the fear you had started to dissipate. He didn’t force the kiss, seemingly waiting until you either pushed him away or made a move to show him you wanted to continue. Either way, you were going to die tonight. That much had been made clear. The choice had been made and there was no way you were going to be able to fend off two vampires and not die a horribly painful death. In the back of your mind your brain gave you two options, either die now or let them give you pleasure before dying. It even threw in the possibility that you were still dreaming and if you were dreaming then you’d obviously go for the option of sex with two hot vampires.

You settled on throwing caution to the wind, something you’d done a lot tonight, and responded to his movements allowing him to take your bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue swiping along it. He released your lip and kissed you again, this time deepening the kiss. He varied the pressure he applied, giving you soft kisses then deep hungry, breath stealing kisses. When you eventually broke the kiss you were panting as you tried to catch your breath. You meant to ask make a witty comment about how that was a bold move for a missionary but what came out of your mouth was more of a moan than words.

He trailed kisses from your mouth down to your neck, nipping and sucking at your flesh. “You taste like fucking candy.” He groaned into your shoulder as he momentarily stopped himself.

His voice was a low rasp and you thought he’d said something but you were too caught up in how his mouth felt against your skin and didn’t hear him. “Sorry what?”

“You heard me. Take it off.”

[vaingloriosa]

Fur Better or Fur Worse

RK900/Nines x Reader

Words: 1.5k

Summary: The unexpected pregnancy of your cat, Gemma, brings out an unexpected friendship with your hot neighbor.

Author’s note: < REBLOG to ZYPE > HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRYAN DECHART! if it weren’t for the chat, i would’ve never known this man's birthday...now my life knows no peace. man, y’all, i cannot believe i am still around these neck of the woods...after ALL THIS TIME. here’s to bryan choosing not to cosplay nines because he’d be so damn powerful that it’d be game over for me and my [redacted]. enjoy the early upload!!

“Oh, Gemma, what have you gotten yourself into?”

You first noticed the bump on accident as you were preparing your orange tabby’s food. Gemma had become impatient at your slow pace when she stood up on her hind legs to claw at your thigh. You narrowed your eyes when you examined her closely. You always attributed her general plumpness to just her living her life deliciously but then you realize that you had gotten it all wrong.

Gemma is pregnant.

How could this be? You always kept the tabby indoors where she wouldn’t get into risky behavior and get herself hurt. You prided yourself in being the best cat parent, always keeping an eye on her whenever she was within your eyesight. However, you couldn’t always track her movements and you never trusted home security devices ever since they were introduced.

Then you remember the unbearable heat weave the swept across Detroit in mid-August. You couldn’t help but crack the window just a few inches...

Oh, gosh, Gemma must’ve escaped through the window of opportunity to explore the outside world. Now, you watch your cat give birth to her first litter of kittens inside your cramped closet. You close your eyes as you hear the small movement coming from within the box you had prepared beforehand for Gemma. You didn’t know how you would be able to take care of kittens with your new job that demanded more of your undivided attention and time. Taking care of Gemma was one thing but kittens required supervision, special care that was vastly different than an adult cat, and you weren’t sure if you can do this alone.

You move your head to face the new mother licking one of her kittens.

“Hold on a second,” you say underneath your breath and inch closer towards the cardboard box. While Gemma mindlessly tends to the kitten, you squint your eyes at your revelation.

“Gemmy, you little bastard, tell me you did not fuck the hot neighbor’s cat.”

Her soft little meow followed by her eyes closing a tiny bit gave you all the answers that you needed.

The kittens fur, although not fully set yet, were a shade of orange and gray with some kittens having orange paws. They all had gray tortoiseshell fur from head to toe. You rise from your crouched position to look over at your window. From the outside you can see the house lights at your neighbor’s and suddenly you feel like you’re in “The Great Gatsby�� looking off into the light of the East Egg. Even from the distance you can make out the silhouette of the Russian Blue father.

You bite the bottom of your lip in contemplation.

Nines was more of an anomaly, a concept, rather than an actual real person. He felt like a ghost of sorts, always working odd hours down at the Detroit Police Department downtown. In your initial meeting, you found out that he’s an android after your housewarming gift of a pie was for nothing. However, Nines was thankful and even kept the damn thing. After that, you two never talked to each other but that didn’t stop you from coming up with silly daydreams that involved a lot of domesticity bliss and then some...

You were kind of dreading bringing this subject up.

A week goes by and you’re about nearly had it up to here with the kittens’ constant crying while you’re trying to fall asleep. Your work as a pharmacist had you constantly on your feet and all you wanted to do when you got home was relax. To be deprived of what little free time you had to tend to these kittens was overwhelming. Gemma was only one cat mother so it had to be all hands on deck to help her out.

As you plop your ass on the hardwood floors, you knew enough was enough. You’ve noticed the soft glow coming from Nines’ house beforehand and you had to seize the moment. You gather up the cardboard box with both Gemma and her kittens with your intent to march up to Nines’ door and demand some sort of child support. Cat food, kitten formula, hell, you would even settle for back massage at this point. All you needed was some peace of mind and to sleep for a one solid fucking hour.

The moment the door opens, the box of cats suddenly becomes heavy in your arms and your skin begins to form goose flesh all over. Those are some very gray eyes.

Nines tilts his head and says your name. “Are you aware of the time?”

You blink frantically, whooshing away those romantic thoughts and remembering why the hell you came here anyways. Gemma lets out a small meow and Nines looks down at the cardboard box.

“Thanks for answering your door at such a weird hour. I, um, I think your cat might have gotten my cat pregnant? And by the looks of her kittens, your cat is the only viable option.”

Nines draws closer to the box and reaches inside to pick up one of the kittens. He gazes into Gemma’s eyes, his own slight hooded, and pitches his voice up a few octaves. “Do you mind?”

Gemma answers him with another meow and exposes her belly towards him. Nines nods his head, a small smile forming at his lips, then secures the tiny kitten in the palm of his hand. The glow from the lights inside illuminates the gray and orange mewling kitten and you did not how you were keeping your cool; feeling an urge to place the box down and asking if you could kiss him after watching his soft behavior with your Gemma. Suddenly, a familiar gray cat appears at the door frame and brushes up against Nines’ leg.

“Oh my gosh!” you screech out in your tender animal voice. You can’t help but smile when you see the Russian Blue in the flesh for the first time. You gently place the box down on the porch and kneel down to get a better look. However, the gray cat did not want nothing to do with you because once his eyes lock onto Gemma, he immediately brushes past you and into the cardboard box with your cat. You watch the cat nuzzle his head against hers, licking her head as a gentle hello. Your heart melts at watching your cat receiving affection that you always yearned for.

Nines kneels down to place the kitten from his hands back with their mother. You two watch in fascination at the interaction between both of your cats. You reach over to pet the Russian Blue and for a second you thought it may be a bad idea but the moment your hand reaches his fur, he accepts you.

“His name is Apollo.”

“Her name is Gemma.”

You let out a snort as you witness Nines reaching over to pet your cat. She leans into his touch and you never wanted to be a cat more than right now. You take a seat on the porch and draw your legs closer to you.

“So, you think Apollo is the father?” It’s more of a rhetorical question than anything and you hear Nines’ let out a soft laugh under his breath. He takes a seat in front of the box and places his hands in his lap. You two watch in silence as Apollo begins to wash one of the kittens with his tongue and settles into the other corner of the fairly large box. You wish you could enjoy the peaceful moment until a pain shoots up through your neck from your spine. You wince at the sudden pain, rubbing the back of your neck and closing your eyes.

“Are you alright?” Nines asks, his voice conveying concern for your well-being. You hadn’t have someone ask if you were okay in a long time and you almost become shocked at the question.

“Just peachy,” you sigh out, “Well, actually, no, not really. With my work at the pharmacy, it always seems like I close then a few hours I have to open. I thought I could be a good cat parent and balance the two but...I didn’t think kittens could be this hard.”

Nines’ shifts his position to give you his full attention. You look up from the box to watch him closely.

“I would like to help you in any way possible.”

Your jaw nearly drops at his proposition. You must have made a face when he speaks up again. “I want to be there for you and Gemma.”

You place your hand over your heart and nod your head in near disbelief. You let out a tiny laugh then look back at Nines.

“So you want to raise a cat family with me?”

The corner of Nines’ mouth forms a small smile. “It would be my pleasure.”

You two work around your busy lifestyle. On days you know you will have to wake up early, Nines comes over to pick up Gemma and the kittens so you can have some quietness for once. Sometimes when Nines would text you about staying late at work, you would let yourself into his house to take his cat with you to stay over. You would go over with them in tow in order to have a play date with Apollo which made for a perfect opportunity to get to know Nines a bit more personally.

You couldn’t believe all it took was Gemma fucking Apollo to have Nines’ pin you up against his wall pressing hot kisses against your neck.

You make note to thank her later.

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[honestsycrets]

NSFW Alphabet || Aslaug

❛ sy’s notes | as requested by @salimahbicharara-comun a while ago. I’m sorry it took so long love. All these gifs below are not mine but go to their proper owners. I tagged my all list. Please disregard if you aren’t interested in F x F, because this is what it is.

A = Aftercare 

Aslaug drops beside you, a small modest smile on her lips. She waits for you to join her and cuddle close.

Aslaug is demure. For her, sex is simple. It’s what comes after that which makes her shy. She’ll tug her fur over her chest and smile at you, gentle and sweet until she feels a need for more.

B = Body part 

“You should grow it some more.” Aslaug runs her fingers through your hair, curling it about her finger. It tightens, and she brings you in for a kiss.

It might surprise you to know that she loves a woman’s hair. She enjoys trickling her fingers through the strands, following the natural wave to the tips. During sex, she might tug at your hair to get what she wants done without saying a word.

C = Cum 

The first time you were with her, you might have squeaked in your surprise when she squirted upon you. It’s not exactly something she’s super excited about-- but if you’re excited, it makes her feel as if she’d done a good job, rolling her hips down your fingers as you eat her out.

D = Dirty Secret 

“You have pictures of me stored?” You giggle, flicking through the folder in question. Aslaug slides beside you. Her fingers slide your hair off your shoulder and leave one chaste kiss there. “Of course. How else do I cope when you’re gone, my love?”

Modern!Aslaug loves seeing her woman in lingerie. She enjoys actually seeing you in tiny bikinis, baby dolls, delicate heels, jewels, and strappy clothes. If you were to dip into her purse and check her phone, you might find a folder of kinky clothes in a personal folder.

E = Experience 

Aslaug knows what she’s doing. Although she might seem quiet, perhaps even secretive, she’s been with enough people to know how to elicit pleasure out of you. Don’t underestimate her.

F = Favourite Position 

It’s always going to be a good day when Aslaug is feeling... curious. You know because of the way she climbs over you, waking you up from your slumber. “My Queen--” 

Shh, Aslaug smiles. Let me.

Aslaug loves to warm up by climbing over you, grinding her cunt up against yours and watching as you progressively get wetter and wetter for her. Although usually she might be submissive, she can’t help herself from being a little dominant too.

G = Goofy 

“And did Ivar chase you away?” she laughs as you lift your dress off your curves, pressing your breasts together with your arms shifting. 

“Like Skol or Hati after the sun and moon!”

She tends to be more serious-- though she won’t hesitate to laugh and have fun, perhaps change the subject time to time, when fucking. Sometimes if she’s embarrassed, she’ll try to be a bit humorous to cover it up.

H = Hair 

Being the queen she is, Aslaug is a woman who is trimmed and well-kept at all times. For her partner to come home, even from raid, she wants everything to be perfect. After all, she is a sexual creature. She needs the sex.

I = Intimacy 

Sex for Aslaug isn’t often romantically charged. With Ragnar and Harbard, she finds romantic sex a little squeamish. After some time of proving that its only her on your mind, though, you end up spooning in bed.

J = Jack Off 

You’re gone for raid again. Aslaug hasn’t been alone in a while. She doesn’t feel the need to jack off when you’re home, catering to every need. But when you aren’t, she drags her fingers across her mound, massaging herself to excitement. There’s no need for a vat of oil when she can think of you, straddling her and shoving fingers inside of her holes.

K = Kink 

“My Q--Queen!” you knead the furs under your hands, gripping the king’s bed. Aslaug found you cleaning her rooms that day and a thought surfaced in her head. She bent you over the bed and took you then and there. Loud slaps of her hips fill the Great Hall.

On occasion, Aslaug likes to feel powerful. One surefire way of doing that is sliding the wooden phallus within your cunt and watching you writhe underneath her deep thrusts. 

L = Location 

Although she often has sex indoors, she loves sex outdoors. It brings her closer to the elements-- to the gods whom she worships. Aslaug loves to have sex while bathing and seeing your reaction when her fingers slip into your hole. 

M = Motivation 

The men of the evening had been watching you pour ale. A thrall-- you’re used to their affections. But not to the affections of Ubbe and Hvitserk, who tug your skirt back with their cat calls. 

“Come with me,” Aslaug slides her hand sweetly over the curve of your ass-- marking you out to her sons.

When Aslaug has someone she wants, she is flashy with her affections. She might run her hand down your hips if she sees a man or woman looking at you, drag you back and take you so loudly that the interlopers will hear. It excites her to know that someone else wants something that is so marked out as hers. When you get her into bed, you realize just that.

N = NO 

A doer, not much of a watcher. Aslaug does not like the thought of having to watch someone else have sex with her beloved. If she is going to fuck, she wants to have her attention squarely on her.

O = Oral 

“You’re doing so good, my love.” She guides you with your hair, shifting you down to her well-loved entrance. You push your tongue into her entrance. “A little more.” 

As with many things, Aslaug loves to be given oral. It isn’t to say that she won’t give, but, well-- she is a queen after all. Your mouth just looks so pretty when its doing what its meant to do, please her.

P = Pace 

Aslaug can go either way. She’s a sensual woman in everything she does. She can take you slow, drag out your orgasms through the night. Or, she might take you quick. Either way, your pleasure is dragged out for hours.

Q = Quickie 

Aslaug is greedy. She’s greedy with her women, her men-- and her attention. Quickies aren’t her thing because often, she believes her time is her time. You should be there to please your queen.

R = Risk 

“You want to be tied up?” Aslaug holds the ropes in her hands. She’s heard of this before. Women and men who like to be tied up and taken advantage of. Though she never imagined you would like to be used like a thrall. You nod, eagerly.

She’s in the business of making her partner feel good. Aslaug might flutter her eyelashes at you, recall how you asked to take her in the ass and seriously ask you what sort of risk it is this time. 

S = Stamina 

“Can we please--” you sob, your cunt squelching around her fingertips. “--I need a break!” 

“Soon, love, soon.” You know its a lie.

Aslaug can most likely hold out for quite while. She’s not easily impressed-- and so it takes work to get her to cum. But, if you can do it, she’ll gush for you. When she is pleasuring you though, its a quite other ordeal. She’ll force you to hold out for her.

T = Toy 

Of course she owns toys! A woman like her needs pleasure when her partner is gone or otherwise sexually unavailable. She’s interested on using them on you too-- just to make you beg for a release.

U = Unfair 

“He is watching,” you note of Ragnar. 

“Let him. It will make the sex better.” 

Most often, Aslaug teases with her eyes. She follows you, tracing your body out. When you sit by her, her hands might slip beneath your dress and seek out what pleasure she can find in the open.

V = Volume 

Her noises are all dependent on you. Do you want her to be louder? Do a better job. Small huffs can easily become dragged out moans, desperate pleads or even the occasional scream for more.

W = Wild Card 

“Ivar,” you trudge to a stop. 

Ivar glances at you, twisting his head so slightly from his mother’s throne. “You’re here to see mother.” 

You rustle with the ties to your dress and let them fall to the floor. Ivar drags his virginal eyes over your curves, rolling his lip into his mouth. You’re not a bad woman after all. He nods, his hand still at his mouth.

Getting to Aslaug means getting around Ivar. Ivar is a picky man for his mother. He expects nothing but the best. He needs to know that you’ll take care of her. Which means one of two things: sneaking around Ivar or facing him head on. He might be able to be impressed. If you know what to do.

X = X-Ray 

Aslaug crosses her legs, a small and light smile growing upon her lips. If you want to see what is under her dress, you’ll have to work harder than that. Her fingers hover at her foxish lips.

Y = Yearning 

“Do you not love me?” It had only been a good week since you had been with her-- but obviously, you made a mistake. 

For her, sex is directly tied for how much you love her. You want to love her? You’ll fuck her. If not, she assumes that you have stopped loving her in some bizarre twist of fate. So love her-- and fuck her.

Z = ZZZ 

Aslaug enjoys a good cuddle. She prefers to bring you against her chest, cuddle until you are good and sleepy. That’s sure to keep you in her bed! She’ll sleep when you sleep.

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thunder crush | thor odinson

prologue: her (Solaris) powers are basically absorbed from solar energy, and well... and he is the god of thunder.

warning: just angst

words: 2.1K

"That was the worst mission of my life. It was torture!" Sam exclaims, catching Tony's attention.

"What did I miss?" Tony asks.

"Fortunately, nothing. The sweetest God of Thunder and Y/N discussed the whole mission, they just keep fighting, they look like two kids."

At the same instant Solaris enters the room with her arms crossed while Thor says something probably imitating her.

 "What is there with you two?" Banner asks.

"Do not ever send me on a mission with that idiot again, he's five years old!" Y/N exclaims irritably.

 "Look, the arrogant lady, full of herself."

"Excuse me?" she widens her eyes, offended.

"Hey, hey, miss sunshine and weather boy, let's take it easy..." Y/N moves away and rolls her eyes, Thor does the same. "What happened?"

 "He ruined everything, as usual!"

 "I ruined it? Who was the human who thought she would deal with what she does not know? Oh right, it was not me."

"I'm not the one with the diva complex here! Thor is like that, like a diva, he needs audience and applause to live!"

 "At least I know what I am doing." Thor says with acid in his voice.

 Y/N’s brows drew together, and her eyes began to glow with intense gold, she was losing control.

"That's enough, you sweetheart will rest, the day was full. And you, Point Break, how about a snack?"

"Stark."

 "Okay, okay, no nicknames."

 Later in the training room Y/N looked like she would explode with such anger. She didn't hate Thor, but lately he has annoyed her more than usual. And yes, he seemed to be acting like a stupid brat child and that was unacceptable, at least while they were on an important mission. The girl fired a bolt of energy at a target so hard it ended up causing it to catch fire. She had to run to put out the fire before the fire alarm did not start ringing.

"He really pissed you off, didn't he?" Y/N turned to the side and saw Natasha standing on the doorframe.

"He always does that. Ever."

"Men..." She came over and took a knife from the table. "Have you ever thought that maybe he did it on purpose?" And she threw the knife, hitting the middle of the target.

"Of course, he probably hates me. Or thinks he's better than me." she shrugs and Natasha smiles.

"Not in that way" She throws another knife, hitting another target.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you remember how Thor looked at you when Stark gave the New Year's party? Champagne, intense glares, I think he even became jealous when you danced with Bruce, he even said that Thor was angry with him for a few days." She laughed. "It seems to me that the God of Thunder has a crush on you."

"What?" Y/N laughed, choking on her own laughter. "This is ridiculous."

"Perhaps." Nat shrugs and approaches Y/N, who is still in shock with the information she didn’t know. "But try to pay attention to how much he tries to impress you."

"But is not he like that? Ever wanting to show everyone how powerful he is?"

"Usually yes, but it's different with you."

"I find this almost improbable; Thor is like the Tinker Bell, he needs attention to survive."

"Well, that's true."

Later in the complex, everyone was busy with their own stuff while Y/N was in the kitchen looking for something in the refrigerator to eat. She found a box of strawberries and sat down on one of the benches. As soon as she bit the first strawberry, no one but Thor walked into the kitchen. He stared at her for a second before opening the refrigerator and grabbing a beer. Y/N looked away and continued eating her strawberries.

"Did you miss something here?" she asked without even looking at him.

In fact, Thor was only admiring her. He was delighted as a woman like her could be extremely gracious even doing a simple thing like eating strawberries. But he would not let go of his deepest thoughts, meanwhile, they were still in this game of cat and mouse.

"Thank God, no."

"Then stop staring at me."

"I am not staring at you, I am-"

"Staring."

Thor grunts, annoyed and slammed his fist into the refrigerator, leaving the mark of his fingers.

"What is your problem?" Y/N rises, irritated again.

"What is my problem? What is your problem lady?"

"You're my problem!"

"Then I think you should just get out of here!"

She felt her body bubble with anger. Her gaze focused on the beer bottle in Thor's hands and her mind began to work. When he realized, the liquid inside the bottle was bubbling hot and when he felt the glass was about to explode, Thor threw it into the sink.

"Are you crazy?"

"I can't stand you, I can't even look at you! Why don't you go back to your home, to your world where you can brag about how powerful you feel, huh? Don't you ever tire of ruining everything?"

Thor paused for a second. She went too far. When she realized, maybe it was too late. Lightning and thunder glowed outside the window. And there she realized that she had touched a wound of Thor that she should never have touched.

The day passed and no one dared to leave the complex. It was a monstrous storm outside, so everyone was forced to spend the rest of the day indoors. Y/N knew what was happening and who was the reason for the apocalyptic storm outside. And to make matters worse, the sun was gone, the source of her power was hidden behind clouds and more clouds loaded with rain. And if she had to defend himself against anything, it would be useless.

"Has anyone seen Thor?" Y/N asked Natasha, Tony, and Steve who were in the command room.

"No... But should we?" Natasha asked.

"He disappeared. We fought and-" Tony automatically placed his hands over his face, completely irritated. "I know, I'm sorry... I'm looking for him to apologize."

"Bucky saw him leave about half an hour ago." Steve said confused. "Where would he go?"

"I have no idea, but I'll go look for it." She lifted the zipper of her coat and turned to go after Thor.

"Is it a storm out there, and what if you need your powers?"

"Then hope I don't."

Then she picked up one of the available cars and drove in various places in search of a completely annoying demigod wandering the streets. Then she was prowling one of the streets near a park she saw him. A strong man sitting alone on a small wooden bench while the rain drenched his face and his body. Y/N parked and ran toward Thor. The rain was cold and strong, the heavy drops falling under her head and body.

"Thor? She called, but he didn't move. "What are you doing here alone?"

"Go away."

"I-I'm sorry for what you said earlier."

"You do not. And maybe you are right, I always mess up. I lost my brother, my father, almost everything I loved, I lost. And it is my fault."

She caught her breath and her lips parted to say something, but all she felt was the rain sweeping her face. Thor lifted his face, seeing her there in front of him, completely soaked and static.

"You're not to blame for any of these things, things happen for some reason, at least I believe it, and I know you've gone to great lengths to protect all people."

"It was not enough. It will never be."

"Thor..."

"Why don't you leave? You are wasting your time here. I could even hurt you too."

"Because I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for being so childish and stupid sometimes, and look I'm sorry, but you have to admit that you are too. We're always fighting for no reason and I don't understand why. But I know you're capable of a lot, you've always done good things here on Earth..." She takes a deep breath, folding her arms in the cold. "Plus, you made a pretty storm here and I'm literally without my powers, so I'd appreciate it if you just did not kill me." Y/N let out a shy smile, secretly worried that Thor would really lose control and make matters worse.

But anyway, he stood up, his hair damp and dripping down his nose. The height difference was considerably large, Y/N had to raise her face slightly to see him. Thor stared softly at her, with a solid look, the deep blue and bright. The icy wind hit Y/N’S face and it made her lips tighten in discomfort.

"I would never hurt you, love."

Her eyes widened, trying to understand what he had said. Thor as soon as he realized, he coughed to disguise the embarrassment, meanwhile, she laughed at everything.

"What did you just call me?"

"What? Anything."

"I heard it... Huh?" She teased him, laughing at his embarrassment.

"Is it over now?" She apologized, stopping laughing "Great."

Thor moved closer to her, making her feel cold, which was a rarity. No one had ever made her feel what Thor was doing now.

It was a bittersweet mixture, a cold in her belly laden with floating butterflies and such a positive energy carried in her body that she thought it would explode. Thor touched Y/N’s face, making her feel his callous and smooth touch on her face. The rain didn't stop, it was a chaotic scene all around them, but for a moment everything seemed to disappear.

"What are you doing?" 

But Thor did not answer. He wrapped his hands around her face and pulled her closer. She became aware of the situation when he kissed her. It was a sloppy kiss, wet and full of desire. She for a second thought "what the hell is he doing?" But it was good. Thor's hand came down and involuntarily tightened the flesh around Y/N’s waist. She sank into the arms of the God of Thunder. And he, it felt as if all that electricity was accelerating his chest and his heart could explode. She pulled Thor's short hair as she kissed him, only to have him closer to her despite how tall he was. The tight muscles in Thor's arms involved Y/N’s in an almost awkward hug, but there she felt something unique: comfort. 

When they parted the kiss, the stares were confused. Y/N could not help it for a long time and smiled, almost openly at Thor, who still expected a reaction from the woman in front of him.

"Even when you kiss me, you have to make a dramatic scenario, don’t you?" She laughed, mentioning the rain and lightning that still fell on the whole city. Thor laughed and pulled back to kiss her, this time more willingly. This time he really made it all more dramatic, because the kiss was with such desire and precision that it made her run out of breath. Her hands touched his abdomen over the wet jacket Thor was wearing, fingering it until she reached the top of his pants.

"Could you-" Y/N broke off the kiss and jerked her head toward the sky.

"Oh, sure, I forgot."

He held her in his arms as he almost magically made the rain cease and slowly the sky took on its natural color, a warm blue, covered by only a few clouds.

"Now everything is perfect."

"Of course this is, after all, you are the one kissing me."

Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed him lightly, even though she knew he would not move an inch as it was literally a wall of pure muscle.

"Can we go back now?" She looked up, watching Thor's expression change.

"I think it's better."

"Can I ask you something before we go back to the compound?"

"Of course, my love. Whatever you want."

"Can we leave it a secret? The guys were going to mock on us forever for that."

"I think it is better this way, I enjoy secrets." Thor stepped closer, sealing his lips with Y/N’s.

"Oh, my God... I just kissed Tinkerbell!"

They returned to the car, Thor visibly confused without understanding what she was talking about. 

"I do not know who this Tinker is... Tinkerbell guy? But I bet it must be someone powerful... Right?"

"Oh yeah, you're so right..."

She laughed as she watched Thor get into the car. They both arrived at the compound with a bit of fear because they didn’t want anyone to find out what had happened. But the moment they stepped into the room, Tony and Natasha paused, staring at the two of them, completely drenched and suspicious.

"Look, Ken and Barbie are back! How was the reconciliation?"

"Tony..." Y/N rolled her eyes and walked toward the hall, but Thor was followed, completely bewildered.

"Y/N, who is this Barbie and Ken people? Why is Stark calling us these names? Y/N!"

[queen-scribbles]

OC Interview

Rules:

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same. 

I was tagged by: @haledamage Thanks! (I have so many freaking OCs, I’m always a safe bet for these things xD) Not going to tag anyone else though, unless @captainofthefallen still needs an excuse? Consider this a tag, if so. :D

This time around I’m gonna answer with Jas, circa where she currently is in-game(tail end of 4711, mid-Varnhold Vanishing; tracked down two of the three Defaced Sisters for Along the Cold Trail, so no spoilers, please. I’ve already seen some big ones and wanna avoid any more)

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1. What is your name?

She swings her legs for a minute, seemingly tickled by how far they are from the floor, before registering she’s been asked a question. “Huh? Oh! Sorry, Jasiri Swallowtail. But please, call me Jas.”

2. Do you know why are you named that?

“Well, Jasiri’s from a.. ridiculous number of greats-grandmother or aunt who was an explorer” --she waves one hand with a laugh--”and Swallowtail’s the family name.” A wink. “Though that did work out well when I pledged myself to Desna.”

3. Are you single or taken?

The infectious joy dims significantly, and her expression is pensive as she devotes all her focus to twisting one of her rings. “Um.... that’s complicated right now.” 

4. Have any abilities or powers?

She brightens. “Desna gave me a whole bunch of cool stuff I can do through my faith in Her; healing people, curing stuff like poison and blindness, protect people, throw fire at bad guys.... it’s a really long list. And my parents used to joke I’m supernaturally curious and energetic, so maybe those count, too?”

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

She cocks her head, twirling a loose wisp of hair around one finger. “I’m not; I’m Jas. Don’t know anyone named Mary Sue, though I did have a friend named Susanna growin’ up.”

6. What’s your eye color?

“Grey-green, though which one stands out more depends on the light and what I’m wearin’.”

7. How about your hair color?

“Dark red.” She tugs on the wisp she’s twirling as if to emphasize the words.

8. Have any family members?

“Oh, lots,” she nods happily. “Both parents are still kickin’, last I heard, and I have five sisters, all but one older’n me,”

9. Oh? How about pets?

“OH! You haven’t met Ember yet?!” She hops down from the chair and almost skips to the doorway, giving an unusual trilling whistle. “Em! C’mere, there’s a new friend!” A few moments pass before a frankly adorable red panda somersaults into the room, and she beams as she scoops it up, careful not to step on the tail trailing between her feet. “There you are! Say hi to a new friend.” She “helps” it wave one paw, then scratches it under the chin before setting it down again to climb back in the chair. It amuses itself playing in the corner as she continues, “There’s also a cat named Tiger hiding somewhere, and this really cute stray dog that followed Octavia home from one of her ventures out to Spruceheart, but I dunno if that one counts as mine, since he likes her a little bit better.” 

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now, tell me something you don’t like?

She purses her lips in thought and taps one finger against her chin. “The standard stuff, I guess. Y’know, people who hurt innocents or take advantage of them. Also, being stuck inside too long. Snow. And peaches.” She makes a face. “Can’t stand peaches. Don’t ask me why.”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

“Climbing trees, exploring, reading....” She ticks them off on her fingers. “I enjoy pretty much anything if I can do it with a couple really good friends, honestly.”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

She shrugs, pick at a scab on one knuckle. “Some, yeah. Mostly good ol’ physical violence if I couldn’t solve things with talking--I’m a really good talker--but I’m sure there’s people I’ve hurt with things I said.” .

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

“Same as I just said; ones I couldn’t talk down, yeah.”Another shrug. “Some people are just lookin’ for a fight. Or I say the wrong thing.” She wrinkles her nose. “I do feel kinda guilty for those.”

14. What kind of animal are you?

“You mean, what would I be if I was an animal? ‘Cause, I mean..” she gestures at herself. “Pretty sure I’m a halfling. But if I was an animal, I’d either wanna be an otter or a red panda like Ember. Look at her, she’s so cute.”

15. Name your worst habits?

She snorts good-naturedly. “I talk too much, leap before I look, and say things without thinking.”

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

She snorts and grins mischievously. “Almost everyone; I’m not even four feet tall.” A pleased wiggle follows the joke. “Or is that not what you meant?”

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

“Straight,” she says with an airy shrug.

18. Did you attend school?

“Yeah, for a while.” She giggles. “Sitting still was torture, though, and I managed to persuade my parents I could learn just as much from explorin’ the world as I could from a book.”

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

That pensive looks flickers again, and she starts twisting the ring, though she does keep eye contact this time. “I... wouldn’t be opposed if the right guy wanted to.”

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

“Oh, yeah. They almost manage to balance out the detractors,” she says with a self-deprecating grin. “I’m very popular.”

21. What are you most afraid of?

“Drowning, I guess?” She taps her chin thoughtfully. “Yeah. It’s a scary way to go, and between my height and the fact I usually wear heavy plate armor, it’s a.. present concern for me around water.”

22. What do you usually wear?

“Somethin’ comfortable,” she shrugs. “Shirt and pants, dresses, whatever fits my mood. Gotta be bright colors, though.”

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

“What’s one that doesn’t?” a new voice mutters out in the hall--miraculously still loud enough to be heard.

Jas rolls her eyes and twists around to kneel on her chair so she’s facing the door. “No one asked you, Jubilost!” She returns to a proper seated position, flashing an angel-innocent smile, “I do love all things sweet, but there’s an extra special weakness for chocolate ice cream. And kameberry pie.Oh, no, my biggest temptation would be sweet pancakes. Yeah, that.”

24. Am I annoying you?

“Oh, not at all!” She grins. “I love talking to people.”

25. Well, it’s still not over!

“Okay!”

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

“Well, as Baroness, I’m pretty sure I’d count as high class?” Her nose wrinkles. “But I’m still confused by the ins and outs of nobility and politics and all that, so maybe upper end of middle? My family’s pretty solid middle class, though.”

27. How many friends do you have?

“Lots, though the exact number varies by how many people are in the room,” she jokes, toying with the carved butterfly talisman that hangs around her neck.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

“Give it to me, all of it, right now.” She laughs and half-grimaces. “Unless it’s peach pie. Then the opposite, keep it away from me.”

29. Favorite drink?

“Never really thought about it,” she admits breezily. “I like a lot of things. Maybe milk? Or honeyed mead, that’s really good.” 

30. What’s your favorite place?

“There’s this flat rock that overhangs the river out behind Willowmere that’s the perfect distance from the surface to hang your feet in the water or skip stones.” She starts to smile, then gets distracted by a clearly less pleasant thought. “Up a tree’s always good, too. You can see for miles. It’s great.”

31. Are you interested in anyone?

She clears her throat and fidgets, looking down into her lap as she fiddles with her ring again. “...Yes.”

32. That was a stupid question…

“Not really, everyone wants to know if I’m spoken for.” She flashes a reassuring smile, dazzling as the sun. “I’m used to it, you’re fine.”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

“Hmm... Lake, I guess. Less chance of being swept off never to be seen again.”

34. What’s your type?

“Quiet’s good, to balance me out. Blond’s nice. And sharing a passion for seein’ the world. Oh, compassionate, that’s a big one...” Her voice trails off, and she looks toward the window as a figure clad in white passes below. “Can we move on?” 

35. Any fetishes?

Her face colors ever so slightly and she clears her throat. “If I had any, I wouldn’t share them with a stranger.”

36. Camping or outdoors?

“Yes to both, as often as possible.” She bounces a little in the chair. “Sleeping under the stars is so much better than indoors. And on that topic, I’ve hit my limit for sittin’ inside when it’s so nice out. Maybe we can talk more later.” 

And with that, she hops down from the chair and darts out the door.

[scarlettkuhlman86-blog]

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~billionaire boys club~

rich!bts x maid!reader

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This was odd. Jin’s eyebrows furrowed – which he was strongly against since premature wrinkles were one of his biggest fears. He was closer to thirty than twenty so his concerns were valid. Jimin almost never visited his childhood home ever since their father got engaged to the secretary – another cliché – a few months ago.

“Hm… what changed your mind little brother.” Jin mutters as he passes the sleek Mercedes that belongs to his younger brother. Nevertheless, he can’t help the sly smirk that fights his muscles and spreads across his porcelain skin. He couldn’t wait to rub it in Jimin’s face that he finally returned when his bank account dried out. Most likely.

The plethora of house staff greeting Jin as he walked along the indoor fountain, trying to acknowledge most of them. They had too many servants and it wasn’t Jin’s fault that he didn’t care about most of them. But it was hard when they all looked so sheepish like they had some wretched secret they were supposed to hide but failed.

“Good Afternoon Sir, what brings you here?” Jin’s long legs are no match for the shorter man who usually took care of everything in the manor so he’s a little breathless as he Jogs besides him.

“To my own house? Where I lived for 20 years?” This really was becoming a strange day.

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“Okay,” This was officially starting to annoy him and the furrow in his forehead was getting deeper. He would not get wrinkles because his servant annoyed him in to it. “Alfred… Anders… Andrew. Whatever your name is, I don’t need to announce my arrival at my own home. On second thought, maybe I should.”

The idea is very appealing as he swirls the thought in his head and it’s enough to make him forget the butler’s calls as he enters Jimin’s private wing. He isn’t surprised though when he already hears faint moans but not of a woman for once. It’s undoubtedly Jimin which is again – peculiar because getting off himself wasn’t something Jimin liked to do if he had ‘several other women ready to do it for me’ if quoting him directly. He guesses there is only one way to find out as he approaches the living area, looking at the back of his head resting on the enormous lounge sofa.

“Well hello there brother!” His tongue doesn’t form anymore words when he can finally see Jimin in his line of view – and his father’s fiancé frantically buttoning her blouse to retain some of her dignity. Jimin on the other hand is taking his sweet time tucking himself inside his slacks – shaking his head in disbelief as if Jin’s caused him immense grief.

“…and Amber.” Jin is no stranger to walking in on his brother – or friends really – indulging in all sorts of debauchery but this – this was quite interesting and to put it simply, messy. “Well, well, well. Did you come back to sleep with our step-mother or actually missed your family, god forbid?”

Jimin is no more rattled than a sloth as he runs his hands through his silky golden hair and smacks Amber’s ass as she’s still fiddling with her blouse. “A bit of both.”

“I-I didn’t know you’d b-be back so quick Jin-ah.” Her pearly white teeth that his father paid way too much for are almost blinding him. Yeah he’s not that bored today to play along with her games so he opts for just a dry smile. This was no surprise to him. Especially when the first person she had a fling with in this household was, well, Jin himself.

“Clearly. Thankfully you know father won’t be home until late. Run along now. I’ve got to catch up with your son.” Okay, that one’s on him. He liked to rub it in her face.

“Step-son.” She’s positively seething and Jin couldn’t be more delighted.

“Ooh. Naughty aren’t you? I knew you were always in a bit of incest.”

Jimin’s snort and Amber’s scoff come at the same time but at least it makes her on her way, heels clicking as she’s strutting away.

“I gave the staff one job and they couldn’t even do that.” Jimin walks towards the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a whiskey at 12 in the afternoon – bringing a smile to his face. He did miss his little brother.

“To keep me from finding Amber swallowing your unborn children?

“Thank fuck for that. I’m not ever going to be ready for kids.”

“Understandable. Considering you are one.” Jin’s shit eating grin makes Jimin pour another glass which he drowns in a second too.

“Please tell me how many ‘kids’ you know who’re worth half a billion dollars?”

Not a trick question.

“Almost all of our friends? Plus, we’re brothers you maggot. And I’m worth more.” His stance widens as he splays his feet out in some sort of power pose.

“What now? You want us sword fighting?” Jimin’s glancing to his crotch before he continues, “I’ll win because somebody didn’t let me finish.” Yes, very evident from the hard tent in his slacks.

“No need to resort to unsanitary methods. Talking will do.” He’s waving his hand in dismissal, watching Jimin taking a seat opposite – absolutely no attempts at hiding his boner. “So, what brings you back? Thought you were up in the Bahamas getting tanned and toned and weren’t due back for a few more weeks?”

“Correct but that was until father announced his surprise engagement.” Jimin is on his third glass of whiskey but looks more sober than a priest.

“Is there anything he does these days that isn’t a surprise? I found out I was moving houses from the real estate agent for god’s sake.” That makes Jimin snort out a laugh.

“Christ. He’s a bastard isn’t he?” Jimin had been in boarding school still when Jin had been effectively moved out of the manor in to a skyscraper penthouse because his father had wanted to ‘relax by himself and no kids’. As if he raised them on his own.

“Yup. Turns out he just needed the house to be snitch-free to fuck his secretary/future step-mom.” Plus he was still going through the divorce with their mother.

“I can understand why.” Jimin’s closing his eyes, heading leaning back again as a sultry smile spreads on his youthful face as if he’s reminiscing an irreplaceable memory. “Amber can make you forget you own name.”

“Right?” Jin is letting his inner, less sophisticated horny teenager alter ego slip through as he agrees with his brother about what a good lay their step-mom is.

“You already tap that?” When Jin just winks in Jimin’s direction, he’s clapping and chuckling like he can’t believe it.

“You’re no better than me brother and please, don’t take that as an insult. No offense at all.”

“None taken.” For a moment Jimin truly feels slightly happier. Looking at his brother and remembering sitting across from him while they talked about everything when they were younger and thought they had a chance at becoming people different than their father or their whole family. He had everything. They both had everything. There wasn’t one thing that either of them lacked or desired. So needless to say, their lives were a little grey and lacked excitement. Money though. That never failed to give him a hard-on.

Seeing his brother also made him happy, sure.

“Remember when we were playing in father’s office that one time he left it unlocked?” Jimin continues when Jin nods slowly, “And remember when we were rummaging through the drawers we found a safe and tried to break into it before Anderson caught us?”

“I knew it! He looked like an Anders.” When Jimin just blankly stares at him he mutters an apology and tells him to continue.

“Anyway. I went back and broke in to the safe.”

“Of course you did,” Jin is rolling his eyes but not finding it surprising that his little brother, ever the inquisitive little cat, went back to do exactly what he was told to notdo.

“No, listen,” Jimin’s eyes are increasingly growing frantic as he shifts forward, abandoning his glass of whiskey and Jin knew that this was something juicy. “There were papers inside the safe. Granddad’s will. I made copies.”

“Wait, you told me there was a bunch of cocaine and ecstasy. Nothing else.” Jimin shrugs once again to ask what was his point.

“And?”

“And you stole the papers but not the drugs? My teenage self hates you so much right now.”

“And that poor bastard should be thankful I looked in to the papers otherwise you would become penniless. Very soon.”

What was Jimin trying to say. “Get to the point Jimin. What about Grandpa’s will?”

Jin’s palms were becoming sweaty and a little tick in his left leg had already started and was about to become a full blown restless leg syndrome like a pathetic little office worker worried about losing a promotion.

“Well,” Jimin is moving across the room to sit beside his older brother, turning his lithe body to the side facing him as he starts to explain. “Grandad’s will stated that we were to receive 10% of our inheritance every year starting at the age of 35. Unless father remarried.”

The mention of money always sped up Jin’s heartbeat. It raced in his chest like he was about to win the lottery. Maybe he was?

“What then… ?” Jimin’s Cheshire grin slowly lighting up his whole face was never a good sign. Until now apparently.

“If he remarried before we turned 35, we are to receive our inheritance. In full. At once.”

Jin really felt like his heart would beat out of his chest. Because that was a lot of money.

“That’s-”

“$10 billion.” There was a slight pause as Jimin eagerly awaited his brother’s reaction.

“I think I just had a powergasm.” Jimin is chuckling as he slaps Jin’s back, shaking his older brother out of joy as they both start to gradually laugh louder. Is this how supervillains felt? Jin’s never laughed like this before and it’s no surprise that it’s money that’s doing the trick. Poor people wouldn’t understand.

That’s when another realisation occurs. “That’s why he kicked me out of the house. Because he was going to get engaged and couldn’t risk us retaliating and finding this bit of information out.”

“Precisely big brother.”

“Fuck…. We’re going to be rich as fuck.”

“If he doesn’t figure out a way to get that clause crossed from the will.” Jimin seems a bit nervous for the first time since he had started talking.

But Jin wasn’t. Not when he had people on his side who would love to make some money as well. Well, more money. He wasn’t friends with poor people.

“Don’t worry about it. You still in contact with Taehyung?” Jimin looks at his older brother with a ‘duh’ face.

“You still have a dick?” Jin’s just rolling his eyes as he calls the first number under ‘Y’.

“What?”

“Hello to you too, Min. Say, you want to become rich?” Yoongi on the other end is snorting before he speaks with his signature lazy drawl.

“I’m already rich, you bitch. But I’m having a down day anyway. Tell me more.”

Jin is smirking towards his brother, his body is buzzing and this is the most excited he;s been a while.

“Meet at my place with the other boys. At 2. Lunch is on me.”

“Yes because I desperately need someone to shout me lunch.” He’s had enough of Yoongi’s sarcasm so he just hangs up.

“Well Jimin, let go get our billions.” Jimin hands his older brother a glass of whiskey before they make a toast.

“Amen.” Jin furrows his brows again.

“You believe in god now?”

“After seeing Amber’s tits? Yeah.”

They’re both busy enjoying the moment, too busy to notice the little crash outside the room where you’d dropped the plates you’d been taking to the kitchen. A witness to their devious plan.

“Oh hello there. Eavesdropping were we?” A man is leaning against the wall behind you, hands in his pockets while he looks at you head to toe, two small dimples appearing when he grins rather…. cutely you might add.

“U-Uh, n-no?” The handsome stranger is only shaking his head as he walks towards the door where the two brothers had gone in to only half an hour ago.

“Be careful next time little maid.” You hold in the scoff until he disappears inside the room.

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“You guys have better discussed Amber’s ass and nothing else of importance because of the audience outside. The pretty little thing Anders hired.

“How does everyone know his name and not me? You don’t even live here Hoseok.” Jin’s scoffing while Jimin worries about the real problem.

“Fucking hell. The staff in this house is more loyal to our father than their own families. What do we do?”

“Leave that to me. Girls never kiss and tell when they’re with me.” with a wick, Hoseok is settling on the couch as well. “Just transfer me $50 million when you both get the money.”

Oh boy. Being rich was hard.

a/n: this was so much fun to write omg. i decided to post it as a seperate post :)

[boyfriem-moved]

pl ea se info dump about your ocs

oh boy ok you,,, don’t want this but u already asked and it’s too late to go back so im just gonna start talking

ok so i have like 2 separate oc worlds and 3 seperate groups of ocs within those (these are just the main ones, there’s ones i don’t think abt anymore and ones i’ve abandoned and fan characters and stuff but if i went over all of that i’d be here all day so i’ll just stick with these)

so the first world is just our world, modern day, but with magic. there’s this one town, barnsley, georgia, that’s cut off from the rest of the world. most ppl drive by without ever noticing it, and if someone tries to go in who’s not wanted the town will disappear or try to kill them or just do something to keep them out. it’s a vaguely sentient town. in barnsley there’s a big forest and no one’s ever gone in and come out the other side. there’s ambiguous danger in the forest, mostly faeries who will make you fall in love with them and then kill you and harvest your bones and stuff.

so there’s like 4-6 characters depending on where we’re looking at in terms of what storyline i’m following (this is the one that i did nanowrimo for three (3) times and have over 100,000 words of thrown out content for and obsess over constantly so it has the most solid plot and there’s a lot of it) so anyways i’ll just go over all 6 and try to make it as simple as possible without talking about converging storylines and alternate drafts and stuff

ok! so! vi larson-park is the daughter of one of barnsley’s 3 great magicians! her mom could do all sorts of crazy magic and i can’t get into the parents’ backstory here bc they have a whole OTHER story and that’s just. too much (maybe i’ll do that later? we’ll see) so yeah her mom did magic and also made some bad deals and stole some stuff from the woods and indirectly caused some ppls deaths but it’s like fine probably. so vi grew up with her mom, natalie, her mom’s witch girlfriend, erica, and erica’s twin brother, simon (who i’ll get into later and also who doesn’t exist in half the scrapped drafts) in this big empty DEFINITELY HAUNTED house on the edge of town where erica grew up and they were good and happy. then like a year ago natalie was killed by nick, who i’ll also get into later, and that’s kinda the end of her story, vi and erica are obviously devastated and they have a funeral and vi starts having the occasional odd dream here and there, but things go back to normal after awhile. vi has absolutely no aptitude for magic, and because of that she often feels alienated by erica and simon who are VERY magical and always talking about things she doesn’t understand. she’s fiercely loyal and protective and not really scared of anything. she’s always wanted to know what’s in the woods but knows better than to go looking

tyler is vi’s best friend and also 50% whole entire Not Human. he either came from the woods or was found outside a random gas station in like arizona or something depending on which draft i’m going by, but either way he was found around two years ago and has been clinging to vi ever since. his backstory is a big unknown to the human characters and no one really knows anything about him. he’s a faerie prince, the son of the erlking, who’s sort of the ambiguous villain of the story but i’ll get into him later. he has 3 brothers, sorrel, dain, and kell. sorrel is the oldest and known as the winter prince, then there’s kell for spring, dain for summer, and tyler himself for autumn. (btw his name isn’t actually tyler technically it’s robin but i'm not gonna get into that rn.) sorrel is cool and collected and stone cold bitch, and all he wants is to be king so he roped tyler into helping him try and kill their dad, which failed, so then he lost his position in the royal court and now he’s doing tons of morally gray stuff in an attempt to get back in his dad’s favor so he can kill him for real this time. dain and kell are sort of nothing at all and you don’t need to know anything except dain is really mean and violent and kell is an ally(?). after the whole failed killing debacle tyler ran away to barnsley in hopes that he could find something in common with the humans, since he’d been a faerie all his life and couldn’t stand it. he’s quiet and doesn’t like doing or saying things unless he absolutely has to, is generally unhelpful unless something benefits him, scared of being alone, hates being indoors, runs around barefoot and only eats food from the woods. he’s kinda like an outdoor cat.

nick and marcus jacobs are brothers and general hooligans. nick is the older one (he’s 19) and marcus is 15 and they grew up in barnsley for the first 14 years of marcus’ life until marcus accidentally killed their dad and they left town. which the dad killing subplot is really a lot to get into but basically their dad was the second magician, along with vi’s mom, except the effects of magic on a person can kinda drive a person insane and the others managed to keep it together but he slowly went crazy until he was paranoid and in pain all the time and ended up taking a lot of it out on his sons which ended in him threatening marcus and marcus in an act of self defense unleashing raw magic power he didn’t know he had and accidentally killing him and also taking out all the power in the entire town and causing a minor earthquake. it was a Big Deal. so yeah they buried their dad in the backyard and skipped town. after their dad died all his magic went down to nick so nick has newfound power (marcus btw has never been able to use magic since then and has no idea how he did it) but he also has voices in his head and weird dreams, and with all the voices yelling at him all the time he realizes that the only way to get rid of them is to get rid of the magicians. his dad did some magic bullshit that made him the vessel for the magic once he died but the other magicians didn’t so he doesn’t have to kill anyone besides them and it makes sense bc i say it does shut up. so for like a year they drive around aimlessly, meet with and kill vi’s mom, meet with and kill aidan’s dad (i’ll get to aidan once i’m done here), pick up a hitchhiker depending on which version of the story i’m telling, then go back home where they’re not really welcome anymore but that won’t stop them. nick is cold and mean and. y’know. a murderer, but he also loves marcus greatly and gets attached to people more easily than he would like to admit. he’s sort of closed himself off and resigned himself to killing “for the greater good”, but it’s hard for him, and there’s definitely people he wouldn’t kill. he fully planned to, once he got rid of the magicians, never kill again, and he keeps that promise. marcus is soft spoken and anxiety ridden and a bit of a crybaby and he hates death and doesn’t fully trust nick and doesn’t trust himself either. on the outside he appears bitter and angry constantly.

aidan mulligan is a HOOLIGAN! a whole entire rowdy boy! he’s also the son of the third magician and marcus’ ex(?) boyfriend? more like boyfriend on standby. it’s complicated. there’s nothing special to him, he’s rowdy bc his parents never gave him enough attention so he runs around with people he doesn’t really like and is always getting into trouble. his favorite activities are skipping church and running the local cryptid watch am radio station, which no one listens to and which he used to run with marcus. he misses marcus dearly and keeps waiting for him to come back. he’s loud and talkative and his mood changes drastically but is always on the highest setting. he’s either screaming-and-throwing-things angry or unable to shut up and bouncing all over the place. not to pick favorites but he’s my favorite i really love him. his life moto is “fuck you dad” basically. oh yeah nick killed his dad and stuff and it’s hit him hard but he’s not as torn up by it as he probably should be, which he feels terrible about. his mom lives on the other side of the country and doesn’t currently know his dad is dead, which isn’t really something you’re supposed to keep secret generally but the mulligan family said fuck the rules. he has two brothers, connor and seamus (connor older, seamus younger) and loves both of them though he would never admit it.

simon diederich is the secret special bonus magician!! also i think i gotta talk abt parent backstory for him so,,,, here goes: basically, simon and vi’s mom and marcus and aidan’s dads all stole magic from the forest in a way that doesn’t super make sense but it’s my story i can do what i want. and in the process simon died and they had to leave him behind in the woods, but then since the magic in the forest was weak it couldn’t continue being formless or else it would turn into nothing since so much of it had been damaged by the humans or w/e. so it took simon’s body as a vessel and resurrected him with all his old memories but also 100% more magic power. so he took that power and went back home and has been just straight chillin, unaging, for 30-ish years. he got like. immense wisdom when he was resurrected and is also possessed by a sentient forest so he does what the forest wants which is protect the town and fistfight anyone he doesn’t like. he’s obnoxious and immature and thinks he’s hot shit and loves these trees more than he loves other people probably

bonus character: lila is the ghost who lives in vi’s attic. she’s like 7. i love her

THAT HURT MY FINGERS TO TYPE. I HAD TO MOVE TO GOOGLE DOCS TO DO THIS BC TUMBLR KEPT LAGGING AND MY WORD COUNT IS NEARING 2000 BUT W/E LETS KEEP GOING

next, still in the same universe, are the residents of greywell, washington. greywell is what’s on the other side of those woods no one can cross in barnsley. how does that work? magic obviously. greywell is a lot like barnsley but more sinister, it’s a lot newer so the characters aren’t as fleshed out (with one exception) and there’s really only 3 i actually care abt so this ones gonna be a lot shorter. i’ve thought abt plot but nothing solid so there’s some...stuff but mostly this one will be short

zoe hammond: amateur teen witch who’s also cursed. she has an eye on her left hand which is always watching her and she wants off desperately. u know how i said in some versions of the story nick and marcus pick up a hitchiker? that’s her, going to barnsley bc she knows its magic and hopes someone there will know how to fix her. she respects authority and stays in line for the most part, but she also takes shit from no one. she’ll talk to nearly anyone but doesn’t particularly like anyone in town, also she sells witch shit out of the trunk of her car in the school parking lot

wesley: short rowdy trans boy with absolutely no self control who’s stoned all the time and does crazy things for the adrenaline rush and doesn’t bind safely and falls in love with every boy he meets. he skateboards bc of course he does. he’s always ready to fight and punches ppl a lot but usually ends up losing fights bc he’s tiny. i love him

noa: ok this dude went into the woods one (1) time and now there’s this magic glove stuck on their hand? and a ghost in their phone?? and they’re literally so confused and they’ve never had any friends in their entire life but all of a sudden that weird lesbian witch and her crazy skateboarder friend are talking to them all the time and they died? except they woke back up like nothing had happened even though their head basically blew up? and there’s like faeries and stuff coming after them because they want the glove and they can’t get the stupid thing off their hand and they have no idea what’s going on noa is an absolute nervous wreck who’s really fun to draw and they have no idea what’s happening to them and tbh i don’t rly know what i’m doing either but i’m having a good time

ada: the phone ghost.

last set!! i have them all done already from this thing i did with @dogstoes so i’ll just paste them in but first background:

this is a completely separate world, it’s like this 1910s era fictional city with magic and shit. the magic system is kinda complicated but basically there’s elemental magicians who are heavily tied to religion, they’re believed to be sacred and god sent by p much every organized religion. they do elements, it’s pretty simple. then there’s blood magicians who can basically transmute but they have to use their own blood to do it. anyone can learn to be a blood magician but most ppl don’t want to bc. blood ow. blood magicians are an ABOMINATION AGAINST GOD and there’s a stigma against them in religious communities so they tend to populate big cities and less religious places. there’s also healers who are born like elementals and can’t be trained, they’re isolated from both schools of magic bc unlike elementals they’re not pure (well, depending on which religion you ask) and unlike blood magicians they’re not common. born magicians are born with pure black eyes (irises? the colored part. not just all black) that differentiate them from nonmagic ppl. there’s also super intense mary sue magicians who r rare and born with red eyes (i started this world when i was 13 don’t judge me bitch) and they can shapeshift kinda? but in cool ways, it’s not just shapeshifting they could also make their skin tough or nails pointy or w/e. one of them specifically likes to harden his own blood in weapons it’s kinda metal. anyways here’s the character profiles from the google doc pasted in word for word

Characters (bc i suddenly decided this is Sharin With Rivers material If You Shall Take It):

So basically there's these 2 gangs, run by this woman Lyra Frey and this dude Lucas Sweeney, and they Do Not Like Each Other At All. Neither of them are good bc yknow...gangs….but lyra’s is like...better anyways here's characters

Lyra's dudes:

Emil Finch: 21, any and all pronouns, ace, lyra’s right hand man/ veteran of a bloody civil war (TECHNICALLY a war criminal but yknow…it's whatever). Likes cats and Arya, dislikes cigarettes and being short. Their birth name is Emilee, which they  shortened to their liking when they moved to The Big City, and they used their father's name (Finn O'Malley) to join the war. They're a healer magician but ssshhh don't tell anyone. They used their powers to hurt people when they were in The War and now don't trust themselves, so they stick to traditional medicine thank you very much. (Also knives. They’re a big fan of knives.)

Arya Frey: 21, she/her, Lyra’s adopted daughter and mechanic. She has METAL LEGS and has to walk with a cane so she doesn't go outside much, mostly makes machines and strategizes for her mom. Likes drawing, Emil, making things/taking them apart, dislikes cold weather (it makes her joints hurt), magic, Drunk Emil. She has two cats named vriska and karkat. Everyone is suspicious of these names even though it's like 1910 and an alternate universe and homestuck doesn't exist.

Jaz Anaheim: 18, he/him, big gay disaster, a pickpocket who came to the Big City with his brother when he was 16 to work and send money to his mom, stole from a kingpin, joined a gang, watched his brother die in front of him, and lied to his mom for 2 years about his job and his brothers aliveness while he sent her blood money. He's a humble farm boy, no magic, tall and uncoordinated, basically all he can do is steal and flirt badly and he's very aware. Also where he came from magicians were rare because they were all drafted for the war so when he sees magic he's way too impressed. Likes loud music, people being interested in him, his family (just his mom now :’)), his hometown, dislikes the city, feeling disliked, himself, swimming

Sweeney’s band of assholes:

Elliott Sweeney: 24, he/him, Sweeney’s son and certified dad hater. He's a blood magician which are common and not that impressive but he’s good at what he does bc he did nothing but practice for like 6 years. His dad basically controls him and makes him work for him because he's useful. He resents his dad with every ounce of his being but doesn't have the spine to do anything about it. After accidentally burning down part of their house and killing his mom his dad sent him away to the summer house in the country, where he lived for the past 6 years, obediently doing his dad’s bidding and learning how to control his magic until he got fed up and burned that house down (on purpose this time), making his dad move him back to the family house in the city so that he could keep an eye on him. he’s one of those badass mega magicians who does blood swords and stuff, he’s also spent so much time reading that he knows a lot about magic theory. Quiet, reserved, extremely petty, but shows a sense of humor around his sister. Never really knew Alise growing up so he’s more of a cool uncle than a brother. Likes his sister, learning things, astronomy, dislikes his dad, Emil, doing magic, fighting, feeling trapped

Alise Sweeney: 14, she/her, her dad named her Alise with an S because he's just that much of an asshole. She's a self trained blood magician and good at what she does. She hates her dad almost as much as Elliott does but she's also not a fucking baby about it. Is DEFINITELY planning on killing him at some point. Was raised to make jokes and do crime and her brother said if she does crime she's grounded. Has never been serious about anything ever, and probably has a screw loose. Has killed people. Is basically a tiny fighting machine. Her dad was rough on her growing up. Likes picking fights, Elliott and Atticus, pissing off her dad, causing trouble. Dislikes her dad, people stronger than her, tense situations, being alone

Atticus Grey: 16, he/him, not Sweeney’s son but hates him enough that he probably could be (in case you were noticing a theme here, sweeney is kinda unlikeable). His mom left soon after he was born and his dad ran up a huge debt and ended up working for Sweeney to pay it off, then died in a gang fight before he could get through it. Sweeney, the merciless motherfucker that he is, decided that Atticus would finish paying it off, and snatched him up as soon as he was 13. His dad used to hang out with Emil’s and so they ended up taking care of parentless Atticus (along with (extremely reluctant) Arya. Atticus is really close with Lyra’s entire crew because he's spent so much time around them. He's a fire magician who knows a bit of blood magic but barely uses it, and he's an angsty bitch. Likes Emil, being alone, dislikes everything else.

oh yeah then there’s those bitches in charge:

Lyra Frey is a [REDACTED] year old woman from [REDACTED] who moved to the city while fleeing from [REDACTED]. She was in the civil war briefly, fighting for the [REDACTED] side. Her real name is not Lyra, but is actually [REDACTED]. She loves Arya more than anything else probably. Sees Jaz as an unofficial son, is skeptical of Atticus, likes Emil but doesn’t trust them.

Lucas Sweeney is one of those rich bastards who also does crime on the side. He’s a politician but everyone and their mother knows he’s an absolute crime lord on the side. Has arguably more power than Lyra but has no idea how to use it, plus Alise has already recruited like half his employees into joining her uprising. He’s a selfish man and a terrible dad. No one likes him.

uh yeah that is. all!! this is over 3000 words jesus do asks have a word limit? i sure hope not

[corvvii]

Another Interview with Leonnaux Altoix

1. What is the name you go by?

“Leonnaux, though most of Alizarine refers to me as ‘Leon.’ I don’t mind it, really; it certainly has a ring to it. Funnily enough, my girlfriend actually refers to me fully as ‘Leonnaux,’ barring any pet names! At the end of the day, it comes down to preference and how willing one is to navigate bullshite Elezen names, I suppose.”

2. What is your real name?

He hesitates. “Leonnaux Altoix.”

*OOC Note: Lie detected. His real name is Leonnaux Declurais. He uses an assumed surname to distance himself from his family back in Gridania, and make himself feel closer to his long-missing father.

3. Do you know why you are named that?

“Why is anyone named anything? I suppose my mother just liked the name, I suppose. As for Altoix... I’m not sure where it comes from.”

4. Are you single or taken?

“I’m in a relationship, aye. Her name is Edda Vincents. We’ve not been without our difficulties, particularly erm... Recently, but that comes with the territory, I think. I do my best to support her, when she’ll let me, and I’ll love her always.” Mushy as it is, a big grin breaks across his lips and he gives a stern nod.

5. Have any abilities or powers?

“I’m versed in magic, if that’s what you’re asking. Namely, I practice arcanima, and would consider myself reasonably skilled at it, although I struggle with the, erm... Putting the theory into practice occasionally. Other than that, I’m skilled with arcanima, and... Well... I don’t think that qualifies as a power, really...” He trails off in a huff.

*OOC Note: Leon has the Echo (visions only), but he doesn’t know what it is. These visions are also liable to make him very, very sick, and he has no idea what causes them, so as far as he’s concerned at the moment they’re just an unfortunate medical condition.

6. What is your favorite food?

“Um! That’s actually pretty tough. I would wager... Uh... Well. At the moment, I really like these pastries that they sell in the lobby of the Sultana’s Breath...”

7. What’s your eye color?

“Blue.”

8. How about your hair color?

“Black.”

9. Have you any family members?

“... None that I’m on speaking terms with.”

10. What about pets?

“I have a cat, uh... Though I guess she doesn’t really belong to me so much as I plucked her out of an antique shop and now she kind of wanders around The Goblet and visits me whenever she either finds something interesting or wants attention or food. She has a cute little hat--oh. I also have a copperfish. But that’s not interesting.”

11. Now tell me about something you don’t like?

“At length? I think I’ll spare you the trouble... I despise people who put their bloodthirst before anything else. They ought to know better than anyone that lives have weight; to believe otherwise is to paint yourself as a psychopath. I’m also not particularly fond of tribal people, oh—But Edda would get onto me if she knew I said that out loud. And before you say anything: yes, I’m a Duskwight. No, you don’t understand the intricacies of why we are regarded as we are.”

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like?

“I enjoy... Studying. Gambling, from time to time. Reading drama. And drinking. Spending time with Edda... Chewing the fat with my coworkers... I’ll listen to a good bard from time to time. That shite takes me back; had things been different, maybe I could have been the one up on stage...!”

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

“Physically? Emotionally? Physically, I struggle to think I could hurt anyone. I’m hardly a grisled warrior like Ben or Jin. Some harm to body may have resulted, a few times, from spells I’ve cast, but I try to keep my spells benign. Emotionally? ... Certainly.”

14. Ever killed anyone?

“No, and I refuse to allow myself to be responsible for taking a life, even by proxy.””

15. What kind of animal are you?

“Caw?” He does a remarkable impression of a crow.

16. Name your worst habits.

“I have been told racism. Drinking, occasionally to excess. But I will not have it said that I’m not principled.”

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“Not many, being an Elezen.” He pauses. “What? Fine. I suppose I look up to a few people; Edda chief among them, but of course I’d admire her. Beyond that, I suppose Madison most times and Khada some others. I haven’t been in a position to be mentored or otherwise subservient to another in a very long time. That is not to say I’m not open to being taught a few things, but it makes coming up with people I look up to difficult... Considering the kinds of crowds I tend to run with. Of all my endeavors, Alizarine is the only one that is clean.”

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

“You’re asking about my sexual preferences, right? I’m happily taken. But if I weren’t, I think I could see myself as easily with a man as I could a woman.”

19. Do you go to school?

“I never went to school. I was taught how to read and do basic maths by a family friend, and then everything else I know, I taught myself.”

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“Uh... The idea of getting married is... Not altogether unappealing, but I don’t think I’m ready for such a major step. As for children... I would make a shite father. So no.”

21. Do you have fanboys/fangirls?

“Do I have any what?”

22. What are you most afraid of?

“... Being alone again, I suppose. Before Edda, and way before Alizarine, I was pretty much... A shut-in? A recluse? I didn’t mind that life at the time, but I feel so much... Better now that I’m not. Edda pulled me out of some dark places. I don’t want to go back to them.”

23. What do you usually wear?

“Things so marvellously stylish that you will wonder how I afforded them! The boots are Fen-Yll.”

24. Do you love someone?

“As we’ve been over a few times: yes.”

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

“What the fuck kind of question is that? I’m an adult! The last time I would have wet myself would be as a wee bab.”

26. What do you think is the worst act someone can commit?

“That’s a toss-up between murder and sex crimes. Selling off people as if they were livestock is also horrid. I have my hands in a few untoward things, but you will never see me with a finger in any of those pies.”

27. What class are you? (high class, middle class, low class)

“... Upper-middle? I’m no member of the Syndicate, but I’m hardly poor. I own property. I run a research company. I’m comfortable.”

28. How many friends do you have?

“... Uh...” He starts counting on his fingers, then seems to reconsider. “A few.”

29. What are your thoughts on pie? Cake?

“Both are excellent, especially apple pie and apple cake, which I promise exists. My mother used to make it for us all the time as kids using faerie applies she’s pick from these trees on the—Oh, I made myself sad.”

30. Favorite drink?

“Alcoholic? I fancy myself a bit of a mixologist these days, so I’ve come up with a few interesting combinations that I enjoy. Chief among them are Gold Court cocktails, on sale frequently at The Cloak & Dagger. I also like the restaurant’s titular cocktail... As for non-alcoholic, lassi is good. Fruit juices. Water. I don’t sit down and drink milk, really, but sometimes I get... Cravings?”

31. What’s your favorite place?

“Home. Or The Brimming Heart, in the Goblet.”

32. Are you interested in someone?

“I’m in a relationship! Of course I’m interested in her!”

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

“Ask Edda.”

34. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

“A lake... Because the water is calmer, and I’m not a strong swimmer...”

35. What’s your type?

“I’m not sure that I have one, honestly. I’m in a relationship, but I think anyone who was kind and willing to tolerate my bullshite for more than five minutes would have had a chance.” He laughs. “If—and this is a big if—I ever have to find out if I do, indeed have a type that I’m habitually attracted to... You’ll be the first to know. But for now, my type is Edda Vincents.”

36. Any fetishes?

He turns bright red considering the question, then shakes his head.

37. Seme or uke? Dominant or submissive?

“I don’t know what the former two are... Is it a Hingan thing...? Uh... As for the latter...” He’s still bright red. “It depends on the mood?”

38. Camping or indoors?

“Indoors.”

39. You are trapped on a desert island. What 5 items do you take with you if you can?

“I would avoid being trapped on the desert island in the first place! Other than that... My linkpearls, my grimoire, a quill, a map of the realm, and...? Ugh! This is hard.”

40. You have found a genie! What are your three wishes, not counting getting more wishes.

“I would wish for the power to bring those who have wronged the people I care about to justice. Uh... Wow, that sounds deep but it’s really not. Let’s go money, happiness, food. that works just as well. Right?”

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[lavellan-evelyn]

OC interview meme

Tagged by: @dirthara-mama thank you <3

And of course for my bb

After Trespasser

1. What is your name?

Evelyn Lavellan.

2. What is your real name?

It’s cause it’s a shem name isn’t it? Don’t worry, it’s Evelyn Lavellan still.

3. Do you know why you were called that?

Mother was a city elf and a human named Evelyn helped her escape and my ma was inspired so here I am.

4. Are you single or taken?

Very much taken. See this necklace? Half of a dragon’s tooth, The Iron Bull has the other half.

5. Have any abilities or powers?

I mean...I have the genetics to harness magic and I’m good at that so... Well, I’m a Dreamer as well, and can-used to close demon rifts. Also studied rift magic and that’s why the missing part of my arm looks like a translucent green hand.

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

Pal, I have a shit load of issues I have to deal with on the daily. Mental shit, physical shit, social shit. Do not even start with me.

7. What’s your eye color?

Pale forest green. Mother had green eyes, Father had heterochromia with one brown and one green.

8. How about your hair color?

Red with brown undertones. Sometimes it looks red red other times it looks brown, depends on the lighting.

9. Have you any family members?

Only child, Mother and Father got divorced cause my mom was emotionally abusive to me. She changed, though I’m still weary around her and happy she doesn’t push anything. I have chosen family from the Inquisition and my old Keeper. My father and I are really the only remaining Lavellans. We are a direct bloodline from Lavellan themself as well. Other than that, not much, but we’re close.

10. Oh? What about pets?

When I was little I had a pet rabbit and was best friends with a Halla. Now I have a pet dragon-well, she’s imprinted on me, I’m her mom. And I have a dracolisk that chose me as well.

11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me something you don’t like.

The way you phrased that statement at the beginning is a good start. I have a long list, you have to be more specific. People who are ignorant and arrogant piss me off, so there.

12. Do you have any hobbies/actives you like doing?

Well they wouldn’t be a hobby if I hated it now would it? Yes, reading, writing, hanging off of things, instrument playing, singing, art as well.

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

Oh plenty. And I hate myself everyday for it. Each time I’m forced to kill someone I know that that person had a family and friends, maybe completely innocent to the situation. And they’re going to receive a letter that says their loved one died, and it’s hard. I feel like I’ve let people down multiple times due to being ignorant and naive. Yeah sure, saved the world the weight should be off my shoulders right? Nope. It lingers like fade pain. Haunted by so much. The fact that Thedas could still be destroyed because the Veil falls, doesn’t help matters much because now I feel like I did everything for nothing so...

14. Ever...killed anyone before?

Many. I always try to do it in self defense and only if the killing is necessary.

15. What kind of animal are you?

Watch it. And if you don’t know any better don’t ever ask that question to anyone, especially elves. Though, I feel like my familiar would be a fox or cat or OH, gargoyle cat if they only existed past sculptures.

16. Name your worst habits.

I’m oblivious. I cry a shit load, so I always seem over sensitive or over emotional when most of the time I’m not. Guess who’s never taken seriously? Um, I put others needs before my own, which might not sound too bad until you realize I cannot truly help another person until I know I’m fully able to by prioritizing myself first.

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

My father. And a few of my friends.

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

Pansexual.

19. Do you go to school?

Taught by my clan, first hand by the Keeper. Yes and no.

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

Marriage is important to help put who I am in stone. Like, another document that says I was an elf mage. And of course for legal reasons if Bull and I wanna do things economically speaking. But, I am infertile and have zero motherly type instincts. And no, caring for safety of others doesn’t guarantee that I have said instincts, just means I care.

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

Probably.

22. What are you most afraid of?

Abuse. And any of it’s synonyms and connotations. Being like my mother was.

23. What do you usually wear?

Clothes. Um, easy things to put on or take off. I stray from pants when I can. Hate those bastards.

24. Do you love someone?

I killed dragons in his name, yes I love someone. And platonically or family wise I also love others.

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

Diaper years.

26. Well, it’s not over yet!

Lovely.

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)

High class now. I hate it. I try to give away all the money I can to charities and people who need it but for some reason I keep getting fucking paid and I want them to stop because I’m fine, it’s everyone else that needs the money.

28. How many friends do you have?

Around 15ish. But like, my closest best friend group is around three. Yes, I count Bull amongst them.

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

Fucking love it. Blueberry pie is my favorite and I can make it and ugh, i need one now.

30. Favorite drink?

Alcoholic wise, I prefer rum, but I actually don’t drink much and don’t really enjoy it all that much but I can tolerate a few rounds for fun. Bull is respectful of that. Otherwise, it’s a tie between apple juice and hot chocolate.

31. What’s your favorite place?

I have pillows in the corner of my room I snuggle in a lot and it’s my safe space kinda. But, I really enjoy Crestwood, I think the scenery can be beautiful.

32. Are you interested in someone?

...yes. The Iron Fucking Bull.

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

Um...small? Bull describes it as the size of medium oranges. Don’t ask how we got into that discussion because it was really a random topic that just came up.

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

Well, I really like how calm lakes can be. But I do feel a sort of calling towards the ocean. I think that’s because every few years or so, my clan would go to a coastal/island clan and exchange stuff and have fun. My father actually is half coastal and half Lavellan blood, so I have a bit in that in me. Though I’m like 200% sure because he has vitiligo and my ma had really sun sensitive skin, I can’t tan or be out in the sun very long even with protection.

35. Whats your type?

Intelligent, that does not equate to book smart by the way. Open mindedness, humorous, playful but can be serious in serious situations, kind, someone who can match my morals. Good chemistry.

36. Any fetishes?

Not by the true definition of one, no, but I have a shit load of kinks. That’s for another discussion if you wish. I’m not ashamed.

37. Seem or uke? Top or bottom? Dominant or submissive?

I’m a submissive brat about 90% of the time, sometimes I have a craving to be dominant, though, but I know Bull is extremely uncomfortable in truly submissive positions so we try and work things out, compromise.

38. Camping or indoors?

Both.

39. Are you waiting for the interview to end?

Yes.

40. Now it’s over!

Thank you.

Tagging: I’ve seen a lot of people do this recently so idk! If you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged!

[rkxhyunjin]

♥ KT ENTERTAINMENT’S SEPTEMBER EVALUATIONS: SOLO PERFORMANCE - IF THE WORLD WAS A PERFECT PLACE

hwang hyunjin’s vocal and rap performance of verbal jint’s if the world was a perfect place for kt entertainment’s september evaluations focusing on family

Standing on stage feels different this time – nerve wracking in a way that he hadn’t experienced during the MGAs.

This evaluation brings many new things for Hwang Hyunjin. His palms sweat as he gets up on stage, taking the microphone and feeling oddly exposed without a dance routine to let him escape from his own head during the performance. A performance without a dance. A performance without sign. A performance with singing that lasted more than five seconds. A performance as a trainee.

Centre stage, he stops and bows to the coaches, introducing himself with stiff formalities. It doesn’t escape Hyunjin that he’s the youngest in the room, in the entire company even. The youngest who is experiencing everything for the very first time – all before he graduates high school. Some might feel as if this was an accomplishment to be proud of, and in a way, Hyunjin is proud that he of all people managed to make his way onto this stage. But he’s also keenly aware of the distance that separates him and other trainees. Then again, it’s not something that he’s ashamed of, in fact, it spurs him on to work harder and to push himself more. Another goal in a long line of many.

“My name is Hwang Hyunjin, a recent addition to KT entertainment after the Mnet Global Auditions Season Four. I primarily dance, but today I’ll be rapping and singing Verbal Jint’s If the World Was A Perfect Place for the September 2018 Evaluations revolving around family”.

More of a melodic rap than anything else, when he raps it comes with a newfound flow that he had yet to experiment with before this evaluation. There’s an ease to the rhythm that he finds comfort in. A raw emotion that doesn’t feel as if he’s pushing on the verge of desperation or anger as most other raps tend to lean into.

Singing has never been Hyunjin’s strong suit, but then again, he hasn’t put much effort into singing before this. Really, the only time he tried with singing before was during the final group performance of the MGAs. It was then he found, that in all honesty, singing wasn’t that bad. So he approaches this song with soft interest, quietly practising the lines one by one so as to develop that ease the original singer seems to posses. Of course, he doesn’t sing it in the original female key (although his singing has improved, it’s not that good) - transposes it down until it’s at a comfortable range for him. Maybe if this went well he would think about pursuing singing a little more than before.

If the world was perfect You’d be with me right now And all the bad things that happen to the poor people Would never happen at all

On his first day of school, Hyunjin cries. His mother frets and signs to him that she can’t stay as the teacher gently tries to pry him away. She has work today and while all the other children and their parents get to spend the first day together, Hyunjin has to spend it alone. (Simply taking a day off work isn’t an option when your household relies on you keeping the job).

Everyone here is so noisy and loud. He hates it. All he wants to do is go home and hide under the covers. At least at home it’s quiet enough that he can hear his own thoughts.

I’ve been going through some pains No matter how much I drink and sing In a corner of my heart Something dark takes place And it won’t get erased

Why must people be so cruel? Classmates call him weird and ask him why he can’t speak Korean. When he fidgets with his hands out of sheer habit, they stare at him like he’s grown a second head. They ask if his parents are bad people because their parents told them that only bad people are punished like that.  

Adults are even crueller. When they think you aren’t listening, when they think you’re deaf they think they can say whatever they want. More so than children, they have the vocabulary to hurt and even if Hyunjin doesn’t always understand everything they say, he knows. Murmurings of retard and halfwit fills his childhood vocabulary and when he asks his teacher what they mean she tells him never to repeat those words to another person because they’re very bad.

If they’re so bad, why do adults think they can say them to him and his family?

Like the cats that wander the streets I wanna avoid all people Hip-hop gets hard to listen to All the news in the media Makes me feel depressed is this the human nature

Every once in a while Hyunjin finds himself in a state where just the thought of leaving his room in the morning makes him want to hide away under his bed. Where the thought of being around people makes his skin crawl. All that nonsensical noise that surrounds the outside twists his stomach into knots. Nonsensical sounds that are meant to form sentences haunt him, reminding him of the environment he lives in – of the one he’s blessed with, but the one he can barely stand at times.

I did sing about the power of optimism But I’ve always been curious What is the reason for an unwanted sacrifice? When did anger start to making people criticize?

They live in a silent middle ground. It’s only been two years since Korean Sign Language was adopted as an official language with equal status to Korean. Almost one hundred and thirty years of history and only the past two years have declared Korean Sign Language as equal to spoken Korean. How is Hyunjin supposed to be optimistic in a society that only just recently acknowledged such a major part of his identity.

The order of life gets decided with the difference of class Lines are drawn between Gyeongsang and Jeolla, between female and male How many diamonds in the rough are losing their chance to shine brightly? I wish someone would answer me Why won’t the pho restaurant give me cilantro?

Lines were drawn long before Hyunjin was born, long before his parents were born. Dividing the hearing from the deaf, separating the two worlds and crowding the deaf into tight suffocating conventions defined only by those who could hear. One might be surprised by the amount of companies that lead with an unspoken rule that the deaf were un-hireable.

If the world was perfect You’d be with me right now And all the bad things that happen to the poor people Would never happen at all

I could only pray I could only pray I could only pray I could only pray pray for a better world

If the world was perfect, Hyunjin’s parents wouldn’t be limited by the fact that they couldn’t hear. They wouldn’t be limited when it came to accessing quality education, when it came to applying to universities, when it came to entering the workforce. Opportunities would be equal for the hearing and deaf alike.

If the world was perfect Corporal punishment wouldn’t be discussed among children But among immature adults

Hyunjin is forced to grow up faster than his peers – childhood innocence quickly stripped of the safety that came with blissful ignorance of the world. He’s turning seven this year, and if he sits at the very edge of his seat his feet just barely touch the floor. They hang loosely in front of him right now, kicking the air as he looks down at his grey socks peeking out from the gap between his shoes and uniform’s hemline. To his side sits his mother, in front of him, his teacher. It’s one of few parent-teacher conferences, but one of the first Hyunjin spends translating each and every word between them as if he wasn’t the very person they were talking about.

If the world was perfect Rappers who walk their own path would be successful Even without Show Me the Money

Sometimes his mother reminisces about how much fun she had had learning in school. The education system for the deaf is weak at best, often only offering meagre scrapings leftover by the rest of the school systems. Even in the school meant for the deaf, more than half of the teachers don’t know sign language – what type of positive education could that possibly provide?

If this place was perfect The brave tenants that saved the fly-infested streets Would be able to have a louder voice toward their landlords

One winter when Hyunjin is still small (smaller than Hyunjin can even properly remember), their heat doesn’t start working until mid-February. Despite his parents’ requests, the landlord doesn’t come around to fix the problem until Hyunjin has gotten used to wearing his winter coat indoors. The first thing he sees in the morning is his own frosty breath. Too small to understand his situation, it only occurs later to him that the landlord had simply taken his time to fix the problem because he could – Hyunjin’s parents weren’t capable of complaining to anyone, especially when no one was willing to listen.

If this place was perfect My father wouldn’t have given up due to financial reasons same old story

It’s in casual passing that his father tells him of his previous hobby of photography. A few years out of high school, his father had won a photography competition and initially, he had actually considered pursuing it. In the end, he didn’t. Even with photography, the limitations were astronomical. Without the artist able to verbally network and sell their own work, it made the photographer hardly marketable. The profession itself was unstable, and it was already hard for someone in the deaf community to find a job – he wouldn’t want to lose his spot as a photographer without any proper work experience to back up on. It was too risky.

I’m writing these lyrics in a not so perfect country You can call me a middle school emo I made a lot of money I don’t care if I don’t make it on the top of the charts

Progress is a hard thing to come by when you’re young. Constantly, Hyunjin is discounted because of his age, because of what they deem inexperience in life when he believes he’s long since well-versed in the fractured city they live in. Whenever he brings up an injustice, he is always too young to fully understand it. A child like him ought to sit down and focus on their studies, focus on learning that the injustice that he sees is in fact non-existent. The injustice that he witnesses is simply part of the system. A feature, not a fault.

If I was perfect I would’ve held onto her earlier But I’ve already come too far

It’s these condescending words that push Hyunjin to grow up faster. He wants to grow up faster so that people will listen to him when he speaks. So that people won’t call him a whining teenager when he tells them exactly what is wrong with their city. Lingering in his childhood was never an option for Hyunjin. It was never an option, yet it was also the path he had chosen for himself, and he was going to see it out until the end.

If the world was perfect You’d be with me right now And all the bad things that happen to the poor people Would never happen at all

I could only pray I could only pray I could only pray I could only pray pray for a better world Oh if the world was a perfect place

Instead of facing each other And pointing fingers with hate We would acknowledge each other’s beauty

pray the world was a perfect place I’m singing with a prayer I’m prayin’ and I know

If the world was perfect people wouldn’t say such cruel things. They take advantage of those that they think can’t defend themselves, can’t hear the insults that curl against their tongues in inflections of tones meant to hurt. But even if they can’t hear, those in the deaf community have long since found other ways to read someone. Body language gives away more than one could imagine. It gives away the snide curl in one’s lips when they insult a deaf person right to their face, thinking that they can safely get away with it if the person can’t hear them. It gives away the subtle roll of the policeman’s eyes when Hyunjin explains for the third time that his parents couldn’t have heard someone break in because they’re deaf. It gives away his father’s stiffened hand around his own as he notices his son staring up at the strangers waiting at the bus stop, clearly gossiping.

I’m not the only one I could only pray I could only pray I could only pray I could only pray pray for a better world pray pray pray pray pray pray

[thoughtsofdarc]

My Latest Mission... Part 14

Reader (Y/N), Steve, Bucky, Clint, Natasha. Warnings: Language. Being a Hydra asset. Anger. Angst. Violence.  Words: 3440 ( got a little carried away... oops!)

A/N: This chapter kind of wrote it self, so thats why you guys already get another part... Enjoy ;)  And to think, that this was just going to be a oneshot... a drabble... Theres at least 2 chapters more to come... but we are getting closer to and end now. 

Part 1… - Part 2… - Part 3… - Part 4… - Part 5… - Part 6… - Part 7… - Part 8… - Part 9… - Part 10… - Part 11… - Part 12… - Part 13

I've been staring at the coffee pot for the last ten minutes, and for some reason it hasn't come any closer yet. I squint my eyes and try by sheer power of my mind to move the coffee from the counter, over to me and into my cup. Apparently being a super-soldier doesn't involve telekinesis.

I groan loudly as I flop down over the tabletop and rest my forehead on the cool marble, too tired to get up and walk the 4 steps to refill my cup.

A low chuckle comes from behind me when Steve, Clint and Bucky enters the kitchen and see me slumped down by the kitchen island.

"Rough night, kid?" Clint asks while he ruffles my hair as he passes me on his way to the golden drops. Steve and Bucky each take a seat on either side of me, and Bucky grabs my hand to give it a slight squeeze as he says "Hi Doll".

That little gesture, a slight squeeze of my hand, my shoulder, my arm or whatever, has become his way of giving me a hug. I accept that he isn't comfortable enough with huge hugs and lots of body contact yet, I kind of get it after all those years in HYDRA. So the little press on my hand now and then, means so much, and my heart skips a beat every time he does so.

I give him a tired smile and turn to Clint who is standing with the coffee pot, rummaging for a mug in the cabinet.

"Please!!" I hold out my cup towards him with pleading eyes, begging even "I really need some coffee".

 "It was right there, why didn't you just grab some?" he points to the coffemachine.

"Too tired" is all I say.

 That earns a laugh from all three men and Clint finally pours me some of that hot, life-sustaining brew that is the gift from god.

 "Is the sergeant tough on you guys?" Steve asks with his mouth full of apple "I thought you said you didn't need the training?"

The shit eating grin on his face makes me want to punch his stupid perfect teeth, instead I choose to flip him the bird.

"Hey! Behave!" he says with mock insult. Bucky snorts at our little charade and Clint looks so proud, that I know how to use my middle finger.

 The golden drops of coffee slowly wake me up enough, to comprehend the ability to form more than one word sentences.

"Yes, he is tough on us! He drags us around like animals... No wait, I actually think that animals have a better life than we do right now. I'm pretty sure, that half of the exercises he makes us do are just because he can!"

 I swallow the last mouthful of coffee and hold out the cup to Clint again. He stares at me wide eyed and then look down into my cup, to make sure that it is actually empty. When he sees that I've practically inhaled the hot liquid, he gets a smirk playing on his lips as he grabs the pot and pours me another cup.

 "Thank you!" I say as I raise the cup to my lips again.

"I don't know what it is whit this guy... It's like he pushes me even harder than the rest of them, but he claims he treats us all equally"

I've told Steve about my mixed feelings about the Bishop, and also what he said me the first day after training, right before Steve got there. He keeps insisting that Bishop is a good guy though, so I guess I just have to believe him, even though something inside me protests.

 "He's just testing you Y/N. I told you they would do that... First off, his job is to get the best out in you and that only happens when you give yourself 110%. Secondly, you have the super serum in you, so you have a head start from the rest of them, which means he has to work you harder to get out the results. And also...."

He trails off as if he doesn't want to repeat the third reason again, with an audience.

 I'm not going to hide the reason though, so I continue for him.

"Yeah yeah... They are still afraid of me, and insecure about whom I truly am, so they need to see what I can actually do... just in case they have to put me down like a sick dog!" I growl the last part sulking.

Bucky and Clint both raises their eyebrows and look at Steve with questioning looks. "Is that true?!" Clint asks?

 Steve looks uncomfortable under their gazes, but doesn't seem to falter with his words when he answers.

"Yes. Unfortunately the big guys at the top aren't quite satisfied with the testing, Bruce and Tony did on Y/N when she first came here. So they only agreed to let her train for missions, if at the same time, there was testing and reporting of her abilities and strength. Apparently, the words of two of the brightest minds in this country, and all the good information Y/N brought us, hasn't been enough to convince them all".

 He sighs and I look at Clint with a raised eyebrow and a frown as if I was saying "See my struggles?"

He shakes his head in disbelief, and it actually makes me happy. If Clint gets annoyed on my behalf, that must mean he is truly on my side.

Even Bucky makes an unsatisfied grunt, mumbling something about "never truly escaping that damn HYDRA prison".

 As I finish the last mouthful of coffee and stand up to go to the gym again, Clint looks at me with a big smile "If you don't like that Bishop guy, I have some good news for you today!" I feel more than see Steve shake his head by my side, and Clint clearly notices but he keeps talking "Today you'll have a new teacher in hand to hand combat. How about that?"

 There's something about the look on his face, that makes me question the joy he is trying to make me feel.

"What's the catch?" I ask with narrowed eyes and Steve pipes in with a warning "Clint! She's not supposed to know anything in advance..."

 The archer just smirks and adds "Oh come on Captain... What's the harm?

The catchs is, Y/N, that the agent who is going to be your trainer the next couple of days is Nat. And if you think Bishop is tough, then oh man, you are in for a surprise".

He cracks up and the lines by his eyes that I normally find charming, gets deeper as he shut his eyes tight and scrunches his nose from laughing.

Today I hate them, I hate his laughter and I tell him with a defeated sigh "I hate you" because I know he is right... Natasha is going to put us through hell!

  "Here, catch!" Aiden throws a full water bottle towards my spot on the floor, I raise my arm to catch it without moving an inch from my sprawled out position.

He chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief "Your reflexes never cease to amaze me... It's amazing how fast you are without even trying!" He dumps down next to me on the floor, taking the opportunity we have to rest, as we wait for Natasha to call us to action again.

The rest of the team is on the other side of the room and so it has been since day one. Aiden and I have our own little team of two and the rest of them a team of 12. 6 people has dropped out by now, giving up because of the brutal pace and the extreme demands, it takes to get through this.

 "They shot me up with cat DNA at HYDRA... " I tell him blankly and he looks at me with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, his mouth open.

"Really?!"

I roll my eyes as I laugh at his stupid expression and sit up "No you Dork! And close your mouth, you are going to catch flies like that"

It takes a second for him to understand, but when he does, he laughs and hit my arm.

"Thank you for making me sound like an idiot" he says, amusement in his eyes.

I send him a wink "My pleasure"

 It's really nice to have someone to laugh and joke around with outside of the Tower. It makes me feel human again.  I mean, I love hanging out with Steve, Bucky and Clint... But with Aiden, it's different. He's my first friend after HYDRA that isn't affected by Steve's friendship to me.

 "Well, well, well... If it isn't the HYDRA whore and her pet!" Jones walks towards us with a couple of the other cadets by his side.

"Have you done her yet Kingsley? Is she nice and tight like you hoped, or have all the HYDRA men made her loose and sloppy?"

 I can see every muscle in Aiden's body starts to tense up and he starts to rise, but I put a hand on his shoulder and whispers under my breath "Don't... He's not worth it".

He stays seated by my side, but he doesn't relax at all. I look up at Jones, look him straight in the eyes and tell him with a sickly sweet voice "Jealousy doesn't suit you Jones... And don't be mad at Kingsley for being more of a man than you will ever be".

Aiden laughs beside me. I give Jones my biggest smile I can muster and I can see the anger flare in his eyes, but before anything else happens, Nat calls us all to her for the next test.

  "Alright everyone!" Nat calls out "This next assignment is a test of your strength and your endurance. You can choose to fight with your bare hands, Kali sticks or a staff, it's your own decision"

She walks back and forth in front of us as she talks. "You will all fight at the same time, you are all opponents and you will fight for your survival in this test. That means you take out your team mates one by one, until you are taken out yourself or you are the last one standing... Is that understood?"

 We all agreed and went over to pick out our preferred weapon. To nobody's surprise, no one chose to go to combat without a weapon.

 "To take out an opponent, you have to have them on the mat, pinned down for at least 10 seconds or till they tap out themselves! Are you all ready?"

Everybody was on the large mat that showed us where the fighting area was. Outside of the mat were Nat, Bishop and several Agents, some of them wearing sunglasses.

I don't understand the point of sunglasses indoors... Do they think it makes them look tougher? More mysterious?

 "GO!" Nat call out, and everyone's attention shift from her to our teammates, and the fight is on.

 Instinctly I look for Aiden, but instead I catch eye contact with Jones. The evil smirk plastered on his lips, should make a shiver run down my spine, but instead just stare at him, no emotions shown.

He mouth the wordds "You are going down" and to that I roll my eyes, and block a hit from a guy charging towards me with his Bo staff.

I block the blow coming from above by crossing my kali sticks and catch the staff in the 'x' my sticks make.

As he slides his staff backwards and upwards again, I use the opportunity to drop down on, and kick out my leg in a half circle, hitting him in the back of his knees, causing him to fall to the floor on his back. His staff falls out of his hands, and instead of concentrating on defending himself, his reaction is to try and grab the staff before it's out of his reach.

That gives me enough time to straddle him, pin down his legs with my own, pin one arm under my knee, grab the other with my hand to pin it above his head, and holding one of the sticks to his throat.

He tries to fight me off of him for a moment, but gives up quickly. "Tap out!" I whisper in his ear and he does.

 I jump up and watch him roll off the mat with an angry scowl on his face, before I throw myself back into the next fight.

The weakest are quickly taken out or tapped out, and suddenly it's just Aiden, me, Jones and two other guys.

Somehow Aiden and I are back to back in the middle of the mattress, while the other 3 are circling us like predators around prey.

 "Can you take him down?" Aiden breaths out from behind me.

"What?" I ask, as I block a punch to my torso from the guy in front of me, he steps back when I swing out one of the kali sticks, missing his head with only a few inches.

"Can you take out Jones? I'll sacrifice myself for you, if you can take him out" he whispers as low as he can but still make sure that I hear.

"I think so..."

 The guy in front of me falters for a moment, taking a wrong step to the side and I take the chance and charge. A swift hit with my stick to his upper arm, causing it to go numb and for him to loosen his grip in the staff. With only one hand to handle the big wooden stick and a wrong hold on it, he can't control it and have to drop it to the floor. Before he can raise his hands to defend himself, I jump up high in the air and kick his chest, causing him to fly backwards with the air kicked out of his lungs.

Aiden has registered my fight behind him, and are doing his best to keep the other 2 out of my way.

 I run to the guy, scrambling to get back up on his feat, but he can hardly breathe. Okay, maybe the kick to his chest was a little harder than I intended, but a fight is a fight... right? I put my foot on his chest and push him back down onto the mat. "Tap out!" I tell him loudly, and the look in his eyes is almost grateful as he hits the mat tree times and wheezes, "I tap out".

 I turn around in time, to see that Aiden has the other guy pinned under him and in the distance I hear the crowd call "5-6-7-8".

The guy is almost out, which leaves Aiden, Jones and I left in the fight. A hope of victory flashes in my mind, though I will have to fight my friend too.

 As the crowd scream "10!" Aiden rises from his position on the floor and the guy rolls of the mat.

I see Jones charge towards my friend, who is still on his knees, not all the way up to defend himself.

 "Kingsley... Tense up!" I call out, as I start to run towards them. He hears me and in an instant, he drops to all four, tightens his muscles and I pray that it is enough. In five long strides I'm behind him. I put my foot on his back and jump, using him as a stepping stool and jumps high in the air and towards Jones.

I swing my sticks at him, but unfortunately he had foreseen my plan, and he blocks the blow with his own Bo staff. He catches me mid air, and throws me over his shoulder, making it impossible for me to land properly.

All air is knocked out of me when I land harshly on my back, both kali sticks long gone from my hands.

 Jones turns around, ready for his final attack but Aiden has gotten to his feet, and attacks Jones from the back.

He turns around and hit the end of his staff to the side of Aiden's head, causing his neck to snap backwards, and a non human noise escapes him, when he falls to the floor.

"TAP OUT!" Jones screams with his staff raised over Aiden's head, but nothing happens as he is not only tapped out, he is knocked out.

 "Jones!" I call out, as I charge against him, angry at him for not taking precaution enough to not hurt anyone.

He turns around, but not in time to do anything. I hit him in the stomach with my stick, which makes him bend over, one hand on the knee, the other holding his staff.

I kick the staff out of his hands, and throw my own 2 kali sticks to the side.

"Come on!" I scream at him, and he stands up.

 His first hit lands on my jaw, the second one I barely block. He steps back a few steps and look me over.

"Can you handle it Y/N? You want more, huh?? I thought you where the tough one, but you look like you want to go home and hide under your blanket, while you cry... Come on you fucking slut! Bring it... show me what you got!"

The entire room grows silent by his words, and I notice that several of the agents ready themselves to step in.

I smile sarcastically as I tell him "You talk too much!" and silently add "I can do this all day".

 When he launches himself at me, I drop to the floor and kick his feet away under him, causing him to fall on his back.

I sit behind his head, quickly grab his left arm with both of my hands and pull it upward over my raised left leg, as I pin his right arm under my right leg, by wedging my foot under his back and pulling my leg upwards.

Jones screams and wiggles the best that he can, but my grip is too tight, and my legs are angled so he can't reach them to bite me.

 The crowd starts to count and the closer to ten they come, the angrier Jones get.  

 "8-9-10... OUT!" Natasha calls and claps her hands.

"Alright, you can get up now... good work" I feel Jones relax under me and I let him go.

He sit's and stare at me with an angry growl, but I don't care, I just get up and walk towards Natasha.

 As I'm only a few meters from her and an agent with sunglasses, I catch the reflection of movement in the dark shades.

At the same time I hear someone shout "Look out!" and Natasha roars "Jones don't!", and the agent on her right push her aside and step up onto the mat.

 But before he can do anything, I take a step to the side and feel the wind from the Bo staff flying by my head with mere inches to spare. When it hits the floor it shatters in two, and my eyes widen by the thought of what that blow would have done to my head.

Jones swing the remaining of the staff sideways towards me with an angry roar, but I catch it, and use the force of the swing, to get behind him and yank the staff up under his chin.

I throw myself down to the ground onto my back, and use my legs to lock him down as I block his airways.

 Soon I feel him go limp on top of me, and I release the grip on the staff and shove him off of me.

I crawl to my knees, trying to stand up, but the adrenaline in me makes my knee wobble, so I choose to sit down and watch as 3 agents swarm around Jones, to check his pulse.

 "He's alive" I huff out, trying to catch my breath "He's just passed out... I didn't hurt him".

One of the agents nod to Natasha and Bishop before they pick him up and carries him out the door. My I guess is, to the medical ward...

 "Well... I think we have a winner!" Bishop announces and the rest of the people in the room starts to clap.

 I can't help but to notice the smirk on Natasha's lips, before I let myself fall back down to the mat in pure exhaustion...

Part 15...

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